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AlluringSinner
Super-Earth
- Joined
- Apr 5, 2020
Welcome!
Well hello and thank you very much for stopping in to come and visit yet another thread, I promise you this certainly isn't the best one out there but it sure as hell won't be the worst either. (I hope)
So I might as well cover a little about me to kick things off and set a nice, lovely mood. Excuse the poor formatting, maybe I'll get around to making this look pretty and eloquent one day but I wouldn't bet on that.
I'm quite easy going and always down for a discussion about things, whether that be about themes, plots, world events, how my cat annoys me every single day… I don't mind at all. I like to think of myself as a fairly considerate and thoughtful person who is quite empathetic. So I'm always fond of having some OOC chatter alongside my writing partners. Though if you're more a private person that would like to remain more secretive that's fine too.
I've been writing for quite a while at this point. Am I the best or an expert that can recount a million words and all the elaborate meanings behind them or write out some bizarre story at the speed of Stephen King? Not a chance. But I do consider myself decent enough at writing and I am always looking to improve, try out some new things and get feedback on work and areas.
For some specifics when it comes to writing out a story, I'll usually go with third person, past or present tense. Post length is at times hard to measure, sometimes a specific point in a story will call for an abundance of paragraphs while sometimes maybe just a few, especially if it's focusing in on some dialog and inner monologues. For frequency, that's hard to measure as well. At times I'll be busy or need to find the mood. Typically it can be daily or every few days or it could fall onto once a week or so. I do only work with MxF pairings with myself playing the male or female roles. I thoroughly enjoy long term orientated stories with plenty of development.
For what interests me in a story, well I have to say I can be fairly diverse. I'm typically quite fond of modern settings with realistic themes but that doesn't mean I'm not game to try out some grandiose fantasy, whacky sci-fi, some odd supernatural or even fandoms. I'm happy with playing different types of characters and exploring different kinks, from some sweet romantic love tale to some dark and depraved events.
I do have to admit I have a certain affinity for more dark themed elements if I'm being honest. There's something oddly nice about exploring fucked up, toxic, broken characters. Quite an odd telling about me personally I guess aha. But I like themes of mental health, addictions, abuse, trauma, sexism, racism, classism, corruption, objectification, rape… I think that paints a pretty decent picture of my messed up mind but hey, I'm also down for other stuff as mentioned earlier!
In terms of things that make an ideal partner for me.
-Someone that is down to discuss and brainstorm a plot first before jumping in. I enjoy both of us taking the time to discuss things out and weave out a decent outline in which we are both happy, excited and comfortable with what we have talked about.
-Ideas! Similar to the point prior in a way but I'd like someone to come at me with scenarios, thoughts, themes and elements that they would love to incorporate. It's quite good with two enthusiastic people bouncing ideas off each other rather than one person doing all the work.
- Someone that is a coherent and a detailed enough writer. As mentioned, I'm no savant in the writing field and do this just as a hobby and for fun but am looking for someone that knows their way around the ins and outs of writing.
Kink List Link - F-list - Warning
The kink list is certainly not written in stone. Feel free to ask me about certain kinks you may have or want to focus on.
Some general things I do always love are female centric stories with multiple male characters, cheating, drama, addictions, young girls, school, college. Porn industry. Celebrity stuff. Gold digger/trophy wife. College, cucking, high school.
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So I'm looking for this to be quite detailed and a more long term orientated story with a nice healthy mix of plot to also go with the smut.
I write in third person perspective and my usual post lengths can go from anywhere from 2 paragraphs to 10, just depends on what is happening at the story and all that.
I don't mind having some OOC chatter about things along with taking the time to chat and brainstorm so that we can come up with a great story that we both look forward to exploring.
Posting frequency varies, could be daily, multiple times a day to once every few days. Looking to write via PM's or use discord.
Anywho, that's pretty much it so feel free to hit me up.
Prompts
Well hello and thank you very much for stopping in to come and visit yet another thread, I promise you this certainly isn't the best one out there but it sure as hell won't be the worst either. (I hope)
So I might as well cover a little about me to kick things off and set a nice, lovely mood. Excuse the poor formatting, maybe I'll get around to making this look pretty and eloquent one day but I wouldn't bet on that.
I'm quite easy going and always down for a discussion about things, whether that be about themes, plots, world events, how my cat annoys me every single day… I don't mind at all. I like to think of myself as a fairly considerate and thoughtful person who is quite empathetic. So I'm always fond of having some OOC chatter alongside my writing partners. Though if you're more a private person that would like to remain more secretive that's fine too.
I've been writing for quite a while at this point. Am I the best or an expert that can recount a million words and all the elaborate meanings behind them or write out some bizarre story at the speed of Stephen King? Not a chance. But I do consider myself decent enough at writing and I am always looking to improve, try out some new things and get feedback on work and areas.
For some specifics when it comes to writing out a story, I'll usually go with third person, past or present tense. Post length is at times hard to measure, sometimes a specific point in a story will call for an abundance of paragraphs while sometimes maybe just a few, especially if it's focusing in on some dialog and inner monologues. For frequency, that's hard to measure as well. At times I'll be busy or need to find the mood. Typically it can be daily or every few days or it could fall onto once a week or so. I do only work with MxF pairings with myself playing the male or female roles. I thoroughly enjoy long term orientated stories with plenty of development.
For what interests me in a story, well I have to say I can be fairly diverse. I'm typically quite fond of modern settings with realistic themes but that doesn't mean I'm not game to try out some grandiose fantasy, whacky sci-fi, some odd supernatural or even fandoms. I'm happy with playing different types of characters and exploring different kinks, from some sweet romantic love tale to some dark and depraved events.
I do have to admit I have a certain affinity for more dark themed elements if I'm being honest. There's something oddly nice about exploring fucked up, toxic, broken characters. Quite an odd telling about me personally I guess aha. But I like themes of mental health, addictions, abuse, trauma, sexism, racism, classism, corruption, objectification, rape… I think that paints a pretty decent picture of my messed up mind but hey, I'm also down for other stuff as mentioned earlier!
In terms of things that make an ideal partner for me.
-Someone that is down to discuss and brainstorm a plot first before jumping in. I enjoy both of us taking the time to discuss things out and weave out a decent outline in which we are both happy, excited and comfortable with what we have talked about.
-Ideas! Similar to the point prior in a way but I'd like someone to come at me with scenarios, thoughts, themes and elements that they would love to incorporate. It's quite good with two enthusiastic people bouncing ideas off each other rather than one person doing all the work.
- Someone that is a coherent and a detailed enough writer. As mentioned, I'm no savant in the writing field and do this just as a hobby and for fun but am looking for someone that knows their way around the ins and outs of writing.
Kink List Link - F-list - Warning
The kink list is certainly not written in stone. Feel free to ask me about certain kinks you may have or want to focus on.
Some general things I do always love are female centric stories with multiple male characters, cheating, drama, addictions, young girls, school, college. Porn industry. Celebrity stuff. Gold digger/trophy wife. College, cucking, high school.
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So I'm looking for this to be quite detailed and a more long term orientated story with a nice healthy mix of plot to also go with the smut.
I write in third person perspective and my usual post lengths can go from anywhere from 2 paragraphs to 10, just depends on what is happening at the story and all that.
I don't mind having some OOC chatter about things along with taking the time to chat and brainstorm so that we can come up with a great story that we both look forward to exploring.
Posting frequency varies, could be daily, multiple times a day to once every few days. Looking to write via PM's or use discord.
Anywho, that's pretty much it so feel free to hit me up.
Prompts
Growing up in a household full of just men, in a neighborhood with just boys around, makes a great place for a girl to grow up. Billie, not only grew up in that situation, she *thrived* in it.
She was right along with her brothers and the neighborhood boys fighting in the dirt, falling and breaking bones on a daily basis, skinning her knees repeatedly, and just genuinely being the biggest tomboy in existence. There was no playing with dolls, dressing up, or makeup in her entire life, and she was completely fine with that.
It cemented her firmly in her friend group with the title, "Just one of the guys," and she loved it. Her being a girl meant nothing to them, they got physical and insulted each other like any dude heavy friend group does, play *way* too many video games instead of studying, and constantly talk about what girl of the week they want to fuck.
But she's still a girl, one that does like girls herself, and that gives her special ways to help her friends out. One of her friends strikes out and misses their chance at getting lucky with some chick?
"Bummer, man. Hey, I'll let you fuck me if it'll make you feel better?"
Their girlfriend just broke up with them, especially on the night before movie marathon night?
"If I suck it, will you stop moping? We're trying to watch these movies, dude."
If she has it, why not let her friends hit it if it'll help them out? She's not attracted to them one bit, it's just helping out a friend.
There's no reason for it to be weird.
--
Billie had been with Scott for a number of months now. The pair of them living together which certainly had progressed things very quickly. But Billie was typically like that with her life, she was never one to shy away from things or go slow. Plus she really like him. They did have a lot in common, enjoying the same movies, shows, games, sports and so much more.
Though it was quite easy for guys to connect with Billie due to her different nature that wasn't much on the girly side, always being labeled as the 'cool girl' that was more tomboyish, laid back and one of the guys.
Growing up in a household full of just men, in a neighborhood with just boys around, makes a great place for a girl to grow up. Billie, not only grew up in that situation, she *thrived* in it.
She was right along with her brothers and the neighborhood boys fighting in the dirt, falling and breaking bones on a daily basis, skinning her knees repeatedly, and just genuinely being the biggest tomboy in existence.
It cemented her firmly in her friend group with the title, "Just one of the guys," and she loved it. Her being a girl meant nothing to them, they got physical and insulted each other like any dude heavy friend group does, play *way* too many video games instead of studying, and constantly talk about what girl of the week they want to fuck.
And Billie enjoyed the company of men. It didn't hurt that she learned early on just how much guys love a good blowjob, and how much she loved giving them. It was an art for her, and she was a magnificent artist. Her reputation typically preceded her, which led to her having so many guy friends. She never really thought of it as them "using" her, but she was always "just a friend" or "like a sister" to them for some reason.
One of her friends strikes out and misses their chance at getting lucky with some chick?
"Bummer, man. Hey, I'll let you fuck me if it'll make you feel better?"
Their girlfriend just broke up with them, especially on the night before movie marathon night?
"If I suck it, will you stop moping? We're trying to watch these movies, dude."
If she has it, why not let her friends hit it if it'll help them out? She's not attracted to them one bit, it's just helping out a friend.
But when Billie got with Scott, she knew she needed to cut things back. She wanted to change even though it was difficult and her various friends were absolutely upset by the news. They would keep trying their luck though, over and over they would pester her by sending texts, hitting on her, sending dick pics. At times it would really tempt Billie but she was remaining strong for now.
Though she couldn't deny that her mind drifted to other guys. Scott wasn't the greatest in bed, he certainly wasn't nearly as kinky or experimental as she was, nor was he packing something great.
———
They didn't have the most space in the apartment but they decided to both invite some of their friends over for a little get together. Nothing too extravagant but it was going to be a chill affair with drinks, some weed and music going on.
Scott had never been as happy as he was with Billie. For most of his teenage years he felt like he had to keep his nerdy hobbies and likes a secret in order for people to think he was cool. So he didn't tell anyone about his nerdy hobbies like playing fantasy video games and reading fantasy books.
Because of this he made friends from the sports he played, mostly basketball and baseball. He became familiar with - and started to enjoy - the typical 'manly' hobbies like sports and action movies and binge drinking on weekends. But college rolled around and he decided to say fuck it, and do what he like. He now has a long standing D&D game that meets most weeks.
Fortunately, a few of his previous friends didn't judge him and even took an interest in his hobbies proving that they were real friends. He lost a lot of people, but gained some great friends. He did ok with women, he wasn't pulling a new girl every week, but he managed, tending to pursue relationships instead of hookups.
And then Billie came along and before he knew it they were living together. She seemed like the perfect girlfriend, they shared interests and she seemed to really care about him. He saw some weird things at first - he thought for sure she would hide her phone screen from him at first like she was hiding something from him, but he hadn't noticed that in a long while...Everyone has baggage, he assumed she was just tying up loose ends.
---
Scott was really looking forward to their little party tonight. He loved that he could hang out with his friends *and* Billie. His friends liked her - actually liked her - not just tolerated her. She knew more about sports and movies than most of the guys and wasn't afraid to give them shit.
"Hey Billie," Scott shouts from the bedroom where he's getting dressed, "Which of your friends are going to make it tonight?"
She was right along with her brothers and the neighborhood boys fighting in the dirt, falling and breaking bones on a daily basis, skinning her knees repeatedly, and just genuinely being the biggest tomboy in existence. There was no playing with dolls, dressing up, or makeup in her entire life, and she was completely fine with that.
It cemented her firmly in her friend group with the title, "Just one of the guys," and she loved it. Her being a girl meant nothing to them, they got physical and insulted each other like any dude heavy friend group does, play *way* too many video games instead of studying, and constantly talk about what girl of the week they want to fuck.
But she's still a girl, one that does like girls herself, and that gives her special ways to help her friends out. One of her friends strikes out and misses their chance at getting lucky with some chick?
"Bummer, man. Hey, I'll let you fuck me if it'll make you feel better?"
Their girlfriend just broke up with them, especially on the night before movie marathon night?
"If I suck it, will you stop moping? We're trying to watch these movies, dude."
If she has it, why not let her friends hit it if it'll help them out? She's not attracted to them one bit, it's just helping out a friend.
There's no reason for it to be weird.
--
Billie had been with Scott for a number of months now. The pair of them living together which certainly had progressed things very quickly. But Billie was typically like that with her life, she was never one to shy away from things or go slow. Plus she really like him. They did have a lot in common, enjoying the same movies, shows, games, sports and so much more.
Though it was quite easy for guys to connect with Billie due to her different nature that wasn't much on the girly side, always being labeled as the 'cool girl' that was more tomboyish, laid back and one of the guys.
Growing up in a household full of just men, in a neighborhood with just boys around, makes a great place for a girl to grow up. Billie, not only grew up in that situation, she *thrived* in it.
She was right along with her brothers and the neighborhood boys fighting in the dirt, falling and breaking bones on a daily basis, skinning her knees repeatedly, and just genuinely being the biggest tomboy in existence.
It cemented her firmly in her friend group with the title, "Just one of the guys," and she loved it. Her being a girl meant nothing to them, they got physical and insulted each other like any dude heavy friend group does, play *way* too many video games instead of studying, and constantly talk about what girl of the week they want to fuck.
