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Mx Female Cheating, Cuckolding, College, High School, etc [NSFW]

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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

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.


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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.


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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.

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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.

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?"

"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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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

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.

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


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.

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?

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…

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.






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.
 
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My boyfriend's alpha "best friend"

My boyfriend turns his typically placid expression toward his feet, but he's not avoiding my gaze out of child-like shame but equally child-like irritation that I'm even upset. His weak shoulders lift in a mild shrug, accompanied by an infuriating what's-the-big-deal sigh with a hint of get-off-my-back, as if I'm the bad guy in this situation.

"It's a big house, babe," says Jake, already pulling out his phone so he has something else to look at besides his girlfriend. "You'll probably never even have to be in the same room as him. Besides, you invited Brittany, and you know I don't like her."

"You don't like her because she didn't know who John De Lancie was," I fire back, arms crossed across my chest. "I don't like Cameron because he's a… a… "

Asshole. Bully. Womanizer. A few hundred more names spring to mind, but I don't like to swear and all of them heavily involve cursing.

"Jerk!" I finish, a little weaker than I intended.

"He's been my best friend for like, forever. And if I didn't invite him, he'd give me shit," protests Jake, starting to fidget. "Can you just be cool?"

Oh, I hate that phrase. It's what Cameron says whenever someone takes offence to his behaviour. I once saw Cameron pants Jake at a frat party in front of everyone, then proceed to make fun of his flaccid penis while comparing it unfavourably to his own. Somehow, they were buddy-buddy about an hour later. Such is the power of 'be cool', but it's never worked on m e.

"Oh, so you're 'cool' with the way he treats me?"

Jake puts away his phone. "He's just a flirt. It doesn't mean anything when he gets a little frisky, okay? Besides, he can have any woman he wants. Why would he want you out of everyone else?"

If I could spit poison in my boyfriend's face, I would. Jake doesn't even seem to realize what he's said; he thinks it should make me feel better, and oh boy, it sure as heck doesn't. It's one more example of Jake taking me for granted, which he's been doing a lot recently. We've been together for nearly two years and somewhere along the line, he started to get confident that I'll put up with anything.

Maybe that's Cameron's influence, since I've yet to slap him across his aggravatingly chiselled jaw for the numerous instances of him trying to flirt heavily with me, brushing against my breasts whenever he passes me in a narrow hall, or even the time when he full-on grabbed my ass. At first I thought it was Jake, and was pleasantly surprised that he was capable of such an open display of passion, not to mention the intense strength felt in his rough, eager grasp. When I turned around and saw that cocksure smirk, I very nearly did slap him. I'd started to pull my hand back when Jake stepped in between us. Cameron didn't even bother to lie convincingly, acting like he thought I was his girlfriend from behind. Jake accepted the explanation. I didn't, and with the way Cameron looked at me, I don't think he expected me to.

"Look, I'm sorry, okay? But he's already invited. It would be rude to disinvite him now," whines Jake. "And he's my best friend."

"Yeah? Well, you're not his. He's a bully, Jake, always has been," I say. "You're not his friend, you're his victim."

"That's not true. And it's done now, so can we just try to enjoy the lake? Please? I don't want to fight all over the break," says Jake, and there's enough of a plea in his voice that I just can't summon the energy to keep the argument going. It's too exhausting, and I suppose it's done. Maybe we can just do what we planned, and having Cameron along won't hurt. Jake's kind of right about Cameron being able to have any girl he wants, with that jawline, those mesmerising eyes brimming with confidence, the well-sculpted washboard abs he never hesitates to show off, the ample bulge in his -

Anyway, point is, he pretty much can have any woman he wants and with the number of sorority girls there he'll probably be too distracted to torment me too much.

I clear my throat, throw up my hands up and head out of Jake's dorm room. I walk across the hall into the kitchen, where the bags sit on the table with just a few more things to pack. I need to focus on just relaxing this week after the stress of finals. The house by the lake is beautiful as well as massive, isolated but with the kind of gorgeous scenery you mostly only see in movies. I've invited my classmates, friends and siblings, and Jake has done the same. They've all invited their friends too, and Cameron will probably have his cronies along too, so it'll be packed to the brim with college students partying their brains out. Not being a big drinker, I'm looking forward to lounging in the lake. The thought of it manages to bring a smile to my face.

"You can be real loud, hot stuff."

My smile falls from my face quicker than I'd throw a live grenade. I turn, and Cameron is in the doorway with that arrogant smirk which twists into me like a hot knife, making my stomach bubble. He's more than good-looking, he's devastatingly handsome. When I first met Cameron, I'd been taken aback by his striking features, incredible body and that swaggering, sensual confidence he exudes. Of course, that was before I got to know him.

Maybe Jake would be more reluctant to bring Cameron along if he knew that I still found him attractive. Maybe if he knew that, against my better judgment, Cameron has been creeping into my dreams lately and making me wetter than the lake we're going to. Maybe if he knew that I stare at the ceiling, wide-eyed, as Cameron has vigorous sex with a girl in the dorm above me, the sounds filling me with a curious heat that sends my fingers gliding down my body, eventually rocking me to the kind of intense orgasm Jake has never pulled out of me, all while I listen to moans, springs, the headboard thudding and the crumbling flecks of ceiling which rain down. I've never had that kind of sex with Jake.

I try not to think about it as I focus on Cameron with narrowed eyes. "Excuse me?"

"Little rough on Jake, weren't you? Shouting at him like that. Heard the whole thing," says Cameron, his tone tinged with amusement as he swaggers on into the kitchen, coming to stand right next to me. Towering over me. Almost looming. "Look, I know Jake was a bad boy, but there are easier ways to resolve arguments. Maybe you should have given him a spanking."

I roll my eyes and scoff, but Cameron's smile doesn't dim. "Or maybe you're the one who needs a spanking. Might loosen that stick up your ass. It is a stick, right? Or are you kinkier than you act?" Pink shades my cheeks, my breath growing shallow. I shove the last items into the bag, hoist it up over my shoulder and move to push my way past Cameron… only for him to grab my ass, again, and without Jake here I don't hesitate to turn and slap -

But Cameron catches my wrist in his hand before my palm makes contact. He holds me there, our gazes locked together, his hand rough against my soft skin. When he releases me, I let my hand drop… and in a moment of sudden, fiery impulse I reach between his legs and grab his crotch in a firm squeeze. He grows tense for a moment, and a smile touches the corner of my lips. Within my grasp, I can feel his large member pulse with interest… and then I release him. "Should make us even. Asshole."

I'm still thinking about the feeling of his tool in my hand as I pack up the car.

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So what will happen when we reach the lake? With all those people, all those rooms? Well, obviously I'm going to cheat on my wimpy boyfriend with a real man. So how does that happen?

* Jake does something to infuriate me into finally giving Cameron what he so eagerly desires.
* A game of Spin-the-Bottle leads to me kissing Cameron passionately in front of everyone, and later that night, I find myself alone with Cameron. Alone, and unable to stop thinking about the kiss.
* A dubcon situation where Cameron corners me, and once he starts touching me with intent I can't resist for too long.
* I see Cameron naked (accident on my part, purposeful on his) and can't stop thinking about what I saw on display. One thing leads to another after Jake passes out from drinking later that night...

I'm open to brainstorming too!

No longer just 'one of the guys'

Growing up I was always just one of the guys. We were fast friends since… well as early as either of us can remember. We grew up playing Pokémon and Warhammer, got midnight tickets to see the first Avengers movie, and generally goofed around like a couple of happy nerds. Over time, we carved out a small cliche (all boys, save myself) with the same nerdy enthusiasm.Things stayed this way all the way through graduation. We had our ups and downs, dramas and secret crushes, but overall we were a happy, caring bunch of misfits.

Now we're all firmly over 18, taking the summer to decide on what lies next for use. Most plan to keep studying. Others want to learn a trade. Some still have no idea whatsoever. One day, someone suggested we go to the beach. Not out usual hangout, but everyone seems keen to try something different, and doing my best to hide my nerves, I agree to come along.

