You've always had two left feet, so when your fiancé suggested that you take some dance lessons, you weren't exactly surprised.

"Sure, I don't mind. I can woo you properly at our wedding"

"Ohh, that'd be great. It would be a great wedding gift to not have bruised toes" she chuckles as you throw a bread roll at her.

"What do you think of getting Rachel to help you? She's getting really good with her dancing, and she even has some paid shows coming up. Like a real professional! I'm super proud of her"

Your wife's BFF was a loaded gun. She was nice enough, but you found yourself incredibly attracted to her. A tiny little 5'2" with a vanilla ass made by the gods. She was curvy everywhere you looked. She should not be able to carry all those curves on her tiny body.

"Are you sure that's a good idea? Weren't she and Jason going through some things right now?" Her husband was a whiny prick you could not stand, but you did your best not to cause trouble. To each their own.

"It'll be fine. She needs space away from him, so this will be a good opportunity"

"If you think that's a good idea, sure. I'll give it a go, but no promises..."

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A few days later you show up at the dance studio she was a member of. Thank God there were other people around. She was never so much as perfectly cordial to you. Yet here she was wearing a tiny little pair of pink booty shorts that made you want to turn that ass red before diving into her little pale cunt. Gods, she was probably a squirter too. The natural DD on her didn't hurt either. No matter what that girl wore, there was no way she was going to keep those tits in check. Today was no exception. She had a sports bra on that was losing the battle.

You could feel your cock getting hard as she walked up to you, going in for a hug. You redirected her, leaning in and kissing her on the cheek and keeping your obvious hard-on away from her. Not that there would be much you could do to avoid it with the bombshell pressing up against you.

"I'm glad you were up for this. I needed some time away from the house, and I'm glad I could do something for Ames. " She says tying her long blonde hair into a ponytail as she offers you her hand.

"Shall we?"

"Thanks Rach. You were warned I have two left feet? Uhh.. Are you sure you want to do this? Aren't you and Jason... you know..."

"Yeah, we're not doing great" she says as you drown in the depth of her baby blues. Your hand on her lower back inches away from God's perfection of the type of woman you've dreamed of.

"He's an ass, and I'd much rather be spending my time with a much nicer, charming man who knows how to treat a woman. Plus, you're not too shabby on the eyes either." She giggles as she comes in closer. Oh, you were fucked.

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TLDR: I want a proper seduction and mutual attraction where both are reluctant but still find a need that needs to be fulfilled in one another. Equally reluctant to betray their loved ones but still finding their way in the shower together to wash off that nasty sweat and maybe work off extra lbs. ;) I'm also very partial to BBC, but it's not required. Kinks/desc/characters are in my profile.

Background:

Rachel was a juxtaposition of contradictions. Few people could get a handle on her or knew what to do with her.

She was a perfect southern belle with a thick southern drawl that made you both feel self conscious about your manners and made your cock twitch with sexual tension.

She was a beauty pageant contestant (and winner). She learned at too early of an age how to doll up and manipulate men to get what she wanted. She was exposed to a multitude of "Daddies" mother brought home. They all tended to have illicit thoughts about her, especially as she matured into the shapely woman she eventually became.

College was a rebellious phase for her. You would be just as likely to her her sweet honey voice as you were to overhear her moans and screams as she took a lucky man's tool between her legs. Black men especially were frequent visitors to her rooms. Few things irritated her proper conservative mother more than the idea of her daughter being defiled by Black married men. Rachel became an expert at both upsetting her mother and fucking every Black man she could get her hands on.

She eventually calmed down and settled. You could say she both settled down and settled for Jason. Her husband was older than she was by a decade. He was just getting out of a long relationship and needed a change. Though he was a good provider, it wasn't the money as much as the comfort. He fit the bill for a good stable provider. Sex was... well, she had a LOT of experience and wasn't expecting him to live up to all her needs.

Plot/Story Line:

(Shorthand: my daughter's fiancee fucking me)

Her stepdaughter was only 19 years old and recently had gotten engaged. She was far too young if you'd listen to Jason's rants on the topic. She wasn't her daughter so she didn't feel like she had much to say. She cared for Cindy of course but she made plenty of mistakes in her own life, far be it for her to be preaching moral fortitude.

She was sitting across from her daughter's future in-laws. Across from her was a tall dark stiff black man. Next to him his charming sweet loving wife, Ada. Ty and Ada didn't seem particularly excited about this pairing but she could see where Marcus got his manner and military excellence was drilled into him by the Army and his own father. Ada mumbled something about losing another one. She was hoping her son would marry a proper black woman.

