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Babysitter

"We're getting a babysitter?" John yelled.

"We are getting a housesitter. Don't you speak in that tone of voice to me, young man," the woman replied.

"But Mom," said Thomas, "We can house sit."

"Ha," she replied. "Last time you two were left alone while we were gone on vacation, you two threw a party and the cops almost came by! You know they're going to pass a law holding adults responsible for alcohol served to kids at a party, even if they won't be there!"

John rolled back his eyes, as Thomas glared at him.

(Insert description and bio of twins.)

"But Ma..." John whined.

"No buts, and that's it!" his mother said.

John reflected upon his "conversation" with his mother. It was ridiculous that he and his twin brother had to be babysit -- grounded was more like it -- all week while their parents were on a cruise. All John and Thomas had were DVDs. Their parents took the car keys and their internet connection was down and John wanted some online sex.

Hmm.... sex. John looked at their babysitter and came up with an idea. The family had some lame family games in the basement, and he went off to get them. "I'm gonna get a boardgame," said John.

"A boardgame?" said Thomas, "But they're all so -- "

"Shut up," replied John.

John eventually returned with Twister.

"Twister?" said Thomas, "That's such a lame game. Where's -- "

"Shut up," replied John. "Anyway, this game needs at least three, and I haven't played it in awhile. I'm bored as hell and you're supposed to housesit, so please join us," said John to (babysitter).

"I thought you could play with two," Thomas muttered to himself.

 

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Rescued

Note: Transgendered character

Myavi slowly unrolled the thin diaphanous stocking up her leg. Its sheer black color complimented her genetic tan, as the petite half-Asian, half-European, clipped the thigh-high stocking to her black lacy garterbelt. She then took a small slim satin white ribbon and tied it around the shaft of her cock, just under the head. She smiled as it flaccidly responded to the ribbon's touch. It was simply the excitement of tonight that made her aroused. She then took the lacy black thong, stepped into it, and slid it up her body. It, too, was of satin, and she loved its feeling as it caressed her almost boylike balls, thin with hair. She nestled the cup of the thong against her penis, now slightly more rigid, as is stroked against the sensitive underside. She smiled at it, silently promising it a wonderful night with her rescuer. Next, Myavi took the ruffled panties of her maid uniform and slid them up her legs. They were white on white, and covered the thong completely. She looked at herself in the mirror and was satisfied how it clung to her posterior. She turned around and noted how well her penis pressed against the delicious fabric. The panties held her stiff member only somewhat tightly, allowing it to remain vertical as she wore her costume. She then picked up the lacy black bra and sighed. She wasn't of busty built. She was of small frame and cup. But the bra was functional, discretely hiding while accenting her small breasts. And she knew her lover's desire for lingerie. She made sure to own a bra that could be done from the back or the front -- she blushed as she thought of how she would undress her.

Myavi held up the maid costume against her thin frame. Myavi owned several outfits, and choosing one was always indecision. But she continued with the maid uniform, and stepped into the costume. The front of the costume was all prim and proper. Myavi, in fact, let out the skirt a little lower, just covering the knees. As she turned her back to the mirror, however, it revealed the slutty nature of the wearer. The maid costume had a backless scoop. The top of the uniform tied to the back of her neck, easily undone. She still had sleeves on her forearms. The scoop was trimmed with white ruffles, and ended just below the top of her ass. Myavi pushed down the back of her ruffled panties a bit, so that the crack of her ass was just visible. She lifted the strings of her thongs so that it was quite apparent that she was wearing them.

She then sat down on the cushion in the boudoir and made her face. Dark eyeshadow and mascara complimented the dark lipstick she put on. Her cheeks were blushed with red. She changed her mind here and there, making herself look less like a sluttish clown than an accented young woman, ready to please her lover. She then tied her waist-long hair as best she could into a bun. She pinned it so that, once the pin was removed, her hair would flow down her face and shoulders, telling her lover to take her and do her. She complimented the bun with a maid's headpiece.

Myavi then drew the bath, scenting it with lavender, and setting around it white aromatic candles. She set out the massage table, and dabbed the scented massage oil discretely on her body. Then she checked that the bed was ready, the off-white satin sheets ready to caress the two lovers within.

 

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Subway
http://bluemoonroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=15629

Sefure moaned as his thick hard cock slid deeper into the young woman's pussy. He felt her tight virgin muscles clamp down hard on his penis, sucking him into her, covering his hard rod with her newfound wetness. He had lusted for her all this time, and was surprised that she accepted him so willingly, so wantoningly. He wanted this wonderful pleasurable experience of dirty ecstasy to never end, as the subway trains moved back and forth, a phallic symbol on rails. She had turned her head, and he saw her closely, for the first time. "You are as beautiful as I imagined..." he whispered, pressing her closer. His cock thrust again into her, pushing its way against her virgin flesh. Meanwhile, the light buzzing of the cell phone pressed lower, underneath her waistband of her panties. He found her button, slick and coated with her juices. He then closed his eyes and kissed her deeply, as the vibrating device. As they kissed, he shut his eyes tighter, feeling her warm wet tongue intermingle with his, her hard deep breathing warming his lungs. His free hand found her nipple again, teasing, tweaking, pinching the soft nub underneath her school blouse. He had pushed up her flimsy bra, yet did not expose her chest. He murmured again into her lips, kissing harder then more softly.

His mind raced. How could he be doing this? He had seen her as a young child, now she was a fully developed young woman. He, himself, lived locally, found a job nearby, and resolved himself into a peaceful, uneventful, future. Yet, as she was on the cusp of adulthood, how could he not touch her, feel her, run his hand across the skirt of her precious bottom? It was an impulse that could have destroyed his life, his nondescript standing in an everyday community. It was but a brief moment, and she fled, leaving at the stop that she did not normally go to. Yet she was there the next day, as if nothing had happened, as if being touched meant nothing at all. Or perhaps that she could be touched again? He would later give her glancing looks, quickly turning his head away before they made eye contact. Yet, over the years, their eyes would meet, linger, until the jostled crowd spread them further apart again.

