LF Long Term Romance or Smut RPs! LF M/F/Futa

Little short outline here in case you want a better idea before reading a long intro (sorry I got excited when writing it). In short I would be your maid in a world were all basic menial labor is done by machines and jobs are rare limited to those of great intelligence or creativity. I would play the maid fresh from school trained in sex, house care, child care, and running errands. You would be my employer enjoying your brand new maid.

Don't need to use the description in the intro and can spice it up just the idea I ran with.

*Intro*
With technology advancing greatly many of the worlds problems had been solved. No one was starving, disease wiped out, Machines building and cleaning almost everything. However, this brought another problem. With the machines doing most of the simple work jobs became scarce. Only the intelligent and innovative could still work in the age of machines. While those who did not make the cut could survive with free food and health care they lived in abysmal living conditions and could not even afford simple luxuries. Further without possessing the physical traits found "appealing" or having high intellect they were not allowed to have children.

Your lot in life would be decided at 21 years of age. School for the first 10 years was very loving supportive focusing on letting children grow and learn just the basics. However, After that around the same time as puberty set in the schools became a filtering system. It would be years of testing slowly limiting your possibilities to find what area you would work best in and even then if you did not show promise you could still end in the slums. At 19 your field would be decided and you would push exclusively in that direction.

I felt doomed from the start. I had hit puberty young growing very curvy very fast. I had long legs smooth pale skin natural red hair and bright blue eyes. My lips were full my hips giving, yet I was proportioned well and regardless of diet stayed in thing shape. I had freckles scattered across my face and I hated every one of these traits. I was pegged for sex/breeding very early on which only made things harder. My clothes were starting to be picked out for me. I was demanded to let my hair grow out and had to go through an especially grueling 2 hour dress/make up every morning to impress those who "Maybe" watching and would decide how things went for me. I tried my best to ignore this fate and every spare chance I was given I put my nose into systems and operations of AI hoping I could make it into maintenance of some kind instead.

Sex was treated differently in the future. It was definitely a luxury as it was treated more openly. It was a way to relive stress, enjoy yourself, even had become bigger at parties as a more accepted addiction much like smoking or alcohol. High end escorts or live in maid/butlers were very well off and even just companionship had a hefty price tag. At 19 My straight B's did not make the cut and my Future was decided. I was told to be happy. I had 90% of the desired traits and had only a 3% of gene augmentation rejection. I could barely try and still end up in a solid position.

I worked at the stress relief section of the schools nursing area for the next 2 years. Any student could come regardless of gender and get a massage a soak in a hot tub or an orgasm. Anything to help them focus on their studies and relax when they could. They simply came in and made a request. However, virginity was held very sacred and not offered. My time became working there and my various classes each showing a different kink or way to use toys, ropes, techniques, along with cooking,cleaning,sewing, and other similar work. I graduated top of the class even with my resentment to being in the field once I had put the same effort I had into my studies into this I excelled in every class except for conversation. I had struggled in the psychology field were we were taught of fake emotions,interest,orgasms, and many other things.

Now at 21 I had finished it all and placed into the maid category one of the highest categories possible for the field along with companion and escort. Companion was meant more as a very supportive companion who balanced mental/psychical stress. Escorts were High end glamorous choices who excelled in grabbing attention in all things. They could steer a conversation and be interesting in anything as well as always trying to draw eyes. Maids, however, were more like classic 1800's wives. They cook, clean, and take care of errands, as well as perform in any sexual capacity required. They also are live in's and unlike the other 2 matched the criteria for breeding. While there are never too many maids they always very expensive as there always some one preferring the real experience over the life of machines.

Now I am presented out on display for all waiting to see who is interested.
*intro end*

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Furry Maid
Latex Maid
Red Head Maid

I am looking for my beautiful goddess who wants a loving woman to worship them. I would really like to play this out as a mix obviously the smut is a big part, but I would love to see the 2 interact outside of just that setting. How they have breakfast together or normal day by day things knowing they have that dynamic between the two of them.

I have a different setting for a few of these pics as I couldn't decide on any one idea and I am greedy and want them all ^.-.

Twin Goddess You are my older sister and to me even from when I was young I worshiped you. You protected me from bullies the neighbors evil attack chihuahua and always held me when things went bad. I thought you were perfect. I was even jealous as we grew older as you grew taller, had more muscle, and had gorgeous green eyes compared to my plain brown. You were more energetic outgoing full of life as I was far more reserved. My breasts had grown bigger and my hips wider and always made me worry about my curvyness, but you made me feel beautiful.