See, I've been hiding a little bit of a secret. All the years you had known me, you had never seen me in anything but my trademark baggy graphic t shirt and some kind of loose pants. There's a reason for that; I've developed quite the…. ample figure. One i had gone to great length to hide, lest this tomboy stop being just 'one of the guys.' But, well, now you see me. All of my. My tits and arse barely contained by my red bikini and jiggling as we splash around in the waves. You'll deny it, even to yourselves, but there's no denying that the relationship has changed. You practically take turns eyeballing me, soaking in as much of my body as you think you can get away with. Once we've all returned to our respective homes for the day, we keep chatting. The group chat is the usual friendly banter, but as the night progresses each and everyone of the boys tries to slide into my DM's. And they're sure as hell not talking about Star Wars.

So, what happens next?

Do I fall for one of you? Do you compete for my affections? To you all talk me into letting you run a train on me? Am I still 'one of the guys' but now with my tits perpetually out? ("Last one downed in zombies gets his dick sucked by Maddie")




Scott had short dark brown hair, angular brows and a bit of a rounded jaw, while a little overweight, he looked good in a suit. Not particularly tall, and all together he had a sweet and sensitive gaze. He had been looking forward to tonight for the last couple of months. Sydney and Scott worked wildly different schedules that made it difficult to line up their days off without either of them using their vacation time. While he didn't like the situation Scott did love Sydney dearly as she did him. Sydney worked for a pharmaceutical outfit in Vermont and as such she was constantly on the move, traveling, sometimes to neighboring states. She was recently promoted and now her job was taking up even more time so tonight's date was a big deal for her as well.

"Hello, my name is Sally and I'll be your waitress this evening. Is there anything I can start you two with?" Sally asked, her gaze shifting between Scottand Sydney.

"I'll have a Riesling please." Sydney requested.

"Sure, and you sir?" Sally asked.

"Merlot, please." Scott smiled.

"Great! I'll be right back with your drinks!" The waitress said before departing.

"So how's work been going honey?" Scott asked.

"It's okay." Sydney sighed. "I just a have a huge week of meetings coming up and since we got bought out last month, management has been on us all about making our sales." She shook her head. "I'm ready for our vacation."

"Ugh." Scott made a face. "Well I think..."

"Here are your drinks. A Riesling for the lady." Sally said cutting off Scott's thoughts. "...and for the gentleman, his Merlot." Their waitress deposited the drinks before her guests. "Would you like me to give you more time?" She asked.

"Oh, uh, yes please." Scott smiled pleasantly.

"Okay, I'll be back in a few minutes." Sally returned the smile before darting off.

"What was I saying?" Scott asked as he sipped his wine.

"Um..." Sydney began as she too took a pull on her glass.

"Sydney?!" A gravelly voice called out. "Oh my god! Sydney!"

Sydney's eyes lit up and grew wide as she straightened in her seat, peering around the restaurant for the source of her name. No one was looking their direction at the bar or by the windows. It wasn't until he came from around the restaurant's small arboretum, a series of palms and fronds, sitting near the entrance that Sydney's lips curled into a wide grin.

"Oh?" Scott was curious too and had attempted a half turn to trace the voice but couldn't see its hidden source from his seat.

"Lance?!" Sydney shouted as she jumped up from her seat.

She looked so beautiful, Scott thought. Sydneywas a little taller than Scott and the way her body moved in that sparkling red gown set more than his heart ablaze. Bright blues eyes scrunched as she smiled broadly, her straight shoulder-length auburn locks floated behind her as she bound and hopped into Lance's arms. He was tall and looked as if he might tear his suit apart should he decided to flex in even the slightest of ways. He easily caught Sydney in his powerful arms as she wrapped her own around him. What made Scott uncomfortable was that Sydney had also wrapped her legs around this stranger who had now just slipped his hands down over her butt.

"You look great!" Sydney began as leaned back to look into Lance's eyes.

"So do you! Seriously, Sydney. Wow." Lancegrinned before setting her back down and giving her long look over.

'Okay will you two please stop holding each other now?' Scott thought to himself as she shifted uncomfortably in his seat. He took a sip of his wine as he regarded his girlfriend's reaction to this stranger whom she clearly had a deeper relationship with than the term 'stranger' would imply, but as he didn't know anything about this guy, Scott found himself beginning to experience a pang of jealousy for the first time since he and Sydney started dating.

"Oh my god, Lance!" Sydney half bent and slapped her thighs with a giggle. "What are you doing here?"

Scott attempted to clear his throat and when that didn't seem to catch their attention he took another sip of his wine, shifting uneasily in his seat.

"Business." Lance shrugged and made a face. "What about you? What have you been up to?" He asked.

"Not a whole. I'm just here with Scott." She nodded back to her boyfriend who was again taking another sip of wine. "Come! You should join us!" Sydney took hold of Lance's giant paw and pulled him back the table, much to Scott's chagrin. "Scott, this is Lance. He's an old friend of mine. Lance, Scott. "

"Nice to meet you." Lancerumbled as he offered his hand to Scott.

"Likewise." Scott responded weakly as he accepted Luke's hand, looking up at the giant of a man, made all the worse by his seated position.

"Listen, I'm all for catching up, but do you mind if we do this at a booth?" Lance asked as he held his arm up, catching the attention of their waitress.

"Yes, sir? What can I do for you?" Sally asked with a warm smile. Scott noticed Sally's interest in Lance as he caught her checking him out.

"Tell me you have a booth for us." Lance indicated Sydney, and Scottwith a wave of his hand and that damnably charming smile.

"Oh yeah. Right this way!" She beamed.

The trio followed their waitress to their new table, a booth in a far corner. Scott took his seat opposite Lance, but Sydney plopped herself in right next to her friend. She was closer than Scott cared for but he was still processing the initial interruption. He felt flush but chalked that up to the wine.

"I'll give you guys a little more time to order. However can I get you something? Anything at all, sir?" Sally asked with a glaze in her eyes.

"Yes, a scotch, clean please." Lance said as he leaned back in the booth.

"It's so nice to see you! So how have you been!?" Sydney asked as she leaned into Lance's shoulder.

"I've been doing well. I have my own brokerage firm now and we just purchased a pharmaceutical lab." Lancerevealed.

"A pharma...? Wait..." Sydney's brow cocked up. "Did you buy PharMont?"

"How did you know?" Lance asked.

"I fucking work for them!" Sydney shouted with a laugh.

"Get out." Lance blurted.

"Yes, go. Leave, damn it. What is even going on here?" Scott thought to himself. He couldn't even believe what he was hearing. He had had plans for tonight and now that was all out the door, so he again returned to his wine.

"Your, you bought PharMont?" Sydney asked again.

"Yes. There's good money to be made and PharMont looks profitable. Now that I know you're on the team, I can understand why." Lanceshared.

"Here's your drink, sir." Sally said as she set his scotch down.

"Can I get a ref-..." Scott began but Sally was already gone.

"Oh wow. I can't believe it." Sydney laughed.

"Yeah who would've thought I'd buy some pharmaceutical business and you'd be working there?" Lance laughed as he sipped his drink. "Pardon me, Sydney, but I have to hit the head." Lance said.

"Oh, sorry!" Sydney smiled as she wiggled out of his way to let him out of the booth.

"Thanks. I'll be back." Lance announced unnecessarily.

"Okay who the hell is he?" Scott asked once Lance was out of earshot.

"Who? Lance?" Sydney asked. "He's just a friend from school." She shrugged.

"He must be one hell of a friend since you've never mentioned once." Scott stated.

"Oh stop it, honey." Sydney said. "You're being silly."

Scott didn't think so but Lance's return stifled that branch of conversation rather effectively. Eventually the trio would order their dinner, while Sydney and Lance seemed to be enjoying the company of one another, Scott made due with his bottle of wine. The night he had been looking forward to all month long was not going how ad he hoped. While he could not have foreseen such an interruption like this he was still feeling defeated.


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Alright, leaving this a bit open ended with how I'd like to take this but I'd like to play out the concerns the boyfriend might have, the insecurities and jealousy he may have along with perhaps the arousal and hotness that he finds. Whether we want something to genuinely be going on behind the boyfriends back or not.

The background and set up can be different as well, down for adjustments.



