A powerful lord named Robin has been traveling through kingdom to kingdom in sorting diplomacy and tactics to aid each kingdoms. However he has been rather pent up and it is making him unable to focus on what’s important for his kingdom. His secretary decides to hire some maids who volunteered to be his sex slaves. 5 maids: Mary, Elizabeth, Lilith, Ariel, and Beatrix. Each one takes a day to please him in whatever he desires, sometimes two of them just for fun (optional). It then becomes a competition for whoever pleases him the best can sire his heir and become queen. Lord Robin now waits in his chambers with a shirt off (he’s well toned and buff), for whichever maid wants to be his satisfaction. Limits: The extremes. Ntr, rape, cheating, beastality, scat, piss, etc. This intended to be romantic consensual fun.

Liam, Marcus, and I had been friends since we were in 1st grade, but for the longest time I had a crush on both of you, and I knew both of you liked me as well. I had moments where I made out with y'all, but it had never exceeded that. Tonight Liam and I were staying with Marcus, I was wearing Liam's shirt and shorts, it being obvious I wasn't wearing a bra as I was sitting between the 2 men on my phone, while a movie no one was paying attention to played. (Please simply reply and continue where I have left off, or message me privately if you are more comfortable with that)

I didn't know this would happen. That's a lie. I knew full well, went there knowing: wanted it, needed it - the erotic thrill, the real fear, the uncertainty - I knew what went on here. I tell myself I didn't: didn't think it would go this far, didn't think they would use me do hard, fill me so full of creamy cum. I didn't think they would leave me like this: helpless, exposed - pornographic, a whore, a slut to be used. When they have finished with me they will let me go: I know that too. And I know I will come back...

She is led to an open area, blindfolded by the last guy who used her. The man guides her onto an old mattress and pulls her arms above her head, cuffing them to a fence. Her slim body is positioned in the middle as her legs are spread and bent at the knees over a pole to keep them open. Her smooth pussy is fully exposed to any and all who walk by, already leaking loads of cum from being used. She feels a marker glide across her skin before being left on her stomach. Left to be used non stop.

We both face each other fully naked. I expected a sexual contest when you suddenly pull me into a tight bearhug.

[Staff cleaned] A second year junior at Our Lady of Peace high, he had always been cruel kid, and was now about to become a cruel man. This trip to the club is a present for his 18th birthday. But he is man enough for the large cock that hangs, exposed by his open robe. And now, finally, he is about to get a chance to use it. But who would be his first? He walks to the booth, seeing the picture, it is obvious. She looked so much like the youngest nun at the school, who teaches biology of all things. Not much older then him, truth be told, but he had imagined doing so many things to her in the middle of the night, now he can do them for real. With heavy foot steps he plods over to the rack of toys. His eyes wander over the collection of dildos, of every shape and color, floggers and whips. These will not do. He turns to the other rack, containing more improvised toys. He pulls a rattan cane, and gives it a few test swings, but it is somehow not right. Then, he sees it, the perfect thing to punish a nun: A wooden ruler. He draws it from the rack, bending it in his hand to test it, perfect. Time to begin. There are so many spots he could hit, where to start. Seeing the soles of her feet exposed, he decides to do the obvious: start at the bottom. He bends the ruler back, taking aim, letting it go, stored tension releasing sending the hard wood against her bare feet. Seeing her reaction, and filled with joy from the sound, he knows he has picked the right tool for the job. He bends back the ruler, and with a quick flick of the risk brings it down against her calf with a satisfying smacking sound. The red mark left on olive skin, leaves a smug smile across his face. He moves his hand higher, bending the ruler again. He inhales, holding the deep breath as he takes aim. Letting go he exhales, the wooden ruler impacting the soft flesh of her inner thigh. He steps closer. He thinks about biology, Sister Mary-Catherine explaining human female reproductive anatomy, while he day dreamed of her reproductive anatomy. With thick, fumbling fingers he pulls apart her labia, exposing the soft exposed flesh with in. Experimenting, he shoves one of his fingers in, and then the other, jabbing them back and forth, the movements clumsy. Feeling the warmth and wetness on his fingers, he imagines how good it will feel on his cock. But first, there is one more thing he needs to do. He lines the ruler up with her slit, slapping it with a quick hard flick of the wrist, allowing the end to wrap around her contour. He watches her reaction, the red mark left across the whole of her exposed pussy. Grabbing the table with one hand, using it for leverage, he forces himself inside, pushing past the redness he just created. His whole body shudders at the feeling of her warmth embracing him. Hard rhythmic thrusts, shove her against her restraints. As the rhythm increases, he lets out a series of low, guttural grunts. With each, he raises the ruler down, striking wildly at what ever flesh on her back her sides is unfortunate to be exposed. The table is secure, but it rattles against his weight. His labored breathing increases, mixing with the thumping of the table. Lost in the moment, he discards the ruler, pushing hard, and faster. Both hands now grip the table, white knuckled, sweat rolling down his brow as he pulls his whole weight into each forward stroke. He raises his head, looking eye to eye with the picture of the young woman beneath him. It's more then he can take, and he let's out a loud, long moan, exploding insider her, wave after wave of pent up cum pulsing into her. Spent, he frees his now deflated cock from her. He looks at the mess he made, the fading red marks, the thick cum dripping from the swollen lips of her pussy, and feels the pride of a job well done. He ties closed his robe, and leaves.

