DoctoroMindbender

Eric kneels down in front of Sapphire. He places a gentle kiss, just above her opening, before gently placing another lower, sucking softly on her labia. A manicured finger, the skin soft, brushes up from below, collecting a dribble of mix juices leaking out of Sapphire. Eric looks up at her, with big puppy dog eyes. Using an exaggerated gusto, he brings it up to the tip of his tongue. "Mmm. My favorite. Would you like some." He asks, his tone playful, letting her know this isn't a demand, and Sapphire is free to refuse or not as she wishes.

"Larger then average, but not a monster if that's what you're asking. Six inches, give or take a couple of centimeters long. 4 inches, maybe a smidge more, across. Maybe when he's ready again I'll show it to you," Eric answers honestly. "I just feel bad you didn't get to finish. If you're not feeling too sore, maybe I could clean up that mess I made. Just the gentlest of kisses, and touching, I promise." He leans a little, playfully "Well, and my tongue. To get into all those hard to reach nooks and crannies."

He smile back, "I guess you already figured out my name isn't daddy." - though with jokes that bad it might as well be. "I'm Eric".

Eric ducks away into the small alcove, with medical and grooming supplies just for these occasions. He returns with an ice pack, and soft clean towel. He hands them over "I really did need that. Thank you. If you ever need the favor returned, just ask. I promise not to be so rough next time."

Pleasure rose up through Eric's body. He lets out a low guttural moan as one thick wave after another of cum shoots deep into Sapphire. But, his cock is still hard. The tears, the raw chaffing of Sapphire's insides keep him that way. He keeps pushing. He grunts, letting out soft whimper as he cums again. Less this time, quick spurts, until it finally descends to a dribble. Spent, Eric pulls out. It had been a long time, and he hadn't realized how much he needed that right now. He squats slightly, leaning on his knees to catch his breath. Then he sits beside Sapphire on the bench, putting an arm around her. He brings his other hand to the tip of his cock, rolling a rogue drop of cum onto it. Touching the cum covered finger to Sapphires nose he says "Boop. Did daddy's little cum hole learn her lesson." His demeanor shifts. He lets the put on heirs used for flirting and sexual games slides. Of course he knows it's a lie. That lie is why he comes to a sprawling night club where strangers have anonymous sex - that consensual lie. Truthfully, he thought he gave Sapphire what she wanted, it was certainly what she offered, but he's afraid he misread the cues and went to far. "You alright. That got a little intense. Can I get you anything, water from the bar?"

Eric prides himself on his composure and poise. But he has lost control and all of that slips, he is an animal. He grabs the back of the bench with a white knuckled grip. His muscles tense. He is slamming his full weight into Sapphire. If before he didn't care, now he is trying to actively hurt her. Over and over again. "I wish you mother could see us baby. See daddy fucking his little cock sleeve that she grew inside of her." The bench rattles from the weight, straining against the bolts, each time Eric slams into Sapphire, "I'm going to come into you, just like I cam into mommy to make you." He throws back his head, letting out a load moan "Daddy's going to fill you with his cum. A thousand little brothers and sisters, swimming around your womb." He body shutters, "If you're good daddy will give you a little sister. You can have the little sister you always wanted growing in your tummy." As he approaches the edge, he slams harder, he knows he can't actually pierce Sapphire's cervix, but he's still trying. He wants to do as much damage to her body, in and out, as he can before he cums "I'm close baby, is daddy's little cum dump ready ....."

Eric, shoves Sapphire back, causing her to stumble onto a bench, her legs still open. He lines up his cock with her swollen pussy. His cock looks so big, next her small slit. Eric grabs Sapphire by the back of her head, forcing her look down "That cock made you. Now it's going to destroy you. " He pushes it in, slow, but with weight, as far as he can, forcing Sapphire against the hard wooden bench. Then, he pulls back, and slams down hard, trying to push past the resistance, bashing Sapphire's bear flesh hard against her seat. "Is that what you want. You want daddy to destroy your insides. And again. "Is that what you want! Your womb to be a crushed pulp mixed with your own daddy's cum!?" He raises his voice, as his rhythm speeds up. Hot, hard, and heavy, not caring how much he hurts Sapphire.

Eric drops his pants "That's all you are. Just a hole for the cock that made you. You're daddy's little masturbation toy. And I'm going to punish you. I'm going to hurt you with my cock. Use you dispose of all my cum. That's all a slut like you is good for." He takes one step, then the other freeing himself of the slacks entirely. "When you were growing in your mother's belly, I used to push it so far inside of her she said I was fucking both of you at once. That's what I'm going to do to you." He stands straight, letting his bulge stick out prominently "Well, young lady. You better take out daddy's cock so he can punish you."

