u/KchanceDPP

Prompt: The second-best thing about having a job at a surf shop is that she gets to come to work in nothing but a bikini, a pair of sandals, and her employee lanyard every day. The best thing is that she gets to aggressively flirt with the swimmers, surfers, and stoners who frequent the shop and then sneak off to let them fuck her during her breaks. u/whore_queen

The sun was starting to set on another perfect summer day in Southern California, and 18-year-old Ivy Reyes was walking home from her job at Ed’s Surf Shack. 5’2”, with black hair in a long braid down her back, she was still in her work uniform, a lime green bikini that covered only the bare minimum of her sunkissed skin. Her home was a small, working-class neighborhood not far from the beach, but Ivy had a body built for Hollywood, starring the sort of soft, natural curves that older and more famous women spent a lot of good money trying to imitate. It was easy for her to imagine being filmed in slow motion, the movie camera capturing the nuances in the way her breasts and ass moved up and down with her steps. 

But this was the real world, her father would say. She could hear his voice in her head: “Ivy, you shouldn’t wear that when you’re not at work, you’ll get yourself into trouble” he’d say in a strained way, like the subject was uncomfortable for him. But if it was so uncomfortable, she thought, why did he bring it up so often? It was his annoying habit of focusing on worst-case scenarios when many better ones were possible. 

For example, wasn’t it possible that her looks were opening up new opportunities for her? Weren’t there advantages to being young and hot in a city of so much superficiality? Ivy knew her dad would flip if she ever mentioned the way the owner of the store looked her over when interviewing her. Did her dad really not know why she got the job? It wasn’t her high school degree or empty work history. 

No, she concluded, he probably didn’t know. For all of his concerns about Ivy, and for the disagreements they got into, he still fundamentally believed that she was pure and innocent and would not do wrong. There was so much her dad didn’t know. 

He didn’t know about Blake, the long-haired surfer guy who dropped by the shop on Wednesdays to drop a load in Ivy’s pussy during her lunch break, or about Devon, the always-shirtless slacker with a seven-inch dick who never bought anything from the store but received an employee discount on everything Ivy could offer, or Dante, whose impeccable physique made it easy for him to pick up Ivy and have his way with her, or Bryce, or Isaac, or Oscar (god, he’d kill someone if he knew about Oscar) or Jose. Ivy’s dad had no idea that his daughter was the surf shack slut. 

Yes, there was a lot of fun to be had as a busty 18-year-old spending your summer days on the beach. Each shift brought with it at least one customer who got one look at the girl behind the counter and decided they were more interested in her than in anything that was on sale. Ivy was free. She’d flirt and tease and laugh at their stupid jokes, and then, when the store emptied out or a conveniently-timed break came around, she’d finish what she started. One time Isaac was thrusted into duty as an employee because Ivy was on her knees for him behind the counter when another customer walked in. He performed admirably, and she made sure he was well compensated for his brief shift. 

Reaching home, Ivy walked in the door and was greeted, as usual, with a chiding from her father about her attire. She rolled her eyes and waited for him to sigh and give up the argument. 
“Well, how was work, anyway?”

She reflected upon the past eight hours. It had been a busy day at the surf shop. She recalled the way Oscar squeezed her breast and she only pretended to be mad about it. Dropping to her knees in front of Dante and his six-pack abs because he bet her she couldn’t make him cum in less than five minutes (she could). Being double penetrated by Devon and Bryce in the break room. Lying to her boss about the source of that mess on the floor. 

“Oh, you know. Same old, same old.”

At the beach, by the pool, or maybe in an unexpected setting. Any sort of prompt that might have room for a woman wearing a bikini.

The shower turned off, and from behind the curtain a long, muscular arm reached out in search of a towel. Blindly, it found what it was looking for, red and plush, hanging up around the corner. After a good thirty seconds of drying himself off standing in the tub, Tyler pulled back the curtain, and cooler, less humid air hit his bare skin. His 6’2” frame was only slightly less sculpted than in his football playing days back in high school, with large shoulders, well defined biceps, and the remnants of a six pack; Tyler had discovered upon arriving at college two years ago that a physique like his had benefits other than playing football. He was handsome, in addition. His square jawline was consistently covered in a level of stubble that suggested a carefree attitude about the matter of a beard when actually it was well maintained. Tyler had green eyes and brown hair kept just long enough to be attractively messy. These were some of the qualities which landed him his girlfriend, Julia, a busty brunette sister of Alpha Phi, whom he’d been dating since the spring of sophomore year. 