Amy was slowly growing impatient, its been several minutes allready and she even had started hearing someone walk in behind her... so as soon as she felt a hand on her ass she let out a delighted little coo, she started to talk but at that exact moment a staff opened the door to her stall , seeing her restrained they went to leave only to catch a little detail the other staff forgot... a moment later a red fist sized ball was firmly between her teeth as the black strap of the ball gag was buckled into place... speaking was indeed forbidden here. You let your body do the talking. And so it did, jumping at the rough smack, wiggling a tad as her supple round ass was roughly groped. A muffled groan of pleasure making its way to the mans ears as her other cheek was slapped, visibly arching her back to present her pretty pink little pussy as it leaked down her spread theighs. She couldn't talk, but her body was speaking for her... and it only had good things to say about what was being done to it~<3 As she felt something thin and dextrose test the waters prodding barely as her snatch and simply stroking it at surface level sent a shiver of anticipation down her spine, and the thicker meaty length that slapped against her ass promised that anticipation was going to be sated soon~<3... Or... so she thought? He pulled away, she felt nothing for a long few moments... what was probably only a minute or two dragged on for what felt like hours for the squirming wall slut... she wasn't sure what happened... did he leave? What the hell.. She barely noticed his cockhead lining up before he smacked her ass and sank deep into her hot twitching clenched little pssu as she screamed in a mix of surprise and ecstasy, sounds of flesh on flesh as his hips clapped against her ass, sounds of flesh on wood as the rough deep fucking thrusts shook her entire body and slammed her theighs against the wood over and over, sounds of metal and plastic shaking and shuddering as the stockade shook with her neck and wrists firmly held in place. There was a cacophony of sounds filling the little space around them... but the sweet moans of amys bliss had to be one of the best even through her gag. But the dick behind her wouldn't care for any of that, that thick throbbing rod of cock seemed to only care for the molten hot pulsing walls of fuckflesh wrapped around it, for the slick dripping drool her pussy was coating his length with every deep indifferent thrust, for the pulsing twitching clenching of the textured folds gripping and grinding along every inch of veiny, throbbing, fucking cockmeat that used it And as it did one last deep thrust before pulling out and plunging into her tighter then tight puckered little ass. All of a sudden she was grateful for the staffs insistance on lube and the effort they had in making sure it would be fun for all. Her clean little pucker was anabsolute furnace wrappes around his length, slick a lubed with a heated pink jell that coated his cock quickly with every deep rectum ravaging thrust. But no matter how much lube she had it didn't make it any less tight,her puckered starfish visibly getting dragged up and down his shaft with every thrust, even having a little pink of her assholes lining visible for a moment as that cock was borderline ravaging her ass. Those last few deep frenzied thrusts that fucked a thick wad of cum into her clenched little pucker made amy shudder as she felt him do his last ball draining, asshole painting, cum splattering thrust... As he pulled out her pussy was soaked and twitching with unfulfilled need. Well her cum leaking ass was slightly gaped, the faint little prolapse of her ass was quick to slide back into place... the gape? Was far slower as the dripping cum drooled down her taint. With that last little smack amy was left waiting for her next visitor during this long... long night~ (Note for whos next, staff can clean things up if you want to avoid fucking another mans sloppy seconds, that said this is completely optional but should be noted as "staff cleaned" at the start of your post so i can keep track)

Harlan walked into the room marked "STOCKADE", the heels of his bots thudding on the wooden floor. After the silence of the deep, soft carpet of the rest of the club the noise and echo off the hard walls seemed deafening. There was one pretty ass presented. Above it hung a picture of the girl. Dark and pretty, with bright green eyes. He stopped behind her, placed a hand on her ass and leaned close to the picture. "Well, that's a bold choice." He observed aloud as he stood upright. "Let's see what we've got her shall we?" He asked. Knowing she wouldn't answer - the rules forbade it. He smacked the round flesh of her presented ass and watched appreciatively as it jiggled, the pink heat raising on her skin. Harlan's strong, hard hand grabbed her other ass cheek and squeezed, giving it a rough shake. He gave that cheek a quick slap as well before he used both hands to spread her cheeks wide. He whistled appreciatively and let one side go. He stroked her slick snatch with one finger and knelt behind her to examine the luscious slit. "That'll do real nice." He chuckled. He stood up, unzipped his pants, pulled his cock out and smacked her ass with it. Then he waited, stepping back and stroking his curved prick while she stewed, grinning to himself. He looked toward the entrance and saw no other patrons arriving yet, so he let her wait a while longer. He stepped close on his toes, careful to be quiet and lined his cock up with her slippery fuckhole. He slapped her ass hard and drove his prick deep into her waiting, aching cunt with one hard thrust. She was hot, wet and welcoming and Harlan bit back a groan. He plowed her tight little cunt with long, hard strokes, the rough fabric of his jeans rubbing her thighs and ass cheeks. He fucked for his pleasure alone, unconcerned with whether the nameless pussyhole was enjoying herself. Harlan merely pounded away, working toward is own release. He looked down and saw the pink star of her asshole and decided he'd avail himself of that little treat too. So he slammed the long arc of his prick into her sopping cunt once more and pulled completely out only to plunge into her ass with the same, savage, single push. He didn't manage to completely stifle his moan this time. He took long, fast thrusts, watching as the little pink ring stretch and clung to his shaft as he bulled his way into her bowels. He could feel his orgasm rushing up on him and grabbed the girl's hips and began to hammer away mercilessly until finally he made a final, frenzied push as his cum boiled into her ass. He stood, his jeans covered crotch pressed tightly to her ass, shivering and quivering as jets of cum spurt into her. When the last wave had died away, Harlan pulled his cock free and watched for a moment as a drop of cum trickled out of her puckered asshole and onto her glistening pink slit. He smacked her ass and walked away in silence.