But this time, the crowd seemed to cooperate. Either no one noticed, or everyone did. They were silent spectators to their carnal act, allowing the couple to finally give long lost pleasure to each other. Their stop was soon approaching, and they were being shoved towards the door opening to the station. The train was still moving, as he pressed again, his hard cock fucking her hard from behind, her lithe body pressed against the glass, lifted with every thrust of his wanton tool. He murmured into her ear, "I want you... I want you to cum so badly... I want you to shiver all over my thick hard cock..." The joyous vibrating phone pulsed silently even more louder.

 

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Massage
http://bluemoonroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=17700

Four footsteps entered the room. Perhaps it was management's way of apologizing for the delay in service. Beautiful sweet music followed, and the lights dimmed. Just out of eye's reach candles were lit, their small white flames silently flickering from virgin white staves. Upon the nearby table was placed a silver tray with glass bottles filled with what must have been oils. As a bottle was lifted, a vanilla scent just barely was discernable within the room.

The massage begun. Her hair was lifted, and gentle fingers soothed the warm oil into the base of her neck. Slow symmetrical circles made their down their way to her shoulders. The careful hands became four, as each pair slowly, thoughtfully, made their way down her shoulders, lightly massaging the oil into her soft skin. Only briefly leaving her skin, the fingertips returned again, anointed anew, as they gently rubbed between the shoulderblades. Firm knuckles kneaded the vertebrae of her spine, a slight pain alternating with the pleasure of tension released. Hands spread with palms then, still symetrically, rubbed the sides of her abdomen, the scented oil permeating her body. As the hands treated her body, the sheet was slowly pulled down, revealing her pale yet beautiful skin.

The hands slowly made their way up her body, to reach her arms. Again, they massaged deeply, removing subtle knows and pains, brought on to her from days and nights of repetitive study. Delicate fingertips massaged her fingers, increasing the bloodflow with insistent, yet diminuitive, circles upon her palms. These circles were reflected in her feet, pressing and massaging the points of revitality of her body. The hands travelled up her calves and thighs, slowly but persistently, slowly pushing up the sheet, until only her bottom was covered.

It had been over an hour since they entered and finally a voice spoke. It was soft and not unpleasant. "Miss, I'm not sure if you were told, but your masseuse is not able to make it today." The voice was of a male. "Myself and my companion are at liberty to provide you additional time, gratis." The gentleman held a towel. "You may turn onto your back and I will place this towel on your chest. Or you may lie face down and we will remove the sheet. Would you like us to continue?"

Massage (SPOILER)

It was all a dream! Angel wakes up to a woman gently rubbing her shoulder. The woman says her regular masseuse is late. Would she wait or would she like someone else?

 

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And Now for Something Completely Different

So I like to take a look at my co-writer's Rabbit Hole profile and make up an SRP based on as many of their Favorite kinks as possible.

We're the spanking vampires, and we sail the sea.
Except we're 'fraid of water, and it sucks to be me.
We spank and spank, have no one to thank,
Our coffin's a boat, it won't really float,
Oh, we're the spanking vampires, and we sail the sea!

...except that it doesn't always work.

 

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Massage
http://bluemoonroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=17700

An enigmatic smile crept upon the lips of one of the Adonyses, as he gently picked up the towel from the floor and lay them across her breasts. The towel was white, soft, almost silken. He gently moved them back and forth upon her breasts, as if adjusting them. The sensual fabric slid across her nipples, an almost precursor touch to the rest of the massage. His hands caressed the sides of her bosom through the soft towel, then, perhaps reluctantly, left them.

His hands then massaged her forehead. A soft smell of vanilla began to coat her skin, as his fingertips made their way to her temples... her cheekbones... the underside of her jawbone... then finally upon her lips. The taste of the vanilla-scented oil lingered upon her lips, as the fingers almost sought solace between them.

The set of hands left her face, to proceed further downward. Strong fingers pressed against her collarbone, then continued down her arms. Again, he massaged her limbs, down her forearms, finally to the tips of her fingers. Her hands rested near her thighs, and so the gentle fingers pressed lightly against her belly, moving upwards, stroking every single line along her ribcage, to gently cup her breasts.

Meanwhile, the other set of hands softly rubbed her feet. Thumbs pressed on her soles, fingertips on the tops of her feet. The hands slowly crept up her body, massaging the calves again, and then pressing into her outer thighs. Kneading gently underneath the towel, the fingers found themselves against her inner thighs, subtly guiding her legs apart.

The towels, of course, found themselves on the floor, as the music gently played.

 

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Sailor Hentai
http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=731680

Luna mewed as Usagi rubbed their breasts together. Her nipples strained agains the semi-transparent purple fabric, rubbing fitfully against her breasts. "Ah..." she said, as Usagi began to unzip her. Luna arched her back, allowing her magnificent bosom to escape from her latex prison. Luna grasped the back of Usagi's head, running her purple-colored fingernail through Usagi's beautiful hair, feeling Usagi's wet lips against her pert nipples. Meanwhile, Luna herself was stripping Usagi. She pulled up Usagi's blouse and bra, releasing Usagi's delicious wonderous breasts. Luna pinched and tweaked Usagi's hard nipples, then lifted Usagi's head again, to share the taste of their delicious lips and tongues.

