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7,179 | 2006-08-30T07:32:38 |
I Got Into Journalism For This? [Lirliel, Jagdflieger]
| 119 |
Bondage: Human Solos
| 2 | 14 | 1,797 | 114 |
[
{
"from": "Jagdflieger",
"from-alternative": "User0",
"index": 0,
"timestamp": "2006-08-30T07:32:38",
"value": "It was hell for Miroslav to get back to his dressing room. Then again, being the new number-one contender in the heavyweight division warranted that. Even with his size--standing at about 6'10\" (just over two meters)--walking down the hall was like wading through a violent moshpit. Upon finally arriving in the room, he closed the door quickly behind him.\n\nHe allowed a brief moment to look at himself in the mirror. His typically Slavic features were lightly bruised around his bright blue eyes, this already thick lips swollen slightly from the leather pressed harshly against his skin. However, this was nothing that couldn't be fixed within a day or two. His sandy blond hair was all but matted to his head from the perspiration he acquired over several rounds. \"I need a shower badly...\" he mumbled in his native language before doing exactly as he had suggested to himself.\n\nThe shower could barely be called by its name, the entire thing consisting of a showerhead, a drain, and walls that strategically covered the occupant's waist. However, it was better than nothing. He made due with what little he had.\n\nAs he took his brief shower, his trainer was talking to reporters outside. \"Get back! Get back, for Christ's sake!\" came a archetypical Texas accent. He doesn't need all of you hangin' at his door! I'll send all of you in one at a time. Whoever doesn't get a chance can read it in the paper tomorrow.\"\n\nThe journalists in the far back were obviously sore that they probably weren't going to get their story, but the trainer couldn't have cared less. He pointed to the first female that was within his field of vision. \"You! Go on ahead. I'll make sure no one follows you in.\""
},
{
"from": "Lirliel",
"from-alternative": "User1",
"index": 1,
"timestamp": "2006-08-30T10:10:33",
"value": "Tanja a young woman just barely over her twentieth birthday had gotten a summer intership at a paper, applying to be a field reporter for some of the work that the paper did had her smiling. But the job she had gotten now as a sport writer made her cringe, she hated most of the violent contact sports and the report so far she had written had her sighing. It wasn't any good if she gave this to the owner of the paper she was gonna be as fucked as fucked could be.\n\nShe smiled brightly though when she was selected quickly stepping through the door and into Miroslav's dressing room, pen and paper in hand. Instead of a pair of jeans she had her business clothing on. The black skirt and blouse clinging to her body, the white blouse underneath a bit see-through as Miroslav could see her big D-cup tits underneath the blouse held in check by a white lace bra. Smiling at the fighter she sat down, waiting for him to do the same. She didn't look at his face much, making her cringe. Why did men do this?"
},
{
"from": "Jagdflieger",
"from-alternative": "User0",
"index": 2,
"timestamp": "2006-08-30T18:05:18",
"value": "\"One moment, I be there,\" his deep voice sounded from the shower. It was obvious from the get-go that his English was less than fluent. His pronunciation was good, but overshadowed by the accent he produced. His ability to take the \"Th\" sound and somehow convert it into a \"Z\" didn't help matters. But hey, he did what he could.\n\nAt that particular moment, all of the man's tattoos were visible close-up to Tanja. He had some sort of cyrillic writing across the back of his neck and again across his shoulder blades. A sickle and hammer could be seen on the left side of his chest. The last of his tattoos were a tribal armband around each of his upper arms.\n\n\"Excuse me, please,\" he said politely, making the \"L\" sound much harder-sounding than necessary. He dried himself off and grabbed a pair of trousers from the shower wall, quickly putting them on and using his belt to keep them there. Once he was respectably covered, he exited the shower and sat down across from her.\n\n\"Okay, excuse me, I ready.\" Miroslav gave Tanja a smile that, unlike most boxers, possessed all its teeth. It stung a bit because of the pain in his lip, but that didn't seem to at all faze him."
},
{
"from": "Lirliel",
"from-alternative": "User1",
"index": 3,
"timestamp": "2006-08-30T18:14:31",
"value": "Tanja stared at Miroslav as he spoke, it was clear that he had a slavic decent. She was already writing up something about the fighter, most about his tatoo's. \"My name is Tanja Minal\", she extended her hand, \"I'm pleasured to meet you. My paper\", she gave him a card saying Tavin Papers Inc., \".. has instructed me to take an interview with you, the new heavyweight\", she smiled. \"Please explain how you came here\""
},
{
"from": "Jagdflieger",
"from-alternative": "User0",
"index": 4,
"timestamp": "2006-08-30T18:24:34",
"value": "Miroslav took the card and nodded as he read the contents, holding it between his large fingers as he turned his attention back to her. He seemed to have a bit of trouble following her, but he understood most of what she said.\n\n\"You mean to boxing or to this country?\" He tilted his head slightly as if he was a curious puppy, only to chuckle at himself a few moments later. \"Excuse me, my English not so good. I try to answer questions, though.\"\n\nUnlike his colleagues, he hadn't yet developed a disdain for all things journalism. He wasn't punching cameramen who got in his way or shoving reporters. He actually wanted to answer questions and inform potential fans of his actions. Who knew how long that would last, though."
},
{
"from": "Lirliel",
"from-alternative": "User1",
"index": 5,
"timestamp": "2006-08-30T18:26:28",
"value": "\"Both if you'd please, oh and you can talk a slight bit in Slavic, I can understand a bit. Having studied overseas and all\", she smiled at Miroslav, she was actually happy that the huge man infront of her way being happy and kind.\n\nShe had heard of a fellow reporter of her, actually the one that she had replaced. That had his ass beat up, having gotten a rather small quick Latino that beat the ever loving crap out of him after a misplaced joke."
},
{
"from": "Jagdflieger",
"from-alternative": "User0",
"index": 6,
"timestamp": "2006-08-30T18:34:43",
"value": "The boxer tilted his head again. \"Which Slavic? All of Eastern Europe is Slavic. I from Russia, but also know Ukrainian. My mother's family from there.\"\n\nHe allowed the manner to drop before addressing her questions. \"I get into boxing when I eighteen years old, twelve year ago. I leave Soviet Union with brother and sister and go to West Germany. I make living that way while going to school. I get doctorate degree in... what the term here... Political Science and I get teaching certification. My final test all in German and I pass well.\n\n\"I come here less than a year ago. My son leave his mother in Moskva... Moscow, I mean to say... and come with me. He five year old. He train with me sometimes. He like sport almost more like than me.\" His smile brightened at the mention of his son. He was quite obviously proud of the little one, even though he'd only known him less than a year."
},
{
"from": "Lirliel",
"from-alternative": "User1",
"index": 7,
"timestamp": "2006-08-30T18:41:45",
"value": "The young writer was eagerly writing down on the piece of paper, then realized he had asked her a question. \"Ahh Romanian and Russki\", she said smiling and waiting for him to continue. She was happy with what was happening, most guys wheren't this open but she had found Europeans overall where much more open with anything.\n\nShe was a bit uncomfortable with sitting across from his half-nude form though, seeing the muscled body often draw her eyes."
},
{
"from": "Jagdflieger",
"from-alternative": "User0",
"index": 8,
"timestamp": "2006-08-30T18:49:04",
"value": "\"Ah,\" he replied with a nod. \"English my fourth language. I speak Russian, Ukrainian, German, and now English. I understand little bit Polish. Only because Ukrainian have Polish words. Hungarian too.\"\n\nIf he knew her eyes were averting to his exposed skin, he didn't seem to make note of it. Being in boxing, he had to be comfortable with display at least part of his body to the world while he fought. He was more than comfortable in his own skin, but he sometimes forgot that some people were a bit less than comfortable.\n\n\"What else you want ask me?\" Again he tilted his head. Odd habits, anyone?"
},
{
"from": "Lirliel",
"from-alternative": "User1",
"index": 9,
"timestamp": "2006-08-30T20:59:12",
"value": "Tanja stared at the large man across from her, \"Uhm.. what are your hopes and dreams, I mean like what do you want to do further with your life. Do you want to be a trainer, stay the champion\", she shook her head, that goes without saying offcourse, \".. tell me what you want to become further\", she had a soft very southren charming smile as she stared at the large fighter."
},
{
"from": "Jagdflieger",
"from-alternative": "User0",
"index": 10,
"timestamp": "2006-08-30T21:41:19",
"value": "Miroslav shook his head at the thought of being a trainer. \"No, I stay only in boxing until I forty year old if I get no injury. I train my little brother when he fight, but that it. He only recently start his heavyweight career. After boxing, I teach. I already homeschooling Oleg, my son, now. I give him everything I never have.\"\n\nThere was a bit of solemnness when he spoke the last phrase, as if something within his past, if not all of it, was somehow painful. He was not one to complain, however, and neglected to gripe about his childhood and what was or wasn't there for him. Thinking of himself was the last thing he wanted."
},
{
"from": "Lirliel",
"from-alternative": "User1",
"index": 11,
"timestamp": "2006-08-31T06:31:59",
"value": "Tanja nodded and finished writing, \"Well Miroslav\", she stood up, offering her hand to him. \"I think that I've gotten enough\", waiting for him to shake her hand she would walk back out the room. If Miroslav stood up now he could clearly see her sweat drenched blouse, now see-through revealing her beautiful pale D-cup boobs hiding underneath."
},
{
"from": "Jagdflieger",
"from-alternative": "User0",
"index": 12,
"timestamp": "2006-09-09T09:35:21",
"value": "Miroslav stood up from his place and engulfed her hand in his own. He only briefly glanced at any part of her body below the neckline, but he was quite happy with what he saw. If he was any younger in his years, he may have propositioned her then and there. However, unlike his younger brother, he had since grown out of that stage.\n\nAs their hands shook, he used his free hand to take out a business card, his personal number on the back of it. \"If you want ask anything, you call, okay?\" This was meant in complete innocence, but he couldn't help but have a sheepish thought or two. Whether he liked it or not, it was practically in his blood."
},
{
"from": "Lirliel",
"from-alternative": "User1",
"index": 13,
"timestamp": "2006-09-09T09:37:59",
"value": "Tanja smiled and took the card from Miroslav, \"I'm sure I'll do that, good night\", she gave a soft nod to Miroslav and clicked the door open. She was absolutely drenched in sweat, thankfully there was a nice warm shower waiting for her when she got home. Her feet quickly led her to the car, the business card had dissapeared into her purse and she placed her old dodge into gear. Riding off to her small apartement."
}
] |
[
{
"from": "human",
"value": "It was hell for Miroslav to get back to his dressing room. Then again, being the new number-one contender in the heavyweight division warranted that. Even with his size--standing at about 6'10\" (just over two meters)--walking down the hall was like wading through a violent moshpit. Upon finally arriving in the room, he closed the door quickly behind him.\nHe allowed a brief moment to look at himself in the mirror. His typically Slavic features were lightly bruised around his bright blue eyes, this already thick lips swollen slightly from the leather pressed harshly against his skin. However, this was nothing that couldn't be fixed within a day or two. His sandy blond hair was all but matted to his head from the perspiration he acquired over several rounds. \"I need a shower badly...\" he mumbled in his native language before doing exactly as he had suggested to himself.\nThe shower could barely be called by its name, the entire thing consisting of a showerhead, a drain, and walls that strategically covered the occupant's waist. However, it was better than nothing. He made due with what little he had.\nAs he took his brief shower, his trainer was talking to reporters outside. \"Get back! Get back, for Christ's sake!\" came a archetypical Texas accent. He doesn't need all of you hangin' at his door! I'll send all of you in one at a time. Whoever doesn't get a chance can read it in the paper tomorrow.\"\nThe journalists in the far back were obviously sore that they probably weren't going to get their story, but the trainer couldn't have cared less. He pointed to the first female that was within his field of vision. \"You! Go on ahead. I'll make sure no one follows you in.\""
},
{
"from": "gpt",
"value": "Tanja a young woman just barely over her twentieth birthday had gotten a summer intership at a paper, applying to be a field reporter for some of the work that the paper did had her smiling. But the job she had gotten now as a sport writer made her cringe, she hated most of the violent contact sports and the report so far she had written had her sighing. It wasn't any good if she gave this to the owner of the paper she was gonna be as fucked as fucked could be.\nShe smiled brightly though when she was selected quickly stepping through the door and into Miroslav's dressing room, pen and paper in hand. Instead of a pair of jeans she had her business clothing on. The black skirt and blouse clinging to her body, the white blouse underneath a bit see-through as Miroslav could see her big D-cup tits underneath the blouse held in check by a white lace bra. Smiling at the fighter she sat down, waiting for him to do the same. She didn't look at his face much, making her cringe. Why did men do this?"
},
{
"from": "human",
"value": "\"One moment, I be there,\" his deep voice sounded from the shower. It was obvious from the get-go that his English was less than fluent. His pronunciation was good, but overshadowed by the accent he produced. His ability to take the \"Th\" sound and somehow convert it into a \"Z\" didn't help matters. But hey, he did what he could.\nAt that particular moment, all of the man's tattoos were visible close-up to Tanja. He had some sort of cyrillic writing across the back of his neck and again across his shoulder blades. A sickle and hammer could be seen on the left side of his chest. The last of his tattoos were a tribal armband around each of his upper arms.\n\"Excuse me, please,\" he said politely, making the \"L\" sound much harder-sounding than necessary. He dried himself off and grabbed a pair of trousers from the shower wall, quickly putting them on and using his belt to keep them there. Once he was respectably covered, he exited the shower and sat down across from her.\n\"Okay, excuse me, I ready.\" Miroslav gave Tanja a smile that, unlike most boxers, possessed all its teeth. It stung a bit because of the pain in his lip, but that didn't seem to at all faze him."
},
{
"from": "gpt",
"value": "Tanja stared at Miroslav as he spoke, it was clear that he had a slavic decent. She was already writing up something about the fighter, most about his tatoo's. \"My name is Tanja Minal\", she extended her hand, \"I'm pleasured to meet you. My paper\", she gave him a card saying Tavin Papers Inc., \".. has instructed me to take an interview with you, the new heavyweight\", she smiled. \"Please explain how you came here\""
},
{
"from": "human",
"value": "Miroslav took the card and nodded as he read the contents, holding it between his large fingers as he turned his attention back to her. He seemed to have a bit of trouble following her, but he understood most of what she said.\n\"You mean to boxing or to this country?\" He tilted his head slightly as if he was a curious puppy, only to chuckle at himself a few moments later. \"Excuse me, my English not so good. I try to answer questions, though.\"\nUnlike his colleagues, he hadn't yet developed a disdain for all things journalism. He wasn't punching cameramen who got in his way or shoving reporters. He actually wanted to answer questions and inform potential fans of his actions. Who knew how long that would last, though."
},
{
"from": "gpt",
"value": "\"Both if you'd please, oh and you can talk a slight bit in Slavic, I can understand a bit. Having studied overseas and all\", she smiled at Miroslav, she was actually happy that the huge man infront of her way being happy and kind.\nShe had heard of a fellow reporter of her, actually the one that she had replaced. That had his ass beat up, having gotten a rather small quick Latino that beat the ever loving crap out of him after a misplaced joke."
},
{
"from": "human",
"value": "The boxer tilted his head again. \"Which Slavic? All of Eastern Europe is Slavic. I from Russia, but also know Ukrainian. My mother's family from there.\"\nHe allowed the manner to drop before addressing her questions. \"I get into boxing when I eighteen years old, twelve year ago. I leave Soviet Union with brother and sister and go to West Germany. I make living that way while going to school. I get doctorate degree in... what the term here... Political Science and I get teaching certification. My final test all in German and I pass well.\n\"I come here less than a year ago. My son leave his mother in Moskva... Moscow, I mean to say... and come with me. He five year old. He train with me sometimes. He like sport almost more like than me.\" His smile brightened at the mention of his son. He was quite obviously proud of the little one, even though he'd only known him less than a year."
},
{
"from": "gpt",
"value": "The young writer was eagerly writing down on the piece of paper, then realized he had asked her a question. \"Ahh Romanian and Russki\", she said smiling and waiting for him to continue. She was happy with what was happening, most guys wheren't this open but she had found Europeans overall where much more open with anything.\nShe was a bit uncomfortable with sitting across from his half-nude form though, seeing the muscled body often draw her eyes."
},
{
"from": "human",
"value": "\"Ah,\" he replied with a nod. \"English my fourth language. I speak Russian, Ukrainian, German, and now English. I understand little bit Polish. Only because Ukrainian have Polish words. Hungarian too.\"\nIf he knew her eyes were averting to his exposed skin, he didn't seem to make note of it. Being in boxing, he had to be comfortable with display at least part of his body to the world while he fought. He was more than comfortable in his own skin, but he sometimes forgot that some people were a bit less than comfortable.\n\"What else you want ask me?\" Again he tilted his head. Odd habits, anyone?"
},
{
"from": "gpt",
"value": "Tanja stared at the large man across from her, \"Uhm.. what are your hopes and dreams, I mean like what do you want to do further with your life. Do you want to be a trainer, stay the champion\", she shook her head, that goes without saying offcourse, \".. tell me what you want to become further\", she had a soft very southren charming smile as she stared at the large fighter."
},
{
"from": "human",
"value": "Miroslav shook his head at the thought of being a trainer. \"No, I stay only in boxing until I forty year old if I get no injury. I train my little brother when he fight, but that it. He only recently start his heavyweight career. After boxing, I teach. I already homeschooling Oleg, my son, now. I give him everything I never have.\"\nThere was a bit of solemnness when he spoke the last phrase, as if something within his past, if not all of it, was somehow painful. He was not one to complain, however, and neglected to gripe about his childhood and what was or wasn't there for him. Thinking of himself was the last thing he wanted."
},
{
"from": "gpt",
"value": "Tanja nodded and finished writing, \"Well Miroslav\", she stood up, offering her hand to him. \"I think that I've gotten enough\", waiting for him to shake her hand she would walk back out the room. If Miroslav stood up now he could clearly see her sweat drenched blouse, now see-through revealing her beautiful pale D-cup boobs hiding underneath."
},
{
"from": "human",
"value": "Miroslav stood up from his place and engulfed her hand in his own. He only briefly glanced at any part of her body below the neckline, but he was quite happy with what he saw. If he was any younger in his years, he may have propositioned her then and there. However, unlike his younger brother, he had since grown out of that stage.\nAs their hands shook, he used his free hand to take out a business card, his personal number on the back of it. \"If you want ask anything, you call, okay?\" This was meant in complete innocence, but he couldn't help but have a sheepish thought or two. Whether he liked it or not, it was practically in his blood."
},
{
"from": "gpt",
"value": "Tanja smiled and took the card from Miroslav, \"I'm sure I'll do that, good night\", she gave a soft nod to Miroslav and clicked the door open. She was absolutely drenched in sweat, thankfully there was a nice warm shower waiting for her when she got home. Her feet quickly led her to the car, the business card had dissapeared into her purse and she placed her old dodge into gear. Riding off to her small apartement."