Its amazing what you can find if you look hard enough. some people may look for a seedy club where they can pick up a partner, go back home and have a nice evening fucking each other into a cum covered mess. others are a little more daring, looking for places aimed at a little anonymous fun, be it glory holes where you never see your partner as they suck your cock dry through a wall or maybe where you get to suck and fuck a fella without ever putting a face to that fat throbbing prick of theirs? others still want something a little more... forced... but still dont want to know whoever is the one giving them all this sweet sweet relief~ one of them might get off on the idea of finding a place, with a lot of guys coming and going, where they can lock themselves in a stockade their upper body in one room well their lower body was on full display, legs spread apart in their own restraints as any Man who wanted to could enter the room, fuck her tight wet little pussy full of cum with that hard throbbing cock of theirs before moving on to the next girl, well the next guy gets a go at either of her holes. Amy fell into that last category. her nerves where alight, her body tingling with anticipation... looking at the big backlit sign reading "Stock Broken" in front of a conspicuous little sex club... it was not exactly the most popular place, but it was the only one in town that catered to her specific... "goals". if she went in their, signed a waver, and willingly let herself get set in the stocks... she wouldn't be let out till tomarrow morning... no matter how many guys fucked her, no matter how filled with cum she got, no matter how much she begged for the pleasure to stop... short of an actual medical emergency, once she was in there... she was there for the night. ....and the ache of need between her theighs and the slowly soaking spot down there to match made it all the more obvious to amy that she wanted this. getting set up was... astonishingly easy, as soon as she worked up the nerve to do it and walked in, she was quickly able to find where the stocks where set up, signed the waver and walked right in to where she would spend the next several hours... she came early... this section of the club only opened up when they had atleast one girl willing to get set up... it seemed like... she was the first of the night... walking into this empty wooden floored room, she eyed around... spotting several holes in the walls set up at several heights probably for different types of bodies and positions... even spotting a couple fuzzy cuffs that could have been used to hold her legs up well getting her cunt stuffed missionary. but then she saw it she didn't want to know who was fucking her, but she wanted them to know what she looked like. taking the option the staff had offered she walked up to the little hole in the wall that had her picture freshly printed out taped above it. her olive skin making a lovely pairing with her dark straight hair and grassy green eyes, not that any guy she was seeing tonight would get to see more then her ass, theighs, and slick little snatch tonight... she was here to get used~ and she was loving that idea. stripping down to nothing but her bare body, she quickly folded up her belonging and poked her head through the hole, setting her stuff off to the side... there was a little cushioned bench for her to rest her belly and breasts on. there was a staff waiting for her, along with the stockade that would keep her here for the forseeable future. she felt that needy ache in her belly again as she bit her lips, feeling a little of her own pussy juice trickling down her thigh as the staffmember was adjusting the stocks to her height. with just a moment of hesitation amy put her neck and wrists in the cushioned black stockade, feeling it clamp down on the back of her neck as her body was locked in place, and with the click of the timed lock, she was stuck here for the next 8 hours. not even the staff who locked her in could let her out before then even if they wanted to, only the manager had the release key and they only used it if something was physically wrong. she was stuck here for the night, exposed from her waist down, her belly resting on the little cushioned edge of the hole, she felt her ankles getting cuffed, a metal spreader holding her legs apart, exposing her slick pink quivering pussy for all too see, along with her puckered little starfish of an asshole. her body felt like it was burning with anticipation as the staff walked away out of this little side room, she was alone now... her breathing heavy, her desire building, her ears straining to hear the sounds of footsteps... for the little signs that her first partner for this wonderfully long, erotic night would be arriving... a few minutes pass... and she thinks she hears someone coming? (BONUS RULES: Hey there! I want to keep this to what i understand as the spirit of the club so im taking on a little note here on how im planning this to go! 1. You get exactly 1 Post by this I mean you will probably start your post by starting to fuck amy, maybe after a little foreplay or spanking, and you will end with you cumming/pulling out and leaving so the next club member can have a go. 2. I will try and reply to Amy getting fucked after each club members post Do Not reply unless "Dreamsnthings" is the most recent reply I want to keep this a somewhat ongoing scene with multiple different partners, to facilitate this I need a chance to respond after every time i have been fucked 3. length is not my main concern, content is its fine if you cant write the longest reply to whatever was the most recent reply from me, that said if you give me more interesting material to work with I will probably have a nice kinky reply for you to read later on~<3 4. If you have gone once, wait for other dreamers to have a shot before going in for round 2 I hope im fun enough for some people to want more, but if thats the case let others have turns in the spirit of this club... actually not even 100% if you can join back in later on here... 5. Have fun this is a cheep shot as a number 5, but seriously, dont force a reply if your not feeling my most recent post, skip it, i plan to reply to this often so you can just come play with me when your really feeling whatever just happend~<3 If you read all that, then im looking forward to having you inside me~ whoever you are~<3 )