"Oh!" Luna's ears suddenly perked up. A devilish smile encroached her lips. "I forgot about the Crisis Cosmic Heart Moon Compact. It vibrates," she mewed, turning on the heart-shaped device. She then lifted Usagi's skirt, placing the hard throbbing red item against Usagi's wet clit. It seemed to pulse, sending electric shivers into Usagi's wanton clit. Meanwhile, the almost-sentient rod began to grow! Two ball-shaped balls grew from the base, accompanied by two wing-shaped wings. As the rod continued to pump and thrust in Usagi's tight pussy, the balls slapped against her cherry little ass. "Oooo... it likes you..." Luna purred, pinching and sucking Usagi's wonderful breasts. The wings became larger, one of them reaching alongside the crack of Usagi's ass, a tickling trail between the striped panties Usagi wore, and the virgin flesh underneath. The wings quickly found the hole of Usagi's ass, and brushed along them, a sensual feathery pleasure rimming Usagi's bottom.

 

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The Massage
http://bluemoonroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=17700

The soft moans emitting from her lips gave an enigmatic smile to her two masseuers. The hands that subtly drifted off the satiny towel from her breasts were more exploratory now, rubbing her soft breasts into firmness, and gently pinching her hardening nipples. The thumbs and knuckles would occasionally massager her pecs, but, more often than not, they cupped and played with her wide bosom. Her chest smelled of vanilla oil, as the room seemed to become warmer. And the hands near her thighs began to linger and stay longer between her legs. Scented oil was applied again, in an outward motion that gradually spread her legs further apart. Thumbs slowly massaged her thigh muscles, but gradually made their way closer to the borders of her sex, lingering to gently tease and spread her beautiful orchid. Eventually, her soft moaning lips were met with lips of one of her attendees. The kiss was light, demure, but slowly, a tongue traced the outline of her mouth, teasing her with a suggestion of what was to come. Her other masseur, perhaps emboldend, was now blowing a soft breeze across her sex, and gently flicking his tongue up and down her slit.

 

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Sexual Fantasy forest

Specular was the morning dew, the nightfall mist, of the forest. It descended at dawn, alighting on the welcoming blades of grass, the gently swaying branches of the trees, and the glistening molds of the forest. The smallest creatures of the forest welcomed the warm water, nourishing them, giving them life. Snails crept. Worms dug underneath. Ants collected. And the warm rays of the sun merely brought life and warmth to the forest and its creatures. Specular was not its name. For it was but part of the cycle, and had no name to give. It received its name from the mistress of the forest, the forest maiden with the deep green eyes. Her beautiful eyes matched the life of the forest, and the liquid only could wish it could realize the color of her eyes. Her gentle swaying hips... her lovely delicate lips... her flowing beautiful hair... it was all lost to the creature of water, but not her eyes.

This was not the first time the waters felt the soft warmth of her body. She had taught it the feelings, the emotions, of creatures that were not water. It looked forward to her visits, though it permeated the forest and was part of every living creature within it. Perhaps the pool itself allowed them to mingle and share their more sentient desires, though such musings perhaps were best left unsaid. As the tips of her fingers echoed along the liquid surface, the concentric circles made gently resonated within the water life of the forest itself. Specular felt a calling to her, a wish that the force gladly obeyed. The waters gently swirled, responding to her delicate touch.

EDIT: Whoops -- may change the scene to Myavi, as a futa, being uniquely capable of spreading her seed to the Monster Girls in the forest, yet being able to do it many times. It is the solstice, a time for fertility, and Myavi unwittingly feels a calling to the forest. There, she meets Vixen, who leads her to the rituals.

 

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Sexual Fantasy Forest
http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?p=35911147#post35911147

Myavi gingerly stepped into the clearing, almost as silent as the dawn's morning rays. Indeed, it was the morning's light of the solstice that brought her here, the woman / man who would enrich the life of this forest with her own seed. She remembered the words of her village elder. "Years ago, man was in commune with nature. But, as our villages grew, so did our loss with nature. We sent men with their seed into the forest to placate the forest spirits, but they did not return, and the forest rejects us. We must be one again with nature, and you must be our messenger of our village with the forest. Yet the irony of man is that, while the spirits desire the seed, man himself has impure thoughts. This shall be a journey for you to shed yourself of these impurities, a journey we have found no man can succeed. For you are both woman and man, and are our only hope. You must find the maiden of the forest. The light of the morning's solstice will lead you to her. She will be your guide in your journey to purify yourself and bring mankind's seed to nature."

With footsteps on the moss, Myavi beheld the young woman in the pool. She was magical, almost radiant. The soft dust motes dancing in the morning rays glistened, if not worshipped, the young perhaps goddess. Myavi herself, began to feel her heart beat. She wondered what was overtaking her. But, she thought, surely the maiden of the forest must be as magical as the forest itself. As the object of Myavi's sight began to wash herself, Myavi felt that impure need begin to well up within her loins. She felt terrible that her first thoughts of this young woman were so brazen. Alas, Myavi's outfit, though practical for the forest, poorly hid her desire. She held her breath as she slowly undid her pants, undoing the string criss-crossing at the front. She let out her wanton lust, slowly stroking it, the sensitive underside responding to her light tounching with her fingertips. She imagined the maiden, still in the water, touching her like that, her delicate fingertips coaxing her manhood, lengthening it, bringing into it the blood of life. Myavi's cockhead gradually oozed it clear salty sweetness, which stuck to her fingerips. Myavi imagined the maiden taking her cock, allowing it to disappear within her lips. "Ohhhh..." cried Myavi.

But did Myavi cry too loud? A resident of the forest certainly thought so...

Myavi's speech: "Oh, maiden of the forest. My village begs for your help so that we may regain our lost ability to commune to with the forest. Our tales tell us that we must provide seed to the forest spirits so that they may favor us so we may prosper within the forest. But I am impure. I need a guide to show me how I may bring to the forest pure seed so that you may... Hey! Stop fondling my breasts!"

 

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Policewoman
http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=736889

"Oh! Heh heh," I stammered, trying to turn on my cool. WOW she was stacked. Her policewoman's uniform looked just a little tight around the chest, and I could swear she wasn't wearing a bra. She looked even better in a uniform than in a bikini! Well, maybe not.