}
] |
179,397 | 2013-07-12T07:03:07 |
The Artist Suffers For Her Art (Xev/Bigwad73) [halted]
| 14 |
Noncon: Exotic-Freeform Solos
| 2 | 11 | 1,905 | 159 |
[
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"from": "bigwad73",
"from-alternative": "User0",
"index": 0,
"timestamp": "2013-07-12T07:03:07",
"value": "Another universe. Different physical laws. Different rules of how life works. Aerpatoth was a native of that other universe, and for that matter, he was a powerful being there. More, his mind could leak over into the universe we live in. His thoughts and feelings could transfer to beings here. And, if the conditions were right, he could send a part of himself to our universe.\n\nWhat did Aerpatoth look like? That depended. If you were in his home universe, he was indescribable--flashing colors, stretching skin, reaching pseudopods... On our world, he was a ball of living matter that was constantly in motion. Tentacles stretched up and away from the creature, and then, for a moment, it would become still, like a stone. A moment later, it was fluid, like a free-standing water drop.\n\nHis mentality was nearly un-understandable. Insane wasn't really descriptive. Un-sane was more appropriate--normal human sanity never entered the picture. The only thing that was remotely relate-able to humans was Aerpatoth's interest in, of all things, art, especially visual art. Much of the contact he had with humans was actually related to it.\n\nBut now, something else was attracting his attention. His universe and another seemed to be synchronizing, allowing him access to the other universe."
},
{
"from": "Xev",
"from-alternative": "User1",
"index": 1,
"timestamp": "2013-07-12T07:41:18",
"value": "Sal prepared for another weekend, setting up her canvasses and paints. Walking around her loft apartment barefoot, the petite girl wearing nothing but an oversized shirt right now. She certainly didn't want to get paint all over her good clothes. Running her fingers through her violet dyed locks, she did one last check of the place, ensuring her doors and windows were locked.\n\nOnce she was secure, a small grin came to her pale face, and she went to a small drawer to retrieve a pill bottle. Taking a single tab from within and placing it on her tongue, she flopped into a bean bag chair and waited for the LSD to take effect. Let's see what visions find me this weekend, she thought. The petite girl looking around at some of her past pieces.\n\nSurreal and psychedelic imagery, colorful and hinting at inconceivable patterns. Under the influence of the hallucinogens, she seemed to tap into something. Her muse she called it, some otherworldly entity that granted her teasing hints of hidden knowledge. Her paintings completed long before she returned to lucidity, and even then, sometimes she could not guess the meaning of her own works.\n\nShe expected much of the same this weekend. No-one would bother her, no-one ever did. For while she was friendly enough, she was a bit too odd for most people to want to befriend. There would be no interruptions while she worked, of that she was certain. Closing her eyes as the edges of reality began to blur, a small grin coming to her lips. So it began."
},
{
"from": "bigwad73",
"from-alternative": "User0",
"index": 2,
"timestamp": "2013-07-13T23:54:59",
"value": "Slowly, the joining of two universes--the cross volume between the two--grew, allowing Aerpatoth to send his thoughts across the way between worlds. Those thoughts would seek to enter her mind, representing the psychedelic spirals and whorls that he loved, that he saw the universe as being made up of.\n\nBut this time, he didn't just send thoughts through the connection. As the joining increased, a pair of tentacles lashed through the opening, followed by a third. The first two were simple gripping tentacles. The third held a pair of compound eyes, and it guided the two tentacles. The first two quested around, gently, seeking the being it sensed on the other side--a being whose thoughts it recognized from previous contacts. They'd reach out and find her, guided by the compound eyes. At first, they'd gently touch her, seeking her head. But once they found her head and neck, they wrapped around her, forming a cocoon of thick, muscly tentacle."
},
{
"from": "Xev",
"from-alternative": "User1",
"index": 3,
"timestamp": "2013-07-14T20:08:20",
"value": "She had risen to stand before a bare canvas, feeling the dripping reality warp and grow more intense. Looking about the room where things were gradually becoming more amorphous. Her eyes widened as she felt the tentacles, this was new, but she wasn't worried. New was good, new was fresh creations. She was concerned to the sensation of her neck being held, a concern that grew when they didn't stop there. Finding herself becoming too wrapped up in them, her mouth blocked, her sight denied as her entire head was now encased in the strong appendages.\n\nThis she didn't like. The worse thing to do to one on hallucinogens was to plunge them in darkness, denying them their visions. She began to panic. This was turning into a bad trip, far too realistic seeming. Her emotions heightened by the drug, she tried to free herself, small hands trying to grip and pull away the strong tentacles. Where had this vision come from? Had she watched a horror movie too recently? Mind racing with scattered thoughts, only which a few of made any sense in her current state."
},
{
"from": "bigwad73",
"from-alternative": "User0",
"index": 4,
"timestamp": "2013-07-15T07:02:20",
"value": "Two additional tentacles flashed through the gateway, followed by two more. The ones around her head pulled her forward even as the new ones wrapped around her wrists and then ankles.\n\nThe tentacles were strong, but not slimy or cold. In fact, they were warm, and slightly yielding, not too different from human limbs, with an outer layer of skin over something much harder, though in this case, given the flexibility, it couldn't be over bone. But there was certainly muscle or something like it there--the strength of the limbs was very high.\n\nAnd more, thoughts were entering her mind. Most were just vague impressions of color swirls and patterns, but there were a couple... One was an image of her, holding still. Another was an image of the eyes on the tentacles, looking at her, reflecting back dozens of lights reflected off the compound eyes, which were now moving to hang (on their tentacle) right before her eyes."
},
{
"from": "Xev",
"from-alternative": "User1",
"index": 5,
"timestamp": "2013-07-15T22:00:48",
"value": "Fear racked up a few notches, burning through her hazed mind. She felt as if she were more lucid than before, yet those impossible tentacles were still present. Her small body trembled, finding her wrists and ankles now coiled as well. She couldn't see a thing, couldn't make any more noise than a muffled cry for help, yet at the same time, she remembered that no help would come.\n\nIn that darkness, locked with just her thoughts and physical sensations, she caught the odd senses. Were they thoughts, requests, commands? Be still. She rebelled against the idea at first, but as she came to realize that she had no sort of strength to combat this insanity, she finally gave in. Slumping a bit, deciding to save her energy for now. It wasn't real anyway. It couldn't be."
},
{
"from": "bigwad73",
"from-alternative": "User0",
"index": 6,
"timestamp": "2013-07-19T05:27:27",
"value": "Now that she was quiescent and had ceased struggling, the tentacle around her head loosened and released her, though a part of it still covered her mouth, keeping her effectively gagged. At least, now, her eyes were uncovered.\n\nThough, what she'd see wouldn't necessarily make a whole lot of sense. Seven thick tentacles stretched off into the distance, though somehow they didn't seem to go that far away from her. And where the tentacles met, a thick, purplish mass sat, though the mass seemed vague and indistinct. The seventh tentacle was actually not touching her as the other ones were, but instead the tentacle hovered before her face, the compound eyes staring into hers, looking like twin pools of ink with dozens of reflections of her face barely visible in them.\n\nAn eighth tentacle appeared from the mass, stretching out to her, and it softly began to play with her shirt. All the other ones held her arms, legs, and neck. The eighth one seemed interested in the fabric, gripping it gently, exploring the folds and structure of her clothing. Then, it slid under the clothing, the tip stroking her tummy, then flicking out against her shirt, continuing to move back and forth in the space between her shirt and her body. Though, the second it encountered her breasts, it stopped. Slowly, it began to explore the underside of her tits, softly groping her."
},
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"from": "Xev",
"from-alternative": "User1",
"index": 7,
"timestamp": "2013-08-02T17:58:01",
"value": "[ sorry for delay, comp issues. ]\n\nBlinking a few times once her eyes were uncovered, the swirling and fluid 'reality' came full force back to her. Mind struggling to find meaning of the visions swamping her mind with the odd sensations. Tentacles, eyeballs? What could it mean?\n\nThe new tentacle exploring her drew her gaze, watching in detached fascination as it felt first the fabric, then her hidden flesh. Muffled gasp into the appendage blocking her mouth when her breasts were discovered and felt up. What was this.. some sort of repressed need for sexual release? She squirmed a bit, though her body was already reacting to the attention, nipples stiffening, much to her embarrassment. She shook her head in disbelief. Was any of this really happening, or was she in reality laying there feeling herself up and having a bad trip around it? She could trust none of her senses right now, and just had to ride out the oddness."
},
{
"from": "bigwad73",
"from-alternative": "User0",
"index": 8,
"timestamp": "2013-08-04T23:33:09",
"value": "The tentacles pulled her a bit, bringing her closer to the odd space before her from where the tentacles emerged. They were a bit tight on her skin, but not painfully so. The tentacle on her breasts now began to work up one breast, finding her nipple, and then explorng it with the very tip, pressing and twisting and pushing and pulling. It swapped to the other breast, and repeated the actions. A new tentacle shot through the opening and that one went to the breast that the tentacle had explored first. It wrapped itself around her breast and began softly squeezing her tit.\n\nThe odd thing was, she was being picked up by several tentacles and pulled forward, but the far side of the room didn't seem to be getting closer..."
},
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"from": "Xev",
"from-alternative": "User1",
"index": 9,
"timestamp": "2013-08-11T22:21:44",
"value": "She let out a half laugh of disbelief, half moan as those tentacles explored and teased her nipples, the nubs stiff from the attention. Gasping at each twist and tug, and biting her lower lip as she looked with amazement to the odd visual before her. It was surreal and alien to her, but despite her initial worry of being so bound, she was growing calmer with the pleasurable sensations being given. The odd effect of being pulled forward, but not, she attributed to the drugs. Such an interesting thing to behold, good thing she didn't believe it was truly happening, or she might be rather concerned. A brief thought came to her that she might want to start actually painting, but certainy wasn't able to do so in this predicament. She hoped the vision would change soon so she could get on with her original task."
},
{
"from": "bigwad73",
"from-alternative": "User0",
"index": 10,
"timestamp": "2013-08-15T21:18:47",
"value": "The sense of movement without movement, of motionless motion, continued, and as she was moved somehow, two more tentacles approached her, and began to wrap around her upper legs, softly stroking her thighs. A second later, the tips of those tentacles were touching her labia and slit, along with stroking over her hips and rear.\n\nA new sensation entered her mind. The tentacle touching her head pushed another idea at her. The image showed her speaking... Then, there was an image of her, and a sense of curiosity. The tentacle with the eyes hovered before her, and the eyes glowed softly, something that was, honestly, very interesting to watch, and hard to look away from."
}
] |
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"from": "human",
"value": "Another universe. Different physical laws. Different rules of how life works. Aerpatoth was a native of that other universe, and for that matter, he was a powerful being there. More, his mind could leak over into the universe we live in. His thoughts and feelings could transfer to beings here. And, if the conditions were right, he could send a part of himself to our universe.\nWhat did Aerpatoth look like? That depended. If you were in his home universe, he was indescribable--flashing colors, stretching skin, reaching pseudopods... On our world, he was a ball of living matter that was constantly in motion. Tentacles stretched up and away from the creature, and then, for a moment, it would become still, like a stone. A moment later, it was fluid, like a free-standing water drop.\nHis mentality was nearly un-understandable. Insane wasn't really descriptive. Un-sane was more appropriate--normal human sanity never entered the picture. The only thing that was remotely relate-able to humans was Aerpatoth's interest in, of all things, art, especially visual art. Much of the contact he had with humans was actually related to it.\nBut now, something else was attracting his attention. His universe and another seemed to be synchronizing, allowing him access to the other universe."
},
{
"from": "gpt",
"value": "Sal prepared for another weekend, setting up her canvasses and paints. Walking around her loft apartment barefoot, the petite girl wearing nothing but an oversized shirt right now. She certainly didn't want to get paint all over her good clothes. Running her fingers through her violet dyed locks, she did one last check of the place, ensuring her doors and windows were locked.\nOnce she was secure, a small grin came to her pale face, and she went to a small drawer to retrieve a pill bottle. Taking a single tab from within and placing it on her tongue, she flopped into a bean bag chair and waited for the LSD to take effect. Let's see what visions find me this weekend, she thought. The petite girl looking around at some of her past pieces.\nSurreal and psychedelic imagery, colorful and hinting at inconceivable patterns. Under the influence of the hallucinogens, she seemed to tap into something. Her muse she called it, some otherworldly entity that granted her teasing hints of hidden knowledge. Her paintings completed long before she returned to lucidity, and even then, sometimes she could not guess the meaning of her own works.\nShe expected much of the same this weekend. No-one would bother her, no-one ever did. For while she was friendly enough, she was a bit too odd for most people to want to befriend. There would be no interruptions while she worked, of that she was certain. Closing her eyes as the edges of reality began to blur, a small grin coming to her lips. So it began."
},
{
"from": "human",
"value": "Slowly, the joining of two universes--the cross volume between the two--grew, allowing Aerpatoth to send his thoughts across the way between worlds. Those thoughts would seek to enter her mind, representing the psychedelic spirals and whorls that he loved, that he saw the universe as being made up of.\nBut this time, he didn't just send thoughts through the connection. As the joining increased, a pair of tentacles lashed through the opening, followed by a third. The first two were simple gripping tentacles. The third held a pair of compound eyes, and it guided the two tentacles. The first two quested around, gently, seeking the being it sensed on the other side--a being whose thoughts it recognized from previous contacts. They'd reach out and find her, guided by the compound eyes. At first, they'd gently touch her, seeking her head. But once they found her head and neck, they wrapped around her, forming a cocoon of thick, muscly tentacle."
},
{
"from": "gpt",
"value": "She had risen to stand before a bare canvas, feeling the dripping reality warp and grow more intense. Looking about the room where things were gradually becoming more amorphous. Her eyes widened as she felt the tentacles, this was new, but she wasn't worried. New was good, new was fresh creations. She was concerned to the sensation of her neck being held, a concern that grew when they didn't stop there. Finding herself becoming too wrapped up in them, her mouth blocked, her sight denied as her entire head was now encased in the strong appendages.\nThis she didn't like. The worse thing to do to one on hallucinogens was to plunge them in darkness, denying them their visions. She began to panic. This was turning into a bad trip, far too realistic seeming. Her emotions heightened by the drug, she tried to free herself, small hands trying to grip and pull away the strong tentacles. Where had this vision come from? Had she watched a horror movie too recently? Mind racing with scattered thoughts, only which a few of made any sense in her current state."
},
{
"from": "human",
"value": "Two additional tentacles flashed through the gateway, followed by two more. The ones around her head pulled her forward even as the new ones wrapped around her wrists and then ankles.\nThe tentacles were strong, but not slimy or cold. In fact, they were warm, and slightly yielding, not too different from human limbs, with an outer layer of skin over something much harder, though in this case, given the flexibility, it couldn't be over bone. But there was certainly muscle or something like it there--the strength of the limbs was very high.\nAnd more, thoughts were entering her mind. Most were just vague impressions of color swirls and patterns, but there were a couple... One was an image of her, holding still. Another was an image of the eyes on the tentacles, looking at her, reflecting back dozens of lights reflected off the compound eyes, which were now moving to hang (on their tentacle) right before her eyes."
},
{
"from": "gpt",
"value": "Fear racked up a few notches, burning through her hazed mind. She felt as if she were more lucid than before, yet those impossible tentacles were still present. Her small body trembled, finding her wrists and ankles now coiled as well. She couldn't see a thing, couldn't make any more noise than a muffled cry for help, yet at the same time, she remembered that no help would come.\nIn that darkness, locked with just her thoughts and physical sensations, she caught the odd senses. Were they thoughts, requests, commands? Be still. She rebelled against the idea at first, but as she came to realize that she had no sort of strength to combat this insanity, she finally gave in. Slumping a bit, deciding to save her energy for now. It wasn't real anyway. It couldn't be."
},
{
"from": "human",
"value": "Now that she was quiescent and had ceased struggling, the tentacle around her head loosened and released her, though a part of it still covered her mouth, keeping her effectively gagged. At least, now, her eyes were uncovered.\nThough, what she'd see wouldn't necessarily make a whole lot of sense. Seven thick tentacles stretched off into the distance, though somehow they didn't seem to go that far away from her. And where the tentacles met, a thick, purplish mass sat, though the mass seemed vague and indistinct. The seventh tentacle was actually not touching her as the other ones were, but instead the tentacle hovered before her face, the compound eyes staring into hers, looking like twin pools of ink with dozens of reflections of her face barely visible in them.\nAn eighth tentacle appeared from the mass, stretching out to her, and it softly began to play with her shirt. All the other ones held her arms, legs, and neck. The eighth one seemed interested in the fabric, gripping it gently, exploring the folds and structure of her clothing. Then, it slid under the clothing, the tip stroking her tummy, then flicking out against her shirt, continuing to move back and forth in the space between her shirt and her body. Though, the second it encountered her breasts, it stopped. Slowly, it began to explore the underside of her tits, softly groping her."
},
{
"from": "gpt",
"value": "[ sorry for delay, comp issues. ]\nBlinking a few times once her eyes were uncovered, the swirling and fluid 'reality' came full force back to her. Mind struggling to find meaning of the visions swamping her mind with the odd sensations. Tentacles, eyeballs? What could it mean?\nThe new tentacle exploring her drew her gaze, watching in detached fascination as it felt first the fabric, then her hidden flesh. Muffled gasp into the appendage blocking her mouth when her breasts were discovered and felt up. What was this.. some sort of repressed need for sexual release? She squirmed a bit, though her body was already reacting to the attention, nipples stiffening, much to her embarrassment. She shook her head in disbelief. Was any of this really happening, or was she in reality laying there feeling herself up and having a bad trip around it? She could trust none of her senses right now, and just had to ride out the oddness."
},
{
"from": "human",
"value": "The tentacles pulled her a bit, bringing her closer to the odd space before her from where the tentacles emerged. They were a bit tight on her skin, but not painfully so. The tentacle on her breasts now began to work up one breast, finding her nipple, and then explorng it with the very tip, pressing and twisting and pushing and pulling. It swapped to the other breast, and repeated the actions. A new tentacle shot through the opening and that one went to the breast that the tentacle had explored first. It wrapped itself around her breast and began softly squeezing her tit.\nThe odd thing was, she was being picked up by several tentacles and pulled forward, but the far side of the room didn't seem to be getting closer..."
},
{
"from": "gpt",
"value": "She let out a half laugh of disbelief, half moan as those tentacles explored and teased her nipples, the nubs stiff from the attention. Gasping at each twist and tug, and biting her lower lip as she looked with amazement to the odd visual before her. It was surreal and alien to her, but despite her initial worry of being so bound, she was growing calmer with the pleasurable sensations being given. The odd effect of being pulled forward, but not, she attributed to the drugs. Such an interesting thing to behold, good thing she didn't believe it was truly happening, or she might be rather concerned. A brief thought came to her that she might want to start actually painting, but certainy wasn't able to do so in this predicament. She hoped the vision would change soon so she could get on with her original task."
},
{
"from": "human",
"value": "The sense of movement without movement, of motionless motion, continued, and as she was moved somehow, two more tentacles approached her, and began to wrap around her upper legs, softly stroking her thighs. A second later, the tips of those tentacles were touching her labia and slit, along with stroking over her hips and rear.\nA new sensation entered her mind. The tentacle touching her head pushed another idea at her. The image showed her speaking... Then, there was an image of her, and a sense of curiosity. The tentacle with the eyes hovered before her, and the eyes glowed softly, something that was, honestly, very interesting to watch, and hard to look away from."