( It was actually a happy accident since I did it in first person. If this was in third person, that would've been impossible to pull off (⁠^⁠～⁠^⁠;⁠)⁠ゞ)

As I was brought back to a nearby apartment building, we went to an elevator and you quickly pinned me against the wall for a kiss while guiding my hand to your pants. I felt warm as my hand rubbed against your pants while making out since I also feel my panties staining. It felt like we were kissing for a long time through my drunken state and I quickly felt my body missing something when you pulled back. We walked to your apartment, our bodies still sticking close to each other and once we enter your room, I quickly kicked my shoes off to get comfortable. When we got to the bedroom, I sat on your bed, steadying myself from the nausea caused by the vodka. My eyes were seeing colors and I tried to get myself steady. As you straddled on me, I struggled to remove the buttons of your shirt. God, why are buttons such a pain?! It took longer than I wanted to remove them and I also let you remove my top, moaning when I felt your warm mouth engulf my stiff nipple. When you pulled away, I stood up so that you can strip the rest of my clothing. I shivered as I felt you kiss my genital through the fabric of my panties before pulling them down, allowing you to see my soaking vagina. I leaned on my elbows to steady myself but I was still wobbling. I trembled as I felt your length near my sex before letting a load moan out as you pushed into me. I begun to let out choruses of sinful moans as you began to push and pull inside of me and I was getting closer to my orgasm, only for you to pull back. This made me turn to question until you assured me that you have something planned. When questioned if I trust you, I nodded and I was met with your tip on my mouth. I began to suck on your cock and bobbed my head too as I feel your precum coating my mouth and I was pretty enthusiastic to have a taste. When you warned that you were getting close, I worked even faster and it took quite a bit of time until you came in my mouth. I didn't swallow it yet, as per your instruction, and we shared another kiss, letting you taste your fluids too. Pulling back, I swallowed my share before feeling you whisper near my ear, allowing to feel your breath. This sent pleasurable shivers down my spine and I began to listen. The instruction was very embarrassing but at my current state, that doesn't matter. My hands went down to my clitoris, my fingers rubbing against it as I moaned. I grinded against my fingers as I gasped out, "I want to be filled up inside with lots and lots of cum..~" I could feel my nipples stiffening and my body was trembling as I continued to rub my clit before going lower and pushing a few fingers into my hole.

OOC: I just realized that I never checked (and you carefully, and quite cleverly, never said) the original narrator's gender. I don't know if that was an intentional experiment or a happy accident, but I've learned I need to be a lot more careful about the assumptions I make.

Every little touches felt like a ice against my flushed skin and the cold air was enough for my body to stiffen, most especially my nipples. We were in a private area but there is this thrill of someone suddenly coming in to see us in this compromising state which I normally wouldn't like but I was too drunk out of my mind to even process that. I could feel him pull my panties down, giving him a view of my bare butt and my vagina until he eventually pulled it off my feet. I could also feel his hand on my breast, groping and playing with my nipples, letting a gasp escape my lips. Feeling his warm erection against my butt, I grinded against it until it pressed against my soaking genital. I let a muffled moan out as he pushed inside and my hips begun moving as well as I moaned. My walls clenched around his length as I feel him pull me closer, which allowed him to hit deeper within me and I could feel my knees growing weak from the pleasure. It felt as though the surroundings doesn't matter. I could feel his breath on my ear and my body arched as I was edging little by little into my orgasm.