I tried to make eye contact with her, but I guess I preferred looking at her magnificent tits, rather than those cold dark sunglasses. I hope she didn't recognize me. I mean, how would I face her at the apartment complex? I mean, I was fucking aroused for chrissakes! Oh, there's the beach guy and his pecker, she'd probably think around the pool. And, when she'd see me on my balcony, she'd probably leave because she was thinking I was being a voyeur!

But, damn! She had a rack. What a great body. She's definitely fit enought to be a cop. No doughnuts on her! "Yes, miss -- yes, officer," I said, looking for a wallet that wasn't there. Luckily, she stepped back from the car. I opened the door and stood behind it, able to hide my, well, you know. "I'm sorry, officer. I must have left it at the beach. Er, lost it."

 

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The Massage
http://bluemoonroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=17700

His hands pinched her nipples, just as his mouth probed hers. She could feel his tongue swirling within her mouth, their tongues giving pleasure to each other. A light moan entered her lips as he kissed her. Meanwhile, her other set of lips were being kissed, lightly, as the man between her inner thighs began to please her. His tongue followed his kisses, lingering, then sliding up and down her now wet slit. The man above her leaned forward, his own mouth sucking and licking her firming bosom.

 

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Policewoman
http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=736889

Escort me to my apartment? Shit! My roommate, Rory, had so many drugs, he could open his own medical store! I wasn't really sure if I wanted to bust him, since I owed him money, or take the fall and go to jail. Oh, man, she was looking at me. Think quick... think quick... Holy shit! Her hands were on my ass! I shivered, twitching a bit. Oh, man, I *wanted* her hands on my ass, but not this way! We were in public, so I knew she wouldn't do anything wrong. Except that this was the quiet part of the suburbs, near the foreclosed houses. No one would be anywhere near here!

"Well, Miss... Ma'am... uh, Officer, there's nothing to find in my apartment. No drugs... um, nothing. I know my rights. If you want to pat me down or check out the car, that's fine. Do what you need to do."

Uh, oh. Now I remembered. This was Rory's car!

 

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The Massage
http://bluemoonroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=17700

Encouraged and emboldened, the gentleman kissing her lips and massaging her breasts, moved to the side of the table. He looked at her, smiling still, then closed his eyes as he put his mouth upon her bosom, sucking her nipples gently, than harder. Her breasts were delicious, firming with every suck from his mouth. His fingers deftly played with her lips, inviting her to suck them. The smoothness of her lips, the soft touch of them on his fingertips, invited him to suck and lick even more.

The man below, meanwhile, had begun to enter her with his mouth. He teased the orchid flesh, flicking his tongue up and down her swollen slit, blowing into her sex. He found her nub, and nibbled it betweeen her teeth. His own hand was stroking his cock, as it became hard and warm within his hand. He moaned lightly into her shaven delightful snatch.

 

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Massage
http://bluemoonroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=17700

"Fuck me"

The two men smiled at each other, as they crept onto the table. One took her legs and parted it, revealing the slick orchid of her own juices and his saliva. The other kneeled just behind her, the towel around his waist touching her head. The man between her legs had his towel on as well, and looked deep into her eyes as he began to slide towards her body. His hand reached underneath the towel, now covering her mons and pussy. He gripped his pole, and slowly moved the head of it up and down her slit, as he emitted a low moan and gracious smile. The other, meanwhile, lifted his towel, and placed it over her head. She could feel the soft texture of the satiny fabric, kissing her cheeks and lips like her new lovers. His own musk wafted gently under the towel. He then proceeded to stroke her face and cheeks with his fingers, gently massaging her face, then forehead. Only then did he produce his cock, not entirely stiff, but definitely aroused. Resting his shaven balls on her lips, he let them descend, as well as his now engorged shaft, rich with blood.

 

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The Shamrock

Jacqueline entered the dark restaurant with her mate. She wore a blood red taffeta ballgown with black velvet corset and straps, as well as matching dark red gloves. Her almost Victorian hat hid her beautiful red hair, tightly wrapped in a bun. Her accompaniment was a dark-haired tall gentleman, in a black tie and suit, with collar. She asked the maitre d' where the facilities were, and he admitted her into the restaurant proper. She took this time to quietly wander around the main seating area, and spied a young woman at work. She wore a tight pink mini dress, with sexy cut-outs, o-ring detail, and chain accents. Jacqueline licked her luscious red lips. Before returning to the seating area, she made her way to the facilities, where she opened her matching black purse and took out a dark red gag ball, black blindfold, handcuffs, and leash. She put the ball and gag into the man's mouth, clipped the leash to his collar, and blindfolded him. She then turned him around and snapped the handcuffs. Leading him back to the seating area, she asked the maitre d' for a table serviced by the young woman in pink.

After sitting down and enjoying her water, she looked up to see the young woman approaching her. Jacqueline smiled and introduced herself. "My name is Jacqueline, and this is my gentleman for the evening," she smiled, in a dark throaty voice. "I took notice of how you serviced the man of the other couple, and I look forward to seeing you perform this evening as well. My man here," she said, putting a dark red fingernail between his spread legs, "is quite serviceable." She began to slowly scrape the exterior of his erection through the black fabric of his pants -- then let go. "He does have a definite interest. Feet. Whether it is to have his toes sucked, or whether he may do the same to others. And do remove the table. I don't believe we will be needing it tonight."

 

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Massage
http://bluemoonroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=17700

The man near Angel's face smiled, as he looked down on her. Soon after placing the towel over her face, he moaned, as her lips took his balls. He moaned louder, as he felt her tongue sliding along his shaft. His cock was stiffening now, precome oozing out of his shaft. He leaned forward, as his cock slid over her tongue and lips.