Dating a girl with an OnlyFans should be fun right? Like mind blowing to have a girl be so skill full and hot, so open with her kinks and experience. Sure there were the weird initial concerns, the jealousy, the thoughts of not being enough and that she would be chatting to other guys online and doing photos and videos for them.

But it paid a lot and that money was super helpful while being in college. It helped that the boyfriend had a bit of skill in photography and was able to capture his girlfriend in all her glory and help out when possible. Or maybe he doesn't want to be involved or know much about it.

Maybe one day he decides to subscribe to her OnlyFans and scrolls back far enough to see his girlfriend sucking on a huge cock that's twice the size of his, her ex boyfriend that she filmed a fair amount of content with… maybe the boyfriend finds the content so hot.


So I'd like to explore a college couple. A girl that's been a bit promiscuous and is out there with an OnlyFans. Now the boyfriend can be played in a variety of ways, whether he encourages her OnlyFans content or helps out or not.

I'd like to play out the concerns the boyfriend might have, the insecurities and jealousy he may have along with perhaps the arousal and hotness that he finds. I'm thinking that her Ex will come back into the picture at some point. Other characters that I can see playing a big part can be friends of the boyfriend and maybe an established porn company that might reach out to our gal.

But I'd very much enjoy a kind of cheating or cuckold/sharing dynamics to this story.





Maybe a sophomore or junior, going to school somewhere in California or Florida. Maybe she has a secret perverted side, a side that enjoys attention. Maybe that side has led to her exposing herself (from the neck down for anonymity sake) on Reddit... and somehow she stumbles across an opportunity to explore being in porn. Maybe a random encounter with some BangBus type people... maybe she responds to an casting couch style ad... or maybe we start out with her being home for the summer and she explores porn by creating an onlyfans.… maybe she has a boyfriend and they do some real amateur type stuff together.

Could start off at Spring Break of her Sophomore or Junior year of college... during that week, she encounters the BangBus, and participates in her first ever porn shoot. She enjoys it, a lot, and the guys are also impressed by her. She'll return to college for the rest of the semester, and by the time she goes home for the summer she's got a pretty popular video of herself on PornHub... popular enough that starting an OnlyFans is a serious consideration. She winds up creating an account, and any and all adventures she has related to her OnlyFans account can lead to things happening when she goes back to school for the fall.

This is a rough idea, it can go a lot of different ways.

I do like the idea of playing a goth/alt/egirl type gal that has a few issues, low self esteem, guy issues, sex issues like being a bit of a nympho, drug problems, mental health problems, etc


Also perhaps she starts with a boyfriend that she has an ongoing OnlyFans with that they film stuff with together… which will complicate things when she gets contacted by other interested parties or also does the BangBus endeavour.

I think it certainly would be fun to play out a mix of porn and college scenarios and characters with things like fellow students perhaps finding out and making offers, teachers, boyfriends friends. To a old sleazy porn star offering big bucks, maybe even a famous rapper that we could explore a relationship with that is toxic

With the boyfriend I'm not sure if he would be supportive or involved in her OnlyFans stuff.

Could go either way, with him not being into it and her wanting him to film stuff with but he says no… until his roomie says yes

Or maybe he is a bit but is a bit shy with it, and her fans want her to take a bigger cock and get dicked down more… or maybe he even opens up the door to doing something with his roomie but regrets it afterwards.

Different start -

"Get on the fucking payload!" Charles shouted into his mic, clicking furiously as he pushed his character forward. The stream camera picked up his expression, the twenty-year-old blond college student sitting in a classic gaming chair, wearing a headset. He took his tank to the forefront of the payload, holding up a shield. He pressed the in-game emote for I need healing! And his character shouted the same.

"I got you babe," Elise said into her own mic. The brunette smiled as she moved her healer to support her boyfriend's character. "C'mon, we've almost got this!" She said in the voice chat as the rest of the team rallied around the two of them. Her camera was also trained on her, and it was a little higher quality - and pulled a little further out. The brunette was wearing a skin-tight outfit that was printed with D.Va's suit on it, and red paint patches on her cheeks along with all her makeup. . She didn't play the korean tank-girl, but she did love dressing up as her - and her stream showed the results. There was a constant stream of comments flowing on their side screens, people talking about the game, getting into the totally off-topic side conversations that seemed to plague all streams… and drooling over her.

They pushed the payload to the end and the screen flashed in the victory logo. Charles punched the air, and Elise shouted "Yes!!", bouncing up and down in her chair, which only served to make the skintight suit jiggle too. Charles glanced at the chat, and sure enough, there were a bunch of simps in the chat tonight. Drool emotes and heart eyes everywhere. He knew she did it on purpose, and he had to admit he liked it.

Charles' tank took the play of the game, and he grinned widely at the camera. He saw a request in the chat, and wondered if Elise had seen it too. "Hey babe, can you get me a drink?" He asked, craftily. Elise nodded and took her headphones off, then stood up and turned away from her computer… showing off that the suit clung to the curves of her luscious ass. She walked away, and the stream went wild, then came onto his camera and put another Mountain Dew on his desk. Then she saw the chat. "Oh, you perverts!" She said, loud enough to be picked up by Charles' mic, and giggled. "I should have known." She smacked him on the arm, and sat back in her chair - but not before giving them another glance at her ass.

The chat filled up with drooling over Elise's body, and expressing envy for Charles. He couldn't help feeling a rush of power and pleasure at that. He had to admit that he liked it when everyone drooled over his girlfriend.

The two of them had been together since junior year of high school, when they'd both been awkward nerdy kids, not popular outside of their weird little clique of equally awkward gamers. Then they'd gone to college together, and… well, Charles was still kind of an awkward nerdy kid, but Elise had blossomed. She'd gone from awkward and skinny to stunning, with luscious curves. She'd also embraced it, enjoying showing off the body she'd gotten, and even decorating it with tattoos. They'd each gotten one when they turned 18, but now she had a full sleeve and a couple other decorations. In all, a gamer's wet dream. And he got that all to himself.

They played another couple rounds, and then she looked over at him, pulling the mic away from her face. "I think I'm done," she said quietly, "I have class early tomorrow." He nodded. "Sorry guys, that's it from us tonight." He said to the stream. "Gotta end on a win, right?"

"Yeah!" Elise said, smiling widely at the camera. "Thanks so much for joining us, everyone. And don't forget to follow us and favorite us so you know when we're streaming again!" She held up her fingers in a cute D.Va pose before ending the stream and signing off. Charles did the same, and their webcams winked off. He turned to her, smiling widely, still sitting in his gaming chair.

Elise got up gracefully and walked towards him, then slid into his lap, straddling him. The suit she wore was skintight and thin, and her nipples stood out in little bumps against the cloth. "You're so fucking bad," she said with a little giggle, and kissed him warmly. "Getting me to stand up like that… You're gonna get us in trouble with Twitch."


Sluggishly dragging herself back home, following another tiring day of work. It's not enjoyable listening to bratty teenagers and your perv manager hit on you... but it pays the bills, well sorta.



A scrunched up McDonalds bag in Allison's hand....again, thank the lord for her fast metabolism or she'd be in a wheelchair at this point. Slouched over slightly as she watched the footpath, her worn out pair of red Converses hitting the floor with each step. Her earphones beneath her hood blaring out Kendrick Lamar's latest single as she walked home in her own little world, sharing glances at the fellow people walking by. A few cute guys that she'll never see again....shame.



She turned to make her way into her apartment building, collecting the mail before stepping into the elevator, a few small smiles and soft waves to the other poor bastards living in such a cesspool of a building. After punching in the button to her floor, she leaned against the rail, exhaling as she tried to calm herself down following a few stressful weeks. She walked along the stained carpet to her apartment door, looking at the walls, covered in God-knows-what liquid. The stench hits her nose like a train, she remained unfazed, conditioned to such surroundings by now.



Allison unlocked the door, closing it and locking it behind her as she kicked off her shoes. She walked to her dump of a living room, seating herself on an old couch, kicking her feet up onto the coffee table in front of it. A few empty bud light cans, a PlayStation controller, some old college books, her artwork and vodka bottles are bunched together, like a cute little collection. An ashtray sits by her feet as she begins reading through the mail. Eviction notice, junk mail, the usual. She lights up a cigarette before opening up her phone, reading some text messages, one from mom, granting her request for her to wire some more cash into her bank, still thinking I'm in art college. One from my dealer, telling me about 'some new shit from Colombia'. Another from...... Kyle? Telling me I should probably get a checkup, awesome.