And Billie enjoyed the company of men. It didn't hurt that she learned early on just how much guys love a good blowjob, and how much she loved giving them. It was an art for her, and she was a magnificent artist. Her reputation typically preceded her, which led to her having so many guy friends. She never really thought of it as them "using" her, but she was always "just a friend" or "like a sister" to them for some reason.
One of her friends strikes out and misses their chance at getting lucky with some chick?
"Bummer, man. Hey, I'll let you fuck me if it'll make you feel better?"
Their girlfriend just broke up with them, especially on the night before movie marathon night?
"If I suck it, will you stop moping? We're trying to watch these movies, dude."
If she has it, why not let her friends hit it if it'll help them out? She's not attracted to them one bit, it's just helping out a friend.
But when Billie got with Scott, she knew she needed to cut things back. She wanted to change even though it was difficult and her various friends were absolutely upset by the news. They would keep trying their luck though, over and over they would pester her by sending texts, hitting on her, sending dick pics. At times it would really tempt Billie but she was remaining strong for now.
Though she couldn't deny that her mind drifted to other guys. Scott wasn't the greatest in bed, he certainly wasn't nearly as kinky or experimental as she was, nor was he packing something great.
———
They didn't have the most space in the apartment but they decided to both invite some of their friends over for a little get together. Nothing too extravagant but it was going to be a chill affair with drinks, some weed and music going on.
Scott had never been as happy as he was with Billie. For most of his teenage years he felt like he had to keep his nerdy hobbies and likes a secret in order for people to think he was cool. So he didn't tell anyone about his nerdy hobbies like playing fantasy video games and reading fantasy books.
Because of this he made friends from the sports he played, mostly basketball and baseball. He became familiar with - and started to enjoy - the typical 'manly' hobbies like sports and action movies and binge drinking on weekends. But college rolled around and he decided to say fuck it, and do what he like. He now has a long standing D&D game that meets most weeks.
Fortunately, a few of his previous friends didn't judge him and even took an interest in his hobbies proving that they were real friends. He lost a lot of people, but gained some great friends. He did ok with women, he wasn't pulling a new girl every week, but he managed, tending to pursue relationships instead of hookups.
And then Billie came along and before he knew it they were living together. She seemed like the perfect girlfriend, they shared interests and she seemed to really care about him. He saw some weird things at first - he thought for sure she would hide her phone screen from him at first like she was hiding something from him, but he hadn't noticed that in a long while...Everyone has baggage, he assumed she was just tying up loose ends.
---
Scott was really looking forward to their little party tonight. He loved that he could hang out with his friends *and* Billie. His friends liked her - actually liked her - not just tolerated her. She knew more about sports and movies than most of the guys and wasn't afraid to give them shit.
"Hey Billie," Scott shouts from the bedroom where he's getting dressed, "Which of your friends are going to make it tonight?"
The knock didn't come as a surprise, the guys were coming over for a movie night. As gay as that sounds, it was something they seemed to do fairly regularly. Not that we didn't watch football, or basketball, or any respective sport that might be on from one season to the next, but "movie night" was a "thing" too. "Sweety do you mind?!" I ask from the kitchen as you seem more content to scroll through your instagram feed than helping me out. "Sure" you say with a sigh, and no doubt rolling your eyes.
Mike and Harry are standing at the door, they smile at you as they look you up and down. "Whats up? You hanging out with us tonight?" Mike asks excitedly as they slide through the doorway and fall onto the couch. "I'm supposed to grab drinks with one of my girlfriends, but shouldn't be gone too long!" You say with a smile as you plop down between the two on the couch. "That sucks, I mean, we was kind of expecting you to be here, thats sort of the whole point." Mike says laughing looking around for me still on the other side of the bar in the kitchen, the couch's back is my vantage point. "Whats up guys?" I say with a smile and wave. They barely acknowledge me more than a head nod, but neither of them turn around.
"Sooooo... Before you go?" Mike says with a smile, everyone on the couch already knows what he's referring to. You smile and nod approvingly. "I was going to finish watching this show before I met up with my girl anyways." You say before sliding your hand down over their pants and undoing their belts. It's not long before your head disappears. "Where did Katie (Name is whatever you prefer it to be) go?" I ask from the kitchen, "Ohhh.. uhhhh.. sh.. she was.. sh she.." Mike is stuttering and slurring a bit as he's getting close. "I dropped my earring sweety! Just looking for it" You pull up long enough to get the words out before finishing him off, and quickly moving to Harry. Some subtle grunts and groans before you pop back up to your feet and wipe your chin. "See you in a little bit sweety!" You say with a smile and a wink to me in the kitchen. Mike and Harry sitting back into the couch for a minute as they watch you slide out the door.
I'm not sure why my place is ALWAYS the spot. The only spot it seems my friends hang out. I don't remember the last time I have been to any of their places now that I think about it. Hell I don't even know where some of them live? I feel like a god damn housewife half the time, cooking, cleaning, fixing drinks, running errands. Kate affectionately calls it "hosting" apparently, I guess that's better than "housewife" or "domestic goddess" as she has joked a time or two. Either way, not sure why it seems to always fall on my shoulders anytime we do anything for anyone. I mean, I even "hosted" my own fucking birthday party, how does that happen?!
"What the fuck man?!" Mike gets up from the couch just as you head out the door, he heads toward the kitchen, Harry following him as he pulls up his zipper and brushes his hand against a stain on his pants. "What?" I ask curiously checking on the chicken roasting in the oven. "Why didn't you tell us Kate had plans tonight? We brought all the games, you know it's a lot more fun with her... With more people to play." He catches himself. "Yea dude, that's fucked up!" Harry says still looking down at his pants trying to brush something away. "Craig and Dillon are on their way, which leaves us with an odd number now." None of the games require teams specifically, and can be played with 2-10 players, but he makes the argument nonetheless.
"Dude, it's just game night, guys night you know? What's the big deal? She's not going to be gone that long!" I argue back, not even finding it odd that they're so concerned with your attendance. It honestly seems like they're more your friends than mine half the time. As mentioned I seem to always be the one running around trying to cater to everything else, it seems like they see you more than they see me. "Whatever man, I'm just saying." Mike says in reply obviously annoyed as he digs into the fridge for a beer. It's funny how often they come over but never actually bring anything to contribute. "Running low on beers man, might want to put that on the list. Last time we ran out of Jameson, I hope you took care of that already." Harry chimes in his eyes finally up from his pants and directed toward the liquor cabinet. "Yea, it's fine, I bought another bottle man, its cool." I say shaking my head the chicken almost ready to pull out.
"I thought we was just watching movies tonight anyways?" I say arguing as I stir the gravy simmering on the stove. "We are dude, but Kate said she really wanted to see this one too, so we are gonna have to wait on her. It's some rom com or something." Mike says cracking open his beer and taking a swig. "Just let us know next time, we can plan it better." He still seems slightly pissed at the situation.
Mike and Harry are standing at the door, they smile at you as they look you up and down. "Whats up? You hanging out with us tonight?" Mike asks excitedly as they slide through the doorway and fall onto the couch. "I'm supposed to grab drinks with one of my girlfriends, but shouldn't be gone too long!" You say with a smile as you plop down between the two on the couch. "That sucks, I mean, we was kind of expecting you to be here, thats sort of the whole point." Mike says laughing looking around for me still on the other side of the bar in the kitchen, the couch's back is my vantage point. "Whats up guys?" I say with a smile and wave. They barely acknowledge me more than a head nod, but neither of them turn around.
"Sooooo... Before you go?" Mike says with a smile, everyone on the couch already knows what he's referring to. You smile and nod approvingly. "I was going to finish watching this show before I met up with my girl anyways." You say before sliding your hand down over their pants and undoing their belts. It's not long before your head disappears. "Where did Katie (Name is whatever you prefer it to be) go?" I ask from the kitchen, "Ohhh.. uhhhh.. sh.. she was.. sh she.." Mike is stuttering and slurring a bit as he's getting close. "I dropped my earring sweety! Just looking for it" You pull up long enough to get the words out before finishing him off, and quickly moving to Harry. Some subtle grunts and groans before you pop back up to your feet and wipe your chin. "See you in a little bit sweety!" You say with a smile and a wink to me in the kitchen. Mike and Harry sitting back into the couch for a minute as they watch you slide out the door.
I'm not sure why my place is ALWAYS the spot. The only spot it seems my friends hang out. I don't remember the last time I have been to any of their places now that I think about it. Hell I don't even know where some of them live? I feel like a god damn housewife half the time, cooking, cleaning, fixing drinks, running errands. Kate affectionately calls it "hosting" apparently, I guess that's better than "housewife" or "domestic goddess" as she has joked a time or two. Either way, not sure why it seems to always fall on my shoulders anytime we do anything for anyone. I mean, I even "hosted" my own fucking birthday party, how does that happen?!
"What the fuck man?!" Mike gets up from the couch just as you head out the door, he heads toward the kitchen, Harry following him as he pulls up his zipper and brushes his hand against a stain on his pants. "What?" I ask curiously checking on the chicken roasting in the oven. "Why didn't you tell us Kate had plans tonight? We brought all the games, you know it's a lot more fun with her... With more people to play." He catches himself. "Yea dude, that's fucked up!" Harry says still looking down at his pants trying to brush something away. "Craig and Dillon are on their way, which leaves us with an odd number now." None of the games require teams specifically, and can be played with 2-10 players, but he makes the argument nonetheless.
"Dude, it's just game night, guys night you know? What's the big deal? She's not going to be gone that long!" I argue back, not even finding it odd that they're so concerned with your attendance. It honestly seems like they're more your friends than mine half the time. As mentioned I seem to always be the one running around trying to cater to everything else, it seems like they see you more than they see me. "Whatever man, I'm just saying." Mike says in reply obviously annoyed as he digs into the fridge for a beer. It's funny how often they come over but never actually bring anything to contribute. "Running low on beers man, might want to put that on the list. Last time we ran out of Jameson, I hope you took care of that already." Harry chimes in his eyes finally up from his pants and directed toward the liquor cabinet. "Yea, it's fine, I bought another bottle man, its cool." I say shaking my head the chicken almost ready to pull out.
"I thought we was just watching movies tonight anyways?" I say arguing as I stir the gravy simmering on the stove. "We are dude, but Kate said she really wanted to see this one too, so we are gonna have to wait on her. It's some rom com or something." Mike says cracking open his beer and taking a swig. "Just let us know next time, we can plan it better." He still seems slightly pissed at the situation.
She was always the cool girl, different than usual. She's obviously attractive, curves in all the right places, but doesn't really flaunt it too much. She'd always gotten along great with the boys growing up, she just fit right in it seemed. It didn't hurt that she learned early on just how much guys love a good blowjob, and how much she loved giving them. It was an art for her, and she was a magnificent artist. Her reputation typically preceded her, which led to her having so many guy friends. She never really thought of it as them "using" her, but she was always "just a friend" or "like a sister" to them for some reason.
Then she met Grant. They had SO much in common. The liked the same movies, the same video games, the same comics. It was like they were made for each other. They were inseparable from the first time they met. Grant was one of the first guys that truly saw her for who she really was. He included her because he genuinely enjoyed her company. They had a great time wherever they went, whatever they did. The way they looked at each other was magical. It wasn't a least bit surprising to Grant to find she had so many guy friends, well, basically ALL guy friends, "she's just such a cool girl!" He would say.
It was almost romantic how her tongue slid up and down the shaft as she looked up from her knees. Her lips already glistening it seemed from the precum as they parted and she took the head into her mouth slowly and suckled it, teasing it with her tongue. It wasn't long before she slid it in slowly, her saliva mixing with the precum lubing it up to make the bend in the back of her throat. His hands reaching down for her head as his cock presses against the back of her throat, letting out a low but quiet grunt as he pushes her head further down, forcing his cock to make the bend into her throat "huhhhhhh". He slid it further and further in until her forehead was into his abs and held it there for a moment taking a few generous strokes of her throat before pulling back and letting her catch her breath. It wasn't long before her head was bobbing rhythmically and his cock was was plunging in and out of her throat, the wet plunging sounds getting louder as her head bobbed up and down and his cock began to swell, and his balls began to tighten.
A knock comes at the door startling them a bit, but her head still moving seamlessly. "Hey... Sweety? Are you guys ok in there? The guys were wondering how long you were going to be talking to Marcus... I think they are ready to start the movie." She rolls her eyes a bit before pulling off his dick, a bit breathlessly "We're almost done Grant, just give us a few minutes ok?"
Then she met Grant. They had SO much in common. The liked the same movies, the same video games, the same comics. It was like they were made for each other. They were inseparable from the first time they met. Grant was one of the first guys that truly saw her for who she really was. He included her because he genuinely enjoyed her company. They had a great time wherever they went, whatever they did. The way they looked at each other was magical. It wasn't a least bit surprising to Grant to find she had so many guy friends, well, basically ALL guy friends, "she's just such a cool girl!" He would say.
It was almost romantic how her tongue slid up and down the shaft as she looked up from her knees. Her lips already glistening it seemed from the precum as they parted and she took the head into her mouth slowly and suckled it, teasing it with her tongue. It wasn't long before she slid it in slowly, her saliva mixing with the precum lubing it up to make the bend in the back of her throat. His hands reaching down for her head as his cock presses against the back of her throat, letting out a low but quiet grunt as he pushes her head further down, forcing his cock to make the bend into her throat "huhhhhhh". He slid it further and further in until her forehead was into his abs and held it there for a moment taking a few generous strokes of her throat before pulling back and letting her catch her breath. It wasn't long before her head was bobbing rhythmically and his cock was was plunging in and out of her throat, the wet plunging sounds getting louder as her head bobbed up and down and his cock began to swell, and his balls began to tighten.
A knock comes at the door startling them a bit, but her head still moving seamlessly. "Hey... Sweety? Are you guys ok in there? The guys were wondering how long you were going to be talking to Marcus... I think they are ready to start the movie." She rolls her eyes a bit before pulling off his dick, a bit breathlessly "We're almost done Grant, just give us a few minutes ok?"
"You know..." she says, "I don't know that you're taking full advantage of what I said to you that one time" then she slides her lips over her boyfriends cock, all the way down to the base, letting it push past her tonsils, not even coming close to gagging.
Andrew stares down at her and smiles. It feels amazing. "What's that?"
She pulls off, strands of saliva stretching back to her tongue "that I'm willing to do anything. Don't get me wrong, I'm into all the anal you want. But when I said 'anything' I meant 'anything.' I feel like there's shit you want to do that you're afraid to suggest."
Is she teasing him? Psychologically and physically as she jerks and licks his dick.