The other man, now gently, spread her legs, allowing her blooming orchid to come forth. He rubbed the tip of his cock along her slit, its oozing precome, unnecessarily lubricating her swollen snatch. He groaned as he pressed it inward, the head disappearing within her pussy. It began to fill her, his hard thick cock growing and stiffening inside of her. The two men began to pump, their cocks now being massaged by her.

 

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The Ride of Her Life
http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=744401

Jacqueline smiled.

This couldn't happen five years ago. But, thanks to the internet, traditional media such as Penthouse magazine and adult videos merged to combat the competition of internet porn. Penthouse began to publish "glosspapers", a combination of magazine-quality pictorials and localized ads in newsprint. The adult films provided the models, the local markets provided the ads. Bundled with the regular Penthouse magazines, the unstapled glossy pictorials were quite popular. Sold only in select cities, the newsprint was also in demand -- for another reason. With Craigslist adult ads gone, the market opened up for advertising not only of adult services, but also opening for talent as well.

And there was certainly quite a bit of it. Newcomers were eager in the business to translate their off-the-streets "Dear John" skills to something more lucrative, fun -- and safe. And clients were demanding even more unusual and exotic talents, some more easy to fulfill than others.

And here was where Jacqueline came in. Tracey's Sex Toys was a less of an adult toy store than a networking hub and supplier for adult entertainment businesses. Indeed, the front of the store was a mere display case of "used" -- not to mentioned autographed -- items for sale at speculative prices. The back of the office held toy assortments, ready to be shipped to business locations locations, and banks of hard drives, ready to be distributed over the internet.

So when Jacqueline's man told her she received some free space in the newsprint when she placed a full-page in the glossy, she wondered how to best make use of it. She indeed had a sybian she rented for adult entertainment, but what use could it be when not in demand? Simply allowing any woman to use it was too gauche, and perhaps she could kill a second bird by placing the ad as a recruitment tool as well.

But it was still a little surprising to see who would walk in that door. Particularly this month's "special". What sort of woman would let someone else watch them while totally naked and fucking themselves on a sybian? Oh, sure, she had her usual network of adult actresses and entertainers shed interest in the activity. But new people?

Jacqueline was pleasantly surprised when the young woman entered the door. A new face. Jacqueline also noticed a sense of relief when the woman entered the door. Well, it wasn't unusual for a woman to be more comfortable in front of other women, but it did mean that this newcomer didn't know this was really Jacqueline's offices and wasn't referred here. Jacqueline had a good look at her. Blonde, athletic build -- and not those huge gasbags you see on porn models. She might not actually be an amateur

Of course, she *might* be here just because she thinks its a sex shop. Jacqueline smiled at herself -- maybe there *is* no conspiracy. Still, she surreptitiously shuffled the copy of Penthouse into the pile of papers she had with her. After all, she did put a full-page glossy ad in the issue because her adult model, Michelle, received her own pictorial.

So, perhaps, to the point. "Hello. What can I do for you?" Jacqueline asked the woman. "What brings you here," Jacqueline smiled, Michelle's smiling face equally peeking from the papers as well.

 

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The Ride of Her Life
http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=744401

Jacqueline's eyes brightened. Her red ruby lips pulled back into the mischievous devil's grin, as her vampire-white teeth smiled back at the woman in front of her. She leaned forward to her young victim and whispered in a throaty intimate voice:

"It's wonderful."

Jacqueline then leaned back, a blush and an in-confidence smile, now appearing on her lips. She contemplated describing the beatiful and intense feeling of the ride. The sensation of a thousand vibrations scintillating a woman's vulnerable and sensitive clitoris. The slide of the giving nub against a woman's most exposed and intimate button and lips. Except that she had never ridden the damn thing. A secondhand machine from god knows where touching your private bit and ridden by who the hell knows? Jacqueline didn't mind sharing women. It's just she'd at least like their names first.

"Now, nothing comes free," Jacqueline continued. "The fine print of the ad says that you will be watched. You see, you are in the heart of the adult industry district, and some of our, ah, workers could use some exposure to 'everyday folk' using this device." Jacqueline's eyes narrowed. "Would it be correct for me to assume you are not only new to using this device, but being watched in general? Good. We need people like you. Our actresses are quite experienced, but sometimes we need them to play an amateur. They must watch new people, like yourself, to remind them of what it was like to loose one's... to say, to re-experience the first time they lost themselves on a device." Jacqueline paused. "Tell me. Would you prefer to be seen by a man or woman? I know Penthouse is read by women, but it is targetted quite well towards men. For example..." Jacqueline leafed through the retrieved Penthouse she had left on the desk. She unfolded the centerfold, carefully, in front of the young woman. As if undressing her, revealing her airbrushed flesh a little at a time. "Take Michelle. She's one of ours. A local. Actually, much of this issue featured our own talent. In return, I received a fair amount of ad space, including the one you responded to. Anyway." Jacqueline looked at the young woman, as she gradually revealed Michelle's body.

"Isn't she beautiful. Look at how her eyes beckon, wanton yet demure. Her lips are glossy, almost pouty. They're wet, implying that she's licked them, in anticipation of sucking and wrapping herself around a man's cock." Jacqueline paused, again looking into the young woman's eyes. "Or a woman's wonderful breast. Michelle's hair then flows down her neck, her collarbone, to highlight her delicious bosomed breasts. Yes, they're airbrushed. Yes, they're perfect. But I doubt anyone seeing them could resist licking, fondling, and tasting them." Jacqueline's dark eyes narrowed to see the woman's reaction.

"Oh! I'm sorry," Jacqueline faked. "I'm giving you the spiel I use on men when I show them my models. It works fine." Jacqueline almost innocently smiled, forcing a blush to her cheeks. "Do you like what you see? Good. Please have a seat." Jacqueline handed the magazine to the young woman. "You might want to study her closer to see how she was designed to arouse someone's interests." Jacqueline then picked up the phone and called.