I take your, hand and pull you to a small hall off the main floor. I stroke your cheek, "Would you like to come home with me? I live just around the corner." You nod, though you can barely stand. We step out into the night air. As we walk through the cold white light of the street lamps you lean into me for warmth, because your club wear is not enough for the winter night, and to keep yourself upright. As you shiver against me I stroke your hair "Shh. It's alright, we are almost there." With the smog of the day finally settled, the moon shimmers low in the sky. We could stay like this forever ... In the cramped elevator I pin you to the wall. I plant small kisses against your jaw, and down your bared neck. I guide your hand down, into the top of my pants. The warmth of my cock feels good on your cold hands. Then I slide my hand, under your flimsy top, grabbing your breast. There we are, making out in the sterile buzz of a dying fluorescent lamp. It is only a minute, but it seems longer as the time stretches out from the blur of alcohol, and pheromones. The door opens with a ding. We make the short trip to my apartment. I throw off my coat, you kick off your shoes, as we work are way to the bedroom, are bodies still intertwined. Coming to a stop, finally, you flop onto my bed, sitting with your hands grasping the edge of the bed, trying to steady your dizziness. I straddle you, the worn springs groaning under our combined weight. Your hands fumble with my shirt buttons, finding it difficult to coordinate your fingers, but finally you get them undone. My shirt hangs open, revealing a carefully maintained and toned torso. I raise your hands to my chest. When you have finally steadied yourself against my chest, I smile "I think you're forgetting something". You throw up your arms, and I peel off your top. Now, your breasts bare breasts laid exposed. I lean down, placing my warm lips against one of your hardened nipples, gently sucking, you don't even attempt suppress a low moan. I get down to my knees, and you push up off the bed so I can finish undress you. Your skirt slides down easily enough, revealing your panties. Cotton, printed with teddy bears. It was clear that you hadn't intended for anyone to see them tonight. I smile up at you, placing a kiss on your sex through the fabric to show you how much I adore those. But I slide them off too, pacing them on the floor. I gently suck on your labia. I stand. With my help, you undo the fly on my tight, low-cut jeans. Pulling them back, you can see my dark pubic hair. I slide them down. My erection stands before you, it looks so big this close up. You lean back on the bed, steadying yourself on your elbows, still unsteady. I lower myself down, and feel you tremble as I enter you. My cock fills you. With a steady rhythm, I move, back and forth - in and out. Our breathing grows heavier together. A shivered moan escapes my mouth. You feel the pleasure rising inside of you. You are so close ... and I stop. You look at me, with concern. "It's alright, babe. I have something special planned. Do you trust me?" I cradle your heads in my strong arms, raising it, bring your lips to my waiting cock. You wrap them around me. The wet, warm embrace of your mouth brings me ecstasy. You bob your head back and forth. Sloppy, and drunken, but enthusiastic. I watch you intently as you work. I let out a small moan, and then another. "That's so good baby. I'm so close. But, don't swallow for me, okay." You speed up. I let out a series of short moans, and call out your name as my thick, gooey cum fills your mouth. I kneel down, looking in your eye. Some of my cum is dribbling from the corner of your mouth. I push my lips to yours, kissing you. Our tongues play in each others mouths, mixing with my cum, sharing it between us. I pull away, and swallow. I lean over and whisper in your ear, "Now, there is something even more intimate I want you to do for me. Maybe the most intimate thing. Something private. I want you to masturbate for me. I want to watch you climax, by your own hand. But more then that I want, no need you, to talk dirty while doing it. Tell me what you fantasize about when you masturbate. The secret fantasy, that you haven't told anybody, no matter how ashamed or dirty it makes you feel. And most important me tell me where you want me to cum after doing them to you. There are just too many places to choose from." To prove my point, I kiss your body. I start at the bottom, opening your pussy gently with my fingers and running my tongue along it, allowing it to flip your clitoris. Then I place a soft kiss just above it on your mons. Another just below your navel. I cup my hands around of your breasts, gently suckling on your nipple. Following that, I place another long, passionate kiss on your lips, lingering letting the remnants of my cum mix with the taste of your wetness. Finally, I place a kiss on your cheek. I whisper again "And, if you do that for me then I will do all of those things for you ... or to you."

"Well, Candy - look at you." Dave said, basketball game forgotten in the light of the nearly naked nymph in front of him. Her nipples were plain to see through the tight, thin fabric of her bikini top. Unlike Tammy there wasn't stray cunt hairs sticking out of her bikini bottoms here and there. He reached out and stroked her hip. "She's pretty pissed - be a while before she can even stumble out." He wrapped the string of her tied bow around his finger as he spoke. He tugged and the bow pulled free, leaving her bottoms hanging precariously by just the simple knot. "Plenty of time for us to have some fun." He said, smiling as he slipped his finger under the knot and undid it. The triangles of fabric at the front and back fell to the other side, revealing her light, neatly trimmed pubic patch. "Well now," he said, smiling up from his chair before his eyes fell back to her sparsely covered mound, "who's that all polished up for?" Heslid his finger between her legs and could feel the first drops of dew gathering. He flexed in his chair, bridging his ass off the seat and slid his basketball shorts to his knees. He sank back on to the seat and shook the shorts to his ankles and kicked them toward the kitchen. His erect cock curved upwards out of his thick, dark pubic hair. Dave nodded at it, "Never even stuck it in her, Candy so it's all nice and fresh for you." He tugged her forward by the remaining side of her bikini bottoms and slid them over her hip, letting them drop to the floor. Dave guided her to his lap, "You excited, Candy? Go ahead and take that top off, too."