At the head of the table was Cindy with her fiancé, who so far has not been able to look past Rachel's bouncy tits. Rachel was gifted with 34Gs (a recent change), and it was an adjustment period. She felt her body flush a bit as Marcus was holding Cindy's hand and burning a hole through Rachel's top. Her own nipples were rock hard at how much heat she felt radiating from him. Thankfully nobody else seemed aware.

He was a weakness for Rachel. There was something about a young man in uniform that she always loved. Maybe it's her southern upbringing always being around some military base or another. Maybe it was her very military family that made her really respect the men who served. Or the many, many men she thanked for their service when she took them to bed.

She should know better; she had no reason to brush her hair out of the way or let her strap holding her tits in check barely drop low enough that her large, erect nipple was almost exposed to Marcus. She really was going to ravage this young man if he didn't stop looking at her like that. No matter how much she loved her daughter... a man like that was very, very hard to resist. The fact that he was likely going to do his damnedest to be faithful to her daughter just made her want him that much more. God, her panties were getting wet looking at him. How was she going to spend a week at a lake house and go swimming without at lest getting his ebony chocolate cock into her mouth? Just a taste....that's okay, right? She's been sooo good for sooo long. She can have a taste. Cindy won't mind, will she?

Fuck, his parents will have a lot more reason to hate her than her connection to Cindy.

If only she could get him alone...she has a few fun little outfits she'd love to try out for him. Even more so if he would rip them off her as he punished for being a sexual temptress. God, if this dinner didn't end soon, she was going to start masturbating in front of everyone!

Note: This somewhat builds on a previous story I wrote where, unexpectedly, my character goes through a change, going from a C cup to her now heavy 34G. Her body, and her attire are all going through some adjustments. She sometimes can come off unintentionally sluttier than intended. She's still very attracted to Marcus, but she is also not intentionally trying to cause trouble. Then again, that's not exactly easy while carrying a set of 34Gs on a tiny 5'2" figure.

Slutty Note 1: This is going to be a long post, but I will drop a few links to my character that all can be played out. It's a buffet of travesty and sin. It's up to you what you want to get out of it. I'm happy to play anything I write down or any suggestions along the same theme.

Background:

Rachel was a juxtaposition of contradictions. Few people could get a handle on her or knew what to do with her.

She was a perfect southern belle with a thick southern drawl that made you both feel self-conscious about your manners and made your cock twitch with sexual tension.

She was a beauty pageant contestant (and winner). She learned at an early age how to doll up and manipulate a men to get what she wanted. She was exposed to a multitude of "Daddies" mother brought home. They all tended to have illicit thoughts about her, especially as she matured into the shapely woman she eventually became. 

College was a rebellious phase for her. You would be just as likely to hear her sweet honey voice as you were to overhear her moans and screams as she took a lucky man's tool between her legs. Black men especially were frequent visitors to her rooms. Few things irritated her proper conservative mother more than the idea of her daughter being defiled by Black married men. Rachel became an expert at both upsetting her mother and fucking every Black man she could get her hands on. 

She eventually calmed down and settled. You could say she both settled down and settled for Jason. Her husband was older than her by a decade. He was just getting out of a long relationship and needed a change. Though he was a good provider, it wasn't the money as much as the comfort. He fit the bill for a good stable provider. Sex was... well, she had a LOT of experience and wasn't expecting him to live up to all her needs.

Events Summary

The last year has been chaotic to say the least. Rachel's recent body changes have left her with a stacked set of tits and gained her a lot of unwanted attention. A set of 34Gs on a petite frame like hers turned heads. Her relationship to her husband has gotten a bit strained. Maybe it was the fact that he paid as much attention to her tits as all the perverts around. Maybe it was falling out of love. Maybe she just felt lonely and neglected, but the moment she met her stepdaughter's fiancee, everything in her life exploded.