"Yes. We have a client. Are you free? In an hour? Good. I'll ask her to wait a bit, then give her the address to meet you. Take care."

"That was Michelle," Jacqueline said, returning to the young woman in front of her. "She will be watching you, but she will make you most comfortable as you use the sybian. Could you wait here awhile? I need to take care of some things in the back." After half an hour, leaving the young woman with the Penthouse, Jacqueline returned, keys in hand. "Alright. Let's go. I'll drive you there. I'm sure you'll have a wonderful time."

 

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http://bluemoonroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=17808

Angela honestly felt surprised at how Natalie flung herself into her arms. Surprise turned to sympathy, as Angela tried to calm her friend down. Angela held Natalie as well, one hand wrapped around her body, the other gently streaming down Natalie's hair. "There, there..." Angela softly whispered, the taller redhead holding her friend. "It'll be all right, okay?" Angela improvised the cuff of her white crisp shirt to blot away Natalie's tears.

Angela watched as Natalie opened the bottles and poured the shots. This might take more than ice cream, Angela thought to herself. "Well, I'm not sure what ice cream you like, so I picked a few of my favorites: peanut butter and chocolate, double chocolate, and cookies and cream.

Unfortunately, Natalie's words were not encouranging. Angela proceeded to Plan B. "You know, Natalie, a man's not the only way to taste something delicious, white, and creamy." Angela reached into the bag. "En garde," Angela smiled, tossing Natalie a can of whipped cream. It was soon followed by a torrent of sweet, whipped, goodness.

 

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The Ride of Her Life
http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=744401

"Hey, Harvey! Is the camera ready?"

Michelle (or at least that was her stage name) yelled into the next room as she held her hairbrush. "Damn, that CM guy pulls too hard," she muttered, teasing the long strands of brunette-rooted hair from the brush. "Wonder if he's gonna watch today," she continued. Jacqueline had called her earlier today, including some video from the store of the woman who was going to ride the sybian this afternoon. "Hmm, not bad," Michelle thought to herself, as she watched the blurry video feed from the security camera. Most of the women who visited to use the sybian were okay, but this one looked kinda nice. Michelle *liked* fucking women with porn bodies ("gasbags and all"), but an athletic toned body she certainly couldn't turn down. Oh, and the young woman's lingering on the Penthouse photo spread wasn't a bad sign, either. Michelle licked her equally glossy lips -- then popped a few mints into her mouth.

The bedroom, then, was set. Half of the closet was converted to a filming area. The closet doors were mirrored -- but, more precisely, one-way mirrored. That way, the people in the bedroom could be videotaped -- with, or without, their permission. Most of the time, the house was used for porn shots, but sometimes... well, the less Michelle knew, the better. She opened the closet -- the one still with clothing -- and pulled out a semi-transparent black bra with pink lace, and matching boyshorts. She pulled up the shorts, snugly fitting onto her thighs and not at all hiding her shaven pussy. She fit her large partially natural breasts into the bra, then faced the closet, ogling Harvey's camera and goofing around. Finally, she pulled over her head a nice pink babydoll t-shirt, and a tight stretchy black skirt.

As a warm-up to the video she started, "Hi. It's me. Michelle. We have a lovely young amateur who will be joining me today on the sybian. She's blonde, she's fit, and she has a sexy athletic body. I know how you boys love variety, and I'll be rubbing these" -- Michelle grasped and massaged her boobs through the babydoll -- "against her wonderful lean body. And," -- Michelle turned her ass towards the camera and gave it a few slaps -- "you know how you love to see my tight ass in another woman's face. If you're lucky, we'll get that far. I'm sure she'll at least get off," Michelle smiled. Harvey gave a sharp tap on the other side of the closet door to indicate he paused the video. Michelle smiled and gave a small stretch, then brushed her hair again. She made her way to the entrance door.

"We're there," smiled Jacqueline. The red-haired woman with the whilte-complexioned face drove the black SUV to the ranch house. She had almost memorized the route -- a rather surprising number of women (and a few men) had responded to the ad. She silently hummed to herself, wondering how many of them she could hire or even would become her clients. Candace -- Jacqueline finally learned her name -- was nervous, but so was everyone else she brought to the house for the first time. Herself, Jacqueline's predatory smiled turned to confidence. After all, she was the one driving the car, and her passengers had no way out. Opening the door, she lead Candace to the doorway. Michelle smiled, beaming to the young woman, and Jacqueline introduced the two. "Candace, this is Michelle. She was the centerfold and pictorial model for this month's local Penthouse. We do airbrush the photos, but I think, with her, reality will be *much* better than fantasy."

Michelle gave a professional blush as she was introduced. After Candace's short hesitation, she took Candace's hand in hers, delicately giving her handshake. "Welcome to the house," she smiled. "I know you'll have a fun time here. Have you done this sort of thing before?" Michelle led the duo up the stairs, with Candace following Michelle. Michelle walked up the stairs, giving Candace a full view of her wonderful curvy ass. It was nice and tight in the stretchy black fabric, as her cheeks alternated up and down as she walked up the stairs.

They entered the bedroom. It was of neutral colors, elegant, with a large four-post bed with a beige canopy. In the middle of the room was the sybian itself. A blanket had been draped upon it, for modesty purposes, as Michelle made way to the dresser drawer. "Did you want to wear something? Sometimes, our clients want to change into something looser or more comfortable while they're on the sybian. Let's take a look at you..." Michelle finally had a good look at Candace and touched her as she turned her around. "Yes... Yes, I think I have something..." She went to the closet and pulled out a fuzzy pink bathrobe. "Will this do?"

Jacqueline made a slight cough. "Do either of you two want a drink before we start? It will make you feel a bit more comfortable," she continued.