Note: You are encouraged to create and define preexisting relationships between the characters as you see fit - be they romantic, familial or just social - to make things more interesting A small group of teen boys and girls, and if truth be told one tween, sit cross-legged on the green shared carpet of the finished basement turned rec room. They are all in various states of undress. In the middle is a deck of cards, and each player has been dealt a hand. They have taken the opportunity of one of their parents being out of time to hold a game night. Their game of choice: Strip poker. It's the end of the round. Johnny knows he's lost this one. Not that he's won a single hand today. He drops his cards to the floor, revealing a pair of 3's. The other losers start removing various articles of clothing. Everybody turns to Johnny - because he was about to be the first person to remove their last piece of clothing. He stands, his circle of closest peers staring back at him. Johnny was not the youngest person in the circle, but he was a late bloomer and this added to his embarrassment. There was still some roundness in his face, which had started turning red. The pinkness of his erection can be seen through the briefs they are straining against. He closes his eyes, and hooks his thumbs in his waist band. He shimmies out of his briefs as fast as he can, before quickly clasping his hands together to hide his exposed genitals. The winner cries out "No fair. That's cheating." Johnny folds his hands behind his back. Before him stands four inches of a fresh pink erection, framed with a light dusting of peach fuzz that will one day be real pubes. He stares at the floor, though it does little to hide his shame. After everyone has had plenty of time to stare, the hosts asks "Johnny, do you want to keep playing?" It is a real conundrum. Since he is naked, the stakes will get higher. But he only agreed to this game in the first place because he thought he might see one of the girls naked and he would be damned if he stop without doing it. Besides, Johnny is not going to let his friends call him chicken. He meekly nods his head. The host again asks "And you know what that means." "Yes..." Johnny answers, though he still feels the eyes on him and can't bear to look up "If an already nude player looses, they have to take a dare from the winner. They can't refuse." The host calls out "You heard the man. Deal him in". Johnny returns cross legged on the floor. He dealt last round, so this turn the deal was on his left, and he watches as the cards get dealt out. Jokes are made. A few lewd suggestions for what Johnny can do when he looses again are thrown out. A couple of the girls are making side way glances at Johnny's crotch. He's trying hard to tune it out. He picks up his hand. Two pair. It isn't bad. But it isn't good either, and he can't afford to loose this round. Everyone takes a turn to draw new cards if they wish. Johnny ditches a card, to draw. Success. A full house, sevens high. The host calls out "Alright, show 'em if you've got 'em". As each player takes their turn Johnny holds his breath with anticipation, and with each hand that hits the floor he lets out a sigh of relief. Finally, it gets to him. He lays out the his hand, a wide smile across his face. There was only one hand left to be played, by the dealer. The dealer reveals an 8. Then a 9. A knot forms in the pit of Johnny's stomach. The dealer shows a 10. A Jack. Then they hold up the last card, showing the back to the room, building anticipation. Johnny hopes he's being toyed with. The dealer flips the card, revealing King. Once more, Johnny has lost. But how bad could it be ...

Formatting on mobile is a pain. Not much to be done about the extra line spacing, so sorry. Hauled backwards by hands strong and manicured Leering, jeering voices the scent of man, odor of sweat and damp towel A loud click then it begins Cocks. A sea of foreskin, flared heads in every hue First one finds cunt and another mouth In moments hard hands lifting pale, slender body trapped between soft mass and hard muscle Ass filled too And thrusting thrusting thrusting Semen cum sperm Thick ropes of strangers' jizz. In you On you Some thick, rich and welcome Some thin, greasy, bitter gruel One so big it hurts One so small it goes unnoticed Always thrusting thrusting thrusting Semen cum sperm Faces grin and grunt and groan Body aches, used, filled, slick with orgasm, slime and sweat Still more, then splayed and gaping from over use two fat cocks press into open cunt Cheering, claps and load of seed in eyes Hair glued down with slobber mixed with sperm Horror? Terror? Exhaustion Exultation Still more thrusting thrusting thrusting Semen cum sperm Storm of cocks invading finally dies down Quiet Air is thick with sex Scent of cum and musk and balls Shower turns on Someone drops a towel like a blindfold

Finally, a man steps forward from the crowd. He is the on the fat side of burly, his body covered with course hair. A wicked grin is on his lips. He drops his hair, revealing a cock that isn't large, but is thick. The hooting and hollering of the by standers reverberate in the closed in showers. Some shout out suggestions. He doesn't need them. He knows exactly what he wants. One massive hand, shoves her from behind, hard against the tile wall. The other, reaches between her legs. He runs a pudgy finger, the length of her labia. Leaning in close, he asks in a hoarse voice "Is this what you want". She nods her head meekly. He inserts the fat knuckled finger into her sex, caressing it up an down - he feels her contract against him, shuddering as she moans. He inserts another, causing her to flinch. The hot steamy water, rolling down their bodies, but he wants the audience to have a better view of what happens next. He pushes his body against hers, hard, with his now free hand he pulls the lever to shut off the water, just a slow steady drip between them. The smell of lust hangs heavy in the air. He forces his manhood into her. Thrusting, in and out. His large body pressing hers into the cold ceramic. One hand reaches around to her breast, so soft and warm, gripping it tightly. The tale-tell yellow green bruising rising up from her soft fresh. He grunts, a visceral animal sound, as he nears climax. "Oh yes. Oh yes, baby." With a low moan, he releases a wave of warm cum into the woman. His strong hands grab her by the waist, and turning her around. She is now eye to eye with the man who shot his load inside of her. Behind him, she can see gathered men of all descriptions, watching with rapt attention closing closer around them for a better view. Most now stand nude, their erections showing. A are playing with themselves, waiting for a turn of their own. Those two massive hands run slowly up her sides. They cup her breasts, showing a gentility that they were missing before coming to rest on her shoulders. With soft pressure, he pushes down to her knees. Bringing her eye level with his belly, just at the point of hanging over. He presses his still stiff cock gently to her lips, still covered in their shared juices, "Look at that mess you've made. You should really clean that up."