}
] |
4,806 | 2006-04-10T09:31:29 |
Girl, Remade
| 67 |
Noncon: Exotic-System Solos
| 2 | 12 | 1,957 | 145 |
[
{
"from": "kylie",
"from-alternative": "User0",
"index": 0,
"timestamp": "2006-04-10T09:31:29",
"value": "Mai is a slightly tall, but quite lanky girl just turned eighteen. She has medium brown hair with faint traces of dark auburn dye remaining. Her face is a slgihtly angular oval shape, and at an angle her nearly black eyes can appear to push out of their smoothly curved lid. Normally, she would generally wear basic patterns done on simple, elegant cuts: peasant tops, durable halters, soft shorts or sari skirts. Overall, see generally looked the pleasant end of average, practical youth.\n\n(Technically, if it matters: she starts at 5'6, 120 lbs, measures 31b-22-32.)\n\nMai is from a lower middle class family. Nothing special, but they doted on their daughter and their little end of the telecom business made enough to send her to the university. Now on her first break, she came to this city to stay with a friend in the music industry. She has been thinking about learning to jockey for clubs or concerts with their glitzy holograms and ethereal mixers, or maybe even programming something herself. So she thought she might see what that scene is like, even though it does seem a bit of a stretch for a girl fresh out of a small industrial town in the middle of nowhere. She never quite made it to where she was going, though.\n\nShe sat up slowly, a lithe hand pressed to her groggy forehead, rubbing the palish gold skin. She remembered leaving the station, walking to a cab, sharing a cab because of course anything rental in the city would be exorbitant... There was a little small talk and she'd been paying attention to the towers zipping past, and then the man must have grabbed her -- she could remember vaguely a press of hands, a strange thick smell...\n\nAnd now she was here. She blinked and looked up away from the bubbly, liquid-filled pad she was on, resting on a monochrome shelf attached to a wall. All the walls were the same blue-grey color. The room was only a few meters across, with a single mechanical door on a track and no obvious controller here to open it. It made her think of a prison. If it was a prison though, why had she ended up here wearing only her travel undies, a front-zip white sports bra framed with black borders over her 31b buds, and the matching bottom over her equally compact waist. An odd pair of simple, soft slippers sat by the door. Not anything she had brought along, but the shape reminded her a little of her old ballet slippers... She glanced at the light fixtures anxiously, wondering if one of those things might be a camera... What was going on? Where was this place?"
},
{
"from": "Creeper",
"from-alternative": "User1",
"index": 1,
"timestamp": "2006-04-10T10:34:52",
"value": "<em>Shiiiink</em>\n\nThe door slid open with a mechanical hiss, revealing the dark metallic hallway which lay beyond for a few moments. This view was quickly blocked by three people striding quickly into the room, the door hissing shut behind them. The first person was a tall, leggy woman in a silver jumpsuit, with blond hair tied back into a bun. Clear blue eyes were hidden behind square glasses that hung on the tip of the woman's nose. She was flanked by two identical dark-haired burly men, dressed only in a pair of black pants, and a dull expression in their eyes.\n\n\"Welcome to the family.\" Said the woman with a grin."
},
{
"from": "kylie",
"from-alternative": "User0",
"index": 2,
"timestamp": "2006-04-10T12:40:28",
"value": "Mai blinked at the people coming into the room. Her head was still not quite right from... whatever it was. She kept thinking about that odd smell before she blanked out, but couldn't make any sense out of it. She took in the three in their shiny fabrics slowly, pulling her legs back against her chest as they approached. It felt weird that they all seemed to have hidden or unusual eyes, but she had more practical concerns.\n\n\"Wh-what family,\" she stammered. \"Some mistake must have happened. I don't think I belong here. I haven't done anything and I have to get to my friend and...\" she trailed off, having an eerie feeling that she wasn't being listened to in the way she expected. Life had usually been pretty orderly for her, but something wasn't translating here? Who are they, she thought again through nervous eyes."
},
{
"from": "Creeper",
"from-alternative": "User1",
"index": 3,
"timestamp": "2006-04-11T05:50:50",
"value": "The woman chuckled, taking a few menacing steps forward. \"Oh, there's no mistake sweetie. You've been selected for employment by the Averis Brothel, the most prestigious and exotic supplier of adult entertainment for the whole galaxy! You should be proud, honey. Not just anyone gets in.\" The woman explained in a sultry tone, taking off her glasses, and crouching down beside Mai. \"Oh, we're going to have fun with <em>you</em>.\""
},
{
"from": "kylie",
"from-alternative": "User0",
"index": 4,
"timestamp": "2006-04-12T01:46:13",
"value": "She shook her head a little harder, hoping to clear it. That just made her slightly matted hair a little bit more tossed. The name sounded vaguely familiar, like she'd heard it somewhere. Something with a bad reputation, but she'd never really believed it. \"Really,\" she tried, \"You've got to be kidding. They don't exist, I mean it's just some idea they made into a b-flick right.\" She looked up at the light fixtures again. \"This is a good joke, okay. Show me where the camera is and get it over with. I'm scared already.\" She was trying to make it sound funny, but her voice was shaking too much.\n\nShe inched back as the woman moved so close, although the space was running out. She looked at her eyes cautiously, afraid they might be as lifeless as the men's. I don't have anything to do with what she's talking about, she thought. As if I look like some sleaze or whatever, sure. She bit her lip a tad. This would all make better sense very soon... wouldn't it?"
},
{
"from": "Creeper",
"from-alternative": "User1",
"index": 5,
"timestamp": "2006-04-12T05:15:16",
"value": "The blond woman gave a low, threatening chuckle. Oh, how niave this one was. She would enjoy tearing her innocence from her like a dog shreading a piece of paper. She said nothing to the terrified girl. Instead, she simply dropped her hands to the zipper of her jumpsuit, and started to pull the metal piece in a downward motion. Slowly, the front of her suit began to open, predicably revealing her pale, shaply breasts, topped with cherry coloured nipples. But the woman didn't stop there, oh no. The suit opened farther, displaying another set of tits, slightly smaller then the ones above them, but clearly natural! And even lower on her chest, were another set of mammaries. They were practically flat, but still there for Mai to see.\n\n\"Still think this is a prank, Cutie?\" Sneered the woman, getting closer."
},
{
"from": "kylie",
"from-alternative": "User0",
"index": 6,
"timestamp": "2006-04-13T14:31:44",
"value": "Mai glanced down the woman's jacket thinking, what is she doing, is everyone here nuts? Where she came from, people did not just unzip in a room full of people, not usually even a private one. Her mouth dropped open at the multiple sets of breasts, but this just made her more confused too. Natural or enhanced or whatever, how should she know. Anything could \"look\" natural these days. It could have come from light years away, or been grown yesterday. Not that she had ever seen the point of looking for something so odd and distracting. Maybe they were natural, though she had to wonder just what such creatures would do with them...\n\n\"Wh-where are you from?\" she tried meekly. There had to be some way to explain all this, but her having a part in it didn't compute very well. There must be some crazy city girls who wanted to look at people with an extra chest or two -- but it was just odd to her, not anything she could really imagine, and a little gross. She didn't like how this woman laughs or these men standing around like robots - even if maybe they were robots, who could say. But since the woman wasn't offering much help yet, probably the best thing was to let her keep talking and wait for some sense to slip out. She could always fuss about her friend missing her a bit later..."
},
{
"from": "Creeper",
"from-alternative": "User1",
"index": 7,
"timestamp": "2006-04-15T11:52:00",
"value": "\"Earth, silly!\" Said the woman, ajusting her glasses and leering at Mai's form. She placed her hands on the bed, and loomed over head the girl like a predetory vulture, Mai's reflection mirroring off of her glasses. She broke a crooked smile. \"Whether you like it or not, you're a probitionary member of the Averis Brothel. We've got your first recording session lined right up, so hop off the bed and come with us...\" She said with a threatening overtone."
},
{
"from": "kylie",
"from-alternative": "User0",
"index": 8,
"timestamp": "2006-04-17T18:15:16",
"value": "That creature... was from Earth? She rather doubted it, although probably anything was possible... Mai hated how this woman, if that's what she really was, talked down to her. For a minute there she thought she might swoop down like some scavenger bird and snap at her. She curled her back against the wall and looked down, for lack of anywhere else to look.\n\nMai didn't know what she meant by recording sessions, but she figured anywhere had to be better than in here right about now. She squeezed lower and stretched out a tentative foot toward the odd sandals beside the bunk. She was still scrunched up with her arms close around her in her cottony functional outfit, which was less than she wanted on among people like this. Anyway, she would be happy to get out and look around. Maybe even find a door to someplace nicer altogether..."
},
{
"from": "Creeper",
"from-alternative": "User1",
"index": 9,
"timestamp": "2006-04-19T01:39:12",
"value": "The woman stepped back as Mai reluctantly put her foot in a sandle, and made a motion to the two men. Then stomped forward, standing beside Mai and looked down at her. \"Good. These men will take you to the set. Do be a good girl and follow them quickly. I have a few other things to take care off around here. This whole place might collapse without me.\" She sighed, glancing around the room. Then she gave Mai that creepy smile again. \"Oh, and welcome to the family again. You're going to have a great time...\"\nWith that she slid out of the room, leaving Mai alone with the men. They stared at her with souless eyes, waiting for her to stand up and follow them. If she did not, they would lift her to her feet and drag her to the set."
},
{
"from": "kylie",
"from-alternative": "User0",
"index": 10,
"timestamp": "2006-04-20T11:47:26",
"value": "Mai glanced at the woman moving away, trying to make sense of what she had been saying just then. She'd never heard of a woman in charge of a brothel, not that there were many where she came from - at least, not that she knew of. Of course, she'd never heard of a woman with six breasts either, so things were already beyond odd. She didn't like the feel of the place at all, but she was a little curious. And she was more than happy to see what she could find out anywhere outside. Staying here certainly wasn't going to help sort things out, nor get her out.\n\n\"Out\" was sounding very good, she though as she tossed a wary look at the men. Well, at least they didn't seem terribly interested in her. Another vote against brothel, she figured. Whatever. She stepped gingerly toward the doorway and poked through. Hoping this place might have someone more sane...\n\nShe wasn't sure about what they meant by set, but might as well get a good look around..."
},
{
"from": "Creeper",
"from-alternative": "User1",
"index": 11,
"timestamp": "2006-04-22T11:46:56",
"value": "The two men followed Mai out of the room and into the hall, tall, sculped and utterly impersonal. They stood like statues, or perhaps more fitting, robots. They had a path set out for the girl, and tried to push her towards the set to keep the girl from doddling off, or escaping.\n\nOOC: Yesh, my posting is crappy. See sig."
}
] |
[
{
"from": "human",
"value": "Mai is a slightly tall, but quite lanky girl just turned eighteen. She has medium brown hair with faint traces of dark auburn dye remaining. Her face is a slgihtly angular oval shape, and at an angle her nearly black eyes can appear to push out of their smoothly curved lid. Normally, she would generally wear basic patterns done on simple, elegant cuts: peasant tops, durable halters, soft shorts or sari skirts. Overall, see generally looked the pleasant end of average, practical youth.\n(Technically, if it matters: she starts at 5'6, 120 lbs, measures 31b-22-32.)\nMai is from a lower middle class family. Nothing special, but they doted on their daughter and their little end of the telecom business made enough to send her to the university. Now on her first break, she came to this city to stay with a friend in the music industry. She has been thinking about learning to jockey for clubs or concerts with their glitzy holograms and ethereal mixers, or maybe even programming something herself. So she thought she might see what that scene is like, even though it does seem a bit of a stretch for a girl fresh out of a small industrial town in the middle of nowhere. She never quite made it to where she was going, though.\nShe sat up slowly, a lithe hand pressed to her groggy forehead, rubbing the palish gold skin. She remembered leaving the station, walking to a cab, sharing a cab because of course anything rental in the city would be exorbitant... There was a little small talk and she'd been paying attention to the towers zipping past, and then the man must have grabbed her -- she could remember vaguely a press of hands, a strange thick smell...\nAnd now she was here. She blinked and looked up away from the bubbly, liquid-filled pad she was on, resting on a monochrome shelf attached to a wall. All the walls were the same blue-grey color. The room was only a few meters across, with a single mechanical door on a track and no obvious controller here to open it. It made her think of a prison. If it was a prison though, why had she ended up here wearing only her travel undies, a front-zip white sports bra framed with black borders over her 31b buds, and the matching bottom over her equally compact waist. An odd pair of simple, soft slippers sat by the door. Not anything she had brought along, but the shape reminded her a little of her old ballet slippers... She glanced at the light fixtures anxiously, wondering if one of those things might be a camera... What was going on? Where was this place?"
},
{
"from": "gpt",
"value": "*Shiiiink* \nThe door slid open with a mechanical hiss, revealing the dark metallic hallway which lay beyond for a few moments. This view was quickly blocked by three people striding quickly into the room, the door hissing shut behind them. The first person was a tall, leggy woman in a silver jumpsuit, with blond hair tied back into a bun. Clear blue eyes were hidden behind square glasses that hung on the tip of the woman's nose. She was flanked by two identical dark-haired burly men, dressed only in a pair of black pants, and a dull expression in their eyes.\n\"Welcome to the family.\" Said the woman with a grin."
},
{
"from": "human",
"value": "Mai blinked at the people coming into the room. Her head was still not quite right from... whatever it was. She kept thinking about that odd smell before she blanked out, but couldn't make any sense out of it. She took in the three in their shiny fabrics slowly, pulling her legs back against her chest as they approached. It felt weird that they all seemed to have hidden or unusual eyes, but she had more practical concerns.\n\"Wh-what family,\" she stammered. \"Some mistake must have happened. I don't think I belong here. I haven't done anything and I have to get to my friend and...\" she trailed off, having an eerie feeling that she wasn't being listened to in the way she expected. Life had usually been pretty orderly for her, but something wasn't translating here? Who are they, she thought again through nervous eyes."
},
{
"from": "gpt",
"value": "The woman chuckled, taking a few menacing steps forward. \"Oh, there's no mistake sweetie. You've been selected for employment by the Averis Brothel, the most prestigious and exotic supplier of adult entertainment for the whole galaxy! You should be proud, honey. Not just anyone gets in.\" The woman explained in a sultry tone, taking off her glasses, and crouching down beside Mai. \"Oh, we're going to have fun with *you* .\""
},
{
"from": "human",
"value": "She shook her head a little harder, hoping to clear it. That just made her slightly matted hair a little bit more tossed. The name sounded vaguely familiar, like she'd heard it somewhere. Something with a bad reputation, but she'd never really believed it. \"Really,\" she tried, \"You've got to be kidding. They don't exist, I mean it's just some idea they made into a b-flick right.\" She looked up at the light fixtures again. \"This is a good joke, okay. Show me where the camera is and get it over with. I'm scared already.\" She was trying to make it sound funny, but her voice was shaking too much.\nShe inched back as the woman moved so close, although the space was running out. She looked at her eyes cautiously, afraid they might be as lifeless as the men's. I don't have anything to do with what she's talking about, she thought. As if I look like some sleaze or whatever, sure. She bit her lip a tad. This would all make better sense very soon... wouldn't it?"
},
{
"from": "gpt",
"value": "The blond woman gave a low, threatening chuckle. Oh, how niave this one was. She would enjoy tearing her innocence from her like a dog shreading a piece of paper. She said nothing to the terrified girl. Instead, she simply dropped her hands to the zipper of her jumpsuit, and started to pull the metal piece in a downward motion. Slowly, the front of her suit began to open, predicably revealing her pale, shaply breasts, topped with cherry coloured nipples. But the woman didn't stop there, oh no. The suit opened farther, displaying another set of tits, slightly smaller then the ones above them, but clearly natural! And even lower on her chest, were another set of mammaries. They were practically flat, but still there for Mai to see.\n\"Still think this is a prank, Cutie?\" Sneered the woman, getting closer."
},
{
"from": "human",
"value": "Mai glanced down the woman's jacket thinking, what is she doing, is everyone here nuts? Where she came from, people did not just unzip in a room full of people, not usually even a private one. Her mouth dropped open at the multiple sets of breasts, but this just made her more confused too. Natural or enhanced or whatever, how should she know. Anything could \"look\" natural these days. It could have come from light years away, or been grown yesterday. Not that she had ever seen the point of looking for something so odd and distracting. Maybe they were natural, though she had to wonder just what such creatures would do with them...\n\"Wh-where are you from?\" she tried meekly. There had to be some way to explain all this, but her having a part in it didn't compute very well. There must be some crazy city girls who wanted to look at people with an extra chest or two -- but it was just odd to her, not anything she could really imagine, and a little gross. She didn't like how this woman laughs or these men standing around like robots - even if maybe they were robots, who could say. But since the woman wasn't offering much help yet, probably the best thing was to let her keep talking and wait for some sense to slip out. She could always fuss about her friend missing her a bit later..."
},
{
"from": "gpt",
"value": "\"Earth, silly!\" Said the woman, ajusting her glasses and leering at Mai's form. She placed her hands on the bed, and loomed over head the girl like a predetory vulture, Mai's reflection mirroring off of her glasses. She broke a crooked smile. \"Whether you like it or not, you're a probitionary member of the Averis Brothel. We've got your first recording session lined right up, so hop off the bed and come with us...\" She said with a threatening overtone."
},
{
"from": "human",
"value": "That creature... was from Earth? She rather doubted it, although probably anything was possible... Mai hated how this woman, if that's what she really was, talked down to her. For a minute there she thought she might swoop down like some scavenger bird and snap at her. She curled her back against the wall and looked down, for lack of anywhere else to look.\nMai didn't know what she meant by recording sessions, but she figured anywhere had to be better than in here right about now. She squeezed lower and stretched out a tentative foot toward the odd sandals beside the bunk. She was still scrunched up with her arms close around her in her cottony functional outfit, which was less than she wanted on among people like this. Anyway, she would be happy to get out and look around. Maybe even find a door to someplace nicer altogether..."
},
{
"from": "gpt",
"value": "The woman stepped back as Mai reluctantly put her foot in a sandle, and made a motion to the two men. Then stomped forward, standing beside Mai and looked down at her. \"Good. These men will take you to the set. Do be a good girl and follow them quickly. I have a few other things to take care off around here. This whole place might collapse without me.\" She sighed, glancing around the room. Then she gave Mai that creepy smile again. \"Oh, and welcome to the family again. You're going to have a great time...\"\nWith that she slid out of the room, leaving Mai alone with the men. They stared at her with souless eyes, waiting for her to stand up and follow them. If she did not, they would lift her to her feet and drag her to the set."
},
{
"from": "human",
"value": "Mai glanced at the woman moving away, trying to make sense of what she had been saying just then. She'd never heard of a woman in charge of a brothel, not that there were many where she came from - at least, not that she knew of. Of course, she'd never heard of a woman with six breasts either, so things were already beyond odd. She didn't like the feel of the place at all, but she was a little curious. And she was more than happy to see what she could find out anywhere outside. Staying here certainly wasn't going to help sort things out, nor get her out.\n\"Out\" was sounding very good, she though as she tossed a wary look at the men. Well, at least they didn't seem terribly interested in her. Another vote against brothel, she figured. Whatever. She stepped gingerly toward the doorway and poked through. Hoping this place might have someone more sane...\nShe wasn't sure about what they meant by set, but might as well get a good look around..."
},
{
"from": "gpt",
"value": "The two men followed Mai out of the room and into the hall, tall, sculped and utterly impersonal. They stood like statues, or perhaps more fitting, robots. They had a path set out for the girl, and tried to push her towards the set to keep the girl from doddling off, or escaping.\nOOC: Yesh, my posting is crappy. See sig."
}
] |
32,200 | 2009-03-11T02:33:16 |
Daddy's Little Whore
| 13 |
Light: Human Solos
| 2 | 11 | 2,041 | 169 |
[
{
"from": "Carlcjjohnson",
"from-alternative": "User0",
"index": 0,
"timestamp": "2009-03-11T02:33:16",
"value": "(http://ten.com.au/images/DEX-carradine201i-288x375.jpg)\n\nName: Michael Kerry\nAge: 48\nOccupation: Police Officer\n\nFather to X, Michael has been divorced from his wife for over 11 years.\n\nHis job as a policeman initially provided quite a decent lifestyle for his family, but upon separating from his wife, subsequent alimony payments saw him downgrading his house, his car and whatnot, despite the fact that his ex has since remarried, providing his daughter with a wealthy stepfather.\n\nMichael is married to his work. If the need arises, he gains satisfaction and human interaction from hookers he busts on the street and strippers from the local clubs dotted around the city. He's developed quite a submissive personality as a result, particularly in a financial context, as giving obscene amounts of money to women who don't care for him seems rather trivial.\n\nHe rarely sees his daughter, and when he does, she usually just wants more money to support her rebellious lifestyle. The whole experience usually represents a painful reminder of how little time they spend together."