I thought you were gorgeous as well even when I had found out we were not quite identical as I peeked over the edge of our bunk beds looking down to see you furiously rubbing a massive cock fervently pushing to orgasm. After that night I began to see another side of you that I never noticed before. You were everything I saw before, but I began to notice you sneaking off more. At home I could hear or see you having to take care of yourself again and again never getting full relief. I loved you and wanted to get rid of that stress like you got rid of all mine.

So one night I crawled up into your bed and confessed everything to my twin. My lover. My new Goddess.

Futanari Sex Goddess
It had started purely sexual. I was a needy sub. I craved some one to use me and loved futanari. It had been hard to get what I needed having to take care of myself most nights over and over. However, A unique site paired me with This Futa god and I was in bliss. Hung so large any normal or even decently sized man couldn't please me when she were done. Gorgeous body and of course as needy as I was wanting some one to be her toy.

Things went great, but we found balancing driving to each others places between work and obligations was not working out and agreed that I would move into her place. I was nervous as I moved in. We had so far only managed more quick primal goes and now I would be living with her and exposed to even more of her kinks. It also meant now we were living together. I was wondering how the day to day would be like between me and the futa i lusted for. Would sex overflow into every other part of life or perhaps it would be normal outside of sex. Or perhaps she would keep being my goddess having me serve in just new ways not always sexual. I had no idea what would happen as I brought my boxes into her home, but A shiver of excitement ran down my spine.




Fetish Goddess Pet 1 Fetish Goddess Pet 2
You were not healthy for me. I knew it before hand and heard everyone else tell me it all the time. I knew you did not care for me not in any real way. I could see the look in your eyes. My body was just your favorite play thing to abuse. I knew you were not healthy for me I even thought it myself as you moved to larger and larger insertions telling me what a lose slut I was. I knew it was not healthy as I was dressed up for your lust all the time. I knew you were not good for me as you never used a condom and never cared if I came or not as you used me.

I knew it the whole time. The rough play all the kinky idea's it even rolled over into the rest of my life. Toys at work, surprise visits, talks about handing me to your friends for a time. It was not what was best for me, but I could not leave. I was enraptured by the confidence displayed. I loved the absolute no apologies this is what I like deal with it attitude. I even loved the look that let me know I was indeed his favorite play thing as no matter what he did or said he always came back for more.

Orcs have arrived in a more organized group and have gone about doing what orcs do best. Raping and pillaging. They have to be cleared out quickly as orcs breed with human woman very quickly much faster than with other orcs and will only add to their destruction. One would be hard pressed to find a single positive trait about the orcs.
A great force has rode forth banners raised shields shined to clear out the threat. The army could be seen riding out from the castle from villages miles away. The sound of the horns in the distance a comforting sound to those afraid.

However, they did not come to my village. My Home was too far out of the way and not a strong enough strategic point to protect. Orcs, However, Do not care for strategy and see a small village like that as a fun time. My village had seen a small group coming and quickly started to pack up to run, however, they knew they would be ran down before they could escape so they did the only thing they knew would distract the orcs long enough to escape. They decided they must tie the town's most beautiful daughter in the center of town dressing her in the most alluring clothes and jewelry before departing the town leaving her to the orcs. This would hopefully be more than enough time to run. As soon as it was decided my vision went black.

I woke my head pounding feeling myself tied in the center of town. My hair felt silken against my skin shined and washed. I could smell strawberries upon my skin completely clean and washed. My body was covered in a shimmering silver dress hugging to my flesh. My legs bore stockings of silk held up by an embroidered garter. I blushed for a moment feeling no underwear on my body. I couldn't hate my town they did what they needed to survive. I saw the orcs moving closer and closer clearly walking right at me. I would learn when the orcs arrived they did in fact have one positive trait... .... .... they loved to share.

This of course can be adjusted a bit to fit any interested you have. It does not need to be orcs, it just so happens orcs seem to pop up a great deal in lots of forms and were my first thought.

Orcs prize 1
Orcs prize 2
orcs prize 3
Orc Raid

I know I could hear the groans as I wrote the title. I know it very common in threads, but it fun, sexy, and hot still. You see it around for very good reasons in my humble opinion. I have a few fun scenario's below though I think will spice it up! I would like a bit of plot with this *gasp* What plot in blackmail you say? Impossible? Well you just sit back Sir! (Seriously that was a message a got saying it was impossible.) I would like there to be more than just the smut aspect of the black mail. You have a CEO under your thumb. Or are a teenager with a milf adult under your thumb. The most gorgeous girl in the school your slave. There is a lot of fun humiliating things you can do that are not just sex! Lets find them out together!