I should have been angry with Tammy: was angry, in a way, for spoiling my day at the beach. But I wasn't - worried, yes, because she drinks too much and it isn't good for her - but not really angry. Jealous, maybe: she didn't deserve Dave, he shouldn't have to put up with her drinking and being so .... well, slutty. I like Dave. Yes he has a rough hard edge but he makes me laugh - and I like it when he is nice to me, compliments me, makes me feel ...attractive... desirable .... sexy. I find him sexy too, even though admitting it brings a flush to my face. If I was Dave's I wouldn't drink and pass out and leave him to call my sister, I would.... well I would... you know ...I would do it ... Well I would, and I'm not going to be ashamed of it, and I bet I'd do it better than Tammy anyway. I look good in my bikini but I think of throwing a sun dress over it but then why should I? I have a good body, it's summer, it's hot, nothing wrong with being in a bikini when I've had to drive back from the beach ... and anyway I bet Dave would like to see my bikini - me in my bikini - I bet he will like me in it and say something nice. I let myself in, he is lying back watching the game and doesn't hear me till I am standing in front of him: right in front of him; very close - in my very skimpy bikini, with my face flushed and my stiff nipples poking through the thin stretchy fabric.

After the run back at the clubhouse just a bit of fun a sort of dare, to myself. Into the men’s changing rooms stripping off men laughing at my boldness cheers, crude remarks laughter. Naked arms raised face tilted up warm water cascading over my bare body caressing every part of me as the men cheer and laugh at my daring. Then a hand on my breast. My breath catching my body tensing not knowing quite what to do not having thought this through my head still back eyes closed not daring to open them standing very still not knowing how to react.

It's hard to tell if he's pushing you or holding you up as you make your way to the isolated backroom. You know that it's here but isn't it closed during the week? There's a door to the patio too, but it's hard to focus. He guides you to the red leatherette padded rail of the bar. You've leaned your arms on it on warm, summer evenings when the outer doors are open to the sultry night air. The doors are closed now though. He turns you to face the bar and you can feel him pushing your skirt up. "Shhh" he whispers as his rough hands paw your ass through your panties, "let me help you unwind, sweetie." He pushes your panties down to your knees and stands back. He's holding your skirt up with one hand and you hear his zipper. "Let's have those off and those legs spread." Is he suggesting or demanding - through the vodka fog it's hard to tell. You feel him pull them the rest of the way down and pull them off your feet. You can't see it but he tucks them into his back pocket next to a teal pair of expensive lace undies. Little corners of both poke out. He returns to his feet and lifts your skirt again. "Oh yeah..." You hear him breathe, "that's real nice." He pays your ass playfully and gives it an appreciative squeeze. "I don't know who's gonna love this more." He steps close and reaches around, up, under your shirt and pushes your bra over your breast and his rough, calloused hand are squeezing your tits. It's frenzied and urgent, his need palpable through his hands. You can feel his prick, hard and hot against the crevasse of you butt. One hand leaves your breast as the other begins to toy with your nipple. You can feel him guiding his throbbing cock between your legs. He rubs it against your sensitive slit for a moment before you feel it pressing into you. He is insistent and demanding and forces his length into you. In moments he is thrusting greedily, as both hands use your tits as handles to pull you onto him. You can feel his breath, rapid and shallow against your ear and cheek as he grunts his way toward an orgasm.

It has been a stressful day at work and nothing beats a drink after work. The lights were blinding me but it didn't really matter, all that matters is me releasing tension. I took a shot of vodka and I felt slightly tipsy. That wasn't enough... So I took another shot and another until I can barely think. I heard a chair move beside me and I quickly looked to see that an attractive person sat beside me as they asked, "You're alone?" To which I replied, "Just wanted to unwind for a bit." Looking at the person properly, they were really my type and I was flirting with them teasingly, thinking that it would surely go nowhere. That was until a slow song played that they invited me for a dance, to which I accepted despite my mind not fully sober. It was full of soft touches that went slightly more intimate than expected and before I knew it, I agreed to follow them to a private area. (LIMIT: No scat or piss please.)