},
{
"from": "VelvetMutt",
"from-alternative": "User1",
"index": 1,
"timestamp": "2009-03-11T03:14:21",
"value": "(http://www.streamatecams.com/images/Molly-Model-Teenage-2.jpg)\n\nEliza is an eighteen year old raised by babysitters and live in nannies. Holding a lot of anger because her parents where never there for her she is a rebellious terror.\n\nEliza will go out of her way to make trouble for her mother and stepfather whom she lives with. Between letting people take nude photos of her and post them online and sucking her step father off, her mother is furious and Eliza has decided to take off for a while, knowing she wasn't going to welcomed for a while.\n\nTravelling to where her dad lives she intends to find a place to crash with him and get some free money if possible."
},
{
"from": "Carlcjjohnson",
"from-alternative": "User0",
"index": 2,
"timestamp": "2009-03-11T03:26:09",
"value": "Michael paced awkwardly around the living room, repeatedly checking his watch. It had just struck 2.15PM, he rubbed his forehead, clearly tired.\n\nEliza had called him out of the blue the day before, saying that she was passing through on the way to meet a few friends out of town and that she'd be stopping by for a few days on her way - that was all.\nHis daughter barely spoke to her, so he didn't really expect the greatest level of detail. Nonetheless, her claim that she'd arrive sometime in the morning had clearly turned out to be a false one. If Michael had any real insight into the lifestyle his daughter had recently been living he'd be worried. But as it was, he was just making sure that his dank little 2-bedroom bungalow was tidy and ready for a visitor.\n\nMichael sat in the living room, turning on the TV to watch the news, hoping to take his mind off things. He wasn't exactly <em>excited</em> to see Eliza, more apprehensive about what he might say to her. Before yesterday's call it had been almost a year since he'd even spoken to her, after all."
},
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"from": "VelvetMutt",
"from-alternative": "User1",
"index": 3,
"timestamp": "2009-03-11T03:56:17",
"value": "Eliza grunted as she was bent over in a taxi, gripping the seat she said nothing as the guy from the bus kept shoving away, buried to the hilt in her. The driver said nothing as he drove on, ignoring what was going on. Digging her nails into the cheap seats she hissed as he yanked her back into a rough thrust. With her skirt pushed up and her panties to one side she was casually fucking on her way to her dads. The guy was young and dumb, Eliza had no doubt he was clean of any nasty stds and he had a condom on. While he pumped away into her she had already found his wallet and had it in her purse.\n\nNow she shoved back at him, trying to get off once quick as she reached back and yanked Gary or whatever his name was shirt to get his attention.\n“Harder.” she commanded and the boy obeyed, humping at her with more fever as she gasped and felt a nice climax coming on.\n\nGetting out of the car she gave a half hearted wave as they drove off, the boy paying for her cab ride without even realizing it. Crossing the street in her knee high boots with heels she walked briskly, her bag over her shoulder. At the bus stop Eliza had seen the boy taking money out from a debit machine and now she stood in front of one, taking a couple hundred out or his account. The trick was never to be too greedy, small amounts meant the cops would not make it a high priority. Putting the money in her pocket and the wallet in her bag she hefted it over and started down the street with her cell phone at her ear.\n\n“Hey,” she announced when her father’s voice answered the phone. “I’m down town and I need a ride, come pick me up in front of the main park with the freaky statue.” Speaking quickly she hung up before he could get a word in, knowing he would come, he always did.\n\nShe was a way from the place and he would be there before she was, with a high skirt and tight top she started to walk, checking out the shops as she went."
},
{
"from": "Carlcjjohnson",
"from-alternative": "User0",
"index": 4,
"timestamp": "2009-03-11T04:04:08",
"value": "Michael stared impatiently at the red light, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel as he waited for it to change. When it did, he took off quickly, heading for the centre of town.\n\nThe park with the 'freaky' statue of one of the pilgrim forefathers of the area loomed in front of him. Michael drew to a halt slightly beyond the main gate, glancing around his position, unable to see Eliza. He contemplated calling her before realising that he didn't have her cell number. He looked on with dismay at the word 'Witheld' on the screen of his phone as it glared back at him, detailing the last person who called him.\n\nHe chose to sit tight, trusting that Eliza would be true to her word, even though she hadn't been exactly punctual thus far."
},
{
"from": "VelvetMutt",
"from-alternative": "User1",
"index": 5,
"timestamp": "2009-03-11T04:13:06",
"value": "Eventually she found her way to the centre eventually and she located her father's car quickly. Walking up to it she opened the back door and without a word threw her bag in. Getting into the front seat she slid in easily, not caring if her skirt rode up a little. Eliza stunk of sex still but the teenager could not care less. Sinking into the seat she glanced sidelong at her father from behind her sunglasses.\n\n\"Where do you live now? same place?\" it was a less then welcoming greeting but it got straight to the point and also underlined that she was ready to go, not sit there parked. Looking out the window she sat up a touch and her skirt rode more, the top of her stocking and the end of her garter belt peeking out. Eliza had changed, stopping in at a shop and shoplifting cute lacy panties and a matching bra while buying a short black skirt and matching top the was low cut and showered her ample cleavage."
},
{
"from": "Carlcjjohnson",
"from-alternative": "User0",
"index": 6,
"timestamp": "2009-03-11T04:17:42",
"value": "Taken aback by her sudden appearance, Michael initially failed to muster up a response to the forward, snappy comments that his daughter was making next to him.\n\n\"Hi,\" he started, looking her over. From behind her sunglasses, she still noticed that her father's gaze lingered a little too long on the cleavage that she was showing off.\n\nMichael came to his senses, realising that he had been asked a question.\n\n\"Yeah, same place,\" he replied finally. \"Got the spare room all made up for you\" he said with a smile as he pulled out onto the road and began driving away from the centre of town and back towards his house.\n\n\"How . . . how've you been?\" he asked awkwardly, his eye flicking to his right, catching a glimpse of the two mounds beneath her top."
},
{
"from": "VelvetMutt",
"from-alternative": "User1",
"index": 7,
"timestamp": "2009-03-11T04:43:14",
"value": "\"Me or my tits?\" she shot back and then frowned at her own words. Sighing she sank into the seat and let her legs spread into a more comfortable position. So used to it she thought nothing of the fact that her skirt was riding gloriously high and her new lacy panties where peeking out.\n\n\"Sorry. Mom and her man are coming down hard so I've been bitchy lately, thanks for letting me stop over here.\" as she spoke she looked out the window and watched the streets go by, her bracelets jangling as she tapped her fingers to the low music coming from the radio.\n\n\"I'm the same really, reject of my mother’s eye and kicked from college again. They expected me to take more ridiculous classes that have nothing to do with business major.\" Making small talk Eliza spun out the latest happenings of her life, making sure to twist them sympathetically to her side for him to eat up.\n\nThe fact her father was eyeing her up did not bother her, in fact it made her smirk as she thought of how pissed her mom would be. Imagine how mad she would be if Eliza fucked her own father. But things like that seldom happened so she settled on teasing him while pleaded her story to sound as if she was strapped for cash.\n\nPulling her skirt up she fiddled with her garter belt strap, her arms pushing her breast together as she tugged at the fabric of her stocking."
},
{
"from": "Carlcjjohnson",
"from-alternative": "User0",
"index": 8,
"timestamp": "2009-03-11T04:53:29",
"value": "Michael was stunned into silence by her initial comment. He felt his cheeks become as red as the traffic light which was once again staring him down on the return journey.\n\nHe listened to her various woes, uttering the occasional sympathetic noise in her favour, all the while keeping his eyes on the road, thus rendering much of the careful 'positioning' of her skirt useless.\n\nAfter this had gone on for about 10 minutes, Michael broke the silence with a typical \"Here we are\", signifying that they had arrived home. He stepped out of the car quickly, taking a few seconds to calm himself, trying to extinguish any tightness that might be bubbling up in his pants. He shook the cobwebs clean from his head and grabbed her bag from the back before leading her inside the house."
},
{
"from": "VelvetMutt",
"from-alternative": "User1",
"index": 9,
"timestamp": "2009-03-11T05:19:17",
"value": "Eliza dully followed suit, not bothered by her father’s refusal to take a peek, some went for it some did not. Following him she checked out the street, quiet but somewhat run down. Lots of family seemed jammed into the small places, she doubt he was paying much for it.\n\nThe young girl noted someone sitting on the concrete steps in front of the next house. A girl around her own age, looking utterly horrid in lose floppy clothing a bad haircut. There was a book clutched in her hands as she looked up and noticed Eliza through ugly glasses. Immediately the trendy female flashed her a soft warm smile and little wave. The stranger looked surprised by shyly smiled back and nodded her head. Eliza smirked as she entered the door way, girls like that where perfect for luring into some whoring. Cleaning her up in a few days, Eliza could get some quick cash if she and the girl went down and sold themselves.\n\nThe house was as bad as the outside but Eliza had seen worst as she walked around, trying to remember if she had ever been there before or if it was a different place.\n\n“Still a cop?” she asked her father mildly as she looked around wondering how to broach getting some decent supper."
},
{
"from": "Carlcjjohnson",
"from-alternative": "User0",
"index": 10,
"timestamp": "2009-03-12T02:48:51",
"value": "\"Yeah, I'm still on the force,\" Michael replied slowly, tapping his pocket out of habit, feeling the outline of his badge through the fabric.\n\n\"Make yourself at home anyway\" he said awkwardly, feeling his face go red again. It had happened, the familiar air of awkwardness between the two of them was present in the room. Eliza barely seemed to notice it, but her father wasn't taking it quite so well.\n\nMichael went about tidying up, pondering what he should say or do to ease the tension. \"You know which room is yours, yeah? Same as before\" he said, trailing off, the attempt at small-talk ending in mere seconds before fading, plunging the two back into that awkward silence."
}
] |
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"from": "human",
"value": "(\nName: Michael Kerry\nAge: 48\nOccupation: Police Officer\nFather to X, Michael has been divorced from his wife for over 11 years.\nHis job as a policeman initially provided quite a decent lifestyle for his family, but upon separating from his wife, subsequent alimony payments saw him downgrading his house, his car and whatnot, despite the fact that his ex has since remarried, providing his daughter with a wealthy stepfather.\nMichael is married to his work. If the need arises, he gains satisfaction and human interaction from hookers he busts on the street and strippers from the local clubs dotted around the city. He's developed quite a submissive personality as a result, particularly in a financial context, as giving obscene amounts of money to women who don't care for him seems rather trivial.\nHe rarely sees his daughter, and when he does, she usually just wants more money to support her rebellious lifestyle. The whole experience usually represents a painful reminder of how little time they spend together."
},
{
"from": "gpt",
"value": "(\nEliza is an eighteen year old raised by babysitters and live in nannies. Holding a lot of anger because her parents where never there for her she is a rebellious terror.\nEliza will go out of her way to make trouble for her mother and stepfather whom she lives with. Between letting people take nude photos of her and post them online and sucking her step father off, her mother is furious and Eliza has decided to take off for a while, knowing she wasn't going to welcomed for a while.\nTravelling to where her dad lives she intends to find a place to crash with him and get some free money if possible."
},
{
"from": "human",
"value": "Michael paced awkwardly around the living room, repeatedly checking his watch. It had just struck 2.15PM, he rubbed his forehead, clearly tired.\nEliza had called him out of the blue the day before, saying that she was passing through on the way to meet a few friends out of town and that she'd be stopping by for a few days on her way - that was all.\nHis daughter barely spoke to her, so he didn't really expect the greatest level of detail. Nonetheless, her claim that she'd arrive sometime in the morning had clearly turned out to be a false one. If Michael had any real insight into the lifestyle his daughter had recently been living he'd be worried. But as it was, he was just making sure that his dank little 2-bedroom bungalow was tidy and ready for a visitor.\nMichael sat in the living room, turning on the TV to watch the news, hoping to take his mind off things. He wasn't exactly *excited* to see Eliza, more apprehensive about what he might say to her. Before yesterday's call it had been almost a year since he'd even spoken to her, after all."
},
{
"from": "gpt",
"value": "Eliza grunted as she was bent over in a taxi, gripping the seat she said nothing as the guy from the bus kept shoving away, buried to the hilt in her. The driver said nothing as he drove on, ignoring what was going on. Digging her nails into the cheap seats she hissed as he yanked her back into a rough thrust. With her skirt pushed up and her panties to one side she was casually fucking on her way to her dads. The guy was young and dumb, Eliza had no doubt he was clean of any nasty stds and he had a condom on. While he pumped away into her she had already found his wallet and had it in her purse.\nNow she shoved back at him, trying to get off once quick as she reached back and yanked Gary or whatever his name was shirt to get his attention.\n\"Harder.\" she commanded and the boy obeyed, humping at her with more fever as she gasped and felt a nice climax coming on.\nGetting out of the car she gave a half hearted wave as they drove off, the boy paying for her cab ride without even realizing it. Crossing the street in her knee high boots with heels she walked briskly, her bag over her shoulder. At the bus stop Eliza had seen the boy taking money out from a debit machine and now she stood in front of one, taking a couple hundred out or his account. The trick was never to be too greedy, small amounts meant the cops would not make it a high priority. Putting the money in her pocket and the wallet in her bag she hefted it over and started down the street with her cell phone at her ear.\n\"Hey,\" she announced when her father's voice answered the phone. \"I'm down town and I need a ride, come pick me up in front of the main park with the freaky statue.\" Speaking quickly she hung up before he could get a word in, knowing he would come, he always did.\nShe was a way from the place and he would be there before she was, with a high skirt and tight top she started to walk, checking out the shops as she went."
},
{
"from": "human",
"value": "Michael stared impatiently at the red light, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel as he waited for it to change. When it did, he took off quickly, heading for the centre of town.\nThe park with the 'freaky' statue of one of the pilgrim forefathers of the area loomed in front of him. Michael drew to a halt slightly beyond the main gate, glancing around his position, unable to see Eliza. He contemplated calling her before realising that he didn't have her cell number. He looked on with dismay at the word 'Witheld' on the screen of his phone as it glared back at him, detailing the last person who called him.\nHe chose to sit tight, trusting that Eliza would be true to her word, even though she hadn't been exactly punctual thus far."
},
{
"from": "gpt",
"value": "Eventually she found her way to the centre eventually and she located her father's car quickly. Walking up to it she opened the back door and without a word threw her bag in. Getting into the front seat she slid in easily, not caring if her skirt rode up a little. Eliza stunk of sex still but the teenager could not care less. Sinking into the seat she glanced sidelong at her father from behind her sunglasses.\n\"Where do you live now? same place?\" it was a less then welcoming greeting but it got straight to the point and also underlined that she was ready to go, not sit there parked. Looking out the window she sat up a touch and her skirt rode more, the top of her stocking and the end of her garter belt peeking out. Eliza had changed, stopping in at a shop and shoplifting cute lacy panties and a matching bra while buying a short black skirt and matching top the was low cut and showered her ample cleavage."
},
{
"from": "human",
"value": "Taken aback by her sudden appearance, Michael initially failed to muster up a response to the forward, snappy comments that his daughter was making next to him.\n\"Hi,\" he started, looking her over. From behind her sunglasses, she still noticed that her father's gaze lingered a little too long on the cleavage that she was showing off.\nMichael came to his senses, realising that he had been asked a question.\n\"Yeah, same place,\" he replied finally. \"Got the spare room all made up for you\" he said with a smile as he pulled out onto the road and began driving away from the centre of town and back towards his house.\n\"How . . . how've you been?\" he asked awkwardly, his eye flicking to his right, catching a glimpse of the two mounds beneath her top."
},
{
"from": "gpt",
"value": "\"Me or my tits?\" she shot back and then frowned at her own words. Sighing she sank into the seat and let her legs spread into a more comfortable position. So used to it she thought nothing of the fact that her skirt was riding gloriously high and her new lacy panties where peeking out.\n\"Sorry. Mom and her man are coming down hard so I've been bitchy lately, thanks for letting me stop over here.\" as she spoke she looked out the window and watched the streets go by, her bracelets jangling as she tapped her fingers to the low music coming from the radio.\n\"I'm the same really, reject of my mother's eye and kicked from college again. They expected me to take more ridiculous classes that have nothing to do with business major.\" Making small talk Eliza spun out the latest happenings of her life, making sure to twist them sympathetically to her side for him to eat up.\nThe fact her father was eyeing her up did not bother her, in fact it made her smirk as she thought of how pissed her mom would be. Imagine how mad she would be if Eliza fucked her own father. But things like that seldom happened so she settled on teasing him while pleaded her story to sound as if she was strapped for cash.\nPulling her skirt up she fiddled with her garter belt strap, her arms pushing her breast together as she tugged at the fabric of her stocking."
},
{
"from": "human",
"value": "Michael was stunned into silence by her initial comment. He felt his cheeks become as red as the traffic light which was once again staring him down on the return journey.\nHe listened to her various woes, uttering the occasional sympathetic noise in her favour, all the while keeping his eyes on the road, thus rendering much of the careful 'positioning' of her skirt useless.\nAfter this had gone on for about 10 minutes, Michael broke the silence with a typical \"Here we are\", signifying that they had arrived home. He stepped out of the car quickly, taking a few seconds to calm himself, trying to extinguish any tightness that might be bubbling up in his pants. He shook the cobwebs clean from his head and grabbed her bag from the back before leading her inside the house."
},
{
"from": "gpt",
"value": "Eliza dully followed suit, not bothered by her father's refusal to take a peek, some went for it some did not. Following him she checked out the street, quiet but somewhat run down. Lots of family seemed jammed into the small places, she doubt he was paying much for it.\nThe young girl noted someone sitting on the concrete steps in front of the next house. A girl around her own age, looking utterly horrid in lose floppy clothing a bad haircut. There was a book clutched in her hands as she looked up and noticed Eliza through ugly glasses. Immediately the trendy female flashed her a soft warm smile and little wave. The stranger looked surprised by shyly smiled back and nodded her head. Eliza smirked as she entered the door way, girls like that where perfect for luring into some whoring. Cleaning her up in a few days, Eliza could get some quick cash if she and the girl went down and sold themselves.\nThe house was as bad as the outside but Eliza had seen worst as she walked around, trying to remember if she had ever been there before or if it was a different place.\n\"Still a cop?\" she asked her father mildly as she looked around wondering how to broach getting some decent supper."
},
{
"from": "human",
"value": "\"Yeah, I'm still on the force,\" Michael replied slowly, tapping his pocket out of habit, feeling the outline of his badge through the fabric.\n\"Make yourself at home anyway\" he said awkwardly, feeling his face go red again. It had happened, the familiar air of awkwardness between the two of them was present in the room. Eliza barely seemed to notice it, but her father wasn't taking it quite so well.\nMichael went about tidying up, pondering what he should say or do to ease the tension. \"You know which room is yours, yeah? Same as before\" he said, trailing off, the attempt at small-talk ending in mere seconds before fading, plunging the two back into that awkward silence."