Allison turned on the tv as she sat back, taking some much deserved drags as she looked around the living room. Her old wallpaper could do with changing, the torn effect ain't really doing it for her anyways? She should clean the carpet too, beer stains aren't the prettiest of designs this season. The windows are filthy but eh, saves her having to close the curtains she guessed? Her unwashed clothes are piled atop an armchair that was once her grandpa's, passed down to her.



With a cigarette between her lips, she watched her phone screen like a hawk, it's Friday night and there's gotta be something on tonight? Even some college parties? She knows she dropped out months ago, but that doesn't mean she can't hang out with her friends. Besides, she dropped out because of them, deciding that she couldn't handle the pressure on top of her newfound addiction to certain substances. "I swear I'll go back when I'm clean?" Allison thinks.



So this is Allison, a 19 year old girl living alone in Queens, recently dropping out of art college, still living off of mom and dad's money with the lie that she's using it for college stuff. But in reality, she's a mess, fighting a craving for coke as well as anything else that can get a job done. She's currently working at Hot Topic, it's not exactly what she was planning to do when she moved to New York from Seattle, but it pays okay and she guesses it can open other doors in the future? She's a pretty outgoing girl, usually being described as: friendly, talkative, mellow, funny, easy....actually ignore the last one.


"Nhmph.....ugh........hmph....agh" The only utterances I manage to let out as I close my eyes tightly, my hands gripping onto the top of the ceramic toilet in front of me. Arching my back properly as I cling onto it tightly, my breathing following a similar rhythm of that of the gentleman behind me. I open my eyes slightly, watching my painted black fingernails as they manage to support me, allowing me to remain stood, well, kinda stood. A flickering light shines down on the pair of us. With gritted teeth, I continue to grunt softly, knowing that really gets him going......

A few minutes pass before I fee his knees lock and his grip around my waist tighten. "Nngh, ugh!" He grunts as he begins to empty himself, his grip tight and his cock placed firmly inside my ass, he releases his seed into me at an alarmingly fast rate, he must've not jerked off today? With his weakened knees, he manages to pull out of me after he's done, getting a little excess semen on his finger. Without thinking he rubs it on my ass with a snigger before zipping his jeans back up. "Ugh, yeah. Thanks for that V." He says before placing a dime bag of coke onto the toilet in front of me. "Uh huh. Yeah no problem." I say as I give him a thumbs up and turn to flash him a smile.

That was Leon, he's a retard, but he's harmless. Probably the last dealer I'd wanna go to, but desperation leads to some pretty shitty ideas. Much like this idea. The idea where I find myself in a dive bar bathroom, cum spilling from my asshole, all for a 20 dollar score. I pull up my fishnets and denim shorts combination. I shove the baggie into my pocket before leaving the cubicle. Throwing away the excess toilet paper used previously as I exit the bathroom.

I make my way to the bar "Phone..." I say softly to the bartender as he takes my phone off of charge and hands me it with a smile of his own. I sluggishly drag myself out of the bar, glancing around at the streetlights as I bite my lip and think. "Well, what now?" I ask myself as I wander along the footpath. Just me and my thoughts. Oh where to go. I can't go home, the locks were changed as soon as dad caught me doing a little bit of meth. Can't go to my sisters house, she made sure I stayed away from her newborn, I dunno why, I'm awesome with kids. And I sure as hell ain't sleeping in the station again tonight. Either way, I pop my earphones in, taking a deep breath before wandering. The Smiths playing in my ear, I mean if anyone can cheer me up it's Morrissey?

So this is an open ended idea and can go in a lot of places? She's vulnerable yet strong. Dumb enough to get exiled by her family, but smart enough to survive.

**"GLUCK GLUCK!! SPLRGHHH! GLUCK!"**

My mascara and heavy eye liner had bled down my face ages ago. My dark red lipstick was smeared across my face and my chin, and on your shaft. And your balls. And your ass. It was a surprise there was any on my lips at all really.

My dyed black hair was a mess, unsurprising since it spent most of the night balled in your fist. My fishnets were torn, messily and quickly, around my pussy and my ass.

My nose ring was nestled somewhere in your pubes, as was my nose. In the back of my mind, I know I should be worried about it being ripped out, or getting infected. But all I can really think about right now is your cock bruising my oesophagus, and your balls bitch slapping my chin.

Suddenly, and without warning, your dripping cock slips out my gasping mouth, and like a cannon, points over my face, blasting rope after rope of hot, thick cum over my face, and some of my bangs. I moan, and angle my face upward to catch as much as possible, tongue out. I kneel like that until you're done, and open my eyes.

You're no longer standing over me, instead you're walking about my apartment, picking up your clothes. Emptiness begins to sink in, as I kneel there dejected.

"What's the rush? We can watch a movie, your pick. Just let me shower" I chirp, mustering as much cheer as I can, hoping that maybe, just fucking maybe, this time he'll stay.

"Can't. Have plans." You say apathetically, grabbing one of my throw blankets to dry your cock.

"But I just got a new projector, and I bought that beer you said you liked. We could drink some, and we could-"

"That's nice. But I'm busy. Exams" you say as you brush by me on the floor.

"But college just started?"

"Oh. Right. Anyway I'm busy" you say from the hallway, already on tinder.

The door slams as you leave. But I stay on the floor.


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I like the idea of a girl whose background wasn't exactly healthy - the body of a trailer park princess, who was regularly sleeping around with guys who weren't good for her, letting her mum's boyfriends bang her in exchange for a little bit of money or drugs, while also sleeping with her teachers, enough so that she could scrap into an arts course at college.

I'm thinking she was quite wild and has addictions to drugs, sex, alcohol, mental health issues, blurred/unhealthy relationships with men.

She saw it as a way to turn her life around, and made a good start, and even had the sweet boyfriend to go with her early progress... but she wasn't really a college-calibre student, and soon has to resort to sleeping with professors, while she can't help but get invited to some of the hottest parties on campus.

I think she's changed herself for now with her being clean of drugs (apart from weed) not drinking as much, staying loyal with the boyfriend this far until we decide to play things out.

Some characters can be be some college guys, friends of her boyfriend, a drug dealer, teachers, a former bully of her boyfriend, roomie.

Billie looked herself over in the bathroom mirror as she applied the finishing touches to her make up which wasn't anything too overboard, mainly focusing on her eyes more than anything.

Julius called out, conversing with her from the next room over, going on about whether it's fine if he didn't come with her tonight to the party that was on campus, just a few buildings over. She knew that her boyfriend wasn't as social as she was, nor as outgoing since he usually tended to just prefer night ins or doing quiet things together with little dates between the pair of them.

While Billie was more social, friendly, outgoing… she also liked partying, drinking and doing things that she perhaps shouldn't quite be doing.

But she was doing a lot better nowadays. Having been with Julius it was probably the most stable and longest relationship she had ever had. He was a sweetheart, good natured, caring and romantic which was all certainly a change compared to the copious amount of other males that she has been involved with in her life.

Being with Julius had made a lot of her problems that she suffered easier to cope with. It wasn't always the easiest at times but with her trying her hardest to change for the better and with her sweet boyfriends constant help, she was handling it well.

She never got too depressed for long, didn't feel the need to always be high, drunk or fucking whatever guy gave her a compliment that looked nice on the eyes.

Still, there were those small little temptations and thoughts at times and some close encounters. She still would drink, she only smoked weed now and she had been loyal to Julius for 6 months now, having never strayed.

Billie was perhaps dressed rather revealing, especially more so since she was going out on her own now. She always attracted a fair bit of male attention from the way she dressed, how she looked and carried herself and it always made her feel good. So her tight, short with dress that she wore without a bra surely would get a few looks tonight. But she felt nice in it and Julius always enjoyed when she would dress up so he shouldn't mind at all.

After she was all made up and happy with her appearance, she looked at the time and it was around about time to leave. She left the bathroom to see Julius at the desk on his PC, playing his latest video game, which was a hobby they shared.