Marcus was an attractive young man with a strong love for his country and some pretty brown eyes that reached deep down in her soul and kept moving down to her lacy thong and scorched a need in her she didn't know still existed. The day they met, they ended up making out on the porch with his family, his fiancee, and Rachel's husband all there, ready to catch them in the act. It was a bad idea, and they both knew it. We tried to stay away from each other till Christmas and then again NYE. Rachel was not known as a slut; she was anything but. She had a reputation as a lady of high class. She was prim and proper. NYE, her prim and proper legs were wrapped around Marcus being fucked against the wall with a gathering of strangers spectating, and neither Rachel nor Marcus could stop. The fact that Marcus' wife was at home expecting their firstborn didn't seem to stop him from unloading into her again and again. Rachel even subbed in for her daughter for lamaze class where she ended up in a public 'family bathroom' moaning for her son in law pounding into her. She's made some terrible choices and had some strong doubt about whose child she was carrying. It's not like she and Jason were not sexually active too. She was a married woman, but the way Marcus fucked, she'd be shocked if it was Jason's. She needed an escape. She had a few months to come clean or make a more drastic choice. Save her marriage by losing the baby or have the baby and likely destroy what was left of her relationship. Gods, talk about clashing with her conservative upbringing. She had been anything but a proper woman this past year, but some of her values were drilled into her skull so many times that she could not escape them, not easily.

Memorial Day Remembrance (Scene)

Rachel always came home for Memorial Day. She had lost her father and brother to different wars. Her relationship with her mom was not a happy one, but she still loved what all these men did for their country and wanted to thank them all for their services. As fucked up as her life was, she would not have the life she did today if they had not served the country they loved and were rarely thanked for their services.

There was a huge BBQ that Mother hosted every year, and this time around she was out of town. So instead Rachel was asked to fill in for her. She was, of course, happy to do so. There were a lot of men that she used to know growing up. Many of them got married and had kids. Still, this was the first time she'd seen them since she got her new tits. Yes, some of them were holding their wife's hand all the while readjusting their growing cock with the other. Many of her exes were all much more interesting.

Even Amy was there. They hadn't spoken since she slept with her fiance at his bachelor party. She was at a dark point in her life back then. Most of the men here remember her as a BBC chasing slut, come to think of it. She'd not exactly lost that reputation, but getting married had toned that down. The new tits seem to have lit those rumors all over again.

She chatted with a young man, Jamal, who just got back from his deployment. A young man coming back from 4 deployments. It's been about 2 years since he's seen his wife. She was with her family flying back this weekend. Though the way he was looking at Rachel's tits, he wasn't sure he wanted to wait out the weekend.

She froze as she saw Marcus, her son-in-law, take the stage. The father of her unborn child. The main reason she was here was to avoid him, yet here she was, sitting and fidgeting as her ex, Ty, a former marine, taught her the limits of how hard and nasty she could take a cock. She was standing next to Marcus, listing all the accolades of how he had saved his unit and how thankful she was that Marcus showed up when he did.

Rachel was blushing, feeling her pussy ache for Marcus with even more intensity. Marcus, a man she probably loved at this point, standing next to a man that craved ruining her. The two men were each some of the best lovers she's ever had all in one place. Gods, this was such a bad idea. She loved the men she served, but did it really need to be with her on her knees when she did?

Still, she was getting wet at just thinking about thanking Marcus for his services. She knew he served; she never realized just how much he gave up. She should thank him properly ... right?

Background:

Rachel was a a juxtaposition of contradictions. Few people could get a handle on her or knew what to to with her.

She was a perfect southern belle with a thick southern drawl that made you both feel self conscious about your manners and made your cock twitch with sexual tension.

She was a beauty pageant contestant (and winner). She learned at too early of an age how to doll up and manipulate a men to get what she wanted. She was exposed to a multitude of "Daddies" mother brought home. They all tended to have illicit thoughts about her especially as she matured into the shapely woman she eventually became.

College was a rebellious phase for her. You would be just as likely to her her sweet honey voice, as you were to overhear her moans and screams as she took a lucky man's tool between her legs. Black men especially were frequent visitors to her rooms. Few things annoyed her proper conservative mother more than the idea of her daughter being defiled by black married men. Rachel became an expert at both upsetting her mother and fucking every black man she could get her hands on.

She eventually calmed down and settled. You could say she both settled down and settled for Jason. Her husband was older than her by a decade. He was just getting out of a long relationship and needed a change. Though he was a good provider, it wasn't the money as much as the comfort. He fit the bill for a good stable provider. Sex was... well she had a LOT of experience and wasn't expecting him to live up to all her needs.

Plot/Story Line:

(Shorthand: my daughter's fiancee fucking me)

Her step daughter, was only 19 years old and recently has gotten engaged, far too young if you'd listen to Jason rants. She wasn't her daughter so she didn't feel like she had much to say. She cared for Cindy of course but she made plenty of mistakes in her own life, far be it for her to be preaching moral fortitude.