}
] |
348,384 | 2023-01-21T04:37:20 |
Small Adventures in Waterdeep - Tucker & Sarkat
| 14 |
Noncon: Exotic-Freeform Solos
| 2 | 13 | 2,419 | 169 |
[
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"from": "FoxgirlJay",
"from-alternative": "User0",
"index": 0,
"timestamp": "2023-01-21T04:37:20",
"value": "(https://i.imgur.com/xrA9gHm.png)\n\nAn evening like any other. Sarkat hard at work performing downstairs to earn the room's rent for her and Tucker's shared place. Her bunny buddy struggled with money, but only just a little more-so than her, and his company more than made up for it. For all the effort dancing and flaunting her stuff on stage late at night, the coin Sarkat was taking home tonight was disappointed. It was enough for food and their room, but precious little else. A good chunk of her tips had come in the form of drinks and shots, so the goblin was a bit drunk stumbling her way up the stairs, and to her room. Slipping in with her key and stepping in, Sarkat calls out \"Heya' Tucker?\" And checking if he was around right now. Then huffing and kicking off her shoes."
},
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"from": "Ershin",
"from-alternative": "User1",
"index": 1,
"timestamp": "2023-01-21T16:08:01",
"value": "(https://i.imgur.com/SvVcR13.png)\n\nThe aforementioned bunny buddy was currently sitting on the floor of the room, cross legged and working on repairing the mechanism of a lock, originally having been part of a door that a rowdy guest from the inn had broken. Thankfully it wasn't from Sarkat's door as evidenced by the fact the key had still worked for the tipsy goblin, but he was getting coin for fixing it regardless of how much of a pain all the fiddly, interlocking bits were to repair or replace. Tucker seemed more awake now than he usually did, the rabbit usually found with drooping eyes, slumped over or leaning on something, but right now when he was actually working on something more than mending a barstool or a hole in the wall he was practically bright-eyed and bushy-tailed.\n\nLooking up he saw familiar blue-tinted hair and smattering of piercings on a familiar goblin gal's features. Even though they tended to spend a lot of time together, be it sharing a room (in which a lot more of bits and pieces from the inn had started to accumulate to be fixed up) he was always glad to see her come back when he was cooped up doing odd jobs.\n\"Yo Kat,\" he responded as he took his eyes off his work, his right foot tapping slightly, \"Good performance tonight?\""
},
{
"from": "FoxgirlJay",
"from-alternative": "User0",
"index": 2,
"timestamp": "2023-01-21T16:24:24",
"value": "(https://i.imgur.com/xrA9gHm.png)\n\nGiving another huffy sigh, taking a few unsteady steps towards Tucker. \"It was alright, I guess! Didn't wanna hear any stories, the crowds just wanna see me dance n' bounce and jiggle up on the stage!\" Sarkat plops her butt down beside him on the floor, then spills out the coins she'd collected in a little pouch. \"Least it pays... Whatcha' working on Tuck?\" Sarkat quirked a brow, looking at all the delicate little tools and fiddly little metal bits on the floor, now sharing space with the handful of coins she'd dumped. Then looking up at his face and spying a pretty unusual sight for the bun. He seemed wide awake and eager, his ears were even pointed straight up! \"Seems yer in bright spirits,\" Sarkat mused grabbing one of the tiny little important pieces to inspect it herself with her undiscerning eye."
},
{
"from": "Ershin",
"from-alternative": "User1",
"index": 3,
"timestamp": "2023-01-21T16:48:55",
"value": "(https://i.imgur.com/SvVcR13.png)\n\n\"Well you do bounce and jiggle real nice,\" he said, unconcerned about the emerald-eyed girl holding onto one of the more delicate components, some of which had mixed in with various bits of currency, \"and you know I'm more'n willing to listen to your stories even if the crowd don't\". It was best not to flip your lid over someone doing that since nine times out of ten they mean no harm and won't cause any damage Tucker couldn't fix with a hammer and file. Mostly the hammer if he had to admit it to someone. He sidled up a little closer to the slightly taller goblin, shoulder-to shoulder and butt-to-butt showing her what she was working on.\n\"Remember a couple days ago when young Winkle's room got barged into? The manager wants to be able to rent the room out again since it'd finally been cleaned up and the guard had stopped poking at it but the lock's still busted,\" the bunny explained holding up half of a doorknob with a mechanism sticking out of it, he liked it when people asked him what he was working on, \"So I'm getting a bit of coin for making sure it locks again.\" He demonstrataed by putting a key into it which currently refused to turn. \"It'd be better if I knew how they actually worked but I'm sure I'll get there eventually.\""
},
{
"from": "FoxgirlJay",
"from-alternative": "User0",
"index": 4,
"timestamp": "2023-01-21T17:20:33",
"value": "(https://i.imgur.com/xrA9gHm.png)\n\nSarkat put the piece down when she couldn't make head nor tail of the thing. Instead giving Tucker a little side-hug and a smile for his horny and kind words. \"Oh yeah, that thing,\" Sarkat nodded her head along to his story about the doorknob. \"Wonder if they ever caught who did it...\" Sarkat mumbled, once again looking at some complex mechanisms that she knew nothing about. Tilting her head from side to side as if a different perspective would help her figure it out. The quick little bounces had her green tits bouncing too, black top valiantly holding on for dear life. \"I'm sure you can figure it out! You're like, the smartest person I know! Well. Idunno, might be tied with Bel, she's got almost as much brains as she's got boobs.\" Then, trying to give him a reassuring smile, and a hand fluffing his hair at the spot between his ears. \"Need some quiet alone time to work?\" Sarkat asked him."
},
{
"from": "Ershin",
"from-alternative": "User1",
"index": 5,
"timestamp": "2023-01-22T01:17:04",
"value": "(https://i.imgur.com/SvVcR13.png)\n\n\"Nah it's fine,\" the Harengon said as he leaned his head into the fluffing, the feeling of her hand caressing him going to his head as much as the compliment of him being one of the smarter people Sarkat knew. \"I could say something similar about you being the bustiest person I know tied with Bel, she's got almost as much boobs as she's got brains\" he mumbled as he went further down, a cheeky grin on his face. The bunny now resting on a soft, jiggly green bust, letting the steel he was working on drop amongst the thingamajigs and coins that littered their shared floor, his now free hand moving onto the goblin's waist, sneaking up towards that hint of a green underboob from that barely-covering top she'd worn this evening. Her dress was lovely, but this more casual outfit was his favourite on her, \"I think I've lost my motivation for now anyway, I've been working on this for an hour now and I'm in need of a break.\""
},
{
"from": "FoxgirlJay",
"from-alternative": "User0",
"index": 6,
"timestamp": "2023-01-22T01:35:24",
"value": "(https://i.imgur.com/xrA9gHm.png)\n\nHer hand rubbing his head gives him a little help resting his face on her breast, welcoming him in to its pillowy softness. The goblin giggles at the feel of his soft fluffy hand stroking up her waist and to her exposed underboob. Very little besides prayers were keeping her bosom inside. \"Uhuh? You thinkin' about the same kinda' break I'm thinkin?\" Wiggling her eyebrows, the piercings going a little dance with them. Grinning and sneaking a hand over as well, giving a little rub up along one of his thighs on the short trip it takes to his waistband. \"Cause I'm thinkin' about that big bunnyboy dick ya got stashed away somewheres in those pants~\" her voice going low and sultry, almost a moan. Twirling a finger around the groin of his pants. Briefly, before she tried to tug them down by the waist."
},
{
"from": "Ershin",
"from-alternative": "User1",
"index": 7,
"timestamp": "2023-01-22T18:38:01",
"value": "(https://i.imgur.com/SvVcR13.png)\n\nTucker could feel the blood rushing to his organ almost as soon as he felt even the smallest of pressure from the goblin's green fingertips on his groin, his head lifting from its soft pillow to lick and kiss at his roomie's neck. A groping hand soon found its way under her top, taking its rightful place on her enormous, jiggling mound, thumb eventually finding its way to a familiar nipple as he felt a tug at his waistband. He made no efford to stop her, but instead raised himself up slightly to allow the material a better angle to be taken down, offering a little help with his free hand at the deed.\n\"I was,\" he said between kisses, \"thinking of\" <sup>kiss </sup>\"a story, \" <sub>smooch</sub>, \"but that thought,\" <sup>a lap of the tongue, </sup>\"is good too,\" any effort in sarcasm was likely lost in the short spurts of speech to make what passed for a sentence as his member was finally freed from it confines, popping out as though coiled on a spring and ready for action amongst the collection of steel and gold. He loved when she did that voice, if she kept it up for too long he'd often thought he'd be liable to pop his cork just from that and right now it was making him forget all the work he'd strewn about the place... well, almost.\n\"Bed?\" he questioned."
},
{
"from": "FoxgirlJay",
"from-alternative": "User0",
"index": 8,
"timestamp": "2023-01-22T19:26:27",
"value": "(https://i.imgur.com/xrA9gHm.png)\n\nThe delightful little neck-kisses and licks had the goblin squirming with glee and barely restrained ticklish-giggles. \"W-well, you can help me with nnhf, reference material! For my next story!\" Sarkat managed to get out with only a few little moans, and her voice rising in pitch. Sarkat's hand tried to wrap around Tucker's shaft, as she gave it a few strokes focusing on the underside of it. Then, she nodded at his question. \"Bed! Don't wanna mess your stuff up rolling around and gettin' it all sticky!\" Sarkat laughed. She pulled away, just an inch or two, enough to pull her top off over her head, finally freeing her giant emerald orbs. Both darker-green nipples were looking aroused, stiff around the golden piercing on each. Though she was only a little bigger than the bun heightwise, Sarkat could still pick him up with relative ease. Hefting Tucker up in what's commonly known as a Princess Carry, the elegant name not nearly naughty enough. Not with how Tucker's rod slipped in snugly between her tits.\n\nThe short trip over to their bed had them jiggling up and down against his cock. Sarkat laid him down on the bed, and without his meat leaving her cleavage, she got on with him. Pushing her tits together with her hands, bouncing and boinging them to massage Tucker. Then, giving Tucker some smooches and licks of her own, Sarkat moaning as she savoured the feel and taste of it on her lips and tongue."
},
{
"from": "Ershin",
"from-alternative": "User1",
"index": 9,
"timestamp": "2023-01-23T01:37:34",
"value": "(https://i.imgur.com/SvVcR13.png)\n\nTo say the bunny was a little surprised as suddenly being scooped up in Sarkat's arms and his cock buried deep between her soft mounds was an understatement, the treatment he was getting with the feeling of his rod being between those hefty, heavenly orbs topped with gold, not to mention the feeling of her mouth and the heat of her breath against the tip... he was already biting his lower lip to try and hold on, he wouldn't let himself down this soon, wouldn't be fair to the beauty who'd brought him to bed, getting her all sticky instead of his compnents was the plan but he didn't want it to be right away. Still, he couldn't keep full composure, his hips rising to meet the fall of her tits.\n\nTucker's back pressed down on the soft bed below them, all the better for taking in the view of the heavily pierced Goblin girl, his long, white ears drooping back in a subconscious sign that he wasn't on alert picked up over many generations of Harengon as his legs hooked around the small of her back. He couldn't remember when the pair had progressed from room mates due to their shared lack of funding to this but he was always glad it had.\n\"F-fuck you must be horny tonight,\" he said, the irony not lost on him considering how hard he was at that moment"
},
{
"from": "FoxgirlJay",
"from-alternative": "User0",
"index": 10,
"timestamp": "2023-01-23T04:42:50",
"value": "(https://i.imgur.com/xrA9gHm.png)\n\nThough it wasn't a traditionally erogenous zone, Sarkat was the sort of girl that loved sucking on cock. A girthy, throbbing rod between her lips and stuffing her mouth could get her soaked, bonus points if it was fucking her throat too. \"Really horny! And it's mostly your fault, you yummy bunny you~.\" Sarkat finished with one more kiss to his tip, then wrapped her lips around the head of Tucker's cock. Though he was short in stature like her, it was still a lot of cock, making her cheeks puff out a bit from how it filled her mouth. Her tongue was cupped around the underside of his shaft, rubbing back and forth. Hungrily sucking on the shaft, the sounds from her mouth broken occasionally by the goblins moans and the gentle plap-plapping of her tits and his hips clapping together. Her head bobs down on his cock when her tits are bouncing up, working in to a steady rhythm while her butt wiggles merrily behind her."
},
{
"from": "Ershin",
"from-alternative": "User1",
"index": 11,
"timestamp": "2023-01-26T02:16:56",
"value": "(https://i.imgur.com/SvVcR13.png)\n\nThe girth in the goblin's puckered lips however was most definitely an erogenous zone. The bunny didn't want his gal pal to have to do all of the work despite how divine her tongue felt on his shaft - he'd improved quite a bit since their first encounter together however, with Tucker originally not having lasted much time at all within the gorgeous green mouth. He sat up slowly, his legs moving so that his toes caught the hem of her shorts, hands moving to either side of her head, just above her ears, as he grinned down at her like a cheshire cat.\n\"Hey Kat,\" he said softly leaning over to plant a kiss on the top of her head, hips grinding against the soft flesh still wrapped around him, \"Wanna see how deep you can take it without your boobs in the way?\" he asked. While he <em>really</em> liked Sarkat's tits he also really needed to pound her throat at that moment"
},
{
"from": "FoxgirlJay",
"from-alternative": "User0",
"index": 12,
"timestamp": "2023-01-26T02:41:17",
"value": "(https://i.imgur.com/xrA9gHm.png)\n\nHis hands on her head broke the rhythm of her hungry sucking and jiggly titfucking. Her big blue eyes looked up at his, liking the naughty look that was spreading across his cheeks. The kiss sure was sweet, but the words out of that bunny's mouth were even sweeter. \"Mhmhf! Ffmmh mh mff hn fhrt!\" She urged, her horny look and eager nodding perhaps making up for the illegibly muffled words that came from her cock-stuffed mouth. Keeping the tip inside her lips, Sarkat shimmed down to a lower position, his dick no longer embraced by her green pillows. Instead they were squished beneath her body as she adopted a more laid-down pose. Not needing her hands on her breasts any more, Sarkat used them to shimmy her shorts off her big butt."
}
] |
[
{
"from": "human",
"value": "(\nAn evening like any other. Sarkat hard at work performing downstairs to earn the room's rent for her and Tucker's shared place. Her bunny buddy struggled with money, but only just a little more-so than her, and his company more than made up for it. For all the effort dancing and flaunting her stuff on stage late at night, the coin Sarkat was taking home tonight was disappointed. It was enough for food and their room, but precious little else. A good chunk of her tips had come in the form of drinks and shots, so the goblin was a bit drunk stumbling her way up the stairs, and to her room. Slipping in with her key and stepping in, Sarkat calls out \"Heya' Tucker?\" And checking if he was around right now. Then huffing and kicking off her shoes."
},
{
"from": "gpt",
"value": "(\nThe aforementioned bunny buddy was currently sitting on the floor of the room, cross legged and working on repairing the mechanism of a lock, originally having been part of a door that a rowdy guest from the inn had broken. Thankfully it wasn't from Sarkat's door as evidenced by the fact the key had still worked for the tipsy goblin, but he was getting coin for fixing it regardless of how much of a pain all the fiddly, interlocking bits were to repair or replace. Tucker seemed more awake now than he usually did, the rabbit usually found with drooping eyes, slumped over or leaning on something, but right now when he was actually working on something more than mending a barstool or a hole in the wall he was practically bright-eyed and bushy-tailed.\nLooking up he saw familiar blue-tinted hair and smattering of piercings on a familiar goblin gal's features. Even though they tended to spend a lot of time together, be it sharing a room (in which a lot more of bits and pieces from the inn had started to accumulate to be fixed up) he was always glad to see her come back when he was cooped up doing odd jobs.\n\"Yo Kat,\" he responded as he took his eyes off his work, his right foot tapping slightly, \"Good performance tonight?\""
},
{
"from": "human",
"value": "(\nGiving another huffy sigh, taking a few unsteady steps towards Tucker. \"It was alright, I guess! Didn't wanna hear any stories, the crowds just wanna see me dance n' bounce and jiggle up on the stage!\" Sarkat plops her butt down beside him on the floor, then spills out the coins she'd collected in a little pouch. \"Least it pays... Whatcha' working on Tuck?\" Sarkat quirked a brow, looking at all the delicate little tools and fiddly little metal bits on the floor, now sharing space with the handful of coins she'd dumped. Then looking up at his face and spying a pretty unusual sight for the bun. He seemed wide awake and eager, his ears were even pointed straight up! \"Seems yer in bright spirits,\" Sarkat mused grabbing one of the tiny little important pieces to inspect it herself with her undiscerning eye."
},
{
"from": "gpt",
"value": "(\n\"Well you do bounce and jiggle real nice,\" he said, unconcerned about the emerald-eyed girl holding onto one of the more delicate components, some of which had mixed in with various bits of currency, \"and you know I'm more'n willing to listen to your stories even if the crowd don't\". It was best not to flip your lid over someone doing that since nine times out of ten they mean no harm and won't cause any damage Tucker couldn't fix with a hammer and file. Mostly the hammer if he had to admit it to someone. He sidled up a little closer to the slightly taller goblin, shoulder-to shoulder and butt-to-butt showing her what she was working on.\n\"Remember a couple days ago when young Winkle's room got barged into? The manager wants to be able to rent the room out again since it'd finally been cleaned up and the guard had stopped poking at it but the lock's still busted,\" the bunny explained holding up half of a doorknob with a mechanism sticking out of it, he liked it when people asked him what he was working on, \"So I'm getting a bit of coin for making sure it locks again.\" He demonstrataed by putting a key into it which currently refused to turn. \"It'd be better if I knew how they actually worked but I'm sure I'll get there eventually.\""
},
{
"from": "human",
"value": "(\nSarkat put the piece down when she couldn't make head nor tail of the thing. Instead giving Tucker a little side-hug and a smile for his horny and kind words. \"Oh yeah, that thing,\" Sarkat nodded her head along to his story about the doorknob. \"Wonder if they ever caught who did it...\" Sarkat mumbled, once again looking at some complex mechanisms that she knew nothing about. Tilting her head from side to side as if a different perspective would help her figure it out. The quick little bounces had her green tits bouncing too, black top valiantly holding on for dear life. \"I'm sure you can figure it out! You're like, the smartest person I know! Well. Idunno, might be tied with Bel, she's got almost as much brains as she's got boobs.\" Then, trying to give him a reassuring smile, and a hand fluffing his hair at the spot between his ears. \"Need some quiet alone time to work?\" Sarkat asked him."
},
{
"from": "gpt",
"value": "(\n\"Nah it's fine,\" the Harengon said as he leaned his head into the fluffing, the feeling of her hand caressing him going to his head as much as the compliment of him being one of the smarter people Sarkat knew. \"I could say something similar about you being the bustiest person I know tied with Bel, she's got almost as much boobs as she's got brains\" he mumbled as he went further down, a cheeky grin on his face. The bunny now resting on a soft, jiggly green bust, letting the steel he was working on drop amongst the thingamajigs and coins that littered their shared floor, his now free hand moving onto the goblin's waist, sneaking up towards that hint of a green underboob from that barely-covering top she'd worn this evening. Her dress was lovely, but this more casual outfit was his favourite on her, \"I think I've lost my motivation for now anyway, I've been working on this for an hour now and I'm in need of a break.\""
},
{
"from": "human",
"value": "(\nHer hand rubbing his head gives him a little help resting his face on her breast, welcoming him in to its pillowy softness. The goblin giggles at the feel of his soft fluffy hand stroking up her waist and to her exposed underboob. Very little besides prayers were keeping her bosom inside. \"Uhuh? You thinkin' about the same kinda' break I'm thinkin?\" Wiggling her eyebrows, the piercings going a little dance with them. Grinning and sneaking a hand over as well, giving a little rub up along one of his thighs on the short trip it takes to his waistband. \"Cause I'm thinkin' about that big bunnyboy dick ya got stashed away somewheres in those pants~\" her voice going low and sultry, almost a moan. Twirling a finger around the groin of his pants. Briefly, before she tried to tug them down by the waist."