"Oh, right," Michelle professionally blushed. "I'm in the adult business, so we're used to taking our clothes off in front of other people. What would you like to drink? How about you tell me a little about yourself before we get started?" Michelle sat down in the only couch in the room, and patted the seat next to her. After all, Harvey was recording.

 

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http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=744401

Only a little while earlier...

Jacqueline had slipped out of the room, almost unnoticed. It wasn't through any magical ability. It was just that Candace had seemed to be entranced by Michelle, even before they started. Jacqueline was relieved how focused Candace was on Michelle.

"Did you give them something special?" a soft yet masculine voice said behind her. It was CM, clad in his dark blue bathrobe.

"Of course," smiled Jacqueline, turning towards the taller man. "Although sometimes I wonder why we need to use it," she grinned, sliding up towards him. She suddenly put her hand in the space between his legs, feeling his fullness filling her palm. "You certainly don't need it," she smiled, her fingers encouraging his growth."

"Now, now, Jacqueline," he smiled, attempting to keep his calm. "I just woke up."

"Uh, huh. So did he," she smiled back, giving him a reassuring pat. "Now, you'll excuse me. I really should be coming," she winked, slipping back into the room.

***

Michelle's unbuttoning of Candace's blouse was Jacqueline's cue to give them a little privacy, perceived privacy at least. In the hallway, she saw no sign of CM. She smiled to herself what CM must have been doing inside the closet. The closet itself span almost the entire side of the bedroom, and there was enough room for both Harve filming the two women, and CM, who was watching them. CM himself had a camera fixed upon him. There certainly was a market for watching people watching, both their faces as they masturbated, and the masturbation itself. Jacqueline hoped he remembered to face the scented vegetable oil she gave him towards the cameras for product placement.

CM himself sat in a comfortable chair, clad only in a dark blue bathrobe. He was a reasonably muscular man, of Asian-white descent. As a porno video "lucky guy," his ethnicity just barely let him stand out, though not as much as he would have liked. In any case, he untied his robe, but did not reveal his body -- yet. A good video played with its audience, as the members played with themselves.

"It just gets me so excited" the newcomer was saying. Good. Jacqueline's little potion was having its effect. Or did the woman genuinely want to be fucked? CM was a little jealous of the machine, and imagined it rubbing her pussy, vibrating against her clit, and smothered in her wetness. He leaned back in the chair, as he watched Michelle gradually, gently, unbutton the other woman's blouse, revealing her lacy rose bra. The other woman's breasts were not as large as Michelle, but that only meant she was an amateur. Those were the best. CM saw Michelle slowly stroke the exterior of the bra, massaging the other woman's breasts through the fabric. Michelle gentle kissed the other woman on the cheek, then on the lips, as her fingertips slid inside the cup of the other woman. Michelle's kisses became deeper, and CM could see her tongue taste and explore the other woman's mouth. Michelle moaned, her hands now fiddling with the other woman's bra, finally letting it slip.

CM himself was becoming aroused. He wrapped his fingers around his cock, stroking it underneath the blue bathrobe. He sighed a bit, feeling his hot thick stiffness in his fingers, sliding up and down the veined contours of his red throbbing stick. He opened his eyes again, to see Michelle gently licking and sliding her tongue down the neck of the other woman, to finally kiss and linger at her breasts, licking and sucking on one of her nipples. CM yearned to feel the other woman's breasts as well, and he cradled his shaven balls in his hand, imagining the other woman's soft breasts resting beneath them, as he breast-fucked her, his hard cock against her soft flesh. Michelle's other hand cupped the other woman's breasts, then began pinching her exposed nipple. CM, likewise, held the tip of his cock between his thumb and forefinger, squeezing his purple mushroom head, sliding the precome around the tip.

His bathrobe was open now. It was time for all three performers to start the show.

 

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"Ahhhh! So good!"

"Mmm... you like it when I lick your neck?" Michelle murmured. She flattened her tongue, her wet warm muscle pressed against Candace's erogenous zone, leaving a wet trail up to Candace's ear. Michelle then pursed her lips around Candace's earlobe, licking lightly and ending with a cool waft of air into Candace's ear. Michelle ended with a light giggle as she responded to Candace's reaction. Michelle then slid her hand down to Candace's bosom, playing with her breasts and pinching her nipples. Her mouth and tongue joined her fingertips, as she sucked and hummed on Candace's puffy aeriolas. She then heard a giggle. "Are you ticklish, Candace?" she asked.

"No, well, yes, but that's not what I was laughing about." She slid her arms further around Michelle's luscious body and leaned in to her embrace, kissing her before explaining, "You see, my ex boyfriend used to jack off to your pictures in the magazine, Michelle. He fantasized about making love to you. It's part of the reason we split up. And now here I am, living the fantasy he would have died for. I get to be with you; he doesn't."

"Mmm... well, yes..." Michelle returned, embracing Candace. She opened her mouth and returned the kiss, sliding her tongue into Candace's mouth. She moaned a bit, excited at fucking this wonderful woman. "Yeah, I've watched men masturbate to me." Michelle lightly wrapped her hand around Candace's bosom. "I love watching how they stroke their thick cocks, sliding their fingers all over the head." Michelle mimicked her words with movements over Candace's firm yet still soft breast. She lightly grasped Candace's breast, then flicked her fingertips over her beautiful puffiness. "I'd then lick the tip of their cocks," she said, decending upon Candace's breast. She flicked her tongue along Candace's nipple. "I then sucked them off," Michelle said, finally engulfing what she could of Candace's breast. She then began to lick further, spending time on the underside of Candace's bosom. "The underside of a man's cock is so sensitive you know..." she continued. She then rose up, about to kiss Candace on the mouth again. "Then I'd take their nice hard cock in my mouth..." Michelle kissed Candace hard on, her rigid wet tongue probing stiffly between her lips, pressing it deeply, so hard within the older woman's mouth.