"It's okay baby, I get that you want some time to chill. I know that you've gone out plenty with me lately so you can have a break this time." She said, coming over behind Julius to lean in and give him a small little kiss on the cheek.

"How do I look?" She asked once she had his attention, doing a little twirl to show her curvy frame that the dress certainly accentuated





A Sweet College Girl Turned Cheating Slut





Essentially, our characters have been together since they were kids. Like they've known each other for like a little over ten years and have been a couple before they even understood what that was. The girlfriend is pretty, outgoing, and adventurous. While her boyfriend is more shy, quiet, and introverted. Add in a shared school bully that picked on them, the guy mostly, but she got caught in the crossfire and earned her share of abuse by trying to defend her boyfriend. This even culminated in a brutal attack at prom that put her boyfriend in the hospital and she nearly or got raped by the bully who got a couple of years prison/juvie out of it.

Fast forward a couple of years and they've graduated high school, recovered from the trauma they shared, and have become even more tightly bound together. A bit of codependency even with her finding comfort from her boyfriend as her rock while he needs yours to have the courage to experience a bit of life. They've moved off to college, share a small rent house paid for by the boyfriends parents, and are finishing their first year of college. They both have part-time jobs to pay the bills.

So, during this year the boyfriend hasn't done much of anything but school, work, and hanging around the house. The girlfriend though has gone out, made friends, and begun to really regain some of that old adventurous spirit she had prior to the bullying. She's even gotten herself a best friend, Jennifer, who thinks she's wasting her time with her boyfriend and that he is holding her back. College is about having fun, going wild, and experimenting. Not acting like an old married couple. The fact that she has never been or even kissed anyone else in her life is just appalling to her. So, she begins pushing and pushing for her to see what she's missing at least. Meet a friend of hers, make out with him and maybe give him a blow job or even fuck him. After enough convincing, she finally gives in and agrees to meet with the guy.

As expected, she does, and despite some awkwardness, at first, she gets super turned on when she sees his bigger dick. She basically discovers she has a serious thing about a more built guy, bigger dick and someone who is more dominant that gets her really kind of lust drunk. If Jennifer doesn't stop her she would have surely slept with him but she can pull her friend out so she could make a rational choice about it. So sweet of her uh? Well, it doesn't take long before the girlfriend comes to realize that she just can't stop thinking about it and wants to try more. And so Jennifer comes up with a new kinky plan. One she is probably hoping will break up the couple but doesn't work out how she plans.

At this point though, it might be more fun for her to discover her plan through in character interaction?

Suffice it to say, the small intimate party broadens her horizons without her boyfriend actually figuring out what is going on.


Starter for the prompt - ( can be changed)



"What are you afraid of, Billie?" Elise asked, a slight grin on her lips as she looked at her best friend. "I know you can't stop staring at Brian. Just invite him over!"

Elise grabbed Billie's phone, flipping it towards her and typing something out on the phone.

*Hey, Brian! Elise and I are at my place tonight, having a few drinks and relaxing. Why don't you swing by and have a few with us?*

"Elise, stop it!" Billie protested, though her grab for the phone was entirely too late to prevent the message from being sent. "I have not been staring at him!" she almost whined, an outright lie that she tried telling herself and her friend.

Snatching her phone, she blushed at the message, glaring at Elise. In response, Elise simply smiled cutely. "What?" she asked, acting all innocent, "It's not like anything will happen with *me* here, right??"

"Right," Billie confirms fervently, though visions of how to get Elise go home suddenly flash in her fantasies. Fantasies she'd never indulge in, of course. Still, she couldn't help but glance at her phone while she took another drink.








Elise was bouncing a little on the couch there next to her in her growing excitement. "Of course and if it all goes bad, then not another peep out of me about it! I swear," she said solemnly while crossing her heart with two of her fingers. "Cross my heart and hope to die!"

"Great! And he's free, he'll drop whatever he has going on and get his ass here," Elise was saying as she looked down at the reply on Billie's phone. There was a big smile on her face though while she was doing it.

"And don't worry, your lousy boyfriend will never know and this just will stay between us until you say otherwise," Elise went on to say as she put her phone down in her lap. As if for some reason she'd suddenly realize that Caleb was a mistake and would give her the credit for 'setting her straight' with their friends.

"And I'm here for moral support," Elise said as she got up to refill their glasses. She wanted to make sure that Billie didn't lose her buzz while waiting. "I have to ask though, how far are you willing to go with this in case things do go ahead?"

She handed the full glass back to Billie as she sat back down. Once more watching her like a hawk even as she nursed her own glass of wine.







"I'm not sure," Billie said, her cheeks flushing a solid pink color as she thought about what Brian might look like completely naked.

She tucked her hair behind her ear, chewing on her bottom lip as she watched Elise fill up her glass of liquid courage.

"I'm more curious than anything. I mean-- Brian is huge," Billie breathed out, feeling the flush of blood go from her cheeks down to her core, and between her legs.

She felt a little bad about being attracted to Brian, but it wasn't love-- it was purely physical. Why shouldn't she know what's out there? She at least had to *see*-- ever since catching the size of his bulge about two weeks ago.

She'd given herself chances to press against Brian when they were all out. Dancing. Lounging around. The riskiest she'd gotten was actually putting her hand on his erection and squeezing it-- that was three days ago.

She flushed at the memory, looking up at Elise as she was given the next drink. This girl was a bad influence, encouraging her-- but at the same time, she was right. Just because Caleb wasn't curious didn't mean *she* shouldn't be.

"I mean, I want to see it, at the very least. I'm not sure what else I'm ready to do. Especially if he's as big as he feels-- christ, Elise. He might break me!"
She quickly took a big pull of the drink, interested in keeping up her own courage as well.





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(Alternative start, this one would involve her boyfriend passing out from a mix of drinking and weed and Billie fucking his roommate)

The final girl's image had been paused on the dorm suite's common room TV screen—mouth frozen mid–scream—for almost twelve minutes now. Teddy Gaines, dressed in a comfortable white T and some gray sweatpants, lay on the couch propped up on one elbow while his girlfriend jabbered on the phone.

They were the sweetest couple, all acknowledged. Their high school yearbook had named them "Most likely to be married in ten years." It was also probably a gesture of sympathy after the fateful events of prom night in their senior year, but there was truth in it. And tonight they seemed determined to earn it, snuggled together in thick blankets on the couch. It was a Friday night, and percussive music from some party down the hall thrummed through the thin walls. But forget parties when you could have a nice thriller movie-marathon in at home, Teddy told her. Halloween was still two months off, but it was never too early for Teddy, horror buff that he was.

Take-out was strewn on the common room table, and their red cups with mixed drinks were three-quarters empty, but there was plenty of liquor left. He was definitely looking forward to the chill part of their Netflix & chill night.

Teddy took another sip of his rum and coke before flicking his storm-cloud eyes his girl's way, watching her talk to her best friend with a mixture of annoyance and relish. Annoyance because she'd been on this call for too long, and relish because -- well. Look at her. Sometimes he was still surprised he'd managed to win her over all those years ago. They'd been through hell together and come out of it on the other side. He was so goddamn lucky.

But that didn't stop him from mouthing: Wrap. It. Up!




"Yeah, yeah I know." Billie said, looking over at her boyfriend with a smile as she feigned a little eye roll while she chatted with her friend Riley. They chatted often though this time probably wasn't the best since she had been enjoying snuggling up on the couch with her boyfriend but her college gal pal decided now was the best time to have a lengthy chat.

Billie paced around her boyfriends dorm, it wasn't an entirely big space, the two bedrooms, bathroom and a somewhat opening living space with a tiny kitchen setup. It was messier than hers, the typical guys just leaving everything about.

But she was pacing around and talking a little lower than usual with Riley since her friend on the other end of the line was going on about things that weren't exactly the kindest to her boyfriend. Her friend was trying to get her to be more out going, more social and to…. Well explore. She didn't exactly approve of her boyfriend, thinking that Billie could do so much better than him.

Riley just just wanted people to be as free and liberated as she was. She had seen how settling down with your High School sweetheart turned out for her parents and Billie and Teddy were worse! They'd been together as a couple before they even knew what being a couple meant!