},
{
"from": "gpt",
"value": "(\nTucker could feel the blood rushing to his organ almost as soon as he felt even the smallest of pressure from the goblin's green fingertips on his groin, his head lifting from its soft pillow to lick and kiss at his roomie's neck. A groping hand soon found its way under her top, taking its rightful place on her enormous, jiggling mound, thumb eventually finding its way to a familiar nipple as he felt a tug at his waistband. He made no efford to stop her, but instead raised himself up slightly to allow the material a better angle to be taken down, offering a little help with his free hand at the deed.\n\"I was,\" he said between kisses, \"thinking of\" kiss \"a story, \" smooch, \"but that thought,\" a lap of the tongue, \"is good too,\" any effort in sarcasm was likely lost in the short spurts of speech to make what passed for a sentence as his member was finally freed from it confines, popping out as though coiled on a spring and ready for action amongst the collection of steel and gold. He loved when she did that voice, if she kept it up for too long he'd often thought he'd be liable to pop his cork just from that and right now it was making him forget all the work he'd strewn about the place... well, almost.\n\"Bed?\" he questioned."
},
{
"from": "human",
"value": "(\nThe delightful little neck-kisses and licks had the goblin squirming with glee and barely restrained ticklish-giggles. \"W-well, you can help me with nnhf, reference material! For my next story!\" Sarkat managed to get out with only a few little moans, and her voice rising in pitch. Sarkat's hand tried to wrap around Tucker's shaft, as she gave it a few strokes focusing on the underside of it. Then, she nodded at his question. \"Bed! Don't wanna mess your stuff up rolling around and gettin' it all sticky!\" Sarkat laughed. She pulled away, just an inch or two, enough to pull her top off over her head, finally freeing her giant emerald orbs. Both darker-green nipples were looking aroused, stiff around the golden piercing on each. Though she was only a little bigger than the bun heightwise, Sarkat could still pick him up with relative ease. Hefting Tucker up in what's commonly known as a Princess Carry, the elegant name not nearly naughty enough. Not with how Tucker's rod slipped in snugly between her tits.\nThe short trip over to their bed had them jiggling up and down against his cock. Sarkat laid him down on the bed, and without his meat leaving her cleavage, she got on with him. Pushing her tits together with her hands, bouncing and boinging them to massage Tucker. Then, giving Tucker some smooches and licks of her own, Sarkat moaning as she savoured the feel and taste of it on her lips and tongue."
},
{
"from": "gpt",
"value": "(\nTo say the bunny was a little surprised as suddenly being scooped up in Sarkat's arms and his cock buried deep between her soft mounds was an understatement, the treatment he was getting with the feeling of his rod being between those hefty, heavenly orbs topped with gold, not to mention the feeling of her mouth and the heat of her breath against the tip... he was already biting his lower lip to try and hold on, he wouldn't let himself down this soon, wouldn't be fair to the beauty who'd brought him to bed, getting her all sticky instead of his compnents was the plan but he didn't want it to be right away. Still, he couldn't keep full composure, his hips rising to meet the fall of her tits.\nTucker's back pressed down on the soft bed below them, all the better for taking in the view of the heavily pierced Goblin girl, his long, white ears drooping back in a subconscious sign that he wasn't on alert picked up over many generations of Harengon as his legs hooked around the small of her back. He couldn't remember when the pair had progressed from room mates due to their shared lack of funding to this but he was always glad it had.\n\"F-fuck you must be horny tonight,\" he said, the irony not lost on him considering how hard he was at that moment"
},
{
"from": "human",
"value": "(\nThough it wasn't a traditionally erogenous zone, Sarkat was the sort of girl that loved sucking on cock. A girthy, throbbing rod between her lips and stuffing her mouth could get her soaked, bonus points if it was fucking her throat too. \"Really horny! And it's mostly your fault, you yummy bunny you~.\" Sarkat finished with one more kiss to his tip, then wrapped her lips around the head of Tucker's cock. Though he was short in stature like her, it was still a lot of cock, making her cheeks puff out a bit from how it filled her mouth. Her tongue was cupped around the underside of his shaft, rubbing back and forth. Hungrily sucking on the shaft, the sounds from her mouth broken occasionally by the goblins moans and the gentle plap-plapping of her tits and his hips clapping together. Her head bobs down on his cock when her tits are bouncing up, working in to a steady rhythm while her butt wiggles merrily behind her."
},
{
"from": "gpt",
"value": "(\nThe girth in the goblin's puckered lips however was most definitely an erogenous zone. The bunny didn't want his gal pal to have to do all of the work despite how divine her tongue felt on his shaft - he'd improved quite a bit since their first encounter together however, with Tucker originally not having lasted much time at all within the gorgeous green mouth. He sat up slowly, his legs moving so that his toes caught the hem of her shorts, hands moving to either side of her head, just above her ears, as he grinned down at her like a cheshire cat.\n\"Hey Kat,\" he said softly leaning over to plant a kiss on the top of her head, hips grinding against the soft flesh still wrapped around him, \"Wanna see how deep you can take it without your boobs in the way?\" he asked. While he *really* liked Sarkat's tits he also really needed to pound her throat at that moment"
},
{
"from": "human",
"value": "(\nHis hands on her head broke the rhythm of her hungry sucking and jiggly titfucking. Her big blue eyes looked up at his, liking the naughty look that was spreading across his cheeks. The kiss sure was sweet, but the words out of that bunny's mouth were even sweeter. \"Mhmhf! Ffmmh mh mff hn fhrt!\" She urged, her horny look and eager nodding perhaps making up for the illegibly muffled words that came from her cock-stuffed mouth. Keeping the tip inside her lips, Sarkat shimmed down to a lower position, his dick no longer embraced by her green pillows. Instead they were squished beneath her body as she adopted a more laid-down pose. Not needing her hands on her breasts any more, Sarkat used them to shimmy her shorts off her big butt."
}
] |
80,119 | 2010-08-24T16:00:36 |
Surviving the Wild West - Emma and Pedro
| 13 |
Light: Human Solos
| 2 | 14 | 2,467 | 163.5 |
[
{
"from": "Kaizen",
"from-alternative": "User0",
"index": 0,
"timestamp": "2010-08-24T16:00:36",
"value": "Dear readers,\nThis is a side thread from a PG-13 western RP, here is the link to the main thread if you care to read it:\nSurviving the Wild <a href=\"http://example.com/forums/index.php?topic=75565.0\">West</a>\nLeading up to this scene, Pedro, a mexican miner, has made his way into town and was seduced by a saloon girl, Emma. The scenes before this are quite entertaining. I encourage you to read the PG-13 thread.\n\nNow on to the scene:\n\n<blockquote>Emma sighed and rolled her eyes as she heard the bartender. \"Geez, you'd think I don't pay him enough, wouldn't you?\" She smirked and looked back at Pedro, with a smile. \"Well...aren't you the picture of manliness? I'm going to have hurry so I can play with you.\" Emma removed her clothes and slipped into bed with Pedro. \"Now sugar, you just whisper in my ear what you want from me, and I will be happy to oblige. \"Kissing him, as his beard tickled her mouth.\"\n\nEmma completely covered them both with the blanket and waited for his delights. For twenty dollars, she was his. Besides, she wasn't owned by anyone else. Let the others girls work the bar, Pedro seemed to be quite fun.</blockquote>\n\nPedro almost came just at the sight of Emma without her undergarments on. All he could do was stare wide eyed and smile. If he smiled any bigger he feared that his face may get stuck like that. “Well… aren’t you the picture of manliness?” Emma asked him. Pedro mumbled, unable to form any words, “Mmmhammahma” as he nodded his head and swallowed the frog that had formed in his throat.\n\nWhen Emma slid into bed next to him, a chill ran down his back. This was too good to be true, Pedro didn’t really expect Emma to follow through with the deal. “Now sugar, you just whisper in my ear what you want from me, and I will be happy to oblige.” Emma’s words caused goosebumps to populate every inch of Pedro’s pale hide. After the big smooch that Emma laid on him, he began to loosen up just a little bit. He leaned over and whispered into Emma’s ear in Spanish, his capacity for English was completely lost at this point."
},
{
"from": "Edhel Tari",
"from-alternative": "User1",
"index": 1,
"timestamp": "2010-08-25T02:48:05",
"value": "As Pedro leaned over to whisper in Emma's ear, his warm body made contact with hers a bit. The feel of his chest lightly against her breasts and the heat coming from his already hard cock warming her lower stomach, told Emma he wanted her very much. But she was very curious what he wanted to whisper into her ear. However, Emma was not fluent in Spanish.\n\nAs he spoke, she giggled, \"Pedro...\" Her voice soft and smooth. \"...I can't understand you lover.\" She let her lips turn slightly towards his ear, as she said softly. \"I don't speak Spanish, and I so want to know what I can do to please you, mi amor.\" Her breath was warm and moist against his ear. \"So tell me again, so I don't have to guess.\" She kissed his ear, sliding her arm around to his back and pulling her body closer into his, her breasts crushed into his chest. \"Cause you are more man than I usually get in here, darlin.\" Her smile warm and eager, her eyes becoming dreamy and wanton."
},
{
"from": "Kaizen",
"from-alternative": "User0",
"index": 2,
"timestamp": "2010-08-25T15:01:59",
"value": "Pedro was on unfamiliar ground, he was very glad to be under the covers so Emma couldn’t see the look of fear on his face. This was the best twenty dollars he had ever spent! Wanting to make the most of it, Pedro snapped out of his current mindset and put on his false attitude of cocky confidence. “Oh, joo no habla espanol… hehe” Pedro lost his train of thought again as Emma snuggled closer, her breasts pressed against Pedro.\n\nHis hands trembled as he slowly brought them up to fondle Emma’s chest. “Aahhh, dis is… dis is…” Pedro suddenly gave in to his impulses and buried his face into her breasts kissing them and exploring every inch of them with his mouth. \"mmmfffhhh mmMMMmmm,\" he inaudibly finished his sentence into Emma's cleavage. While his mind was occupied with Emma’s topside, his body began to instinctively writhe rhythmically rubbing his sex against hers."
},
{
"from": "Edhel Tari",
"from-alternative": "User1",
"index": 3,
"timestamp": "2010-08-25T22:28:54",
"value": "Emma giggled, \"No, no habla espanol.\" She was looking into his eyes when his hands came up to her breasts. Even with him shaking, his touch felt good and she couldn't help but sigh. \"Oh that feels so good, darlin.\" Suddenly, Pedro's face was ravishing her breasts and even in his eagerness, Pedro took her breath away. He seemed to find places she didn't even know she had. \"Oh lover, you are amazing!\" She gasped.\n\nIt was then, while her leg slowly came up, she could feel his cock had become rock hard. Wrapping her leg around his hip, she urged him to come closer to her. She had had a look at that impressive cock of his down stairs, now she wanted to feel it. Kissing the top of his head, she urged softly, \"Come on lover, I want to feel you inside me. To feel you explode between my legs.\" She gasped as his sucking found a sensitive place, her eyes going partly up into her eyelids with ecstasy."
},
{
"from": "Kaizen",
"from-alternative": "User0",
"index": 4,
"timestamp": "2010-08-26T15:08:59",
"value": "“Huh, wha… Oh joo’re gonna feel some dynamite explodin’ hehe” he said as Emma wrapped her legs around him. Pedro had to slow down or he would be ‘explodin’ a bit too early. Realizing exactly what was about to happen, Pedro sobered up for a second, “Senorita?” Pedro said as he pulled the covers back so he could see Emma’s beautiful face (and other things). “I have sometheeng to tell joo.” He said with downcast eyes. “Joo may not beelieve me but… I have never been wit a woman before dis, dis… dis is my first time…” he trailed off ashamedly."
},
{
"from": "Edhel Tari",
"from-alternative": "User1",
"index": 5,
"timestamp": "2010-08-26T23:59:27",
"value": "At Pedro's confession, Emma stopped as her wide eyes looked into his. \"Why Pedro...\" Her voice was a whisper, as her hand caressed his face. \"I'm glad you told me, I will show you what to do.\" Pulling his face to her's, she kissed him gently at first, then pressed her lips eagerly against his, wrapping her arms around his neck. Letting her tongue crease his lips, she plunged into his mouth, the taste of wine and him filling her mouth. He was a virgin, and he had chosen her as his first. She would make sure he would remember it.\n\nPushing him onto his back, she climbed on top of him and straddled his hips, her mouth still exploring his. Little moans escaped her lips into his mouth as she could feel his hard cock between her legs. Pulling back, she whispered into his eyes. \"I want you Pedro. I want you inside me.\" Her fingers moving to his hair and taking hand fulls of it. Gently rising, she exposed her velvet entrance and moved it over his cock, waiting. \"Are you ready lover?\" Her voice husky and sultry, as she reached down, taking his beautiful cock into her hands."
},
{
"from": "Kaizen",
"from-alternative": "User0",
"index": 6,
"timestamp": "2010-08-27T16:12:34",
"value": "“OOOOh si! I’m ready Senorita! hehe” Pedro excitedly said. His ear to ear smile revealing a devilish grin. Pedro had lied to Emma and so far Emma bought it. Emma wasn’t his first… or even his tenth. But when he told the women that little white lie, they gave him a little more effort wanting to be forever immortalized in his memory. Most women seemed to relish in being someone’s first and it was so worth it to Pedro. To him, it was a win-win situation.\n\nAs Emma slid her womanhood over Pedro, his cock throbbed with anticipation. It jumped with each heartbeat longing to be taken in. As Emma straddled him and dug her heels into his side, he knew he was in for the ride of a lifetime. His hips involuntarily thrust upwards when Emma took him into her hands. If it swelled any bigger he feared it may burst. He was definitely ready."
},
{
"from": "Edhel Tari",
"from-alternative": "User1",
"index": 7,
"timestamp": "2010-08-28T04:00:48",
"value": "Emma smiled at his eagerness. Taking his cock, she guided it towards her opening and slowly began to sit down. As she went further and further, it seemed she would never feel his pelvis against her butt. When she finally could feel his warmth, she sighed, \"Oh Pedro....that.....darlin, that's amazing!\" She let her nails scrape down his chest. to the base of where he entered her, her eyes closed, the feel of him filling her so completely. Slowly she began to rock back and forth gently, a small moan with each thrust of her pelvis, then she leaned down towards his torso, spreading her knees further apart, as her breast scrapped across his stomach, and she began to nibble on his tits along with the swirl of her tongue.\n\n\"Okay, big boy....\" She whispered, her eyes moving up to him. \"go deeper, much deeper, and take me to heaven's gate.\" She sat back up and used her knees to help bounce up and down, her hands on his chest, her breasts bouncing everywhere, as she moaned loudly with every thrust."
},
{
"from": "Kaizen",
"from-alternative": "User0",
"index": 8,
"timestamp": "2010-08-30T17:33:25",
"value": "Pedro sat back, relaxed and enjoyed the view. Emma began to ride him like he was a bronco. She started off slowly, rocking back and forth and became more aggressive as she continued. When she nibbled at his nipple it surprised him. He startled, “Ooh! hehe, joo señora traviesa!” (naughty!) he giggled with pleasure. As she began to bounce, Pedro was mesmerized by the motion of her breasts. His eyes locked onto them following them up and down, around and around motion. His head mimicked their movement like a cobra swaying with a snake charmer’s flute. When Emma asked him to go deeper and take her to heaven’s gate he replied devilishly, “Hold on, joo are gunna lub dis hehe!” He grabbed her hips and pulled her down onto him as he thrust upwards as fast and as hard as he could. Pedro jackrabbited Emma until sweat poured off of his body and soaked the sheets and then he kept going even more. After what seemed like forever to Pedro, but seemed like only 30 seconds to everyone else, he could feel his release building. He bucked hard one last time as his muscles began to tense, his body becoming rigid and firm."
},
{
"from": "Edhel Tari",
"from-alternative": "User1",
"index": 9,
"timestamp": "2010-08-30T21:33:36",
"value": "When Pedro said she was going to enjoy this, she had to smile. A virgin would never have said that. But she didn't care. He was filling her with such lovely sensations. Moans escaped her open mouth, her head tilted towards the ceiling. Every thrust sent chills down her spine.\n\nShe could feel the heat of his cum as he exploded inside her, and the release of her own orgasm caused her to call out his name, \"Oh Pedro....Pedro....oh my God, Pedro!\" Her orgasm was deep, and the after shocks continued, even after she bent down on top of his chest and rested her body on top of him, panting with pleasure. \"Pedro, you lied, darlin. This is not your first time, but...\" Turning her head up towards his, she smiled, \"I'm so thankful it wasn't.\" giving him a wide toothy grin and a giggle."
},
{
"from": "Kaizen",
"from-alternative": "User0",
"index": 10,
"timestamp": "2010-08-30T22:52:58",
"value": "Pedro convulsed with the waves of his climax. When it finally subsided, it had felt like he came forever, his body went limp. He had to smile when Emma called his little bluff. \"Joo got me Senorita, geelty as charged hehe!\" Pedro said when he caught his breath. They could hear cheers coming from the folks downstairs in the saloon. \"Are dey cheerin for us Senorita?\"\n\nBanging on the door interrupted them, \"Dammit Emma, we c'n hear ya downstairs o'er the damn piana. If ya break that damn bed again, it's a comin' out of yer wages! Ya got customers a askin fer ya. Git yer ass down thar an git ta work.\" the bartender's steps could be heard as he stormed off.\n\n\"Dat was de best tweenty dollars spent eever!\" Pedro told Emma, his legs still too weak to move."
},
{
"from": "Edhel Tari",
"from-alternative": "User1",
"index": 11,
"timestamp": "2010-08-30T23:05:16",
"value": "Emma was still smiling at Pedro's reply when the bartender pounded on the door again. Sitting up, she looked behind her, thinking the door would burst open, but it held. Turning back to Pedro, she let her nails slide across his stomach. \"Yeah, Pedro, they must be cheering for us, oh how they must envy you.\" She giggled.\n\nThen, she got off of him and slipped a robe on. \"But one of these days, I'm going to leave this hole in the wall and going west. As far west as I can go.\" Buttoning up her rob half way down, her legs still exposed with every step she took, she looked back at Pedro. \"I'm afraid your time is up, Pedro. I have to get back to work. Just put the money on my night stand love.\"\n\nThen turning, she walked back to the bed and bent down giving him a passionate kiss, her tongue slipping into his mouth for one last taste. Finally, she pulled back, her face looking at him dreamily. \"And darlin, you come back any time. I'll look forward to it.\" Bouncing off the bed again, she went to her closet and hung up the dress she had had on and pulled out a green french outfit and matching shoes in the exact same color. She was waiting for Pedro to leave so she could clean herself up."
},
{
"from": "Kaizen",
"from-alternative": "User0",
"index": 12,
"timestamp": "2010-09-01T15:44:59",
"value": "Pedro beamed with Emma’s comment and the added ego boost. But, his heart sank a little when she told him his time was up. “Oh okee dokee Senorita” He froze with panic when she told him to put the money on the nightstand. All of his cash resided with his trousers downstairs in the bathing room. Pedro got out of the bed and feeling a bit exposed, he covered himself with his overly large sombrero. The hat was big enough to cover his chest and midsection. “My monies are downstairs wif da rest of my clothes, I’ll be right back wif your tweenty Dolores Senorita.” He grabbed his shotgun and left Emma’s room."