1. CEO. I am rich, successful, huge office on top floor with open windows with most of it wasted space. You did not get hired,are on a cup of noodles diet, and barely scraping by. You just happen across the right bit of info at the right time and feel it is a good time to break your streak of bad luck in one fell swoop. It not just money you have in mind though.
I was thinking in this I would play a more stubborn resistant character. Constantly back talking and not the usual obedient style black mail.
Blackmail
Blackmail 2

2. THAT GIRL. You know her. Gorgeous beyond belief easily 10/10 if not more and of course completely aware of it. Stuck up thinks she is better than everyone prom queen. You been sick of it for awhile and want to bring her down more than just a few pegs but all the way down. Not just one, but several bits of information you have collected to make sure she has no escape. Humiliation would just be the start for her. Take every hole make her tell you she loves it. Fuck her in the dirtiest public rest rooms, trade her for a soda, make her masturbate, or any other of the 1000 idea's running through your mind.

3. Milf Next door --- Your best friends mom and she is a complete tease. She loves to tease you always dressing provocatively and giving you glances bending over and taunting you. Her bedroom across the way from yours sometimes she will put the lights on the other side of the room and masturbate letting you see the shadow shapes moving against the curtain, but never a full look, but that was finally going to change.

You hate me. Only it is not quite hate, but something else. You feel shame when you think of me. You should not like me. You should not be attracted to me. Everything about it is wrong. We would never work society, social norms, social status, level of attractiveness, and it would be taboo hell it felt like even the stars were saying it was wrong to want me. To stop the shame you know there is only one choice. You would have to bring me down. Humiliate, embarrass, drug and whatever else it took to get me on that level.

Drugged
Humiliate

Dragons collect and pillage gold to pile up to make a great horde to sleep on. The soft metal is comfortable and doesn't go up in flames. Then why do dragon's Seem to be so fond of princesses? It turns out for much of the same reason. Dragons sleep for long periods of time and tend to wake up needing to rut badly. Weeks and months of build up needs to be released and a good princess is just the thing to relieve all that constantly build. Further they never escape or run. Only being raised to look as beautiful as possible they don't have the skills to escape or survive the trip and so a dragon's Horde is never complete without one.

Dragon's Whore
Foxy Princess

I stood looking at myself in the mirror and felt my face burn all the way to my ears. My own features I could still see in a familiar recognition. Braided honey blonde hair, down over my shoulder, and running between my breasts only stopping at my navel. My vibrant sky blue eyes looked nervously over my features searching for something more familiar. My cheekbones were only slightly pronounced and I had a slight gaunt to my cheeks. My ears had pink diamond heart shaped earrings at the bottom lobe with another hanging from a loop off the top of my left ear. I could see my lips, a rose pink and full, being lightly bitten on by nervous white teeth. I was about 5’4”, 120 lbs and as my eyes looked over myself I just could not believe it was me looking back. Was this really the same girl I had always seen looking back at me in the mirror for the last 18 years ?

It was the outfit really that was making me not recognize myself. A white collar studded around the sides with pink hearts, with pink lace edging. A big pearl colored bow centered on my throat, a collar ring and a pink diamond heart hanging from it. The collar was worth more than I had made so far in my life. The same pearl covered cloth tied my braid off with a bow larger than on my throat. My fingers lightly rubbed against the soft fabric wondering what it was made from.

My body was clad in the most decadent dress I had ever worn. The black material shined as it gripped lightly to my skin. It covered my shoulders with sleeves just a couple inches down my arms. Sliding around my breasts and under while showing off every flaw and curve of my tummy. Displaying the curves from my abs, and even the small bumps of the corset hidden underneath. Across my back thin straps of black cloth crisscrossed down my back coming together fully at my waist. No part of the dress covered my breasts, leaving my corset fully exposed. It was white cotton fabric, with rows of pink ribbon crossing from top to bottom of the corset. Each row only an inch to the side of the one before.

I didn’t even recognize the breasts the corset contained. I was a 34D-25-36 and no one would guess otherwise with this corset on. My breasts looked huge and perky, making me blush just from looking at them as my waist and mid rift looked thinner, the curve of my hips was more defined. The black fabric of the dress hugging my hips and my ass tightly stopping half way down my thighs, hugging my flesh tight. Pink straps stretched down to my stockings from where the dress stopped, leading up to the corset. They held black stockings with a pink ribbon stitched on the sides and bows adoring the top. The stockings were so light and sheer, as if made from the breath of angels. Or so I thought, they were so soft on my legs. I got goosebumps as I slid them on. My feet had 4 inch pearl colored heels with open toes and pink diamond hearts.

Underneath the dress I had on a black thong, the edges were the same pink color as the rest of my clothes with no ribbon or lace. It had a button at the crotch to pop free, and the thong meant my ass lightly bounced free and exposed to the world. My hands were covered with black velvet gloves running half way up my arms, pink lace at the top. Reaching up the gloves gripped my braid as I was truly not recognizing myself in the mirror.