So lately Riley had been telling Billie all about the parties on and around campus along with all the hot guys that she could easily hook up with and that Teddy would never find out. Billie had remained defiant but Riley kept going on and on and at times with some of the guys she showed her and the stories about them…. Well her mind would drift at times.

"Well we can see about next weekend if that's when the next party is." Billie told her. "Anyways, I gotta go, we can catch up and chat another time." She said before finally hanging up and bouncing over to her boyfriend, giving him a soft kiss before lying down with him again.

"I'm sorry about that baby, she really just wants us to get out more so I said we'd look at going to a party next weekend." She said with a smile, grinding gently back against Teddy, her short shorts leaving a lot of her pale skin exposed.




Teddy had no idea what Riley was talking to Billie about, and would have had a thermonuclear meltdown if he did. He'd never been a big fan of Billie's new, worldly college friend. Though, to be fair, it had never stopped him from checking her out now and again.

But any annoyance Teddy felt about Riley and Billie's chat evaporated when his girl sidled up against him. He could feel her wonderfully soft curves and the heat of her body through the thin layers of clothing, and couldn't help but smile. This was home.

"Yeah," Teddy offered on her suggestion they got to a party. "Maybe so." That was always his half-assed, indecisive answer to going out and doing things. Maybe so. Except they never did. There was always some reason not to for Teddy.

The college junior glanced down at his girl's bare legs with their elegant ink. He reached around her to lay a hand on her lower belly to push her ass closer to him. His prick stiffened in his clothes. Maybe they could keep this movie paused just a little longer....

And then? Then the door rattled. Teddy startled, years of PTSD kicking in, his eyes going to that knob like a fucking hawk. But it opened and it was just -- Oliver. Square-jawed, tattooed Oliver in his leather jacket and white v-neck tee and tight black jeans.

Teddy had only known Oli for a month, but though they were as different as night and day, they'd gotten along alright. Mostly that was because Oli had been gone most of the time, off playing gigs or partying. And when he was back at the suite, there was usually a girl with him.

Or under him.

"Oh, hey you two," the rocker said with an upnod, brow furrowed. "Shit, I'm interrupting, aren't I?" He squinted, as if to make sure everyone's clothes were still on.




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This can go a lot of different ways but theme wise very much into a cheating theme.



Would love to hear more character ideas too. I'm thinking there would be a bunch of males that our main gal will work her way through and fuck with.

Some range of characters would be her friend group, guys and gals…. people at college, fellow students and teachers…. The old bully that raped her and beat up her boyfriend….. boyfriends friend, boyfriends workplace colleagues or boss.

I'm thinking after she's cheated and fucked initially, that the best friend maybe let's the friend group know and in on it, perhaps telling the guys to go after her.

Some random scene ideas

- The girlfriend having some phone sex or something with her boyfriend while in reality she's sucking another man's cock but she's saying it's just a dildo or something to him

- I'm thinking there would be a few parties, one that they boyfriend attends so her friend has the idea of a type of trust type game. Where they see if he trusts her as she 'pretends' to fool around with a guy or two where the boyfriend has his vision blocked by either blindfolds or a towel that would obstruct his view. Or by the girlfriend and a guy disappearing to the next room



"I can't believe it's been three months already," Billie said to the camera, smiling warmly. On the screen, her boyfriend let out a laugh.


"Almost halfway through the year." Tyler said in response. The blond young man looked just like she remembered him, skinny, bright eyed, with brown eyes behind his glasses. "So when are you going to come visit me?"

"Soon," she promised. "As soon as school calms down enough. And it's kinda expensive to get tickets. You shouldn't have moved all the way to the East Coast!" She teased.

Tyler laughed, but she felt a little pang anyway. He looked off camera for a moment, then back to her. "I gotta go, I have loads of homework tonight."

"Of course you do, you big nerd," she said, and laughed. "I love you."

"I love you," he said back, and then the call ended. Billie stared at the screen for a few minutes longer, feeling pangs of longing, and other needs.

Three months. Three months in college. She had gone to school in California, just a couple hours from their hometown. Tyler, though… they had been high school sweethearts, and she loved him. But he'd taken a college offer for MIT. He was super smart, and she was so proud of him. He'd gotten a scholarship to MIT. But now he was all the way in Massachusetts, and she missed him. With the time difference and how much work he was doing it felt like she barely even got to talk to him. It sucked.

They'd been together for two years. She'd taken his virginity, fumbling around as teenagers. Now she was nineteen, away at college for the first time, and Tyler wasn't there with her. He was always insanely smart, and she wasn't really surprised that he'd gotten into such an incredible school, while she was in a generic CSU. But it still hurt, a lot. The day he'd told her where he was going she had been so happy for him, but the reality of the situation settled in on her like a weight.

She didn't have much time to sulk alone, though. A few moments later her roommate bounced into her room. Lexi was a freshman, too, and she was, in many ways, Billie's opposite. Petite and blonde, outgoing and bubbly, and often excited about things. She had definitely been enjoying the new freedoms she had found here, even though their college was in her hometown she had moved out of her family's place as soon as possible.

"Billie!" She practically cheered. "Please tell me you're not doing homework tonight"

The dark-haired girl shrugged, looking embarrassed. "I have a paper due next week-"

Lexi cut her off. "Then you have plenty of time to work on it. Come on! The football team won a big game tonight and there's a party over at Dave's place." Dave was a junior, a fratboy over at Delta Xi, and a total party animal. They'd throw an event for any reason, and Lexi would usually be over there, often getting drunk and fucking him loudly in his room during the party. Billie didn't like him much. He always spent a long time staring at her, even though she wore baggy clothes to try to hide her curves. The parties were even worse. Lots of drunk idiots.

"I don't know, Lexi," she responded. "It's not really my scene. Besides, I think I'm just kinda down about Tyler. I miss him, you know?"

Lexi had to work hard not to roll her eyes. Tyler. They chatted all the fucking time, and it was so gross. They got into fights and Billie got all stressed and mopey for days, then they'd make up and it would be just as bad. She rested her hand on Billie's shoulder. "Then I think this will be good for you! Just some loud music and dancing and playing drinking games. Come on. For me, just this once? If you hate it, I won't drag you to another one, I promise!"

Billie had to think about that for a moment. It didn't seem like she'd have fun. But it would give her an excuse not to go to any more, if Lexi held to her promise. Which she probably wouldn't. But another Friday night at home watching netflix - or porn - didn't really sound any better. Her mind took a long moment but she finally spoke.

"Okay, sure. Let's try it." Lexi's face lit up, but as she opened her mouth Billie raised a finger warningly. "But I'm not dressing up for it! Not a chance." Lexi pouted, but the pout still turned into a smile as she raced out of her roommate's room.



So lately I've been really in the mood for a young girl being corrupted and becoming more free and wild along with a bunch of cheating. So this is a prompt within the realm of that which she will become more and more open to things and grow into a slut and get up to plenty of fun adventures through the campus.

Also down for different spins on it, just craving a college setting and similar themes right now.


As usual, Billie left the school building much more speedily, than she had entered it.
The day, so far at least, had been shit. But that wasn't really a surprise. Sometimes it seemed to her, that her whole life was on a slowly, but steadily spiraling downhill.
If pressured to mark the point, where it got really bad, she probably would have named two dates: The day her father lost his job and the day where he (and the rest of the world) had noticed her tits.
Her family had always been on the lower end of the social ladder, but after her dad was laid off, his lack of income, paired with a gambling habit that got slowly out of hand, had made things worse.

It also ment, that he spent a lot more time at home...Enough time, to ogle Billie. Or at least certain parts of her.

On a vague, theoretical level, she was aware that her body (that poetically inclined people might have called "voluptuous") was something someone could be proud off. And the looks of obvious envy in the eyes of her female classmates seemed to support that idea. Yet, she would have preferred not to be the target of the kind of looks she got all too often.

The rest of her appearance of course, was rarely the source of envy. Neither her (mostly second-hand) clothes, carefully picked to cover as much of her as possible, without looking like an amish-girl, nor the blue dyed hair or her face, that seemed to be the epitome of "You would be prettier, if you smiled more often".

Quickly, the girl jumped down the stairs, pulled a pack of cigarettes out of the old army jackett she had thrown over, to hide the curves her tanktop failed spectaculary to conceal, and then strode leisurely towards the street, where she dropped her backpack under a tree, lit her cigarette and waited.