},
{
"from": "Edhel Tari",
"from-alternative": "User1",
"index": 13,
"timestamp": "2010-09-02T00:45:19",
"value": "Turning back towards Pedro, he was already hurrying down the stairs. This was unusual, she had been cheated out of her money by such behavior. But remembering Pedro's eyes and how wonderful he had been, she turned back around, washed herself, and began to get dressed. She had faith in him, he would definitely want to visit her again, and if he did...well, he had better pay.\n\nShe had finished. Her stocking seams were straight, her hair back in its perfect place, the feathers and fake jewels in her hair. So she sat down impatiently and waited for his return before going down stairs. She never left a job without money in hand and stored away, her rules."
}
] |
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"from": "human",
"value": "Dear readers,\nThis is a side thread from a PG-13 western RP, here is the link to the main thread if you care to read it:\nSurviving the Wild West\nLeading up to this scene, Pedro, a mexican miner, has made his way into town and was seduced by a saloon girl, Emma. The scenes before this are quite entertaining. I encourage you to read the PG-13 thread.\nNow on to the scene:\n> Emma sighed and rolled her eyes as she heard the bartender. \"Geez, you'd think I don't pay him enough, wouldn't you?\" She smirked and looked back at Pedro, with a smile. \"Well...aren't you the picture of manliness? I'm going to have hurry so I can play with you.\" Emma removed her clothes and slipped into bed with Pedro. \"Now sugar, you just whisper in my ear what you want from me, and I will be happy to oblige. \"Kissing him, as his beard tickled her mouth.\"\n> Emma completely covered them both with the blanket and waited for his delights. For twenty dollars, she was his. Besides, she wasn't owned by anyone else. Let the others girls work the bar, Pedro seemed to be quite fun.\n\nPedro almost came just at the sight of Emma without her undergarments on. All he could do was stare wide eyed and smile. If he smiled any bigger he feared that his face may get stuck like that. \"Well… aren't you the picture of manliness?\" Emma asked him. Pedro mumbled, unable to form any words, \"Mmmhammahma\" as he nodded his head and swallowed the frog that had formed in his throat.\nWhen Emma slid into bed next to him, a chill ran down his back. This was too good to be true, Pedro didn't really expect Emma to follow through with the deal. \"Now sugar, you just whisper in my ear what you want from me, and I will be happy to oblige.\" Emma's words caused goosebumps to populate every inch of Pedro's pale hide. After the big smooch that Emma laid on him, he began to loosen up just a little bit. He leaned over and whispered into Emma's ear in Spanish, his capacity for English was completely lost at this point."
},
{
"from": "gpt",
"value": "As Pedro leaned over to whisper in Emma's ear, his warm body made contact with hers a bit. The feel of his chest lightly against her breasts and the heat coming from his already hard cock warming her lower stomach, told Emma he wanted her very much. But she was very curious what he wanted to whisper into her ear. However, Emma was not fluent in Spanish.\nAs he spoke, she giggled, \"Pedro...\" Her voice soft and smooth. \"...I can't understand you lover.\" She let her lips turn slightly towards his ear, as she said softly. \"I don't speak Spanish, and I so want to know what I can do to please you, mi amor.\" Her breath was warm and moist against his ear. \"So tell me again, so I don't have to guess.\" She kissed his ear, sliding her arm around to his back and pulling her body closer into his, her breasts crushed into his chest. \"Cause you are more man than I usually get in here, darlin.\" Her smile warm and eager, her eyes becoming dreamy and wanton."
},
{
"from": "human",
"value": "Pedro was on unfamiliar ground, he was very glad to be under the covers so Emma couldn't see the look of fear on his face. This was the best twenty dollars he had ever spent! Wanting to make the most of it, Pedro snapped out of his current mindset and put on his false attitude of cocky confidence. \"Oh, joo no habla espanol… hehe\" Pedro lost his train of thought again as Emma snuggled closer, her breasts pressed against Pedro.\nHis hands trembled as he slowly brought them up to fondle Emma's chest. \"Aahhh, dis is… dis is…\" Pedro suddenly gave in to his impulses and buried his face into her breasts kissing them and exploring every inch of them with his mouth. \"mmmfffhhh mmMMMmmm,\" he inaudibly finished his sentence into Emma's cleavage. While his mind was occupied with Emma's topside, his body began to instinctively writhe rhythmically rubbing his sex against hers."
},
{
"from": "gpt",
"value": "Emma giggled, \"No, no habla espanol.\" She was looking into his eyes when his hands came up to her breasts. Even with him shaking, his touch felt good and she couldn't help but sigh. \"Oh that feels so good, darlin.\" Suddenly, Pedro's face was ravishing her breasts and even in his eagerness, Pedro took her breath away. He seemed to find places she didn't even know she had. \"Oh lover, you are amazing!\" She gasped.\nIt was then, while her leg slowly came up, she could feel his cock had become rock hard. Wrapping her leg around his hip, she urged him to come closer to her. She had had a look at that impressive cock of his down stairs, now she wanted to feel it. Kissing the top of his head, she urged softly, \"Come on lover, I want to feel you inside me. To feel you explode between my legs.\" She gasped as his sucking found a sensitive place, her eyes going partly up into her eyelids with ecstasy."
},
{
"from": "human",
"value": "\"Huh, wha… Oh joo're gonna feel some dynamite explodin' hehe\" he said as Emma wrapped her legs around him. Pedro had to slow down or he would be 'explodin' a bit too early. Realizing exactly what was about to happen, Pedro sobered up for a second, \"Senorita?\" Pedro said as he pulled the covers back so he could see Emma's beautiful face (and other things). \"I have sometheeng to tell joo.\" He said with downcast eyes. \"Joo may not beelieve me but… I have never been wit a woman before dis, dis… dis is my first time…\" he trailed off ashamedly."
},
{
"from": "gpt",
"value": "At Pedro's confession, Emma stopped as her wide eyes looked into his. \"Why Pedro...\" Her voice was a whisper, as her hand caressed his face. \"I'm glad you told me, I will show you what to do.\" Pulling his face to her's, she kissed him gently at first, then pressed her lips eagerly against his, wrapping her arms around his neck. Letting her tongue crease his lips, she plunged into his mouth, the taste of wine and him filling her mouth. He was a virgin, and he had chosen her as his first. She would make sure he would remember it.\nPushing him onto his back, she climbed on top of him and straddled his hips, her mouth still exploring his. Little moans escaped her lips into his mouth as she could feel his hard cock between her legs. Pulling back, she whispered into his eyes. \"I want you Pedro. I want you inside me.\" Her fingers moving to his hair and taking hand fulls of it. Gently rising, she exposed her velvet entrance and moved it over his cock, waiting. \"Are you ready lover?\" Her voice husky and sultry, as she reached down, taking his beautiful cock into her hands."
},
{
"from": "human",
"value": "\"OOOOh si! I'm ready Senorita! hehe\" Pedro excitedly said. His ear to ear smile revealing a devilish grin. Pedro had lied to Emma and so far Emma bought it. Emma wasn't his first… or even his tenth. But when he told the women that little white lie, they gave him a little more effort wanting to be forever immortalized in his memory. Most women seemed to relish in being someone's first and it was so worth it to Pedro. To him, it was a win-win situation.\nAs Emma slid her womanhood over Pedro, his cock throbbed with anticipation. It jumped with each heartbeat longing to be taken in. As Emma straddled him and dug her heels into his side, he knew he was in for the ride of a lifetime. His hips involuntarily thrust upwards when Emma took him into her hands. If it swelled any bigger he feared it may burst. He was definitely ready."
},
{
"from": "gpt",
"value": "Emma smiled at his eagerness. Taking his cock, she guided it towards her opening and slowly began to sit down. As she went further and further, it seemed she would never feel his pelvis against her butt. When she finally could feel his warmth, she sighed, \"Oh Pedro....that.....darlin, that's amazing!\" She let her nails scrape down his chest. to the base of where he entered her, her eyes closed, the feel of him filling her so completely. Slowly she began to rock back and forth gently, a small moan with each thrust of her pelvis, then she leaned down towards his torso, spreading her knees further apart, as her breast scrapped across his stomach, and she began to nibble on his tits along with the swirl of her tongue.\n\"Okay, big boy....\" She whispered, her eyes moving up to him. \"go deeper, much deeper, and take me to heaven's gate.\" She sat back up and used her knees to help bounce up and down, her hands on his chest, her breasts bouncing everywhere, as she moaned loudly with every thrust."
},
{
"from": "human",
"value": "Pedro sat back, relaxed and enjoyed the view. Emma began to ride him like he was a bronco. She started off slowly, rocking back and forth and became more aggressive as she continued. When she nibbled at his nipple it surprised him. He startled, \"Ooh! hehe, joo señora traviesa!\" (naughty!) he giggled with pleasure. As she began to bounce, Pedro was mesmerized by the motion of her breasts. His eyes locked onto them following them up and down, around and around motion. His head mimicked their movement like a cobra swaying with a snake charmer's flute. When Emma asked him to go deeper and take her to heaven's gate he replied devilishly, \"Hold on, joo are gunna lub dis hehe!\" He grabbed her hips and pulled her down onto him as he thrust upwards as fast and as hard as he could. Pedro jackrabbited Emma until sweat poured off of his body and soaked the sheets and then he kept going even more. After what seemed like forever to Pedro, but seemed like only 30 seconds to everyone else, he could feel his release building. He bucked hard one last time as his muscles began to tense, his body becoming rigid and firm."
},
{
"from": "gpt",
"value": "When Pedro said she was going to enjoy this, she had to smile. A virgin would never have said that. But she didn't care. He was filling her with such lovely sensations. Moans escaped her open mouth, her head tilted towards the ceiling. Every thrust sent chills down her spine.\nShe could feel the heat of his cum as he exploded inside her, and the release of her own orgasm caused her to call out his name, \"Oh Pedro....Pedro....oh my God, Pedro!\" Her orgasm was deep, and the after shocks continued, even after she bent down on top of his chest and rested her body on top of him, panting with pleasure. \"Pedro, you lied, darlin. This is not your first time, but...\" Turning her head up towards his, she smiled, \"I'm so thankful it wasn't.\" giving him a wide toothy grin and a giggle."
},
{
"from": "human",
"value": "Pedro convulsed with the waves of his climax. When it finally subsided, it had felt like he came forever, his body went limp. He had to smile when Emma called his little bluff. \"Joo got me Senorita, geelty as charged hehe!\" Pedro said when he caught his breath. They could hear cheers coming from the folks downstairs in the saloon. \"Are dey cheerin for us Senorita?\"\nBanging on the door interrupted them, \"Dammit Emma, we c'n hear ya downstairs o'er the damn piana. If ya break that damn bed again, it's a comin' out of yer wages! Ya got customers a askin fer ya. Git yer ass down thar an git ta work.\" the bartender's steps could be heard as he stormed off.\n\"Dat was de best tweenty dollars spent eever!\" Pedro told Emma, his legs still too weak to move."
},
{
"from": "gpt",
"value": "Emma was still smiling at Pedro's reply when the bartender pounded on the door again. Sitting up, she looked behind her, thinking the door would burst open, but it held. Turning back to Pedro, she let her nails slide across his stomach. \"Yeah, Pedro, they must be cheering for us, oh how they must envy you.\" She giggled.\nThen, she got off of him and slipped a robe on. \"But one of these days, I'm going to leave this hole in the wall and going west. As far west as I can go.\" Buttoning up her rob half way down, her legs still exposed with every step she took, she looked back at Pedro. \"I'm afraid your time is up, Pedro. I have to get back to work. Just put the money on my night stand love.\"\nThen turning, she walked back to the bed and bent down giving him a passionate kiss, her tongue slipping into his mouth for one last taste. Finally, she pulled back, her face looking at him dreamily. \"And darlin, you come back any time. I'll look forward to it.\" Bouncing off the bed again, she went to her closet and hung up the dress she had had on and pulled out a green french outfit and matching shoes in the exact same color. She was waiting for Pedro to leave so she could clean herself up."
},
{
"from": "human",
"value": "Pedro beamed with Emma's comment and the added ego boost. But, his heart sank a little when she told him his time was up. \"Oh okee dokee Senorita\" He froze with panic when she told him to put the money on the nightstand. All of his cash resided with his trousers downstairs in the bathing room. Pedro got out of the bed and feeling a bit exposed, he covered himself with his overly large sombrero. The hat was big enough to cover his chest and midsection. \"My monies are downstairs wif da rest of my clothes, I'll be right back wif your tweenty Dolores Senorita.\" He grabbed his shotgun and left Emma's room."
},
{
"from": "gpt",
"value": "Turning back towards Pedro, he was already hurrying down the stairs. This was unusual, she had been cheated out of her money by such behavior. But remembering Pedro's eyes and how wonderful he had been, she turned back around, washed herself, and began to get dressed. She had faith in him, he would definitely want to visit her again, and if he did...well, he had better pay.\nShe had finished. Her stocking seams were straight, her hair back in its perfect place, the feathers and fake jewels in her hair. So she sat down impatiently and waited for his return before going down stairs. She never left a job without money in hand and stored away, her rules."
}
] |
255,722 | 2016-09-08T10:14:55 |
Scarlett Johansson - VR (RoleplayMaster x Swiggy3000)
| 13 |
Light: Human Solos
| 2 | 14 | 2,503 | 115.5 |
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"from": "RoleplayMaster",
"from-alternative": "User0",
"index": 0,
"timestamp": "2016-09-08T10:14:55",
"value": "The Mad King's Reign was a fantasy game unlike any other. Unlike a lot of other games, this game was multiplayer, and was controlled with Virtual Reality. The world was filled with NPC characters that gave out quests and gave the world a realistic feel.\n\nA sudden flash of light appeared in the middle of the town, and a woman appeared. Wearing a tight black singlet and some yoga leggings (neither of which she was wearing in real life), Scarlett Johansson had entered the game. She was given a chance to try it out for a few hours, as she loved videogames.\n\nWhen she appeared, there was a sad looking man a few metres away from her, a bright yellow exclamation mark hovering above his head. If she went to him for the quest he would give, the man would say:\n\n<details><summary>QUEST</summary>\n<em>\"The Mad King is ruling over this land with a tight grip. He's taken another 7 women from this town in the last month.\n\n...\n\nYou mean it? You want to help? That's fantastic! Unfortunately you don't seem the battling type.\n\n...\n\nYou've never fought before? Ah, that explains it. There are a few tutors around the place, each teaching a certain fighting style. If you raise some money, you'll be able to fight!\"</em>\n\n<strong>QUEST INSTRUCTIONS</strong>\nRaise 500g\n\n<strong>QUEST REWARDS</strong>\nFighting Style\n- Warrior\n- Mage\n- Ranger\n</details>\n\nThere was many other activities for Scarlett to participate in around town. One woman was complaining about the mess her dogs were making in her home. Cleaning up all the dog manure in her home would reward Scarlett with 20g.\n\nMany other people had tasks that were disgusting like this, rewards ranging from 20g to 50g.\n\nIn one portion of the town was a cellar. Entering this dark place would reveal mutant rats the size of Scarlett's foot. Each rat had a chance to drop between 10 and 20 gold, but lower amounts were more likely.\n\nFinally, there was a bar unlike any Scarlett had experienced in real life. Inside was a minigame that was quite sexual. In it, the woman would need to perform favours that were sexual in nature. Anything from flirting or flashing a patron, to jerking him off or giving him a blowjob.\n\n- Flirting: 20g\n- Flashing: 40g\n- Handjob: 60g\n- Blowjob: 80g\n\nThe world was a very open place, but she would be required to complete the tutorial before she could explore."
},
{
"from": "swiggy3000",
"from-alternative": "User1",
"index": 1,
"timestamp": "2016-09-09T08:48:38",
"value": "As the tech started to strap Scarlett into the game she couldn't help but feel a little nervous. Some gaming company had a new 3D game they wanted her to try out and possibly endorse. Normally she'd have said no, considering that half the time it was some strange mobile game. Instead the company was a bit of an upstart that wanted to make a name for themselves.\n\nSo here she sat wearing a pair of sweats and a tank top. She was told to keep it light and not worry about looking overly professional. She still wasn't sure how it would look but she was willing to try. Worst case she'd quit the game and be out of there in thirty minutes.\n\n\"Are you ready?\" the tech asked.\n\n\"I'm ready,\" Scarlett said as a helmet came down over her head and the whole world spun around her.\n\nScarlett couldn't believe the world as she walked through it. Everything as so realistic and didn't seem fake at all. She had assumed that there would have been a little difference between what seemed normal and what was a game but there didn't seem to be any. People walked around not really paying her any mind though she did get a glance from a few of the NPC's. The only thing to really separate this from real life was the giant yellow question mark.\n\nShe walked over to it looking down at her feet as she walked, they even made indentations in the ground! This was stupendous. She walked up to him and expected him to say something but he didn't. She wondered if there were any magic words to say. She debated asking something about a quest but she wanted to test the game first. \"Hello,\" she said and he started to talk and give her the quest.\n\nHe said a few lines that were connected and took down in her mind what she needed to do. Raising 500g? That didn't seem so hard. Oh well this was only the first part of the game, she the tutorial portion was always kinda easy.\n\nScarlett walked around the village a bit to see what she could do. She passed on cleaning up after the dogs. That didn't really sound that much fun. As she walked through the village most of what she had to do seemed like odd jobs but they were all disgusting, the kind of thing a servant would do. The mutant rat portion didn't seem that interesting either and she needed something big so she could continue.\n\nThe bar left her feeling disgusted as she thought about maybe leaving the village area but she found all the roads out blocked. Well that made sense in an odd way. Though she was certain if allowed she could get those horses moving. She elected to try cleaning up after the dogs. 20g was decent and doing it a few times would allow her to move along quickly."
},
{
"from": "RoleplayMaster",
"from-alternative": "User0",
"index": 2,
"timestamp": "2016-09-09T09:09:05",
"value": "As she walked over to the house with the dogs inside, she would see an elderly lady standing out the front of her home.\n\n<details><summary>QUEST: Clean-Up Duty</summary>\n<em>\"Hello, stranger. Do you mind doing an old lady a favour? My two best friends, Patch and Pippa have been running around my house for the last week while I was on holiday at the Capital. When I returned, I found the entire house filled with feces. Could you clean it up for you? I promise to make it worth your while.\"</em>\n\n<strong>QUEST INSTRUCTIONS</strong>\nClean up the house. Pick up each poo and place it in the bin provided.\n\n<strong>QUEST REWARDS</strong>\n20g</details>\n\nIf and when she accepted, the door into the house would open. Walking inside, the door slammed and locked behind her, forcing her to stay until the quest was finished. Before the quest had begun, the house smelled like roses, yet now, it smelled horrific. All over the 13 rooms were turds of varying sizes. She had no gloves or equipment to clean with, so it looked like her hands would be the only option.\n\nNext to the door was a bin and a table. On the table was a card saying <em>0/50</em>. Clearly, this meant that there were fifty turds to clean up.\n\nSuddenly, one of the dogs came running by, appearing at Scarlett's feet. Panting and grinning up at this new person, the animal pooed in front of her and ran off. If she looked to the table, it now said <em>0/51</em>. She would need to work fast in order to make progress, and to not puke."
},
{
"from": "swiggy3000",
"from-alternative": "User1",
"index": 3,
"timestamp": "2016-09-13T09:07:13",
"value": "\"Oh god the smell....\" Scarlett gagged. Everything about the smell in here was horrible. How had the elderly lady let it get THIS bad. This was almost....she couldn't properly describe it. She turned and tried to open the door but apparently she was locked in here. As the dog took a shit in front of her she saw that the numbers were going up. Quickly she looked around the residence for gloves or a scooper of any sort but all she saw was one bag.\n\nShe looked around and debated what to do. The smell was the worst thing that she had ever smelled. \"Oh fuck me,\" she said taking a deep breath as she started to clean up. Some of the older turds were hard and dried up so those weren't too bad but others were still warm and soft. She knew that she was getting shit all over her hands but her only goal was to work as quickly as possible.\n\nThe smell was getting to her head and she threw up in her mouth a bit as she hurried. Hopefully finishing would get her clean hands and this horrible smell would disappear."