She goes on "I mean, everyone has fantasies. Crazy fantasies. Wild fantasies. Disgusting fantasies. You can tell them to me. I'm game. I'm into it. I promise."
Andrew smile as she bobs down on his meat again. It's always the cute ones you've got to watch out for.
And when she pulls off she goads him again "C'mon. What is it that you want to do? Tell me. Tell me a fantasy. Don't worry how I'll react." She licks her lips "I'm telling you how I'll react. I'll do it."
So, okay, Andrew decide to give her what she's asking for.
Even though she told him she would agree to anything, it was naturally still difficult to work up the courage to admit what you truly wanted. Looking into the face of the girl you loved and saying you wanted her to be with another man, it couldn't have been what she'd expect to hear. After a massive gulp and a long sigh, he takes the leap.
"I want you to be used by other men," Andrew finally says. Time seemed frozen as he waited for her reaction, mentally preparing yourself for the worst. For Billie to call him a weirdo, ask why he could possibly want that. Why hs'd ever let another man be with his woman.
Instead of being confused or upset though, a smile crept across her face.
"I am sooooo fuckin down for that," she said, and Andrew could barely believe your ears.
"I mean I love fucking you and I love your cock, you're the biggest and best I've had and nobody can compete with you babe, but it would be so hot to fuck someone new with you knowing all about it!"
Billie looked so sweet and innocent, and when she had her body covered and was dressed modestly you'd think she was the most pure woman you'd ever seen. Who knew such a voracious perverted woman she truly was under the surface.
"Fuck I love you so much babe," Andrew blurted out, delighted at how accepting she was being. She said it back and her naked body inched just a little closer, kissing you for a few seconds before pulling back.
"Ohhh this is exciting!" Billie said, bouncing up and down on the bed. She looked like an eager kid on Christmas morning, anxious to tear into their presents.
"Who do you want me to get fucked by first?"
Andrew didn't think she'd ever actually agree to this, so his brain began to overload with possibilities.
He was were sure she had fellow classmates who lusted after her, or fellow teachers. You'd caught a few friends of yours checking her out on more than one occasion. Your roommate has made no effort to hide his intense affection for her. You could introduce Billie to your family, there's no doubt that your younger brother or your father would jump at the chance to pound your girlfriend's tight snatch. Hell, you could give your grandfather an amazing thrill! Billie probably had a few exes who would love it, or friends who could be easily convinced. How far could you push things, would Carrie be willing to fuck your old bully? Complete strangers? Assholes she positively despises? The possibilities were endless!
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"Oh my god..." Andrew said in disbelief, his eyes fixed on the ceiling. She agreed to his request.
He couldn't begin to remember just how many times he'd fantasized about seeing her with another man. He did everything he could to hide that desire from her, but he finally managed to say it, and he could not hide his enthusiasm at her response.
"Who to go for first?" He said, talking almost to himself, as his mind raced through the possibilities of people he'd like to see her with. The sheer amount of possibilities excited him to no end, as he almost could not contain his excitement.
He finally looks back at his girlfriend. Seeing her be willing to do this for him solidified the idea that she is truly the greatest thing that has ever happened to him. He had no idea how he even managed to land her, but he knew right away that she is simply the best. And her enthusiastic agreement only solidified that in his mind.
"How about..." He starts saying before pausing to think for a second. He wanted his first time seeing her with another man to be as relaxed as possible. No pressure, no stress, nothing too serious, just simply harmless fun. Although he had a few idea, he quickly decided it would be for the best to go with a complete stranger. That way there is as little pressure as possible. And he knew exactly where to go to find what he was looking for.
"How about The Starlight? We can pick someone from there to start out with? Just easy fun, no issues afterwards?" He suggested The Starlight, which was the local bar, to her. He went a few times before so he had an idea of what it was like, and the kind of clientele that was there. It seemed like an easy first choice to him.
"Tonight or tomorrow maybe?" He did his best to hide his eagerness, and to not sound like a child asking his parents for icecream. A whole world of possibilities was suddenly opened to him.
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Billie was a year younger than Andrew and also a year behind in college to him but she was quite smitten with him after only dating him for a few months. The pair of them had already moved quite fast for such a young couple. Drew was very sweet, thoughtful and romantic like no others had been to her. He was a fairly satisfying fuck and what made it even better was when he was attempting to indulge in her kinks which always brought a big smile to her face whenever he did. Though he always was rather satisfied by them, like what guy didn't love blowing his load all over a girls face.
It was fun, being in a relationship where she was now more comfortable with who she was in life as a person now and being able to share that with someone she loved. She hadn't really dated too much since coming into college, instead focusing on her studies first and foremost, she did have a few one night stands and flings from time to time but nothing until Drew came along and swooped her up.
So when Billie heard her boyfriend had a new fantasy, she was as always eager to find out, mind racing to what revelation she was going to find out this time. But when she heard what he had in mind, she was a little shocked. He wanted her to fuck other men!? They hadn't even discussed a threesome or anything, he just wanted to share her.
She let out her excitement to him, agreeing fast and already had her mind racing on possibilities. Drew gave her a run down, thinking about the possibilities which he seemed to have a few in mind, like he had been picturing her with a fair amount of others already.
Seeing his excitement fueld her own as well. Tonight or tomorrow, that was so close that her excitement and nerves started to bubble up within her. "Yes baby, that sounds good." She beamed with excitement.
"So you want some random man, to fuck me and use me" Billie's reply was with no emotion or hint of her fellings towards your request. "why a stranger then?" she added on, raising an eyebrow at Drew but had a playful smile attached, just wanting to hear what was on his mind.
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Really a lot of ways this can go but would love it to be fun at first but then the girlfriend gets swept up in guys that thoroughly outperform her boyfriend. Names, details and all that subject to change as well. Open to twists and different ideas for this.
But for a rough outline for the story.
I think the boyfriend is average looking, average in bed, and nothing too over the top. While the girlfriend is very loving, playful, and a bit out of his league. They have a great relationship, but when the BF suggests that he wants her to get used by other men, things slowly change.
Things start out fun for them both. Maybe she fucks a stranger to start out. They all love it, and it's exactly what they all thought it would be. But then, BF starts to push her more and more, telling her to let someone she absolutely hates use her? I think that's when things would slowly start to change. Maybe she goes into that scenario thinking it will not be as fun as the first times she's done this, but she finds herself actually really enjoying a better man in bed, with an enemy?
Also, we could explore whe she starts to enjoy humiliting her boyfriend? Like instead of him always picking the guy, maybe she picks HIS boss/ rival/ bully who is much better? Maybe BF starts to have reservations about all of this, thinking it would be a fun and lighthearted thing to do to expand their sex life, but now he sees that he's losing the girl that he fell in love with, and she's changing?
What happens if she gets ruthlessly fucked by a well-hung black man? Is she lost forever now?
I think that's the way I want things to play out, he has it as an odd kink and thinks it could be quite fun to play out. She's very free will and sexual but thinks it's a little odd at first but down to try it and before she knows it she's loving it and being railed and fucked to levels that her boyfriend just can't compare to at all.
I love going from they plan it out or he more so does to she starts doing things on her own accord. Perhaps even going from being quite honest about things to keeping things from him, to fucking who ever she wants.
I also love having her hate fuck someone and was thinking that could be the boyfriend's roommate that's always been a pervy dick towards her.
Character ideas ~
Stranger
Room-mate.
Boyfriends Boss
Boyfriends old bully
Boyfriends Brother or Dad
Teacher
An ex
'Work Husband'
Boyfriends friend
Nerdy classmate
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Andrew stares down at her and smiles. It feels amazing. "What's that?"
She pulls off, strands of saliva stretching back to her tongue "that I'm willing to do anything. Don't get me wrong, I'm into all the anal you want. But when I said 'anything' I meant 'anything.' I feel like there's shit you want to do that you're afraid to suggest."
Is she teasing him? Psychologically and physically as she jerks and licks his dick.
She goes on "I mean, everyone has fantasies. Crazy fantasies. Wild fantasies. Disgusting fantasies. You can tell them to me. I'm game. I'm into it. I promise."
Andrew smile as she bobs down on his meat again. It's always the cute ones you've got to watch out for.
And when she pulls off she goads him again "C'mon. What is it that you want to do? Tell me. Tell me a fantasy. Don't worry how I'll react." She licks her lips "I'm telling you how I'll react. I'll do it."
So, okay, Andrew decide to give her what she's asking for.
Even though she told him she would agree to anything, it was naturally still difficult to work up the courage to admit what you truly wanted. Looking into the face of the girl you loved and saying you wanted her to be with another man, it couldn't have been what she'd expect to hear. After a massive gulp and a long sigh, he takes the leap.
"I want you to be used by other men," Andrew finally says. Time seemed frozen as he waited for her reaction, mentally preparing yourself for the worst. For Billie to call him a weirdo, ask why he could possibly want that. Why hs'd ever let another man be with his woman.
Instead of being confused or upset though, a smile crept across her face.
"I am sooooo fuckin down for that," she said, and Andrew could barely believe your ears.
"I mean I love fucking you and I love your cock, you're the biggest and best I've had and nobody can compete with you babe, but it would be so hot to fuck someone new with you knowing all about it!"
Billie looked so sweet and innocent, and when she had her body covered and was dressed modestly you'd think she was the most pure woman you'd ever seen. Who knew such a voracious perverted woman she truly was under the surface.
"Fuck I love you so much babe," Andrew blurted out, delighted at how accepting she was being. She said it back and her naked body inched just a little closer, kissing you for a few seconds before pulling back.
"Ohhh this is exciting!" Billie said, bouncing up and down on the bed. She looked like an eager kid on Christmas morning, anxious to tear into their presents.
"Who do you want me to get fucked by first?"
Andrew didn't think she'd ever actually agree to this, so his brain began to overload with possibilities.
He was were sure she had fellow classmates who lusted after her, or fellow teachers. You'd caught a few friends of yours checking her out on more than one occasion. Your roommate has made no effort to hide his intense affection for her. You could introduce Billie to your family, there's no doubt that your younger brother or your father would jump at the chance to pound your girlfriend's tight snatch. Hell, you could give your grandfather an amazing thrill! Billie probably had a few exes who would love it, or friends who could be easily convinced. How far could you push things, would Carrie be willing to fuck your old bully? Complete strangers? Assholes she positively despises? The possibilities were endless!
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"Oh my god..." Andrew said in disbelief, his eyes fixed on the ceiling. She agreed to his request.
He couldn't begin to remember just how many times he'd fantasized about seeing her with another man. He did everything he could to hide that desire from her, but he finally managed to say it, and he could not hide his enthusiasm at her response.
"Who to go for first?" He said, talking almost to himself, as his mind raced through the possibilities of people he'd like to see her with. The sheer amount of possibilities excited him to no end, as he almost could not contain his excitement.
He finally looks back at his girlfriend. Seeing her be willing to do this for him solidified the idea that she is truly the greatest thing that has ever happened to him. He had no idea how he even managed to land her, but he knew right away that she is simply the best. And her enthusiastic agreement only solidified that in his mind.
"How about..." He starts saying before pausing to think for a second. He wanted his first time seeing her with another man to be as relaxed as possible. No pressure, no stress, nothing too serious, just simply harmless fun. Although he had a few idea, he quickly decided it would be for the best to go with a complete stranger. That way there is as little pressure as possible. And he knew exactly where to go to find what he was looking for.
"How about The Starlight? We can pick someone from there to start out with? Just easy fun, no issues afterwards?" He suggested The Starlight, which was the local bar, to her. He went a few times before so he had an idea of what it was like, and the kind of clientele that was there. It seemed like an easy first choice to him.
"Tonight or tomorrow maybe?" He did his best to hide his eagerness, and to not sound like a child asking his parents for icecream. A whole world of possibilities was suddenly opened to him.
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Billie was a year younger than Andrew and also a year behind in college to him but she was quite smitten with him after only dating him for a few months. The pair of them had already moved quite fast for such a young couple. Drew was very sweet, thoughtful and romantic like no others had been to her. He was a fairly satisfying fuck and what made it even better was when he was attempting to indulge in her kinks which always brought a big smile to her face whenever he did. Though he always was rather satisfied by them, like what guy didn't love blowing his load all over a girls face.
It was fun, being in a relationship where she was now more comfortable with who she was in life as a person now and being able to share that with someone she loved. She hadn't really dated too much since coming into college, instead focusing on her studies first and foremost, she did have a few one night stands and flings from time to time but nothing until Drew came along and swooped her up.
So when Billie heard her boyfriend had a new fantasy, she was as always eager to find out, mind racing to what revelation she was going to find out this time. But when she heard what he had in mind, she was a little shocked. He wanted her to fuck other men!? They hadn't even discussed a threesome or anything, he just wanted to share her.
She let out her excitement to him, agreeing fast and already had her mind racing on possibilities. Drew gave her a run down, thinking about the possibilities which he seemed to have a few in mind, like he had been picturing her with a fair amount of others already.
Seeing his excitement fueld her own as well. Tonight or tomorrow, that was so close that her excitement and nerves started to bubble up within her. "Yes baby, that sounds good." She beamed with excitement.
"So you want some random man, to fuck me and use me" Billie's reply was with no emotion or hint of her fellings towards your request. "why a stranger then?" she added on, raising an eyebrow at Drew but had a playful smile attached, just wanting to hear what was on his mind.
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Really a lot of ways this can go but would love it to be fun at first but then the girlfriend gets swept up in guys that thoroughly outperform her boyfriend. Names, details and all that subject to change as well. Open to twists and different ideas for this.
But for a rough outline for the story.
I think the boyfriend is average looking, average in bed, and nothing too over the top. While the girlfriend is very loving, playful, and a bit out of his league. They have a great relationship, but when the BF suggests that he wants her to get used by other men, things slowly change.
Things start out fun for them both. Maybe she fucks a stranger to start out. They all love it, and it's exactly what they all thought it would be. But then, BF starts to push her more and more, telling her to let someone she absolutely hates use her? I think that's when things would slowly start to change. Maybe she goes into that scenario thinking it will not be as fun as the first times she's done this, but she finds herself actually really enjoying a better man in bed, with an enemy?
Also, we could explore whe she starts to enjoy humiliting her boyfriend? Like instead of him always picking the guy, maybe she picks HIS boss/ rival/ bully who is much better? Maybe BF starts to have reservations about all of this, thinking it would be a fun and lighthearted thing to do to expand their sex life, but now he sees that he's losing the girl that he fell in love with, and she's changing?
What happens if she gets ruthlessly fucked by a well-hung black man? Is she lost forever now?