This says little sister, that's what it was originally drafted for, but it's an open prompt. Could be her brother, best friend or alien abductors - let's see what you've got. Dave rolled off Tammy with a frustrated grunt. She was blazed and passed out. He could nut in her - it wouldn't be the first time he'd filled her sleeping cunt with cum, but there just wasn't any joy in it. Unless she was going to guzzle cum like the slut she was, there wasn't much point to giving it to her. Instead, he pulled on a pair of basketball shorts and took stock in the mirror. His new tattoo was healing nicely and the naked Asian chick with a dragon head between her thighs looked hot as fuck. He was still buff and well defined - years on the football team followed by years on the heavy end of a shovel had seen to that. He picked up Tammy's pack of menthols, helped himself to one and lit it. 'Fuck her - if she was going to pass out rather than fuck, she could give up the smokes.' He thought, exhaling a cloud of smoke as he walked out of the big bedroom at the end of the trailer. He grabbed his phone off the dresser and called Tammy's little sister, "It's Dave - Tammy's fucked up again. Come get her and take her home." He hung up without waiting for her response. She'd come running - she always did. She was always flirting with him and would jump at the chance to come over. He was kind of surprised she hadn't shown up a half hour ago asking id he knew where Tammy was. "She was suckin' my dick until you knocked." was his usual answer and the girl had always giggled. He flopped into the recliner in the front room and turned on the game. Tammy's friend, Roxy, had left a half finished beer, and Dave gave it the side eye before deciding the skank probably wasn't safe to drink after. He hauled himself out of the chair and dumped the beer in the trash on his way to the fridge. He cracked the beer and took a swig as he walked over and unlocked the front door. He pounded half the beer before he sank back into the chair and turned the basketball game on.

The end of summer was always such a bittersweet moment. The fun times were coming to an end, and the dread of having to return to school again in a week or two setting in. But still, you couldn't help but feel good about the cool breeze coming and the change of the seasons. It was a little more intense for me this year, since I'd be going off to my first year of college. Leaving home and everything familiar for an entirely new experience which I was excited for, as well as anxiety filled. Mom and Dad, in their admirable effort, took it upon themselves to throw me a going away pool party. They were even being so 'cool' as to provide some alcohol. I could not be more pretending to be shocked. The intent was appreciated, but unfortunately all my friends had already taken off to get a head start on settling in and/or they were sick of this shitty town as everyone else was. So in the end, all it was going to amount to was getting drunk by the pool... which I've been doing on a regular basis for years... only this time with the approval of my attending parents, maybe a couple of their friends or neighbors... and my little sister Theresa. I could at least enjoy getting tipsy with her, but she's likely dreading it more than I am. 'Yeah, Tyler... celebrate you leaving me here alone with our parents... real fun!' she'd likely say. We were about the right amount of years apart in age that I was always there and able to prepare and help her through the shit I had just recently gone through... and other good big brother stuff. And this was going to be worse for her because as I was heading off to college, she was going into dreaded high school. And she'd have no one at home she could confide in. Though I told her she could call me anytime, even if I was completely fucked up or getting laid I'd still answer. 'Sick fuck!' she laughed. Honestly, I was going to miss her a lot, too. Especially considering she's just now at that age where she's not a kid anymore and becoming cool to hang out with. But as I sat there waiting by myself there wasn't any sign of her. I was getting a little worried. I'm pretty sure she wouldn't miss this and I had already gotten of couple drinks in me and felt a buzz starting to kick in. I can't get wasted and trash the pool by myself! Well... I could, but it wouldn't be nearly as fun! But as anxious as I was for her to get out here, I wasn't quite prepared for what I saw when she finally did. Even though we joke around, I still saw my little sister as my... little sister. Turns out she isn't quite so little anymore. I thought it was someone else at first glance. I'm not sure if she got a new bikini for the occasion, or if I just never payed attention before. She wasn't about to burst out of her top or anything, but it was struggling. I'd say roughly a handful each... with enough heft to provide a nice bounce with every step she took. And I'm not an expert on female swimwear so I'm not sure what the technical term is... if there is one... but the bottom wasn't exactly a thong, but it covered very little of her backside. Most of it swallowed up by her curvy backside, leaving about 85-90% of bare cheeks exposed. Her legs were long and not as skinny as I remember and her body was tight and toned. She did do cross-country and swim team, I guess. But this is the first time I saw her like THIS... It was a gambit of thoughts, emotions, and eye-averting... Then completely observing when she wasn't looking. Not only revealing, that new bikini was incredibly tight. We'd take a dip in the pool to cool off after a drink or so. After climbing out of the pool... her wet, glistening body... a couple points poking through her top caught my attention. But more than that... her insistence on climbing out before me allowed me to witness how her bottoms would cling to her like wet tissue. And as she leaned over to pull herself up, her buttocks parted so I could bear witness to her pouty pussy lips pressing through... as if inviting me inside. Even the dent and puckers of her little asshole could be seen. As the evening went on and the more drunk I got... the thoughts of 'Quit thinking about your sister like that you sick fuck' began to morph into, 'She's probably doing it to tempt you'. By the time all the other guests had left and mom and dad went back inside the voice was just telling me to do it. You'd be leaving soon anyway. You have to know how it feels... Eventually, after our final dip it began to get a little cool. With a shiver she told me she'd go over to the guest house, (Yeah, I know, shut up), to grab some towels. I waited maybe a whole 3-5 seconds before I followed her. She left the sliding door open which I closed quietly as I entered. Theresa promptly made her way to the cupboards with spare towels and opened it up as I moved in directly behind her, pressing my already partially hard phallus against her backside, gripped her hips and pulled her against me as my erection grew. Not sure whether she'd go along with it or immediately freak out, but either way... I have to know how it feels... (Limits: Scat and extreme violence/gore. Reply as the sister, if that wasn't clear for some reason... I assume it's obvious BUT YOU NEVER KNOW. I think that's it?)