CM's cock was hard, too. He had oiled his hand with the lightly scented massage oil, and was slowly sliding it up and down his hard rigid cock. He now imagined the older woman sucking it, fucking it, his hard rigid tool sliding oh-so-gently within her wet warm mouth. He was fucking her, her cheeks puckered in, her mouth applying the hard vacuum, as her tongue slid wildly under his hard stiff shaft. Just as she was moaning into Michelle's sensuous kiss, she was moaning into his hard veined cock. Her eyes were closed, deeply savoring his stiff wanton fucktool between her lips, within her slutty oral hole. He let out a quiet moan, careful not to distract the ladies.

Not that they could be. Michelle was now arching her back, as Candace was taking off her top. She smiled down at the othe woman, focused on her well-bosomed bra, almost spilling out their contents. Michelle's own fingers were playing with Candace, finding the wet slit between her legs, as Michelle's licks and kisses lingered from Candace's neck to her own bosom. Michelle inhaled deeply, with her mouth, sucking within Candace's breast as Candace's hands writhed and pressed the back of Michelle's head into Candace's firming breast. Michelle hummed lightly into Candace's bosom, appreciating how the older woman was slowly taking hold. Her own pussy became wet with excitement, wondering where the two would lead next. Michelle soon found herself almost entirely undressed, her boyshorts now caught on her thighs, her pussy exposed to this woman she only just recently met. Her lips drooled as the older woman took her into her mouth and kissed, a light purr echoing through her lips.

"Oh, indeed it will," Candace replied, her lips glistening from the wet kiss she shared with Candace. "I'm so sorry your first experience with a woman went poorly. Here. Let me make it up to you," she smiled. Michelle kissed Candace again, her hard rigid tongue fucking her deeply in her mouth. Michelle's hand, meanwhile, sought the folds of Candace and slid, wetfully, in. "Tell me..." Michelle breathed, licking a trail behind Candace's ear. "What did you want to do to her?" Michelle slid again, her firm wet tongue down Candace's neck. "Did you want to lick her?" Michelle's tongue slid past Candace's collarbone. "Did you want to suck her?" Michelle lingered upon Candace's breast, her mouth taking in Candace's firm nipples. "Or did you want to slide your wet fingers deep, deep, within her pussy?" breathed Michelle, slowly inserting herself, within Candace's soft wet slit.

CM continued stroking himself. The audio worked just fine.

 

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Sailor Moon

Some notes from a YM chat:

* Want someone to join them in the dorm hall?
* Doesn't matter.
* Hmm. Tuxedo Mask? Every time he puts on his Mask, he has that X-ray specs vision stuff, so sees girls nude.
* Tuxedo Mask: Voyeur and stalker? That would explain things...!

* Hahaha.. Want to add somewhere that your familiar puts the
whatzit in your you-know-where and it activates during class? lol

 

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Wrote this one in a PM awhile back...

My mouth clamps down on yours, my tongue snaking its way into your mouth. I moan, my insistent passion rivaling that of the people fucking in the screen. My tongue probes your mouth, sliding along yours, tasting your virginal wetness inside your mouth.

Meanwhile. The tip of my purple red mushroom cock forces its way into your tight little pussy. As I enter, I moan again, the wet friction of your slit smothering my huge hard stiff organ. I slide within you, pushing you from within, stretching your delicious silken walls, engulfing, embracing, my cock.

"Fuck me... fuck me..." I cry, my hard piston slamming into your wet tight pussy. "God, you feel good, you little slut. Do you like your uncle fucking you? Do you like feeling my hard cock stretch and slam into your tight little pussy?" Your ass is on the edge of the table, as I stand up, grip your ankles, and fuck you hard with my hard iron cock. I wrap your legs around my waist, as I bend down to suck and lick your breasts. "Do you want me to come inside of you? Do you want me to? Or do you want me to fuck your breasts? Do you want my hard cock between your soft titties, fucking them as hard as I'm doing now? Goddamn, you little slut... Your pussy feels so fucking good..."

***

I take you into the back room and lay you down on my desk. At first, I hastily push the papers aside, then, fuck it, clear the papers, pencils, and other things off the desk onto the floor. The computer is still on, turned onto those dirty sites, and you can see them as I spread your legs.

"Do you like what you're seeing? Do you like what you're seeing, you dirty slut?" I ask, lowering myself to your still-covered pussy. I close my eyes and begin to rub my lips against the thin fabric of your panties on your sopping wet pussy. Meanwhile, you see an old man fucking a young woman on the screen. You see the woman moaning, screaming, as the older man fucks her.

"Turn on the volume," I say, pushing your panties to the side. I smell your juicy twat, and begin to lick, sticking my tongue into your pussy, my tongue licking and sucking the outer then inner folds of your virgin unfucked sex. You hear the woman moan now, as the older man takes her ramming his thick rod into her own young pussy.

***

"You like it? You like this, you little slut?" I turn you around to face the screen, as the couples on the screen make out and fuck each other. My hand is on your panties, rubbing it, feeling your wet slit through the thin fabric. Meanwhile, I'm pressing my cock against your ass. Even though I'm still wearing pants, you can feel my hardness pressing against your exposed ass.

One of my hands dips into your panties and feels your wet slit. I cover my fingers with your juices and rub you intensely. "Does that feel good? How do you like being frigged by your uncle in your cute sexy panties? Do you like it when I do this? Do you want to be my slut?"

I then take out my hand, and it's covered with juices. I force you to watch my lick it, then put my fingers into your mouth. "Suck my fingers. Lick off your pretty little juices and taste yourself. Do you taste good? I love how you taste, you little slutty whore. I think I'm going to taste that tight little cunny of yours and suck and lick you dry."