I think that's the way I want things to play out, he has it as an odd kink and thinks it could be quite fun to play out. She's very free will and sexual but thinks it's a little odd at first but down to try it and before she knows it she's loving it and being railed and fucked to levels that her boyfriend just can't compare to at all.
I love going from they plan it out or he more so does to she starts doing things on her own accord. Perhaps even going from being quite honest about things to keeping things from him, to fucking who ever she wants.
I also love having her hate fuck someone and was thinking that could be the boyfriend's roommate that's always been a pervy dick towards her.
Character ideas ~
Stranger
Room-mate.
Boyfriends Boss
Boyfriends old bully
Boyfriends Brother or Dad
Teacher
An ex
'Work Husband'
Boyfriends friend
Nerdy classmate
.
I did just see the film Red Rocket and the general premise has me intrigued to do a RP on it. The idea is a former male porn star that's older and has had a few issues and is a big narcissist and dick returns home to his old town. He reconnects with his ex wife potentially and gets some money mainly by selling drugs to get by and then meets a young woman who he sees as being his ticket back into porn.
They start up a relationship of sorts and he's thinking of all the ways she would make a great porn star
It can deal with the girl exploring and learning things. I think she's a bit more on the eager side of things, she's sexually active and keen to try things and also get out of town and into porn after a little convincing or suggestion. She's intrigued and willing to try, if in over her head. The man is a sort of manpulative guide. I imagine it's more about his career (maybe he essentially becomes her manager, trying to ride her career to success) and a deviant pleasure of corrupting her.
I'm imagining he's a bit ambitious. Maybe it starts as thinking he can get some sweet young thing, he hasn't been able to do that for a while, and then he starts thinking--or she starts showing interest once she knows what he did before.
I like the initial scenes of her cheating with this older guy, behind her BF's back, her parents' back. And then him 'teaching' her to fuck on camera, bringing her eventually to meet other guys in the industry. Her seeing the bright side of it, money and parties and wild life. And then introducing her to various genre of films--fucking other guys who aren't necessarily like this guy. Gangbanged or whatever genres appeal. Maybe getting involved with drugs if we want. Fucking around on the side in this casual sex world. Pushing her into wilder videos.
I'm thinking Billie hasn't had an easily life. Her mother has mental health and drug issues, different guys around a lot.
It's a small town that hasn't got much going for it so she's certainly looking to get out now that she's a young woman and finished school.
Then there's a lot to play out moving to California and getting into the industry
They start up a relationship of sorts and he's thinking of all the ways she would make a great porn star
It can deal with the girl exploring and learning things. I think she's a bit more on the eager side of things, she's sexually active and keen to try things and also get out of town and into porn after a little convincing or suggestion. She's intrigued and willing to try, if in over her head. The man is a sort of manpulative guide. I imagine it's more about his career (maybe he essentially becomes her manager, trying to ride her career to success) and a deviant pleasure of corrupting her.
I'm imagining he's a bit ambitious. Maybe it starts as thinking he can get some sweet young thing, he hasn't been able to do that for a while, and then he starts thinking--or she starts showing interest once she knows what he did before.
I like the initial scenes of her cheating with this older guy, behind her BF's back, her parents' back. And then him 'teaching' her to fuck on camera, bringing her eventually to meet other guys in the industry. Her seeing the bright side of it, money and parties and wild life. And then introducing her to various genre of films--fucking other guys who aren't necessarily like this guy. Gangbanged or whatever genres appeal. Maybe getting involved with drugs if we want. Fucking around on the side in this casual sex world. Pushing her into wilder videos.
I'm thinking Billie hasn't had an easily life. Her mother has mental health and drug issues, different guys around a lot.
It's a small town that hasn't got much going for it so she's certainly looking to get out now that she's a young woman and finished school.
Then there's a lot to play out moving to California and getting into the industry
Riley Reid settled back in the chair and let out a slow breath, whoever thought this kind of work was easy had, obviously, never done it. With the towel that she had picked up on her way out, she patted her face and neck to remove the perspiration that she had produced from the effort of the job and with a little more care, worked the towel up her lightly bronzed legs before she patted her neck again. The break would be short, but like everyone else there, the breaks were welcome. She sipped from the bottle of water and pulled her cell phone out of a pocket and sighed as she tapped away.
Hi Lover, Work going into overtime with the deadline. Gonna be late for dinner, 8:00 ok, or reschedule?
Hugs and deep kisses,
Rye
She hated to spoil yet another dinner, she wanted to see Liam and feel his arms about her tonight. They hadn't had nearly enough time and the job was almost always the cause. Still, he was the steadiest boyfriend that she had ever had and he was dear to her in so many ways. After 4 months together, she was the happiest that she had ever been aside from the fact that work held her by the short and curliest, she would happily spend every evening cuddled up on the couch and watch some silly movie, or have him read to her in his rich voice.
"Ok Everyone, break's over!" The director said and Riley Reid sighed and rose from her director's chair and slipped the robe off of her naked form and padded back out onto the set. "Where do we start?" she asked as she accepted the old woman that stepped up and sprayed water over her bare skin so that the splices would look right.
"Let's resume where we left off, a few seconds of pretape to get a good splice. That ok Riley?"
The Petite woman shrugged, her brunette locks moving enticingly with the motion, "Doesn't matter to me, but how about we don't try to punch my stomach, ok?"
"Sure Babe, no problem."
Riley Reid slipped back up onto the ruffled bed and waited for the camera's to get the right angle again, a young woman slipped up behind her with a bottle of baby oil… it didn't show as much, and started pushing two fingers into Riley's ass, "Hey, not so rough, ok? I have a date tonight and I would like to be able to sit down."
"Sorry Riley." The girl squeaked and was more gentle as she lubricated the starlet's backdoor and slowly worked another finger in. "How's that?"
"Fine, where Hugo?" she looked around, "Ah, there you are." A soft slap on her ass and she felt his cock slip into her ass with little effort. "Ahhhh… damn you're big Baby."
"And…. Action!"
Riley hoped that she would never have to tell Liam what she really did for work and that he would keep on believing that she was an actress for commercial and bit parts in on location shoots.
So this plot can go in a lot of different directions but I would like to focus on the troubles and ups and downs of dating a pornstar.
Also since I am a fan of darker themes and drama I certainly can see cheating being a big theme which is always a favourite of mine.
Hi Lover, Work going into overtime with the deadline. Gonna be late for dinner, 8:00 ok, or reschedule?
Hugs and deep kisses,
Rye
She hated to spoil yet another dinner, she wanted to see Liam and feel his arms about her tonight. They hadn't had nearly enough time and the job was almost always the cause. Still, he was the steadiest boyfriend that she had ever had and he was dear to her in so many ways. After 4 months together, she was the happiest that she had ever been aside from the fact that work held her by the short and curliest, she would happily spend every evening cuddled up on the couch and watch some silly movie, or have him read to her in his rich voice.
"Ok Everyone, break's over!" The director said and Riley Reid sighed and rose from her director's chair and slipped the robe off of her naked form and padded back out onto the set. "Where do we start?" she asked as she accepted the old woman that stepped up and sprayed water over her bare skin so that the splices would look right.
"Let's resume where we left off, a few seconds of pretape to get a good splice. That ok Riley?"
The Petite woman shrugged, her brunette locks moving enticingly with the motion, "Doesn't matter to me, but how about we don't try to punch my stomach, ok?"
"Sure Babe, no problem."
Riley Reid slipped back up onto the ruffled bed and waited for the camera's to get the right angle again, a young woman slipped up behind her with a bottle of baby oil… it didn't show as much, and started pushing two fingers into Riley's ass, "Hey, not so rough, ok? I have a date tonight and I would like to be able to sit down."
"Sorry Riley." The girl squeaked and was more gentle as she lubricated the starlet's backdoor and slowly worked another finger in. "How's that?"
"Fine, where Hugo?" she looked around, "Ah, there you are." A soft slap on her ass and she felt his cock slip into her ass with little effort. "Ahhhh… damn you're big Baby."
"And…. Action!"
Riley hoped that she would never have to tell Liam what she really did for work and that he would keep on believing that she was an actress for commercial and bit parts in on location shoots.
So this plot can go in a lot of different directions but I would like to focus on the troubles and ups and downs of dating a pornstar.
Also since I am a fan of darker themes and drama I certainly can see cheating being a big theme which is always a favourite of mine.
No one liked sitting near the teachers at lunch—no one except Isaac that is. Normally he would sit by his friends, but senior year was especially unlucky for him and none of them were in the same lunch block he was. His choice of seating afforded him an island free of immediate distraction. Here, he fed his mind as well as the body. Book propped open in front of him, his eyes never stopped moving as He worked to absorb the information inside it while numbly picking at the mediocre food on the tray.
Every day was practically a carbon copy of the one before. It would continue like that for some time considering how much of Isaac's life was already planned for him. The constant studying would pay dividends later on. His dad had connections that would get him into a nearby prestigious college. A well-paying job awaited him after as he would simply start working in the company he started. Theyalready had an agreement about it. He would start at the ground and work his way up—abilities willing. There wasn't an elevator ride to the top waiting, but he wasn't worried. Doors were already open. He only needed to walk through them and eventually he would take over. His brother certainly didn't want it, content with his own path.
His days may have been entirely predictable and even a bit lonely but none of it mattered. Monotony was a small price to pay for stability and peace. Every day was relatively stress-free and he loved it. Too bad life was never that easy. No matter how straightforward the path stretches out in front of you, there are always twists and turns you never see coming.
The sound of a tray hitting the table in front of Isaac broke his bubble. Around him, the noise of conversation washed away my concentration. Blinking, he looked up from the government textbook he was reading through to find a raven-haired beauty settling in across from him. Not only was the interruption unbalancing him, but he recognized the person who did it. Emma Wright wasn't the type of girl whose social circles put them in the same places. Normally she sat with her large group of friends at the far side of the cafeteria. It made no sense why she was here alone. Even if there was some sort of argument or drama going on, she had a dozen other acquaintances she could sit with. Moreover, it seemed like she was looking expressly at Isaac like she had sought him out specifically.
"Isaac, right?"
Silence was his response as his mind was slow to remember how to speak. It had nothing to do with any social anxiety, but more from the intense concentration he had been giving the studies. He needed a moment to shift gears.
Her eyebrow quirked at the long silence. Isaac cleared his throat and nodded. "Yeah."
She flashed him a dazzling smile. He could understand why she was so popular. Depending on who you asked, she was one of the hottest girls in school. Usually top ten. Then again, his dataset was somewhat limited. Isaacs handful of friends weren't exactly the definitive voice of the school and he didn't speak much to people outside of that small group.
"Rumor has it you were the only one to get a perfect score on Mr. Adams' physics test."
"I did get a perfect score, but I doubt I was the only one."
"You sit here all by yourself?" The swerve in conversation took me by surprise.
"It's easier to study."
"What about friends?"
"They are in the other periods."
"That sucks."
Isaac shrugged and said nothing more. It was still an enigma why she was here and not with her friends. He was already on guard in case this was some kind of elaborate prank. There were a few people who liked to throw their weight around and 'have some fun' with some less fortunate people. The bullying wasn't too severe at this school, but it wasn't something he'd enjoy one bit. He managed to get this far without attracting any attention and this whole situation was putting him on the radar. Emma was the type of girl who had eyes following her no matter where she was.
The rumors did too. Even Isaac, with barely any social interaction outside my friends, had heard the whispers about how she was an absolute slut. Rumors varied from something as benign as having an above-average amount of sexual partners to wild, and often unbelievable, stories involving gangbangs, trains, and orgies.
"I'm guessing you're curious why I'm here."
"The thought did cross my mind."
"You are pretty good at studying, right?"
"Is a fish good at swimming?"
"What?" She had a clueless expression on her face. Not in the sense that she didn't understand what he said, but stupefied that he had said it.
Isaac waved his hand for her to forget what he said. "I suppose."
"Well, I was hoping to find a study buddy to help me out."
Frowning, he glanced around. It seemed like she was serious and he couldn't see anyone overtly watching them. "Are you in danger of failing or something?"
She gave a light laugh that made him uncomfortable. It made him realize how lacking his interaction with the opposite sex was. "Hardly. I'm a solid B student."
"And why do you need help studying?"
Her head tilted slightly. "Is there anything wrong with wanting to boost my grades up a bit?"
That was certainly something they could both agree on. "Not at all. I'm surprised you are asking me and not one of your friends."
"Ah," she said with a nod. "Yeah, I've tried. The problem with studying with friends is how easy it is to get distracted. I don't know anyone who takes studying as seriously as you do, so I'm hoping some of that study power rubs off on me."
"I don't think it works that way."
She laughed again. "I know, but I figure if I want to improve my grades, I should go with the master of academics himself. I hear you are top of the class or something."
Uncomfortable with the praise, Isaac scratched at his cheek. "So what are you proposing?"
"How often do you study after school?"
"Every day."
A chuckle as she shook her head. "I should have seen that coming. Okay, so maybe we can meet a few times after school to go over things?"
He took a moment to mentally step back and look over the situation. Emma seemed noble in her purpose. He was still unsure why she was asking him, but it wouldn't be too disruptive to his routine. Actually, it might be helpful. He heard that the process of teaching someone helped garner a deeper understanding of the material as well.
He nodded. "If you want."
"Great!" she said with another big smile. It was a little alarming how his body reacted to something as simple as a smile. "Here, I'll add you on Snap."
"I don't have that." She seemed surprised at that. He could see why people were interested in social media, but wasn't one to join in. The closest thing he had was Discord which his friends and him used to share all sorts of memes and information with each other.
She named a few other social media apps and he found himself shaking his head to each one. "Okay, just a phone number then."
He said nothing as they exchanged numbers. His phone buzzed as a message popped up. Opening it, he read that she was looking forward to studying with him. Saying our goodbyes, she collected her lunch and walked off.
As Isaac tried to get his mindset back into studying, he didn't think too much of his new relationship with Emma. He figured she'd show up a few times at the library before getting bored and drifting back out of his life. That's how it usually worked with the popular kids anyways, and he expected Emma to be no different.
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This can go a lot of different ways but I think a lead female character that will delve into a lot of things and have a variety of males around with main focus on the poor nerd.
I think she could mess around with a lot of her friend group and even his.
Motivations can vary as I think she's still going to be getting dick from whatever guy she wants and fucked far better than Isaac and his friends could probably do.
I think she'll enjoy toying and teasing him, plus the benefits of him teaching her and doing some of her work
I think she'll be a bit messed up and devious, enjoying being a slut while also enjoying the games she plays with Isaac.