Corey had offered to pick her up after school and, by god, she could use some wanted attention today. After an uncomfortable breakfast, an abyssmal schoolday with teachers who either stared at her chest or berated her about her slipping grades (or both), she desperately needed something to calm down. Also she liked to avoid getting home before her mother returned from one of the three jobs she had to do.
Better to spent the day literally anywhere else, than alone with her dad.

So Billie stood there, leaning against the tree, smoking and looking for her boyfriends car.

Billie watched as Corey pulled on up. She had mixed feelings about seeing him today. The whole day had been a complete shit-show. Her dad had been nagging her about getting a job. And her mother was barley home to say anything. The woman is too busy screwing her boss. Sooner or later the truth would come out. It always does. Aside from that, she was not doing too well in one of her classes. Mr. Williams suggested she stay after school once a week to catch up. She didn't want to but she needed that class to graduate.

She flicked her cigarette and walked on over. "Hey." She opened the door and got in. "It was fine." She shrugged, placing her back pack by her feet. Corey was an odd person. He would reach out then pull away. Their relationship wasn't stable. But she liked him. He was not some highschool boy who looked away when they talked to you. No, he was a nice change of pace. Maybe that's why she liked being around him. Of course it sucked when he went off to work. But he liked to keep busy.

She couldn't wait to graduate and get away from this hell hole. Away from her so called parents. She wasn't sure if Corey would still be around when she graduated? It would be nice if he was. But she didn't have high hopes. She took a deep breath, looking over at him. "Your place?" She asked, giving him a small smile. Maybe they could start a movie and actually finish it this time. But it would hard if his roommate was around. She didn't talk to him much. He was too cocky. It was annoying, but she dealt with it.

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So this story idea is revolving around a young, maybe high school aged alternative/goth type girl. She's from a poor, abusive home and is struggling to get by. I'd like to explore her life, maybe going through her downwards spiral and she can't help but get abused and used by her father, her older boyfriend, his friends, a teacher, drug dealer. Feel free to bring me more characters idea and flesh out the ones I have. Also think an addiction to sex and drinking, drugs will occur.



In truth, Liam had grown a little bored with the party not long after he had gotten there. The music was loud but it was the typical music that one heard at such parties and he didn't feel like dancing to the typical generic pop that was on. Most of the people there were already drunk and acting stupid, trying to get into fights, daring people to drink more, trying to find a girl to fuck. Which made sense at most parties, it was a party filled with mostly high schoolers and that made his job of selling them drugs all the more easier. In truth the only thing that did appeal in the house was the vast quantities of alcohol that had been put out and the fine young women that were catching his eye. He wasn't sure what number of drinks he was up to now, carrying around an expensive bottle of whiskey that he had taken from some kid that was so wasted out of his mind he didn't even notice. He was making his way through the house, simply observing the people around him. He noticed that people outside had got the fire pit started up.

He had lost his friends early on in the night. Coming to this party had been their idea, though most nights Liam found himself enjoying the nightlife in the south side of town. For him and his mates it was all about slumming, Something about lowering themselves to a social level that they viewed as lower than even them, drinking with them, and otherwise making fools of themselves seemed to satisfy something in them that they perceived as unfulfilled, as though rebelling against the usual norms and expectations by acting as such was a missing piece to a puzzle for them.

For Liam however it was a bit complex. He wasn't sure if he was looking to fill some incomplete part of himself. Or if he was purely addicted to this lifestyle now, the drinking, the drugs, the money and the girls. He enjoyed it. At places like this, no one really knew him or his past, or anything about him really… he was free to be wild and do whatever he wanted. Things were a lot less complicated when he was doing this stuff.

The night was just cool enough to be comfortable with his attire. He was dressed in a pair of black jeans that had multiple rips through them, a regular black t-shirt that fitted tightly enough to showcase his lean and muscular frame while also showing his tattooed arms. A thick pair of black combat boots were also worn, giving his already tall frame a couple more inches. He had a nostril ring piercing along with his ears gauged but not to an extreme size, the jewellery also was in black, suiting his entire aesthetic.

He made his way outside for a moment, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. He knew it was a bad habit but in truth… he didn't care enough not to do it. His entire life was one big bad habit.

He ran a hand through his hair, making sure it was kept in place in his slicked back undercut before he pulled a lighter from his pocket, he lit the cigarette as he approached the fire, standing over it, feeling the heat of the flames against his face as he took a drag from the cigarette and let out the smoke before looking over at one of the girls that was sitting there which he gave a soft smile, noticing her colourfully dyed hair.

"Enjoying your night?" He asked.

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Billie was not born into an easy life. She was a trailer park girl growing up that moved more frequently than she remember since she was a little girl. Little did she know that was generally due to her Dad constantly relocating to evade the police. He was a marijuana grower by trade, and he made a great amount of money selling it to street dealers who did the foot work for him. That would all drastically change one night when her dad finally got busted, and after getting a lengthy sentencing based on how many plants were found and various other charges that were stacked up..off to prison he went. She was about 6 when they took him, and she had not seen him since.

Her mother wasn't exactly that much better. She cared and looked out for Billie, but she also got caught up in her bi-polar disorder and chasing dick more than she chased a stable environment for her daughter. It was far too frequently that Billie would be taking care of herself by the age of 8 when her mother was either working her late night waitressing job or when her mom would get too drunk and high...passing out and leaving Billie to fend for herself. She was growing up fast....way too fast for her personality and brain to develop in the way it probably should have. To make matters worse, she was gorgeous, and the types of men her mother attracted were not always the greatest of people. Sure, her mom would meet a few decent guys that showed Billie how to take care of herself a little better, but those were far and few between and her mom's relationships never lasted. The good guys her mom met left an impression, but it was the bad ones that would overshadow and develop Billie's personality.

She lost her virginity to one of her moms boyfriends one late night when he was drunk and her mom was passed out, and it was definitely not a consensual thing. She was almost 11 when she was deflowered, her cries and squeals falling on deaf ears of her mom that was completely passed out in the next room. Billie cried herself to sleep that night, and it wouldn't be the last time she was violated. Her mom did find out rather quickly about what her then boyfriend did to her daughter, and he was promptly broken up with, but nothing else was done about it. The man just got away with it when her mom never reported anything and just told Billie to keep it to herself for fear of police getting involved in their life again.

It wouldn't be the last time though her mom would bring some lowlife home that would hang around for a while. On several more occasions Billie was violated once mommy was passed out again, and eventually Billie just started keeping her mouth shut about it. Subconsciously the sexual abuse, the physical abuse, the lack of supervision, the desperation for real attention and the inherited bi-polar disorder was shaping Billie into a confused messed up teenager. By 14 she had already had sex with a few men, all of them too old for her. It was during those years that one of her moms recent ex-boyfriends would come over to the trailer at night to watch porn with her...and have sex. This guy had a thing for cumshots, and with his young impressionable toy he found in his ex-girlfriends daughter, it wasn't too hard to train her into a facial taker and a cum swallower. Between the acts in porn and an older man's agenda to unload his balls on this 14 year old, it wasn't long before Billie just assumed it was part of the process when any other girl her age and older would find it disgusting. It was nasty at first, but she learned to tolerate it.

She was confused, already breaking mentally and needed help out of a hopeless situation. Things finally took a turn for the better, once her Aunt found out about a lot of the things that were going on, but much damage had already been done. Billie's aunt got her out of her moms house and moved her to another state, but so much damage had already been done. She was smoking pot to ease the pain she didn't even know she had, floating through life, getting tattoos, piercings....and still having sex with men that she shouldn't be, like her tattoo artist that was trading her free tattoos for pussy.