She was sitting across from her daughter's future in-laws. Across from her was a tall dark stiff black man. Next to him his charming sweet loving wife, Ada. Ty and Ada didn't seem particularly excited about this pairing but she could see where Marcus got his manner and military excellence was drilled into him by the Army and his own father. Ada mumbled something about losing another one. She was hoping her son would marry a proper black woman.

At the head of the table was Cindy with her fiancé who so far has not been able to look past Rachel's bouncy tits. Rachel was gifted with 34Gs (a recent change) and it was an adjustment period. She felt her body flush a bit as Marcus was holding Cindy's hand and burning a hole through Rachel top. Her own nipples were rock hard at how much heat she felt radiating from him. Thankfully nobody else seemed aware.

He was a weakness for Rachel. There was something about a young man in uniform that she always loved. Maybe it's her southern upbringing always being around some military base or another. Maybe it was her very military family that made her really respect the men who served. Or the many many men she thanked for their service when she took them to bed.

She should know better, she had no reason to brush her hair out of the way or letting her strap holding her tits in check barely drop low enough that her large erect nipple was almost exposed to Marcus. She really was going to ravage this young man if he didn't stop looking at her like that. No matter how much she loved her daughter.... a man like that was very very hard to resist. The fact that he was likely going to do his damnedest to be faithful to her daughter just made her want him that much more. Gods her panties were getting wet looking at him. How was she going to spend a week at a lake house and go swimming without at lest getting his ebony chocolate cock into her mouth. Just a taste....that's okay right? She's been sooo good for sooo long. She can have a taste. Cindy won't mind will she?

Fuck, his parents will have a lot more reason to hate her than her connection to Cindy.

If only she could get him alone...she has a few fun little outfit she'd love to try out for him. Even more so if he would rip them off of her as he punished for being a sexual temptress. Gods if this dinner didn't end soon she was going to start masturbating in front of everyone!

Note: This somewhat build up on a previous story I wrote where unexpectedly my character goes through a change going from a C cup to her now heavy 34G. Her body, her attire are all going through some adjustments. She sometimes can come off unintentionally sluttier than intended. She still in very attracted to Marcus but she's also a lot she can do that is not meant to create as much of a stir in his loins if she was carrying 34G of cleavage on a tiny 5'2" figure.

I have a few ideas around this theme and I'd love to explore a bit further. My character is a cute little curvy redhead, a goth vibe with proclivity for dark clothing, makeup, darker lipstick and throughly loves sex and has a nympho streak that is slowly developing. Her Dad's lack of attention and home trouble made her run away from home in her youth leaving her with a strong sexual attraction for older men that is always a constant no matter how older she is.

Landlord:

After several bad choices, trusting people I shouldn't have I'm stuck depending on my BF for my living situation. I completely fucked up my credit and a recent arrest that barely let me off the hook has left me utterly worthless. I have 2 shitty jobs to help offset the rent, while my BF is being a proper bum not working or helping in any way. Unfortunately he's also the only way I can have a place to live. I can earn money but no rental company would touch me with my history. We're renting a room from this older black guy named Marcus. He's a large dude, that's not exactly fit but not unfit. Think construction worker type of body. He's worked hard throughout his life, values what he has and knows what he likes. The way he's been looking at me though he seems to think I'm on the menu as well.

Halfway House:

After getting wrapped up in multiple stupid schemes, caught with my BF's drugs, I ended up getting sent to a rehab center and due to bad behavior I'm now at a half way house. I'm out of my element, if I fu** up here I'm out on the street. I'd love to explore some dynamics with the man running the half way house or tenants there. I don't typically rely on drugs for elements to drive the story but i'm open to exploring some ideas if it gets us where we need to be.

Wedding:

It was supposed to be a good time, finally got to meet the right man, got my life in order, career. I even found a nice kind loving guy that cares for me and loves me despite how fucking broken I am. I met most of his family and they're all super sweet. What I didn't expect was meeting his mom's new husband. He doesn't half much of a relationship with him mom his parents got divorced but as she walks in with Tyrone I feel my entire body flush. Tyrone has a way about him, the way he holds himself controls the attention of the room. I feel my body shiver as his eyes undress me, looking at me like prey rather than his step son's future wife. Meeting his kids earlier just triggered all of my Daddy issues. The way he's both a predator and a protector. I don't want this but I feel his attention and if I wasn't getting married today I'd be more concerned. I mean he wouldn't do anything now right? I'm about to get married. There's no way he'd cause a scene..