And I think a big part early on would them be texting, her giving him rewards for helping her study, with homework, etc.
It would be images that keep ramping up in scale, her hot pics while clothes, to nudes, to her doing sexual things with guys.
I think it can be a pretty messed up story. They both enjoy each other's friendship but she also enjoys how much he will develop and care about her along with enjoying that she can be a slut.
While he will be the same and perhaps finds out he has a kink of seeing her get fucked by other guys…. After awhile since it would make for some fun drama for him to be jealous for a while
Every day was practically a carbon copy of the one before. It would continue like that for some time considering how much of Isaac's life was already planned for him. The constant studying would pay dividends later on. His dad had connections that would get him into a nearby prestigious college. A well-paying job awaited him after as he would simply start working in the company he started. Theyalready had an agreement about it. He would start at the ground and work his way up—abilities willing. There wasn't an elevator ride to the top waiting, but he wasn't worried. Doors were already open. He only needed to walk through them and eventually he would take over. His brother certainly didn't want it, content with his own path.
His days may have been entirely predictable and even a bit lonely but none of it mattered. Monotony was a small price to pay for stability and peace. Every day was relatively stress-free and he loved it. Too bad life was never that easy. No matter how straightforward the path stretches out in front of you, there are always twists and turns you never see coming.
The sound of a tray hitting the table in front of Isaac broke his bubble. Around him, the noise of conversation washed away my concentration. Blinking, he looked up from the government textbook he was reading through to find a raven-haired beauty settling in across from him. Not only was the interruption unbalancing him, but he recognized the person who did it. Emma Wright wasn't the type of girl whose social circles put them in the same places. Normally she sat with her large group of friends at the far side of the cafeteria. It made no sense why she was here alone. Even if there was some sort of argument or drama going on, she had a dozen other acquaintances she could sit with. Moreover, it seemed like she was looking expressly at Isaac like she had sought him out specifically.
"Isaac, right?"
Silence was his response as his mind was slow to remember how to speak. It had nothing to do with any social anxiety, but more from the intense concentration he had been giving the studies. He needed a moment to shift gears.
Her eyebrow quirked at the long silence. Isaac cleared his throat and nodded. "Yeah."
She flashed him a dazzling smile. He could understand why she was so popular. Depending on who you asked, she was one of the hottest girls in school. Usually top ten. Then again, his dataset was somewhat limited. Isaacs handful of friends weren't exactly the definitive voice of the school and he didn't speak much to people outside of that small group.
"Rumor has it you were the only one to get a perfect score on Mr. Adams' physics test."
"I did get a perfect score, but I doubt I was the only one."
"You sit here all by yourself?" The swerve in conversation took me by surprise.
"It's easier to study."
"What about friends?"
"They are in the other periods."
"That sucks."
Isaac shrugged and said nothing more. It was still an enigma why she was here and not with her friends. He was already on guard in case this was some kind of elaborate prank. There were a few people who liked to throw their weight around and 'have some fun' with some less fortunate people. The bullying wasn't too severe at this school, but it wasn't something he'd enjoy one bit. He managed to get this far without attracting any attention and this whole situation was putting him on the radar. Emma was the type of girl who had eyes following her no matter where she was.
The rumors did too. Even Isaac, with barely any social interaction outside my friends, had heard the whispers about how she was an absolute slut. Rumors varied from something as benign as having an above-average amount of sexual partners to wild, and often unbelievable, stories involving gangbangs, trains, and orgies.
"I'm guessing you're curious why I'm here."
"The thought did cross my mind."
"You are pretty good at studying, right?"
"Is a fish good at swimming?"
"What?" She had a clueless expression on her face. Not in the sense that she didn't understand what he said, but stupefied that he had said it.
Isaac waved his hand for her to forget what he said. "I suppose."
"Well, I was hoping to find a study buddy to help me out."
Frowning, he glanced around. It seemed like she was serious and he couldn't see anyone overtly watching them. "Are you in danger of failing or something?"
She gave a light laugh that made him uncomfortable. It made him realize how lacking his interaction with the opposite sex was. "Hardly. I'm a solid B student."
"And why do you need help studying?"
Her head tilted slightly. "Is there anything wrong with wanting to boost my grades up a bit?"
That was certainly something they could both agree on. "Not at all. I'm surprised you are asking me and not one of your friends."
"Ah," she said with a nod. "Yeah, I've tried. The problem with studying with friends is how easy it is to get distracted. I don't know anyone who takes studying as seriously as you do, so I'm hoping some of that study power rubs off on me."
"I don't think it works that way."
She laughed again. "I know, but I figure if I want to improve my grades, I should go with the master of academics himself. I hear you are top of the class or something."
Uncomfortable with the praise, Isaac scratched at his cheek. "So what are you proposing?"
"How often do you study after school?"
"Every day."
A chuckle as she shook her head. "I should have seen that coming. Okay, so maybe we can meet a few times after school to go over things?"
He took a moment to mentally step back and look over the situation. Emma seemed noble in her purpose. He was still unsure why she was asking him, but it wouldn't be too disruptive to his routine. Actually, it might be helpful. He heard that the process of teaching someone helped garner a deeper understanding of the material as well.
He nodded. "If you want."
"Great!" she said with another big smile. It was a little alarming how his body reacted to something as simple as a smile. "Here, I'll add you on Snap."
"I don't have that." She seemed surprised at that. He could see why people were interested in social media, but wasn't one to join in. The closest thing he had was Discord which his friends and him used to share all sorts of memes and information with each other.
She named a few other social media apps and he found himself shaking his head to each one. "Okay, just a phone number then."
He said nothing as they exchanged numbers. His phone buzzed as a message popped up. Opening it, he read that she was looking forward to studying with him. Saying our goodbyes, she collected her lunch and walked off.
As Isaac tried to get his mindset back into studying, he didn't think too much of his new relationship with Emma. He figured she'd show up a few times at the library before getting bored and drifting back out of his life. That's how it usually worked with the popular kids anyways, and he expected Emma to be no different.
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This can go a lot of different ways but I think a lead female character that will delve into a lot of things and have a variety of males around with main focus on the poor nerd.
I think she could mess around with a lot of her friend group and even his.
Motivations can vary as I think she's still going to be getting dick from whatever guy she wants and fucked far better than Isaac and his friends could probably do.
I think she'll enjoy toying and teasing him, plus the benefits of him teaching her and doing some of her work
I think she'll be a bit messed up and devious, enjoying being a slut while also enjoying the games she plays with Isaac.
And I think a big part early on would them be texting, her giving him rewards for helping her study, with homework, etc.
It would be images that keep ramping up in scale, her hot pics while clothes, to nudes, to her doing sexual things with guys.
I think it can be a pretty messed up story. They both enjoy each other's friendship but she also enjoys how much he will develop and care about her along with enjoying that she can be a slut.
While he will be the same and perhaps finds out he has a kink of seeing her get fucked by other guys…. After awhile since it would make for some fun drama for him to be jealous for a while
Well, we can't all be like you Madison." The pudgy, bespectacled blonde said. She looked at her coworker with a small distaste in her tone.
"What do you mean?" Madison replied, moving the blonde bangs from her face. "I just took the big party that was given to me, Alyssa." She gestured towards the outdoor patio, in the direction of a large group of business suits.
"Ugh, yeah…" Alyssa looked at Madison's bust, "I bet those big parties have always been given to you." She rolled her eyes but Madison didn't see.
"Um, okay." Madison replied. "Thank god they came in. It's been so freaking slow today." She unbuttoned her top blouse button and it seemed to cause the rest of the servers (and customers) to stop and process the cleavage. "I'm actually going to have to work." She walked toward the table of suits.
Alyssa peered at her as she sauntered away. "It's not fair." She gazed on Madison's tight maroon skirt as it clinged on as a second skin. "I bet her tip is going to be ridiculous." She looked at her male coworker who was clearly spaced out in the same gaze.
Whispers at the table died down as the white haired men saw the approach of their waitress. One bearded man gently elbowed his peer for attention and causally dropped his spoon. "Oh dear, how clumsy of me." He must have been in his late 60s. He glanced at his younger counterpart for a moment and then at Madison. "Miss, would you mind getting that?" He pointed to the spoon.
"Oh certainly sir!" Madison crouched to the ground as elegantly as possible, conscious of the tightness in her skirt. But all eyes were down her blouse, the old man eyes were lit with joy upon seeing the outline of her bra. He gestured with his eyes to his colleagues to feast upon the sight. "Here we go." Madison retrieved the spoon. "I will get you another one." She turned to the group, "Are we ready to order?" The men all took turns reading from the menu.
The final order was to come from the youngest man at the table. Youngest being an understatement, as you could see the salt and pepper in his hair. While the others wore ties and jackets, he had gone unbuttoned and casual. Madison gathered herself for a moment while attempting to form the words to ask him what he'd like. When his eyes left the menu and met her's, there was a silence…
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Now this story is one of a good digger setting her sights on a man that she thinks she will be able to seduce. Maybe her job really isn't affording the lifestyle she wants so badly.
I'm happy to discuss what age the man she seduces is. I am also thinking that even though they get together they she won't remain loyal to him sexually and will cheat around. Perhaps wirh his son, co workers, etc.
This can have a different starter and go in different directions.
"What do you mean?" Madison replied, moving the blonde bangs from her face. "I just took the big party that was given to me, Alyssa." She gestured towards the outdoor patio, in the direction of a large group of business suits.
"Ugh, yeah…" Alyssa looked at Madison's bust, "I bet those big parties have always been given to you." She rolled her eyes but Madison didn't see.
"Um, okay." Madison replied. "Thank god they came in. It's been so freaking slow today." She unbuttoned her top blouse button and it seemed to cause the rest of the servers (and customers) to stop and process the cleavage. "I'm actually going to have to work." She walked toward the table of suits.
Alyssa peered at her as she sauntered away. "It's not fair." She gazed on Madison's tight maroon skirt as it clinged on as a second skin. "I bet her tip is going to be ridiculous." She looked at her male coworker who was clearly spaced out in the same gaze.
Whispers at the table died down as the white haired men saw the approach of their waitress. One bearded man gently elbowed his peer for attention and causally dropped his spoon. "Oh dear, how clumsy of me." He must have been in his late 60s. He glanced at his younger counterpart for a moment and then at Madison. "Miss, would you mind getting that?" He pointed to the spoon.
"Oh certainly sir!" Madison crouched to the ground as elegantly as possible, conscious of the tightness in her skirt. But all eyes were down her blouse, the old man eyes were lit with joy upon seeing the outline of her bra. He gestured with his eyes to his colleagues to feast upon the sight. "Here we go." Madison retrieved the spoon. "I will get you another one." She turned to the group, "Are we ready to order?" The men all took turns reading from the menu.
The final order was to come from the youngest man at the table. Youngest being an understatement, as you could see the salt and pepper in his hair. While the others wore ties and jackets, he had gone unbuttoned and casual. Madison gathered herself for a moment while attempting to form the words to ask him what he'd like. When his eyes left the menu and met her's, there was a silence…
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Now this story is one of a good digger setting her sights on a man that she thinks she will be able to seduce. Maybe her job really isn't affording the lifestyle she wants so badly.
I'm happy to discuss what age the man she seduces is. I am also thinking that even though they get together they she won't remain loyal to him sexually and will cheat around. Perhaps wirh his son, co workers, etc.
This can have a different starter and go in different directions.
Just Let My Boss Fuck You This One Time? Nothing Could Go Wrong…. Right??
Madison couldn't help but blush at the proposal. She knew she looked good but not THAT good. It was so brazen it turned her on just a little. Her husband was up for a big promotion - or at least one of the candidates - and his boss was coming over for dinner. The promotion really hinged on Dinner and getting to know him more. Her husband had requested her to wear one of her form hugging dresses and even despite his anxiety, she knew it was one of his favorites and he was sure to ravish her after his boss left. It turned her on just a bit knowing she'd have some toe-curling sex tonight.
She hadn't expected to find her husbands Boss to be a handsome older man who oozed confidence. She had certainly not expected the lingering touch after they hugged or the proposal that slipped from his lips moments later. Her husbands boss wanted to fuck Madison! They had a few minutes to converse about it together and her husband was clearly shocked, shamed, and completely lost. But it was clear the promotion he had been working so hard towards hinged on their decision.
Madison had never cheated before but she found herself leading her husbands boss up to her marital bedroom. She wasn't sure what to expect and was quite nervous herself, but by the time he left she knew she wanted more from him. She even gave him her direct phone number. Of course, she told her husband it was average at best and he was better but she couldn't tell him the truth. 'Girls Night Out' gave her a perfect excuse to meet her husbands Boss in a hotel room for a few hours and soon she was his, in every way but marriage.
How long can she keep the lie up in front of her husband? Or does he have a growing idea? And her natural submissiveness...will she abide by her new 'master' when he decides to take her in front of her husband?
Madison couldn't help but blush at the proposal. She knew she looked good but not THAT good. It was so brazen it turned her on just a little. Her husband was up for a big promotion - or at least one of the candidates - and his boss was coming over for dinner. The promotion really hinged on Dinner and getting to know him more. Her husband had requested her to wear one of her form hugging dresses and even despite his anxiety, she knew it was one of his favorites and he was sure to ravish her after his boss left. It turned her on just a bit knowing she'd have some toe-curling sex tonight.
She hadn't expected to find her husbands Boss to be a handsome older man who oozed confidence. She had certainly not expected the lingering touch after they hugged or the proposal that slipped from his lips moments later. Her husbands boss wanted to fuck Madison! They had a few minutes to converse about it together and her husband was clearly shocked, shamed, and completely lost. But it was clear the promotion he had been working so hard towards hinged on their decision.
Madison had never cheated before but she found herself leading her husbands boss up to her marital bedroom. She wasn't sure what to expect and was quite nervous herself, but by the time he left she knew she wanted more from him. She even gave him her direct phone number. Of course, she told her husband it was average at best and he was better but she couldn't tell him the truth. 'Girls Night Out' gave her a perfect excuse to meet her husbands Boss in a hotel room for a few hours and soon she was his, in every way but marriage.
How long can she keep the lie up in front of her husband? Or does he have a growing idea? And her natural submissiveness...will she abide by her new 'master' when he decides to take her in front of her husband?
Can I Borrow Your Wife?