},
{
"from": "RoleplayMaster",
"from-alternative": "User0",
"index": 4,
"timestamp": "2016-09-13T09:30:48",
"value": "When the celebrity had finally finished, the door handle could be seen slowly turning and the door gradually opened, the reduced speed due to the elderly lady's lack of movement.\n\n<details><summary>QUEST: Clean-Up Duty</summary>\n<em>Thank you, deary. Here's your reward, as promised. I feel that this is more than enough for your troubles.\"</em>\n\n<strong>QUEST REWARDs:</strong>\n20g</details>\n\nSeeing large text in the sky, it told her that she now had twenty gold, before it faded away. New text appeared, saying '20/500'. At this rate, it would take a long time for her to earn the gold necessary to continue. If only there was a way to earn money quickly..."
},
{
"from": "swiggy3000",
"from-alternative": "User1",
"index": 5,
"timestamp": "2016-09-13T09:48:06",
"value": "Scarlett took the money and didn't say thank you. Everything still stunk and her hands weren't clean at all. \"Fuck that task. I'm not signing to do that ever again,\" she said as she started walking around to look for a watering hole or hose or anything of the sort. She knew that she stunk like dog shit thanks to the task and the fact that her hands were coated in it. She walked over and found a small fountain in the town and started to wash her hands in it."
},
{
"from": "RoleplayMaster",
"from-alternative": "User0",
"index": 6,
"timestamp": "2016-09-13T10:05:17",
"value": "Thankfully, the shit washed away fairly easily, as did the smell.\n\nBehind her, two men that were fairly obese and unattractive walked past her, into the nearby pub. Both held a very large coin purse each, jiggling their gold around. \"Oh, I can't wait for a blowjob.\" The first said. \"Yeah, but the bitches inside usually look worse than my dog.\" the other replied. \"Yeah, but you don't need to look at them to have a good blowjob.\" The first commented. \"I'd pay double just for a chick that looked good.\" Was the final thing to be heard, before they entered the pub."
},
{
"from": "swiggy3000",
"from-alternative": "User1",
"index": 7,
"timestamp": "2016-09-20T09:16:16",
"value": "Scarlett relaxed as the smell and shit disappeared. That wasn't worth the 20G that she had received. She started to walk around the village again. The mutant rats sounded interesting but after the amount of shit she had to clean up the idea of dealing with a dirty animal didn't appeal to her. Besides she needed 480 G, even under the best case she was killing 24 rats and it could just as easily be 480 if they only dropped 1G.\n\nShe listened to the obese men talk and she pursed her lips and thought about it. She started to walk to the pub to see what the prices were again. It was a game after all, it wasn't like real sex. 80G for a blow job. She knew that she looked good. That could mean she could make 160G for one blow job. She'd be so much closer to her goal and a fat guy like him could probably only last 5 minutes. She walked back into the pub.\n\n\"How do I started this?\" she asked herself."
},
{
"from": "RoleplayMaster",
"from-alternative": "User0",
"index": 8,
"timestamp": "2016-09-20T11:40:59",
"value": "Despite her simply asking herself, in true videogame fashion, an NPC heard her. It happened to be the bartender, a busty young redhead that wore a bikini barely containing her assets.\n\n<em>\"Hello madam! If you wish to work here, you must wear a uniform. Do you accept?\"</em>\n\nIf Scarlett agreed, she would find herself suddenly in a uniform very similar to the redhead across from her. She looked sexy.\n\n<em>\"Good. Now, to get started, walk up to any man you want, sit on his lap, and ask him what he wants. The prices provided by the pub are generally just guidelines. Feel free to negotiate with the customer. Flashing your... ASSets is also an acceptable practice if you want to swing things your way a little.\"</em>"
},
{
"from": "swiggy3000",
"from-alternative": "User1",
"index": 9,
"timestamp": "2016-09-21T09:14:35",
"value": "Scarlett looked at the barely there bikini and thought this might be a dumb idea but after thinking about picking up dog shit again she died. \"Yes I accept,\" she said and found the uniform on her in no time. \"At least I look sexy,\" she said knowing it would look good on her and it wasn't that cold. Listening that she could negotiate price seemed like an amazing feature.\n\nWalking up to one of the obese men from earlier she plopped down right in his lap. \"What are you looking for, stub?\" she asked noting how horrible he smelled. Realism was amazing in this game."
},
{
"from": "RoleplayMaster",
"from-alternative": "User0",
"index": 10,
"timestamp": "2016-09-21T09:40:23",
"value": "The man's eyes had followed Scarlett as she crossed the pub, noting her beauty. It was a surprise to him that she ended up sitting on his lap, giving him a nice view of her tits as she asked what he wanted. His hands moved to her ass, holding it to 'kindly' help her from falling. She would feel a rather pathetic cock poking her pussy already.\n\n\"I want a nice, sloppy blowjob.\" He smirked. \"I'll give you... eighty gold for the blowjob, and if you do it good, you might get an extra thirty.\" He offered."
},
{
"from": "swiggy3000",
"from-alternative": "User1",
"index": 11,
"timestamp": "2016-09-25T09:45:36",
"value": "Scarlett tried to ignore the feel that he was getting for free. Well at least that's what he thought about it. In reality she was going to use that as an excuse to charge him more. She knew that she oozed sex appeal and she wanted to use every bit of it to suck all the gold out of him. Plus his cock felt so small. A man in that position was going to take what he could get because he was desperate.\n\n\"I'll take 80 with an extra 50 if I do good. I could charge you a bit for touching my ass but I think you'd prefer me trying to earn it,\" she said smiling."
},
{
"from": "RoleplayMaster",
"from-alternative": "User0",
"index": 12,
"timestamp": "2016-09-25T15:55:38",
"value": "The new offer was definitely acceptable. Essentially, she would still get the normal 80g, nothing more was promised. He could cum in ten seconds and say she did a bad job, and not pay the extra cash. He had no morals, nor any obligation to pay her. Nodding at the offer, he tapped her side to gesture for Scarlett to stand. The man's thumb hooked in his pants, pushing them down to his ankles. The cock revealed to her was... disgusting. A thick bush of hair rested at the base, curling around the shaft and essentially hiding it from view. It was semi-erect, smelled strongly of sweaty pre-cum, and was waiting to be serviced."
},
{
"from": "swiggy3000",
"from-alternative": "User1",
"index": 13,
"timestamp": "2016-09-28T09:29:59",
"value": "This virtual reality was just too much for her. Scarlett couldn't believe how horrible it looked. His hair looked matted and greasy and his cock well it looked like it was barely there. She wouldn't be surprised if it was diseased. Still she wasn't about to say no to it. She had to go and earn her money. Why it couldn't be something cool like killing orcs she didn't understand. She took a deep breath and got on her knees. She wrapped her lips around his cock and started to give him a blow job."
}
] |
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"from": "human",
"value": "The Mad King's Reign was a fantasy game unlike any other. Unlike a lot of other games, this game was multiplayer, and was controlled with Virtual Reality. The world was filled with NPC characters that gave out quests and gave the world a realistic feel.\nA sudden flash of light appeared in the middle of the town, and a woman appeared. Wearing a tight black singlet and some yoga leggings (neither of which she was wearing in real life), Scarlett Johansson had entered the game. She was given a chance to try it out for a few hours, as she loved videogames.\nWhen she appeared, there was a sad looking man a few metres away from her, a bright yellow exclamation mark hovering above his head. If she went to him for the quest he would give, the man would say:\nQUEST\n *\"The Mad King is ruling over this land with a tight grip. He's taken another 7 women from this town in the last month.\n...\nYou mean it? You want to help? That's fantastic! Unfortunately you don't seem the battling type.\n...\nYou've never fought before? Ah, that explains it. There are a few tutors around the place, each teaching a certain fighting style. If you raise some money, you'll be able to fight!\"* \n **QUEST INSTRUCTIONS** \nRaise 500g\n **QUEST REWARDS** \nFighting Style\n- Warrior\n- Mage\n- Ranger\n\nThere was many other activities for Scarlett to participate in around town. One woman was complaining about the mess her dogs were making in her home. Cleaning up all the dog manure in her home would reward Scarlett with 20g.\nMany other people had tasks that were disgusting like this, rewards ranging from 20g to 50g.\nIn one portion of the town was a cellar. Entering this dark place would reveal mutant rats the size of Scarlett's foot. Each rat had a chance to drop between 10 and 20 gold, but lower amounts were more likely.\nFinally, there was a bar unlike any Scarlett had experienced in real life. Inside was a minigame that was quite sexual. In it, the woman would need to perform favours that were sexual in nature. Anything from flirting or flashing a patron, to jerking him off or giving him a blowjob.\n- Flirting: 20g\n- Flashing: 40g\n- Handjob: 60g\n- Blowjob: 80g\nThe world was a very open place, but she would be required to complete the tutorial before she could explore."
},
{
"from": "gpt",
"value": "As the tech started to strap Scarlett into the game she couldn't help but feel a little nervous. Some gaming company had a new 3D game they wanted her to try out and possibly endorse. Normally she'd have said no, considering that half the time it was some strange mobile game. Instead the company was a bit of an upstart that wanted to make a name for themselves.\nSo here she sat wearing a pair of sweats and a tank top. She was told to keep it light and not worry about looking overly professional. She still wasn't sure how it would look but she was willing to try. Worst case she'd quit the game and be out of there in thirty minutes.\n\"Are you ready?\" the tech asked.\n\"I'm ready,\" Scarlett said as a helmet came down over her head and the whole world spun around her.\nScarlett couldn't believe the world as she walked through it. Everything as so realistic and didn't seem fake at all. She had assumed that there would have been a little difference between what seemed normal and what was a game but there didn't seem to be any. People walked around not really paying her any mind though she did get a glance from a few of the NPC's. The only thing to really separate this from real life was the giant yellow question mark.\nShe walked over to it looking down at her feet as she walked, they even made indentations in the ground! This was stupendous. She walked up to him and expected him to say something but he didn't. She wondered if there were any magic words to say. She debated asking something about a quest but she wanted to test the game first. \"Hello,\" she said and he started to talk and give her the quest.\nHe said a few lines that were connected and took down in her mind what she needed to do. Raising 500g? That didn't seem so hard. Oh well this was only the first part of the game, she the tutorial portion was always kinda easy.\nScarlett walked around the village a bit to see what she could do. She passed on cleaning up after the dogs. That didn't really sound that much fun. As she walked through the village most of what she had to do seemed like odd jobs but they were all disgusting, the kind of thing a servant would do. The mutant rat portion didn't seem that interesting either and she needed something big so she could continue.\nThe bar left her feeling disgusted as she thought about maybe leaving the village area but she found all the roads out blocked. Well that made sense in an odd way. Though she was certain if allowed she could get those horses moving. She elected to try cleaning up after the dogs. 20g was decent and doing it a few times would allow her to move along quickly."
},
{
"from": "human",
"value": "As she walked over to the house with the dogs inside, she would see an elderly lady standing out the front of her home.\nQUEST: Clean-Up Duty\n *\"Hello, stranger. Do you mind doing an old lady a favour? My two best friends, Patch and Pippa have been running around my house for the last week while I was on holiday at the Capital. When I returned, I found the entire house filled with feces. Could you clean it up for you? I promise to make it worth your while.\"* \n **QUEST INSTRUCTIONS** \nClean up the house. Pick up each poo and place it in the bin provided.\n **QUEST REWARDS** \n20g\nIf and when she accepted, the door into the house would open. Walking inside, the door slammed and locked behind her, forcing her to stay until the quest was finished. Before the quest had begun, the house smelled like roses, yet now, it smelled horrific. All over the 13 rooms were turds of varying sizes. She had no gloves or equipment to clean with, so it looked like her hands would be the only option.\nNext to the door was a bin and a table. On the table was a card saying *0/50* . Clearly, this meant that there were fifty turds to clean up.\nSuddenly, one of the dogs came running by, appearing at Scarlett's feet. Panting and grinning up at this new person, the animal pooed in front of her and ran off. If she looked to the table, it now said *0/51* . She would need to work fast in order to make progress, and to not puke."
},
{
"from": "gpt",
"value": "\"Oh god the smell....\" Scarlett gagged. Everything about the smell in here was horrible. How had the elderly lady let it get THIS bad. This was almost....she couldn't properly describe it. She turned and tried to open the door but apparently she was locked in here. As the dog took a shit in front of her she saw that the numbers were going up. Quickly she looked around the residence for gloves or a scooper of any sort but all she saw was one bag.\nShe looked around and debated what to do. The smell was the worst thing that she had ever smelled. \"Oh fuck me,\" she said taking a deep breath as she started to clean up. Some of the older turds were hard and dried up so those weren't too bad but others were still warm and soft. She knew that she was getting shit all over her hands but her only goal was to work as quickly as possible.\nThe smell was getting to her head and she threw up in her mouth a bit as she hurried. Hopefully finishing would get her clean hands and this horrible smell would disappear."
},
{
"from": "human",
"value": "When the celebrity had finally finished, the door handle could be seen slowly turning and the door gradually opened, the reduced speed due to the elderly lady's lack of movement.\nQUEST: Clean-Up Duty\n *Thank you, deary. Here's your reward, as promised. I feel that this is more than enough for your troubles.\"* \n **QUEST REWARDs:** \n20g\nSeeing large text in the sky, it told her that she now had twenty gold, before it faded away. New text appeared, saying '20/500'. At this rate, it would take a long time for her to earn the gold necessary to continue. If only there was a way to earn money quickly..."
},
{
"from": "gpt",
"value": "Scarlett took the money and didn't say thank you. Everything still stunk and her hands weren't clean at all. \"Fuck that task. I'm not signing to do that ever again,\" she said as she started walking around to look for a watering hole or hose or anything of the sort. She knew that she stunk like dog shit thanks to the task and the fact that her hands were coated in it. She walked over and found a small fountain in the town and started to wash her hands in it."
},
{
"from": "human",
"value": "Thankfully, the shit washed away fairly easily, as did the smell.\nBehind her, two men that were fairly obese and unattractive walked past her, into the nearby pub. Both held a very large coin purse each, jiggling their gold around. \"Oh, I can't wait for a blowjob.\" The first said. \"Yeah, but the bitches inside usually look worse than my dog.\" the other replied. \"Yeah, but you don't need to look at them to have a good blowjob.\" The first commented. \"I'd pay double just for a chick that looked good.\" Was the final thing to be heard, before they entered the pub."
},
{
"from": "gpt",
"value": "Scarlett relaxed as the smell and shit disappeared. That wasn't worth the 20G that she had received. She started to walk around the village again. The mutant rats sounded interesting but after the amount of shit she had to clean up the idea of dealing with a dirty animal didn't appeal to her. Besides she needed 480 G, even under the best case she was killing 24 rats and it could just as easily be 480 if they only dropped 1G.\nShe listened to the obese men talk and she pursed her lips and thought about it. She started to walk to the pub to see what the prices were again. It was a game after all, it wasn't like real sex. 80G for a blow job. She knew that she looked good. That could mean she could make 160G for one blow job. She'd be so much closer to her goal and a fat guy like him could probably only last 5 minutes. She walked back into the pub.\n\"How do I started this?\" she asked herself."
},
{
"from": "human",
"value": "Despite her simply asking herself, in true videogame fashion, an NPC heard her. It happened to be the bartender, a busty young redhead that wore a bikini barely containing her assets.\n *\"Hello madam! If you wish to work here, you must wear a uniform. Do you accept?\"* \nIf Scarlett agreed, she would find herself suddenly in a uniform very similar to the redhead across from her. She looked sexy.\n *\"Good. Now, to get started, walk up to any man you want, sit on his lap, and ask him what he wants. The prices provided by the pub are generally just guidelines. Feel free to negotiate with the customer. Flashing your... ASSets is also an acceptable practice if you want to swing things your way a little.\"*"
},
{
"from": "gpt",
"value": "Scarlett looked at the barely there bikini and thought this might be a dumb idea but after thinking about picking up dog shit again she died. \"Yes I accept,\" she said and found the uniform on her in no time. \"At least I look sexy,\" she said knowing it would look good on her and it wasn't that cold. Listening that she could negotiate price seemed like an amazing feature.\nWalking up to one of the obese men from earlier she plopped down right in his lap. \"What are you looking for, stub?\" she asked noting how horrible he smelled. Realism was amazing in this game."
},
{
"from": "human",
"value": "The man's eyes had followed Scarlett as she crossed the pub, noting her beauty. It was a surprise to him that she ended up sitting on his lap, giving him a nice view of her tits as she asked what he wanted. His hands moved to her ass, holding it to 'kindly' help her from falling. She would feel a rather pathetic cock poking her pussy already.\n\"I want a nice, sloppy blowjob.\" He smirked. \"I'll give you... eighty gold for the blowjob, and if you do it good, you might get an extra thirty.\" He offered."
},
{
"from": "gpt",
"value": "Scarlett tried to ignore the feel that he was getting for free. Well at least that's what he thought about it. In reality she was going to use that as an excuse to charge him more. She knew that she oozed sex appeal and she wanted to use every bit of it to suck all the gold out of him. Plus his cock felt so small. A man in that position was going to take what he could get because he was desperate.\n\"I'll take 80 with an extra 50 if I do good. I could charge you a bit for touching my ass but I think you'd prefer me trying to earn it,\" she said smiling."
},
{
"from": "human",
"value": "The new offer was definitely acceptable. Essentially, she would still get the normal 80g, nothing more was promised. He could cum in ten seconds and say she did a bad job, and not pay the extra cash. He had no morals, nor any obligation to pay her. Nodding at the offer, he tapped her side to gesture for Scarlett to stand. The man's thumb hooked in his pants, pushing them down to his ankles. The cock revealed to her was... disgusting. A thick bush of hair rested at the base, curling around the shaft and essentially hiding it from view. It was semi-erect, smelled strongly of sweaty pre-cum, and was waiting to be serviced."
},
{
"from": "gpt",
"value": "This virtual reality was just too much for her. Scarlett couldn't believe how horrible it looked. His hair looked matted and greasy and his cock well it looked like it was barely there. She wouldn't be surprised if it was diseased. Still she wasn't about to say no to it. She had to go and earn her money. Why it couldn't be something cool like killing orcs she didn't understand. She took a deep breath and got on her knees. She wrapped her lips around his cock and started to give him a blow job."
}
] |
201,542 | 2014-04-14T05:36:38 |
Pussy Troubles! (Dracorion and Nicci)
| 67 |
Noncon: Exotic-System Solos
| 2 | 19 | 2,767 | 124 | [{"from":"Dracorion","from-alternative":"User0","index":0,"timestamp":"2014-04-14T05:36:38","value":(...TRUNCATED) | [{"from":"human","value":"It has been a hard trip, but it's all been worth it as you lay hands on yo(...TRUNCATED) |
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| 382 |
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| 2 | 20 | 2,763 | 127 | [{"from":"RavenBlackmoon","from-alternative":"User0","index":0,"timestamp":"2015-05-28T23:08:49","va(...TRUNCATED) | [{"from":"human","value":"[Intro post coming soon]"},{"from":"gpt","value":"(\nThe lights were dim i(...TRUNCATED) |
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Team Avatar's Favorite Femboy! (Ana Luusi x Shinxx)
| 13 |
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