The Honeymoon:

It was all a blur, It was supposed to be a nice fun cruise in the Caribbean. We'd fly to Jamaica and then take a little 2 week getaway and explore the area, learn the culture, celebrate our marriage and eat too much food.

I'm sitting in dark space, my eyes struggle to adjust as I reach down and feel my pale breasts are bare. They're covered in a sticky substance. My entire body feels stick and sore. I taste the sticky substance on my fingers recognizing it as dried cum. I look around seeing a group of large black men. I can't remember what happened but they're all at full attention cocks ....gods...I had fucked black men before but this was another level.

"Morning Princess. You awake? Good. We're nowhere near done with you. You got another week to go on your cruise and there's a lot more fucking you gotta get done before we release you!"

I groan as my eyes finally able to grasp the large 7' tall black monster in front of me. His muscled chiseled out of a fantasy with a cock longer and thicker than most men's arms. My body is soaked in dried cum I realize with cum oozing out of my poor little pussy a mixture of blood and cum from the abuse.

"Time for round two" is the last thing I remember in the aftermath of screaming, orgasming, pleading. A little white whore for Black Daddies' pleasure.

Always Open prompt goes here. If you want to give that a go. Anything in my history is fair game, but link me and give me the TLDR of what you wish to play if you're going off script.

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I was nervous; I should be dressed already. Maybe it was the fact that my own husband had to be dragged kicking and screaming to see the result of all my hard work over the past 6 months.

I've been working my ass off, and I've gained confidence in myself and my body. It was the sexiest thing I'd ever done on stage. No..I wasn't stripping, but I wasn't hiding that much. My panties are showing, my tits barely covered. A seductive ode to the sirens of old.

I was nervous!

I hear a knock, then a turn of the door handle. I could stop him at any time. I should say something, but I don't say a word as Marcus comes into my dressing room.

My friend, my teacher, my biggest supporter. He takes a moment to look me over. I was still in my lacy bra and booty shorts that hid very little. Thigh-high stockings as he took me in. I didn't wear much more on stage yet .....he paused.

He was looking at me the way I wished my husband looked at me. He closed the door gently, taking me in.

I should know better. I should send him away. I'm barely dressed yet...even through my padded bra, you could see my nips poking through. Not that I needed it; my 34DD left nothing to the imagination. The part called for a very gifted woman, so I was a bit more padded today than usual. Part of the reason I got the part was because I was both petite and stacked.

I was glad I was wearing the shorts I was going to have on stage over my panties. I was getting crazy turned on despite all that was about to happen. I was nervous for a different set of reasons as I felt his hands on me. His cock was erect, and while I don't exactly believe in it, I could almost feel his pheromones coming off him. He wasn't trying to grind his cock on me, but I could feel his arousal.

"Nervous...?" he asks, holding me up against his 6'7" figure. I looked like a stupid midget or fertility doll. My fat tits covering my upper torso followed by a tiny waist, and converging on my bubbly ass and wide hips. I looked ridiculous, or as Marcus likes to tease me. I was made for black.

He lifts my chin up. His mouth presses on mine. It's warm, demanding, and leaves no room for debate. I give in and moan into his kiss. Anyone could come in. I was married. Hell, so was Marcus. My husband could come at any time, yet I just moan and let him kiss me.

"You'll do great. Chin up and knock em dead"

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I could not believe I went through it. My parents, my friends, my daughter, and my coworkers are all looking at me doing high kicks, thrusting my hips, and being a total slut on stage. Gods...I would say I felt guilty if my fingers weren't between my legs. I was fucking horny as fuck after Marcus' kiss. I was wet the entire time. I felt the eyes, the hunger, and the want. I had loved every second of it. My nips were so fucking hard they hurt. I moaned, looking at my top on the floor and my bare breasts exposed. Shit... I forgot to lock the door.

I hear a small creak as it pops open. I was topless, legs open, and my wedding ring buried in my cunt. Shit, who just .......

TLDR: I'm happy to explore things with Marcus if that is the path you want. Otherwise, I'd love to have you be anyone you would imagine and as fucked and wrong as possible that walks in on me being a total slut. I won't say no to incest, but it's a harder sell for me. You'll have to step up your game for that.