Dean admired his wife Billie as she slipped into her comfy pyjamas. He often wondered how he had ended up with such an attractive woman. He wasn't bad looking in fact many would have called him handsome. At 27 he was tall and trim from regular running, with mousy brown hair and a bright friendly face that put people at ease. The reason he was so surprised that a beautiful woman like Billie had married him was that he'd never been much good with women in the past. His problem was he was always so enamoured of them that he could never play it cool. He was so excited by beautiful women that he got flustered when trying to be anything more than their friend.
He had had a semi serious girlfriend and even a very drunk one night stand before he met Billie in his third year of Uni. They met through a mutual friend and really clicked. She had been with someone else when they met. Dean theorised that this was why he got on with her so easily as he didn't see a relationship happening so he hung out with her as a friend and never felt the pressure of having to come on to her.
Her relationship didn't last and one fateful night they hooked up at a house party. Billie had decided that she was going to have him that night and came on to him so aggressively that he didn't have a chance to get jittery before they were already doing it. That was it. From then on they hung out and fucked and come the end of Uni he got a flat and she moved in while she finished her final year.
Living together was a breeze and it was without hesitation that he proposed and she accepted with tears in her eyes. She had never expected to be a young bride but equally she always thought she was going to end up with jerks like the guys she had always been with before. She couldn't imagine finding a man who she loved spending time with as much as Dean.
Billie was 25 and had long straight blonde hair that had darkened as he became an adult from the bright blonde of her childhood but she had highlights in that kept it looking bright. She was on the shorter side of average height and very slim. As a kid she had always looked like a pencil but she'd been a bit of a tomboy and had given neighbourhood boys back as good as they gave. Now as an adult she had a model's physique with B cup breasts that looked large on her frame. Her legs were long and slender and her thighs had a little gap in between even when her knees were touching and a pert behind that guys always called cute.
Despite her figure she was healthy and ate well but that energy she had had as a kid had continued into her adult years. She loved to run with Dean but also hit the gym regularly and swam at least once per week. Back at Uni she had been a club monster and was out dancing two or three times per week. She had also burned a lot of her energy at that time with sex.
Billie was the opposite of Dean in that regard. Her tomboy personality had led her to get on well with boys and she quickly found that boys were attracted to girls who could play along with their games. Mixed with her natural good looks she found that she was never short of male attention and from the point of losing her virginity she had enjoyed sex but she avoided relationships. They got in the way and jealousy was such a pain to deal with so she kept it casual.
That was until she met Dean. She had just broken away from a guy who was trying to get clingy and needed a new cock to help her forget him. She had been getting on with Dean and when the opportunity arose to bed him she jumped on it. She'd seen him try to chat up girls and he was hopeless so she took the initiative.
The following morning they hung out and did it again. The sex was nice. Not mind blowing but good. It wasn't the sex though, she just felt comfortable with him in a way she had never felt before. For once she was just as interested in just being with him than partying.
After a year together he asked her to move in after he got a job and it just seemed right. It had probably saved her education as well. Being in a committed relationship in a flat away from the partying allowed her to knuckle down and get some work done and she came away with a good degree but whereas Dean had gone straight into a good position in the accounts department of a good company her marketing degree wasn't helping her out so much.
Eventually she landed a part time reception gig for an office complex. She knew she had got the job because she was pretty and had flirted with the interviewer as it had nothing to do with her qualifications but it was bringing in enough to cover her own expenses and give at least a little to the flat but things were tighter than they would have liked and she was constantly on the lookout for something she had trained in or at least a better pay-check.
She climbed into bed with her man and he held his arm out so she could rest her head on his chest. "I've got to drop the car into the garage tomorrow" she said laden with meaning.
Dean knew what she was getting it "I know it needs a lot doing to it but we can cope. We are just going to have to spread the payment out a bit. We'll be fine" he said as he stroked her silky hair.
"I could cancel my gym membership and run with you more" she said sleepily being lulled by his calming touch.
"Really my love we are going to be fine." It was going to be tight but he was a budgeting master, they may have to shop frugally for the next month or so but they could do it. Just then his phone buzzed and he reached over to get it. Billie protested at the slight movement of his chest which disturbed her "Huh" he said as he read the message.
"What is it" said Billie lifting her head slightly.
"Nothing serious, it's from Liam. It says he's in the area soon and wants to meet up."
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Dean set the table while Billie did the cooking. He was looking forward to seeing Liam, without him Dean's university life would have been pretty quiet and it was at his party that he had met Billie. The issue was that Liam had a very different view on the world to Dean and it sometimes caused a little friction.
This visit was a good example of that. Liam came from money and really had no concept of struggling to make ends meet. When Dean had called him to arrange meeting up Liam had instantly suggested going out to dinner and was throwing out restaurant names that Dean recognised as being pretty expensive. It had taken ages to convince him that they really couldn't afford to eat out at all let alone in a fancy restaurant. Eventually he got it "A quiet night in sounds great" he had announced in his big exuberant way. I'll bring the wine. I want to talk to you about something that might help with that money problem of yours." Dean had pushed him for more details but he jovially refused to say more.
Liam was like that but Dean had always appreciated him being a counterfoil to his own quieter, more nervous personality and had always let himself get swept up by his charisma. It had gotten them into trouble a few times which Dean now viewed as some of his fondest memories.
In return Dean was always there when Liam needed to knuckle down and do some work. It turned out that Liam's parents were pretty strict. They had made him go to university to study accountancy to teach him fiscal responsibility and while he loved to party and was certainly a ladies man, he also respected/feared his parents enough that he needed to do well. He would come, cap in hand to Dean asking for help on one subject or another and Dean would help him. Liam always had the good grace to take it seriously at those times and then after the test, essay or presentation was over he would drag Dean out for more fun and hi-jinx. After university they had lost touch a little as Dean focussed on work and Liam began whatever enterprise he had been working at.
There was a knock on the door and Dean rushed over to answer it. There he was, arms outstretched ready to hug and Dean found himself pulled into a hard, manly embrace. Liam's mother was Middle Eastern and his father was Scandinavian this had resulted in a son well above the average height with broad shoulders. His features were more on the European side but he had the black hair and tanned skin from his mother's side. His father would joke that he had kidnapped his mother on a Viking raid and there was definitely something of the Viking about Liam.
Liam came in and greeted Billie with a cheer as he picked her up and turned around with her nearly knocking things over in their modest apartment. Billie squealed and laughed at the big oaf and she punched him on the arm before going on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek and saying "Hello Liam, good to see you." The couple fussed around setting out dinner as Liam opened the no doubt expensive wine he had brought with him and they sat down to dinner.
Nobody mentioned the thing that Liam had wanted to discuss because they were too busy catching up and by the end of the meal they were one bottle of wine down and well on the way to polishing off the second. Liam was largely unaffected and Billie was holding it well but Dean was starting to move from merry to pissed. He really didn't drink much these days as he saw it as an unnecessary expense but Billie still drank semi regularly.
They had moved over to the living area and were slouched on comfortable chairs. Liam in an armchair and Billie was reclining against Dean on the sofa. Liam leaned forward after a natural break in the conversation and looked serious "I have something I need to discuss with you guys" he said. "I have a big favour to ask and if it's too much please say, I won't be offended."
Billie and Dean looked at each other with concern the effects of the wine lessened by the shift in tone. "What is it buddy" asked Dean.
Liam sighed and ran his hands over his face "I would like to borrow Billie" he announced.
"Borrow her for what?" asked Dean.
"I would like Billie to be my girlfriend."
They stared at him blankly.
"I should say I would like her to pretend to be my girlfriend" corrected Liam.
The couple nearly spat out their wine when he first said it but once he clarified it Billie laughed "Why do you want me to pretend to be your girlfriend?"
"Yea bud' I think we need a bit more context here."
"It's my damn parent's dude. I'm busy trying to set up my own businesses but they are on at me about settling down and finding a steady girl."
That made sense to Dean. He had met Liam's parents. His dad was strict about money and responsibility but pretty easy going about most other things. His mother was pretty conservative and didn't like his loose behaviour with women. She barely tolerated him wanting to be an entrepreneur preferring he had followed a more traditional route like Dean and she wanted him married or at the very least to stop playing around and to find a nice girl to be with and not the party girls he usually dated if he saw them more than once that was. "What are they wanting?" Dean asked.
"My big sister is getting married and my mum has been worse than ever" said Liam. "To shut her up I told her I was seeing a nice girl. That was fine for a few days but then she was pestering me for details and a picture so I went through my phone to find a picture of me with a girl to send her but none of them were particularly appropriate."
"Oh I can see where this is going" said Billie sitting up and leaning forward.
Liam made eye contact and gave a guilty shrug but continued the story. "I found a picture of me with a nice girl who was dressed nicely and didn't have too much makeup on who I looked relaxed and happy with. It was you from that garden party Jeff threw a couple of years ago so I sent her that. My god was she delighted and there were so many questions and, well, because I knew you so well I just used you as a template and told her all about you. So now we have this big pre wedding planning party to go to and I really need a date and maybe for the wedding?" His voice went up as he winced while making his request.
There was a pregnant pause where nobody said anything. Dean was fighting the alcohol to make sense of this stupid request but he was snapped out of it when Billie burst out laughing. "You stupid bastard" she said while laughing "I can't believe you put yourself in these situations. Just tell her we broke up, probably because you cheated on me with a stripper."
"I would but she is being a nightmare. She won't leave me alone and I am trying to set up some businesses that she wouldn't strictly approve of. A lovely girlfriend for her to fawn over will distract her long enough that I can get things running and hopefully she doesn't find out but if she does and persuades my dad to cut me off it won't matter because I'll be solvent. It's only the wedding and a couple of meetups, please" he begged putting his hands together and giving them both puppy dog eyes which he managed to do very well considering his size.
Dean's head was fuzzy with wine and he couldn't quite get it "So you take Billie to meet your family and pass her off as your girlfriend until after the wedding?"
"That's the gist of it" confirmed Liam.
Dean rubbed his temples "Exactly how far does she have to go to prove it?"
Liam laughed "Yes I get your point. I don't think my parents are expecting a leaked sex tape if that's what you are getting at but yes we would have to be comfortable with casual contact and maybe even share a kiss and definitely share a room." Liam could see that Dean looked uncomfortable. "If you think of it as an acting job which it kind of is, then it's not eleven as much as a lot of actors do in films" he added trying to persuade him. "I'd consider it like a job too. I'd be taking up your spare time Billie so I'd pay you."
"Doesn't that kind of make me a bit like a whore?" asked Billie seriously.
"Or like an actress" Liam reiterated with a cheeky grin.
Dean turned to Billie and asked "What do you think about all this?"
"Honestly I think Liam is a silly prick for getting himself in this situation," she said exasperated "but I was looking for another job to fill in between my current one and I could think of worse jobs." She sighed, leaned back and crossed her arms "In theory I'm happy to do it but I'm not sure you are" she gestured to Dean.
"What do you mean?" he asked, a little hurt.
"I mean men have delicate egos' and I am not prepared to risk damaging our marriage for a little cash. If you think you can deal with me disappearing for a couple of nights with another man and you'll have no idea what we are up to then go ahead. If you can't take it then just say no and I'll find another job."
Dean went quiet as he thought. All eyes were on him but he wasn't aware of their stares as he searched his feelings. He wanted to help his friend and they needed some extra income. These were good enough reasons to say yes. What was Billie thinking questioning his confidence in her and Liam? Did she think he didn't trust her? Still, those things she said did give him pause…
Dean admired his wife Billie as she slipped into her comfy pyjamas. He often wondered how he had ended up with such an attractive woman. He wasn't bad looking in fact many would have called him handsome. At 27 he was tall and trim from regular running, with mousy brown hair and a bright friendly face that put people at ease. The reason he was so surprised that a beautiful woman like Billie had married him was that he'd never been much good with women in the past. His problem was he was always so enamoured of them that he could never play it cool. He was so excited by beautiful women that he got flustered when trying to be anything more than their friend.
He had had a semi serious girlfriend and even a very drunk one night stand before he met Billie in his third year of Uni. They met through a mutual friend and really clicked. She had been with someone else when they met. Dean theorised that this was why he got on with her so easily as he didn't see a relationship happening so he hung out with her as a friend and never felt the pressure of having to come on to her.
Her relationship didn't last and one fateful night they hooked up at a house party. Billie had decided that she was going to have him that night and came on to him so aggressively that he didn't have a chance to get jittery before they were already doing it. That was it. From then on they hung out and fucked and come the end of Uni he got a flat and she moved in while she finished her final year.
Living together was a breeze and it was without hesitation that he proposed and she accepted with tears in her eyes. She had never expected to be a young bride but equally she always thought she was going to end up with jerks like the guys she had always been with before. She couldn't imagine finding a man who she loved spending time with as much as Dean.
Billie was 25 and had long straight blonde hair that had darkened as he became an adult from the bright blonde of her childhood but she had highlights in that kept it looking bright. She was on the shorter side of average height and very slim. As a kid she had always looked like a pencil but she'd been a bit of a tomboy and had given neighbourhood boys back as good as they gave. Now as an adult she had a model's physique with B cup breasts that looked large on her frame. Her legs were long and slender and her thighs had a little gap in between even when her knees were touching and a pert behind that guys always called cute.
Despite her figure she was healthy and ate well but that energy she had had as a kid had continued into her adult years. She loved to run with Dean but also hit the gym regularly and swam at least once per week. Back at Uni she had been a club monster and was out dancing two or three times per week. She had also burned a lot of her energy at that time with sex.
Billie was the opposite of Dean in that regard. Her tomboy personality had led her to get on well with boys and she quickly found that boys were attracted to girls who could play along with their games. Mixed with her natural good looks she found that she was never short of male attention and from the point of losing her virginity she had enjoyed sex but she avoided relationships. They got in the way and jealousy was such a pain to deal with so she kept it casual.
That was until she met Dean. She had just broken away from a guy who was trying to get clingy and needed a new cock to help her forget him. She had been getting on with Dean and when the opportunity arose to bed him she jumped on it. She'd seen him try to chat up girls and he was hopeless so she took the initiative.
The following morning they hung out and did it again. The sex was nice. Not mind blowing but good. It wasn't the sex though, she just felt comfortable with him in a way she had never felt before. For once she was just as interested in just being with him than partying.
After a year together he asked her to move in after he got a job and it just seemed right. It had probably saved her education as well. Being in a committed relationship in a flat away from the partying allowed her to knuckle down and get some work done and she came away with a good degree but whereas Dean had gone straight into a good position in the accounts department of a good company her marketing degree wasn't helping her out so much.
Eventually she landed a part time reception gig for an office complex. She knew she had got the job because she was pretty and had flirted with the interviewer as it had nothing to do with her qualifications but it was bringing in enough to cover her own expenses and give at least a little to the flat but things were tighter than they would have liked and she was constantly on the lookout for something she had trained in or at least a better pay-check.