Well, Eric didn't expect this little treat. He undoes his pants, leaving his erection straining against his briefs. He takes Sapphires hands in his, pressing them against his bulge, so that she can feel the warmth through the thin fabric. "My little girl is all grown up. You used to be my baby, now you're daddy's cum rag. I put this in mommy to make you. Now I'm going to put inside of you. Is that what you want. You want daddy's seed inside of you, inside of that little pussy he made."

Erik, having struck out at the bar, is cutting through to another play room. Though he is just old enough to start showing some grey at the temples, and he was just starting to grow some softness around his middle he is still fit and lean - and looking for a good time. But, as luck would have it, he found just the prefect someone waiting in the entrance. He looks down at Sapphire, and smiles. "Well, what does it say here. Free. Just imagine that. Someone giving away a perfectly good fleshlight. It would be a shamed if no one used it." With that, he begins to undo his fly.

Alex takes a deep breath, and tries to collect his thoughts. "Um .. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt you, " Alex bumbles through his words "It's just well. I'm new here and haven't met a lot of other people yet." His head is turned slightly away, to keep from staring. He gets the sinking impression that he is missing something. "Oh, right ... I'm Alex. Nice to meet you. Are you one of the other students?"

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."

Alex stops dead in his tracks, as he sees the woman with fire dancing from her hand. She's clearly not a nymph or dryad, their nature opposes summoning fire, and he can't detect the distinctive shimmer of an djinn. This must be a human, one of the first he's ever met. He thinks to himself: Keep it cool. He does not. It takes all his strength to keep down the butterflies in his stomach. His cheeks are flush, tinted rose with excitement and bashfulness. He realizes he is staring, which is not a good look on anybody. He takes a deep breath, inhales. He approaches the young woman "Sorry to intrude."

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 ...

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."

Eric, is a middle aged gentlemen with neatly trimmed, salt and pepper hair. Beneath the starched white collar of his shirt, is a body that is starting to go soft around the edges with age, but still fit and athletic. He sits at the bar, sipping on his bourbon - the usual. From his spot at the bar Eric has a view of the entire dining area. His steely grey eyes scan the room for something, for someone. Drinking alone was not the reason Eric chose this club. Like everyone else, he is looking for a good time. He knows that coming to a bar to pickup women is cliche, but what's wrong with a drink and little flirting first.

A new day, and a new place. Alex's stomach churns with a mixture of excitement, and if he is being honest fear. This ... place is a long way from the vineyards where he grew up. He is also surprised by how quiet it is. Though, at this hour perhaps he shouldn't be. His hooves lightly clack on the pavers, as he turns through an archway into the open expanse of the court yard. He takes a deep breath, the fresh air helping to still his nerves. Hooking his thumbs in his belt, he starts to sing to himself in his native ancient Grecian dialect.

That works

Sounds like a plan

I'm pretty open, if you've got some ideas you want to toss out. For students: Karnis, the LuBelle Sisters, Julia Paternus or Molly Pascal all look like they would all be fun pairings with Alex, all in completely different ways. On the staff, I'll admit I have a weakness for Mary Blackwater.

@JennyDK Fair enough. How about, since he's a new first year student trying to find his dorm room walks into the wrong one, to a fair amount of embarrassment.

@JennyDK I'll have to take you up on that. He gets caught by a staff member trying to bring alcohol onto campus, and attempts to awkwardly flirt his way out of it.

Alexander (Alex) Age: 17 Sex: Male Orientation: Pansexual Race: Satyr Position: 1st year Physical Description: A fae, androgynous Satyr, with medium length curled hair worn loose down to his shoulders, or pulled back when safety demands. His clothing choices tend towards gender neutral, and loose fitting, though often showing some of his slender built torso. This is usually accented with simple jewelry. Alex's legs are covered in soft brown fur, terminating in a hooves. Personality: Outwardly, Alex bucks the stereotypes of Satyrs. He is quiet, introverted and often flustered. That is, until he stands under the stage lights, or with a half empty chalice of wine in his hand. Background: Alex is a member of the the roiling perpetual revel pf Dionysus. A never ending party is a mixed blessing, especially when you don't meet the hypermasculine ideals pushed on you by the culture you were born in. However, those same traits along with the mental acumen Alex showed in memorizing drama, poetry and music made him the perfect choice for the court of Dionysus to send off to bring back new information about the human world. When offered the chance, he eagerly jumped on it, eager for a new adventure on his own turns. Skills Orphic Mysteries: Alex has been initiated into the Orphic mysteries, giving him training as a cross disciplinary performer. While singing is what he is best at, he is also an orator, actor and a multi-instrumentalist - all be it instruments more at home in Classical Greece then the modern world. Powers Gift of Song: As part of his Orphic training he has learned to use his voice to influence the emotions of others. Singing is the usual way he uses this ability, but it's not a strict requirement. Small changes are easier, as are invoking emotions that match his current mental state. More difficult uses of this ability are possible but require more time, and more exposure to Alex's voice. Alternatively, this ability can be used with a specially constructed pan pipe or other simple woodwind instrument.