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Billie was freshly 17 now, had no contact with either of her parents and as confused as a teen could be from her experiences growing up. One thing was certain though, she was hot, with an incredible body that most girls her age would kill to have. She did have a large set of breasts that were far more developed than practically all other girls her age along with it she had a killer ass, flat stomach, pretty face and a wicked attitude. She was certainly one of the tougher girls in school, but inside she was just a broken damaged little girl still. Billie didn't exactly fit in with any particular social group at school, which landed herself as being part of the outcasts and freaks. Nobody dared mess with her though, at least...not since she beat the hell out of Angela AND Tina (two of the head cheerleaders) after school one day for talking shit about her. That event was definitely the day she got instant respect around the school, the detention she got was minor in comparison. She was a D student at best, not because she was dumb, but she had such a hard time paying attention and retaining book knowledge. She was fairly street smart, but that didn't pass tests. She had been placed on medications multiple times and had multiple counselors, but she never took her meds and she stopped meeting with her "shrinks that were pointless"....as she liked to put it. Her aunt couldn't control her, and really didn't even know how to with Billie frequently sneaking off and going for rides with biker guys she would meet. The only thing her aunt was able to do was force a birth control implant on her, Billie couldn't be counted on taking medication, and with her tendencies to sneak out her aunt did what she could do to protect from an unplanned pregnancy. All in all, Billie didn't fully realize how messed up she really was

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Saturday night, it was the typical night most high school hours parties were thrown and this weekend was no different. This was a particularly large party that attracted kids from nearly all social groups at school, and Billie was not one to miss a party very often. It was the weekend, so Billie and a few of her friends that were notably hotter "outcasts" got the text message a party was going down, making their way to the address that came into the house, mingled a bit and had a few drinks. While Billie's friends stayed inside, she took a break from the loud noises of party goers that tended to give her anxiety after a while and went outside towards the firepit that was lit in the backyard. Taking a seat by herself near the fire, she wore an extremely short black skirt that night, a red thong, matching small lace bra, a blue spaghetti strap tank top and heels. Her skirt hiked up as she crossed her legs and sat on cheap lawn chair that was set up, a skirt so short that if anybody was to look at the right angle there would be just a hint of red panties on display, despite her legs being crossed. Her tattooes were all mostly visible, along with her blue hair that was down.

Billie sat alone for at least 10 minutes, getting lost in the back of her mind where her past, present and future all swirled together in a confusing mess of thoughts. To her, her mind was blank, but her damaged messy subconscious was turning and doing flip flops. That's when she heard some guy address her, and ask her if she was enjoying her night. She glanced up, snapping out of her trance...when did this guy even get here? She had not even noticed anybody walk up.

Holy....shit.....this guy was HOT. Tattooes everywhere and with aura of bad boy to him, perfect for her. Billie's eyes focused on him and she smiled. "hey..." she said, still wondering where the hell he came from even though he walked up plainly towards here to light a cigarette.

"The nights pretty good, I mean...for a jock party..." she giggled a little, staring at the fire as it flickered before her, she looked back at this stud who was standing a few feet away and adjusted herself to face him a little more "hey...you got an extra cigarette on you?" she said with a mischievous smile on her as she scanned over this guy.


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So this story is quite open in ways it can go but will focus on a messed up toxic couple, plenty of dark elements, abuse, cheating and others to explore. I'd also very much enjoy for Billie to encounter and hook up with other characters throughout this story.




Lucky for Lucy she had a special charm about her that lead to a wide opportunity of job openings. She wasn't oblivious to the envy some girls might hold on her either. After all she was a curvy, petite, young woman blessed with beautiful, brown, wavy locks of love. Her emerald eyes could pierce the hearts of many men and woman if she chose to do so but that wasn't the problem. No, looks weren't an issue for her. It was her mood swings so to speak. Her tardiness and seeming lack of motivation in the workplace that she struggled with. She was smart but she made dumb decisions and last night was a dumb decision. It was a decision that may have gotten her laid off today.



Liam, Lucy's roommate, also happened to be her rock. Her boyfriend of two years; The guy she ran to every time something went wrong. His emotional support was so valuable. She didn't know how she would survive without him sometimes. Sure, they both were broke as fuck but at least he could hold a job. She didn't understand why her boss assumed being hungover meant she wasn't able to function in the work environment. Then again, she did tend to fall asleep at the desk and her only job was to answer phone calls/redirect calls. It was hard to balance life as a young adult. On occasion Lucy wanted to enjoy the night life with her girlfriends but she also needed to hold a job so she could afford life with Liam. Moving in with her mom or dad wasn't really an option in her head either.



Lucy's high-heeled boots felt heavier than usual today as she set home for her apartment. It was as if the rain pouring down on her held a higher gravitational force on her body. Then again four blocks of concrete in heels wasn't ideal and her ride was still working at the job she just let go of. Hmmm…come to think of it…maybe…it was her outfit today that got her in trouble? She was wearing a pencil skirt which seemed appropriate to her standards, but maybe she should have buttoned that extra top button so her cleavage wasn't as apparent. Lucy had gotten fired once before over not following the dress code, but the things they told her to wear didn't make any sense to her. Regardless, her current situation still pissed her off and she knew Liam wasn't going to be to thrilled to hear her news either.



Ughhhh are you kidding me? Stress was rising inside Lucy like a fire ignited with gasoline. Of all the days for Angela to bug her…



"Lucy, where's your rent? It's now two months overdue!"



"What about Marshal's Rent? Why are you picking on me?!"



"He paid yesterday…" Angela said, and of course this only made Lucy even more upset. Even Marshal, the sketchy old man who dealt drugs had it more together than her.



"Fine!" Lucy screamed louder than necessary pulling out the cash she just withdrew from her final work check. She knew she was still down $250 or so but…that was all she had right now. "Liam will get you the rest by the end of the week." She mumbled, still not in the mood to deal with people. She was feeling attacked and the last thing she wanted was Angela breathing down her throat about rent.



"Okay well, make sure it happens. I need it Lucy."



"Yeah yeah, I will. I will." she said continuing her way up the creaking wooden staircase, not really paying any mind to what Angela was really saying to her. It was all just words with no meaning at this point because it went in one ear, and just as easily out the other.



"Hey," Lucy said to Marshal, "your shave looks nice" she remarked. She had to stay nice to Marshal, not that he was necessarily hard to get along with. No, that usually wasn't a problem for Lucy but because on occasion he would set her up with some recreational fun. Liam wasn't a fan of it but sometimes….Lucy just needed it and she couldn't control it.



"Bad day huh?" he said, obviously noting the scene she made downstairs. All the walls were thin. Door closed or not, most people in the eight room, two story, apartment complex would have heard her yell at Angela. "Let me know if ya need som'thn later" his thick accent was obvious but she still didn't know where he came from. Judging by the assortment of tattoos over his shirtless body she figured it was from a gang he may have formerly been in. On that note, Lucy liked to keep their relationship minimal and for….business only. But overall, he was a good neighbor to have next door. She trusted him. Enough.



"Hah, yeah. It's been a day." she said finding her key to open the door. But before Lucy turned the handle she looked back at Marshal and whispered "M…maybe later."



Entering the apartment complex Lucy immediately threw her purse into the corner of the living room and slammed the door behind her. "Liam…" she said feeling her eyes begin to water as she looked into the handsome features of his face. "They…laid me off! I…I didn't do anything wrong, I swear! They just decided to hate me!" she said moving herself over to him, hugging him close. Needing him. "And then…Angela…she-" Lucy was practically hyperventilating at this point with her chest pressed onto his abdomen still not letting him go. But mentioning Angela's name quickly turned what was going to be tears back into anger "-Angela yelled at me and I gave her all the cash I had. I can't win. They laid me off…and I ..I felt like I was doing better…" she said slowly falling to her knees in front of him.



Lucy was a mess and Liam knew it. But what he didn't know was how she planned on fixing her issues for the night…



"When was the last time …?" Lucy paused, biting on her lower lip as she looked up at him from her knees. A smile traced her lips as her fingertips lingered their way up from his boot to his thigh, and then danced around his crotch. " …I got laid?" she asked twisting the negative words thrown into her face this morning by her boss into a more dirty connotation.



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Hey guys! I'm really open to where this rp could go! Thought it'd create this and leave it a bit open as I'm curious with what some people could offer in terms of avenues to take it.



Obviously it's a couple that is down on their luck and barely managing to scrap by while Lucy has some... Issues.
 
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Kinda craving a retired pornstar in a serious realationship that gets an offer to return to porn. Focusing on the drama, the troubles with it and perhaps it developing into cheating and cuckold territory.
 
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