She climbed into bed with her man and he held his arm out so she could rest her head on his chest. "I've got to drop the car into the garage tomorrow" she said laden with meaning.
Dean knew what she was getting it "I know it needs a lot doing to it but we can cope. We are just going to have to spread the payment out a bit. We'll be fine" he said as he stroked her silky hair.
"I could cancel my gym membership and run with you more" she said sleepily being lulled by his calming touch.
"Really my love we are going to be fine." It was going to be tight but he was a budgeting master, they may have to shop frugally for the next month or so but they could do it. Just then his phone buzzed and he reached over to get it. Billie protested at the slight movement of his chest which disturbed her "Huh" he said as he read the message.
"What is it" said Billie lifting her head slightly.
"Nothing serious, it's from Liam. It says he's in the area soon and wants to meet up."
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Dean set the table while Billie did the cooking. He was looking forward to seeing Liam, without him Dean's university life would have been pretty quiet and it was at his party that he had met Billie. The issue was that Liam had a very different view on the world to Dean and it sometimes caused a little friction.
This visit was a good example of that. Liam came from money and really had no concept of struggling to make ends meet. When Dean had called him to arrange meeting up Liam had instantly suggested going out to dinner and was throwing out restaurant names that Dean recognised as being pretty expensive. It had taken ages to convince him that they really couldn't afford to eat out at all let alone in a fancy restaurant. Eventually he got it "A quiet night in sounds great" he had announced in his big exuberant way. I'll bring the wine. I want to talk to you about something that might help with that money problem of yours." Dean had pushed him for more details but he jovially refused to say more.
Liam was like that but Dean had always appreciated him being a counterfoil to his own quieter, more nervous personality and had always let himself get swept up by his charisma. It had gotten them into trouble a few times which Dean now viewed as some of his fondest memories.
In return Dean was always there when Liam needed to knuckle down and do some work. It turned out that Liam's parents were pretty strict. They had made him go to university to study accountancy to teach him fiscal responsibility and while he loved to party and was certainly a ladies man, he also respected/feared his parents enough that he needed to do well. He would come, cap in hand to Dean asking for help on one subject or another and Dean would help him. Liam always had the good grace to take it seriously at those times and then after the test, essay or presentation was over he would drag Dean out for more fun and hi-jinx. After university they had lost touch a little as Dean focussed on work and Liam began whatever enterprise he had been working at.
There was a knock on the door and Dean rushed over to answer it. There he was, arms outstretched ready to hug and Dean found himself pulled into a hard, manly embrace. Liam's mother was Middle Eastern and his father was Scandinavian this had resulted in a son well above the average height with broad shoulders. His features were more on the European side but he had the black hair and tanned skin from his mother's side. His father would joke that he had kidnapped his mother on a Viking raid and there was definitely something of the Viking about Liam.
Liam came in and greeted Billie with a cheer as he picked her up and turned around with her nearly knocking things over in their modest apartment. Billie squealed and laughed at the big oaf and she punched him on the arm before going on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek and saying "Hello Liam, good to see you." The couple fussed around setting out dinner as Liam opened the no doubt expensive wine he had brought with him and they sat down to dinner.
Nobody mentioned the thing that Liam had wanted to discuss because they were too busy catching up and by the end of the meal they were one bottle of wine down and well on the way to polishing off the second. Liam was largely unaffected and Billie was holding it well but Dean was starting to move from merry to pissed. He really didn't drink much these days as he saw it as an unnecessary expense but Billie still drank semi regularly.
They had moved over to the living area and were slouched on comfortable chairs. Liam in an armchair and Billie was reclining against Dean on the sofa. Liam leaned forward after a natural break in the conversation and looked serious "I have something I need to discuss with you guys" he said. "I have a big favour to ask and if it's too much please say, I won't be offended."
Billie and Dean looked at each other with concern the effects of the wine lessened by the shift in tone. "What is it buddy" asked Dean.
Liam sighed and ran his hands over his face "I would like to borrow Billie" he announced.
"Borrow her for what?" asked Dean.
"I would like Billie to be my girlfriend."
They stared at him blankly.
"I should say I would like her to pretend to be my girlfriend" corrected Liam.
The couple nearly spat out their wine when he first said it but once he clarified it Billie laughed "Why do you want me to pretend to be your girlfriend?"
"Yea bud' I think we need a bit more context here."
"It's my damn parent's dude. I'm busy trying to set up my own businesses but they are on at me about settling down and finding a steady girl."
That made sense to Dean. He had met Liam's parents. His dad was strict about money and responsibility but pretty easy going about most other things. His mother was pretty conservative and didn't like his loose behaviour with women. She barely tolerated him wanting to be an entrepreneur preferring he had followed a more traditional route like Dean and she wanted him married or at the very least to stop playing around and to find a nice girl to be with and not the party girls he usually dated if he saw them more than once that was. "What are they wanting?" Dean asked.
"My big sister is getting married and my mum has been worse than ever" said Liam. "To shut her up I told her I was seeing a nice girl. That was fine for a few days but then she was pestering me for details and a picture so I went through my phone to find a picture of me with a girl to send her but none of them were particularly appropriate."
"Oh I can see where this is going" said Billie sitting up and leaning forward.
Liam made eye contact and gave a guilty shrug but continued the story. "I found a picture of me with a nice girl who was dressed nicely and didn't have too much makeup on who I looked relaxed and happy with. It was you from that garden party Jeff threw a couple of years ago so I sent her that. My god was she delighted and there were so many questions and, well, because I knew you so well I just used you as a template and told her all about you. So now we have this big pre wedding planning party to go to and I really need a date and maybe for the wedding?" His voice went up as he winced while making his request.
There was a pregnant pause where nobody said anything. Dean was fighting the alcohol to make sense of this stupid request but he was snapped out of it when Billie burst out laughing. "You stupid bastard" she said while laughing "I can't believe you put yourself in these situations. Just tell her we broke up, probably because you cheated on me with a stripper."
"I would but she is being a nightmare. She won't leave me alone and I am trying to set up some businesses that she wouldn't strictly approve of. A lovely girlfriend for her to fawn over will distract her long enough that I can get things running and hopefully she doesn't find out but if she does and persuades my dad to cut me off it won't matter because I'll be solvent. It's only the wedding and a couple of meetups, please" he begged putting his hands together and giving them both puppy dog eyes which he managed to do very well considering his size.
Dean's head was fuzzy with wine and he couldn't quite get it "So you take Billie to meet your family and pass her off as your girlfriend until after the wedding?"
"That's the gist of it" confirmed Liam.
Dean rubbed his temples "Exactly how far does she have to go to prove it?"
Liam laughed "Yes I get your point. I don't think my parents are expecting a leaked sex tape if that's what you are getting at but yes we would have to be comfortable with casual contact and maybe even share a kiss and definitely share a room." Liam could see that Dean looked uncomfortable. "If you think of it as an acting job which it kind of is, then it's not eleven as much as a lot of actors do in films" he added trying to persuade him. "I'd consider it like a job too. I'd be taking up your spare time Billie so I'd pay you."
"Doesn't that kind of make me a bit like a whore?" asked Billie seriously.
"Or like an actress" Liam reiterated with a cheeky grin.
Dean turned to Billie and asked "What do you think about all this?"
"Honestly I think Liam is a silly prick for getting himself in this situation," she said exasperated "but I was looking for another job to fill in between my current one and I could think of worse jobs." She sighed, leaned back and crossed her arms "In theory I'm happy to do it but I'm not sure you are" she gestured to Dean.
"What do you mean?" he asked, a little hurt.
"I mean men have delicate egos' and I am not prepared to risk damaging our marriage for a little cash. If you think you can deal with me disappearing for a couple of nights with another man and you'll have no idea what we are up to then go ahead. If you can't take it then just say no and I'll find another job."
Dean went quiet as he thought. All eyes were on him but he wasn't aware of their stares as he searched his feelings. He wanted to help his friend and they needed some extra income. These were good enough reasons to say yes. What was Billie thinking questioning his confidence in her and Liam? Did she think he didn't trust her? Still, those things she said did give him pause…
Dangers of a Stripper Wife
John thought himself the luckiest man in the world.
John had never been one to drop a lot of money in a strip club, but recently went with some friends, and had made a genuine friend out of one of the dancers, a lovely blonde with the stage name Azure.
He had been a gentleman and kept his hands to himself, he had not paid her for a lapdance or a private dance, but had just talked to her when she stopped by.
John was tall and in shape, 6'2" and around 215 pounds, and was twenty-five years old. He was a decent looking guy, he didn't date ugly women, but this dancer was something else. He had never seen anyone so beautiful.
Her eyes, her smile, her facial structure, not to mention her body, all as perfect as he had ever seen. She had the voice of an angel, and was a student in college and had better grades than he did, so she was a very engaging person to talk to.
This dancer was not a big woman, maybe 5'3", but she had healthy curves, she probably weighed 115 to 120 pounds. And her curves were all in the right places. She probably had breast implants, but they were not that big, perfect for her body shape, and simply looked perfect. She wasn't just out of his league, she was out of everyone's league.
They spoke a few times here and there, and surprisingly, she gave him her number at the end of the night along with her real name Jennifer. He didn't expect that, but it was welcome.
They met for coffee a few days later and had a really good time. Jennifer was funny, and a fun person to be around. She had walked to the coffee shop, and John offered to drive her home, which she accepted. Before he got the engine started she leaned over and kissed him, deeply. Her lips tasted great, and she was a very good kisser.
They made out heavily, with her hand finding his groin, and his hand finding her breasts. John squeezed and fondled her full breasts, and she didn't complain when he exposed one of her breasts and briefly sucked on it. Her breast was amazing, big and firm, with a beautiful little nipple.
As they kissed, her hand deftly extracted his dick from his pants, and she began giving him a handjob. Soon she leaned down and sucked his dick in his car right in the parking lot of the coffee shop, unafraid of anyone seeing her it seemed. He had a powerful orgasm fairly quickly, barely able to give her any warning that he was close. She was that good with a dick in her mouth.
She looked at him and smiled, and went right back to work on his dick. When he came she never slowed down, looking up at him and smiling after swallowing his cum. This young woman was amazing and beautiful, even with a little cum on the corner of her mouth.
That having gone well, they met again for dinner, and she gave him another blowjob. They met another night for drinks and then fucked the night away on her sofa when he took her home. He wore a condom, but she sucked his dick after he came, and she seemed to truly enjoy it. It was a glorious experience for him. She had the beauty of a princess, but she was downright dirty in bed.
She was as amazing in bed as she seemed to be in every other part of her life. She was limber, athletic, and uninhibited. He had never had a better fuck, and her energy seemed to be limitless. She never got tired, and never seemed to lack the flexibility for anything.
Jennifer talked dirty, she sucked his dick with such enthusiasm that it blew his mind, and while she had him wear a condom, she didn't shy away from his cum.
She let him take off the condom and cum on her beautiful breasts, a wonderful set of c-cup implants. Not too big, not too small, and a realistic feel and shape. And he got to see them covered in his cum, and then he would get to enjoy her cleaning up his cock, enjoying the last of his seed.
She lovingly licked, kissed and sucked the tip of his cock as it softened, an experience he had never experienced and had never expected. It was like she was straight out of a porno, she was without sexual inhibition.
They started dating, and she started sharing her life with John. They started working out together a couple of times a week, but she hit the gym more than he could make the time for with his sometimes erratic work schedule.
She was younger than he was, nearing her twentieth birthday, and the almost six-year age gap wasn't that big a thing to them.
Jennifer got him to start eating healthier and prepared most of their dinners at her apartment, and she had an incredible kitchen. Her diet was carefully planned to say the least.
They spent a lot of nights together when she wasn't working, and fucked like their plane was going down. Jennifer was insatiable, like a hungry predator in bed. Well in the shower, in the car, on the sofa, everywhere. She was sexually hungry everywhere.
She enjoyed fucking like nobody he had ever even heard of, and her body was so perfect he felt like he was fucking a pornstar in any position they could come up with. She sucked his cock almost every day, but she put effort into it he had never seen before. She sucked his balls, she deep throated him, and she seemed to enjoy the taste of his cum.
But Jennifer did not enjoy him performing oral sex on her, she rarely let John do it, and when he did it she didn't let it last very long. John enjoyed pleasing women, but people are allowed to have their hang-ups, he didn't push it.
Soon, Jennifer invited John to move in with her, and out of his roommate's apartment, which we was very happy to do. Every friend of his that saw her loved her, for her beauty as well as her positive demeanor, and her sense of humor.
On the nights that Jennifer worked in the club, she would get home after 3 am, and she was never interested in sex when she got home. John understood. Jennifer had a very sexual job, where she flirted and engaged with people sexually for an entire shift, he could see her wanting a break afterward. If you make cookies all day long, you probably don't have them for dessert.
Some of his friends warned him about dating a stripper, but John didn't worry, she seemed to not have any of the "daddy issues" he heard of, and there was no way that a person as obsessed with health as she was used drugs. She didn't seem to have any obvious flaws at all, John knew they existed, but he didn't see them.
After a couple of months of living together, John started asking Jennifer if they could have sex without a condom and she wasn't interested. It wasn't a discussion, it was a hard no.
The condoms were going to stay a part of their lovemaking, and John was going to have to be ok with it.
From time to time John would visit her at work, but she was very clear with him to keep his distance, as the dancers were not allowed to bring boyfriends to work. They were to always seem available, and management did not want any hassles with jealousy in their house.
So when John would go he would stay out of sight and didn't worry when he saw men touch his beautiful girlfriend. When she performed a lap dance he would see men grope her, grabbing more of her ass and breasts than he thought allowed, but it was a part of her job. She seemed to like it, but that was probably just her making a living.
He saw men follow her back to the private dance booths, with Jennifer leading them by the hand and seeing the men come out with some of the biggest smiles one could imagine. But he knew there were rules. John had never had one of those dances, but he had heard the bouncers would just about kill someone for putting their hands on a stripper.
He saw her kiss other dancers, both on the floor and on the stage when she danced with them, but he knew it was just a show they put on. Lipstick lesbian was the phrase he heard, it didn't mean anything. Just strippers in a sexual job being sexy.
John didn't worry too much about any of this, as he knew she was coming home to him afterward, and he accepted the life she was in, she was doing this for a living before he had ever met her. And Jennifer had chosen him.
John saw some truly rich men at that club, who threw money at Jennifer. Some of which he saw get out of cars like Ferraris and Lamborghinis. They had true wealth, but she had chosen him, and she kept coming home to him, every night.
He really liked Jennifer, and he understood what she was doing in using her body to pay for school, which carried crushing debt for most. It was an investment in herself and one he understood. She wasn't a prostitute, as many men he knew called strippers. Not his Jennifer, she came home to him at night and he knew she wasn't the type to cheat. Also, she was far too intelligent to let customers pay for sexual services.
Jennifer seemed like the perfect package deal, she had everything he could want. She was smarter than he was, charming, funny, and strikingly beautiful. She came from a similar Christian background, non-practicing the same as John, so that worked.
They laughed at the same jokes, enjoyed the same movies, and in general enjoyed the same food and alcohol. And the sex, this young woman had a sex drive he could barely handle. She fucked him like he was the last man on the planet.
And there was also a lot of tender moments. Snuggling in the morning, sometimes she got up and made him coffee and breakfast, she would bring him lunch at work, and she was the first one to use the word love.
She told him she loved him after he came during lovemaking while looking him in the eyes. She was the one, she was the only one. He started paying on a ring the next day at lunch.
Two months later he proposed and a fancy restaurant and Jennifer said yes, crying and smothering John in a powerful hug.
Jennifer didn't wear the ring while dancing, for reasons John understood, but she did wear it on the way to and from to work. But that didn't matter to him, they started making plans for the life they were going to live together. Both of them were as happy as they could ever remember.
As happy as Jennifer typically was, she was glowing now. She bounced when she walked, and it was a beautiful thing for a young woman built as she was to bounce.
And now that John was engaged to her, he began to be a part of the family, her work family at the strip club. He was recognized now, by the bouncers, and by the dancers. It was still professional, but it was obvious they had been told who he was, and it felt good.
John eventually became friends with the other dancers and staff, and even became friends with her manager Steve. Steve seemed like a decent enough guy, if extremely superficial. He was like the worst version of a frat-boy douche one could imagine. He didn't seem to be malicious, however, John didn't think he would ever hurt Jennifer.
Steve was respectful with him, he looked John in the eyes and had a firm handshake. Steve was a big man, taller and heavier than John, probably 6'4" and 240 pounds, but in good condition. And he dressed well, he didn't wear cheap clothing.
John found Steve's demeanor somewhat imposing, as he looked like he was wealthy, and was a very large good looking man. John didn't lack in confidence for the most part, but this guy looked like a middle linebacker in the NFL.
A few months later they went to Vegas for a long weekend and ended up coming back home married. They didn't dress up in any funny costumes, but neither cared for a big wedding and when they walked past a chapel, it just seemed to make sense.
Now they were a regular Mr. and Mrs. and enjoyed married life just as they had dating and engagement. The sex didn't slow down at all if anything it became more heated and more frequent. But the condoms stayed a part of it, Jennifer would never discuss it, maybe one day if they were to try for kids. John wanted to truly feel her body during sex, he wanted her to feel his, and he knew she was on birth control. But this wasn't a hill worth dying on for him.
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This idea can go in a lot of directions. I would like it to focus on a lot of cheating. I'm thinking the main female character will enjoy sex quite a lot and be very good at it. Her main excuse will be its for her job and earns her a lot of money. She will hook up with many different guys from work and maybe some outside of it as well.
John thought himself the luckiest man in the world.
John had never been one to drop a lot of money in a strip club, but recently went with some friends, and had made a genuine friend out of one of the dancers, a lovely blonde with the stage name Azure.
He had been a gentleman and kept his hands to himself, he had not paid her for a lapdance or a private dance, but had just talked to her when she stopped by.
John was tall and in shape, 6'2" and around 215 pounds, and was twenty-five years old. He was a decent looking guy, he didn't date ugly women, but this dancer was something else. He had never seen anyone so beautiful.
Her eyes, her smile, her facial structure, not to mention her body, all as perfect as he had ever seen. She had the voice of an angel, and was a student in college and had better grades than he did, so she was a very engaging person to talk to.
This dancer was not a big woman, maybe 5'3", but she had healthy curves, she probably weighed 115 to 120 pounds. And her curves were all in the right places. She probably had breast implants, but they were not that big, perfect for her body shape, and simply looked perfect. She wasn't just out of his league, she was out of everyone's league.
They spoke a few times here and there, and surprisingly, she gave him her number at the end of the night along with her real name Jennifer. He didn't expect that, but it was welcome.
They met for coffee a few days later and had a really good time. Jennifer was funny, and a fun person to be around. She had walked to the coffee shop, and John offered to drive her home, which she accepted. Before he got the engine started she leaned over and kissed him, deeply. Her lips tasted great, and she was a very good kisser.
They made out heavily, with her hand finding his groin, and his hand finding her breasts. John squeezed and fondled her full breasts, and she didn't complain when he exposed one of her breasts and briefly sucked on it. Her breast was amazing, big and firm, with a beautiful little nipple.
As they kissed, her hand deftly extracted his dick from his pants, and she began giving him a handjob. Soon she leaned down and sucked his dick in his car right in the parking lot of the coffee shop, unafraid of anyone seeing her it seemed. He had a powerful orgasm fairly quickly, barely able to give her any warning that he was close. She was that good with a dick in her mouth.
She looked at him and smiled, and went right back to work on his dick. When he came she never slowed down, looking up at him and smiling after swallowing his cum. This young woman was amazing and beautiful, even with a little cum on the corner of her mouth.
That having gone well, they met again for dinner, and she gave him another blowjob. They met another night for drinks and then fucked the night away on her sofa when he took her home. He wore a condom, but she sucked his dick after he came, and she seemed to truly enjoy it. It was a glorious experience for him. She had the beauty of a princess, but she was downright dirty in bed.
She was as amazing in bed as she seemed to be in every other part of her life. She was limber, athletic, and uninhibited. He had never had a better fuck, and her energy seemed to be limitless. She never got tired, and never seemed to lack the flexibility for anything.
Jennifer talked dirty, she sucked his dick with such enthusiasm that it blew his mind, and while she had him wear a condom, she didn't shy away from his cum.
She let him take off the condom and cum on her beautiful breasts, a wonderful set of c-cup implants. Not too big, not too small, and a realistic feel and shape. And he got to see them covered in his cum, and then he would get to enjoy her cleaning up his cock, enjoying the last of his seed.
She lovingly licked, kissed and sucked the tip of his cock as it softened, an experience he had never experienced and had never expected. It was like she was straight out of a porno, she was without sexual inhibition.
They started dating, and she started sharing her life with John. They started working out together a couple of times a week, but she hit the gym more than he could make the time for with his sometimes erratic work schedule.
She was younger than he was, nearing her twentieth birthday, and the almost six-year age gap wasn't that big a thing to them.
Jennifer got him to start eating healthier and prepared most of their dinners at her apartment, and she had an incredible kitchen. Her diet was carefully planned to say the least.
They spent a lot of nights together when she wasn't working, and fucked like their plane was going down. Jennifer was insatiable, like a hungry predator in bed. Well in the shower, in the car, on the sofa, everywhere. She was sexually hungry everywhere.
She enjoyed fucking like nobody he had ever even heard of, and her body was so perfect he felt like he was fucking a pornstar in any position they could come up with. She sucked his cock almost every day, but she put effort into it he had never seen before. She sucked his balls, she deep throated him, and she seemed to enjoy the taste of his cum.
But Jennifer did not enjoy him performing oral sex on her, she rarely let John do it, and when he did it she didn't let it last very long. John enjoyed pleasing women, but people are allowed to have their hang-ups, he didn't push it.
Soon, Jennifer invited John to move in with her, and out of his roommate's apartment, which we was very happy to do. Every friend of his that saw her loved her, for her beauty as well as her positive demeanor, and her sense of humor.
On the nights that Jennifer worked in the club, she would get home after 3 am, and she was never interested in sex when she got home. John understood. Jennifer had a very sexual job, where she flirted and engaged with people sexually for an entire shift, he could see her wanting a break afterward. If you make cookies all day long, you probably don't have them for dessert.
Some of his friends warned him about dating a stripper, but John didn't worry, she seemed to not have any of the "daddy issues" he heard of, and there was no way that a person as obsessed with health as she was used drugs. She didn't seem to have any obvious flaws at all, John knew they existed, but he didn't see them.
After a couple of months of living together, John started asking Jennifer if they could have sex without a condom and she wasn't interested. It wasn't a discussion, it was a hard no.
The condoms were going to stay a part of their lovemaking, and John was going to have to be ok with it.
From time to time John would visit her at work, but she was very clear with him to keep his distance, as the dancers were not allowed to bring boyfriends to work. They were to always seem available, and management did not want any hassles with jealousy in their house.
So when John would go he would stay out of sight and didn't worry when he saw men touch his beautiful girlfriend. When she performed a lap dance he would see men grope her, grabbing more of her ass and breasts than he thought allowed, but it was a part of her job. She seemed to like it, but that was probably just her making a living.
He saw men follow her back to the private dance booths, with Jennifer leading them by the hand and seeing the men come out with some of the biggest smiles one could imagine. But he knew there were rules. John had never had one of those dances, but he had heard the bouncers would just about kill someone for putting their hands on a stripper.
He saw her kiss other dancers, both on the floor and on the stage when she danced with them, but he knew it was just a show they put on. Lipstick lesbian was the phrase he heard, it didn't mean anything. Just strippers in a sexual job being sexy.
John didn't worry too much about any of this, as he knew she was coming home to him afterward, and he accepted the life she was in, she was doing this for a living before he had ever met her. And Jennifer had chosen him.
John saw some truly rich men at that club, who threw money at Jennifer. Some of which he saw get out of cars like Ferraris and Lamborghinis. They had true wealth, but she had chosen him, and she kept coming home to him, every night.
He really liked Jennifer, and he understood what she was doing in using her body to pay for school, which carried crushing debt for most. It was an investment in herself and one he understood. She wasn't a prostitute, as many men he knew called strippers. Not his Jennifer, she came home to him at night and he knew she wasn't the type to cheat. Also, she was far too intelligent to let customers pay for sexual services.
Jennifer seemed like the perfect package deal, she had everything he could want. She was smarter than he was, charming, funny, and strikingly beautiful. She came from a similar Christian background, non-practicing the same as John, so that worked.
They laughed at the same jokes, enjoyed the same movies, and in general enjoyed the same food and alcohol. And the sex, this young woman had a sex drive he could barely handle. She fucked him like he was the last man on the planet.
And there was also a lot of tender moments. Snuggling in the morning, sometimes she got up and made him coffee and breakfast, she would bring him lunch at work, and she was the first one to use the word love.
She told him she loved him after he came during lovemaking while looking him in the eyes. She was the one, she was the only one. He started paying on a ring the next day at lunch.
Two months later he proposed and a fancy restaurant and Jennifer said yes, crying and smothering John in a powerful hug.
Jennifer didn't wear the ring while dancing, for reasons John understood, but she did wear it on the way to and from to work. But that didn't matter to him, they started making plans for the life they were going to live together. Both of them were as happy as they could ever remember.
As happy as Jennifer typically was, she was glowing now. She bounced when she walked, and it was a beautiful thing for a young woman built as she was to bounce.
And now that John was engaged to her, he began to be a part of the family, her work family at the strip club. He was recognized now, by the bouncers, and by the dancers. It was still professional, but it was obvious they had been told who he was, and it felt good.
John eventually became friends with the other dancers and staff, and even became friends with her manager Steve. Steve seemed like a decent enough guy, if extremely superficial. He was like the worst version of a frat-boy douche one could imagine. He didn't seem to be malicious, however, John didn't think he would ever hurt Jennifer.
Steve was respectful with him, he looked John in the eyes and had a firm handshake. Steve was a big man, taller and heavier than John, probably 6'4" and 240 pounds, but in good condition. And he dressed well, he didn't wear cheap clothing.
John found Steve's demeanor somewhat imposing, as he looked like he was wealthy, and was a very large good looking man. John didn't lack in confidence for the most part, but this guy looked like a middle linebacker in the NFL.
A few months later they went to Vegas for a long weekend and ended up coming back home married. They didn't dress up in any funny costumes, but neither cared for a big wedding and when they walked past a chapel, it just seemed to make sense.
Now they were a regular Mr. and Mrs. and enjoyed married life just as they had dating and engagement. The sex didn't slow down at all if anything it became more heated and more frequent. But the condoms stayed a part of it, Jennifer would never discuss it, maybe one day if they were to try for kids. John wanted to truly feel her body during sex, he wanted her to feel his, and he knew she was on birth control. But this wasn't a hill worth dying on for him.
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This idea can go in a lot of directions. I would like it to focus on a lot of cheating. I'm thinking the main female character will enjoy sex quite a lot and be very good at it. Her main excuse will be its for her job and earns her a lot of money. She will hook up with many different guys from work and maybe some outside of it as well.
We were laying in bed together after a long day and Billie suddenly asks me, "How many of your friends do you think would fuck me?"
I just laid there stunned for a second thinking I must have misheard her. I manage to stutter out "What?"
She casually replies back "I was just wondering if I decided to start cheating on you, how many of your friends do you think would fuck me?"
I think about how to reply thinking it would be better to play it safe "Probably all of them you're very hot and they know it." She seemed satisfied with that answer and drifted off to sleep and I hoped that was the end of it.
The next few days seem to be normal with no more mention of what was asked. She did seem to be on her phone more then normal though, she was always smiling and laughing but I didn't want to pry into who she was talking to. I noticed her taking some selfies which wasn't unusual but it was odd when she started taking her phone into the bathroom with her.
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Either a cheating girlfriend. Or maybe she tests the idea but doesn't go all the way but her boyfriend urges her to. Turns into a hot wifing/cuck and then also ends into cheating.
I just laid there stunned for a second thinking I must have misheard her. I manage to stutter out "What?"
She casually replies back "I was just wondering if I decided to start cheating on you, how many of your friends do you think would fuck me?"
I think about how to reply thinking it would be better to play it safe "Probably all of them you're very hot and they know it." She seemed satisfied with that answer and drifted off to sleep and I hoped that was the end of it.
The next few days seem to be normal with no more mention of what was asked. She did seem to be on her phone more then normal though, she was always smiling and laughing but I didn't want to pry into who she was talking to. I noticed her taking some selfies which wasn't unusual but it was odd when she started taking her phone into the bathroom with her.
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Either a cheating girlfriend. Or maybe she tests the idea but doesn't go all the way but her boyfriend urges her to. Turns into a hot wifing/cuck and then also ends into cheating.
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