Having stepped out of the shower and dried himself off more completely, Tyler picked his phone up from the bathroom sink and was greeted by an array of messages, all from his girlfriend's friends. They included, but were not limited to, the following:

“Wtaf” 
“Holy shit” 
“Oh my god, I'm kind of in awe”
“Tyler, please tell me you didn't mean to send that to us.”
“No one else is gonna say it, but fuck it, I will. That thing is fucking perfect.”

Tyler was puzzled for a moment by this bombardment of texts and scrolled back through the chat to find the cause. 

Oh shit. 

Before entering the shower, Tyler had taken a dick pic for the enjoyment of Julia. Only, he hadn't sent it to her. He had sent it to the group chat listed in his phone as Julia's Party, the one arranged to set up her surprise birthday party last weekend. The one with all of Julia's friends. 

He hastily typed out a message. 

“Oh my god I fucked up”

And another. 

“Can you all just like pretend you didn't see that? 🫣”

As it turned out, no, they couldn't. Tyler was blessed with a dick that measured (he knew, because he had received regular requests to measure it) eight and a half inches. The group chat quieted down; each girl in that semi-public setting respected his request. Privately, they were less respectful. 

“I know you're like, Julia's bf and all, but any time you need that monster ridden you let me know,” came a DM from Bailey, a bubbly blonde sophomore. Tyler was surprised by her directness, at least until the other messages arrived. 

“I would fucking choke to death on that huge cock of urs and die happy,” from Kyla, a former roommate of Julia's notable for her tattoos and blue hair. 

“You're so much bigger than my boyfriend it's fucking crazy,” wrote Audria, who was on the softball team with his girlfriend. “I feel like I'm missing out over here.”

Tyler was taken aback by these reactions. He was well aware that his size was uncommon, and on first encounters the reveal of his cock often provoked a sort of shock. He recalled the way Julia stared at it, and how she said she was in love with it the first time her hands mapped its length. But to see her friends openly maneuvering to take her place left him feeling almost trashy. He was flattered, of course, but these temptations were not seriously challenging his loyalty to his girlfriend. 

And then Chloe messaged him. 

Chloe, Julia's best friend on campus. Chloe, who had always given Tyler the impression that she didn't care for him. Chloe, whose petite Asian body had occasionally popped up in his fantasies. 

“There's no way that's actually your dick,” was her first message, followed swiftly enough by the next two to leave no ambiguity: “I'm gonna need you to prove it.”

“In person.”

Perhaps it was his competitive spirit, the instinct within him to prove the doubters wrong. Or maybe it was the uniquely confrontational way in which Chloe had expressed her interest. But this, out of all the messages he received, was the one he couldn't help but respond to. 

He showed up at her door not long later. Chloe answered wearing just a black t-shirt and a lacy pair of panties. Her dark hair covered her forehead, and fell on either side of her face all the way down well past her shoulders. She smirked, and had her arms in front of her chest, denying him entry to her room.

“Go on, show me.”

Tyler looked nervously up and down the hall. Nobody else was out and about, but all the same… 

“What, out here?”

“Now you have a problem showing off?” she taunted. 

Again he scanned the hallway. Seeing no possible witnesses, he quickly pulled down his shorts, leaving them lowered just long enough so Chloe could properly see what he was packing before covering back up. Her mouth opened wide, delighted with what she had seen, and it closed into a smile as she turned her eyes up towards his. 

“You know I always wondered what Julia saw in you, but now I’m starting to understand,” she teased. 

Tyler wasn’t sure whether to feel complimented or insulted by this. 

“So are you gonna let me come inside?” 

“Usually I make guys pull out the first time,” she replied snappily. He rolled his eyes at this joke, and she took a step towards him, getting up on her tiptoes to bring her voice as close to his ears as she could. Her hand on the waistband of his shorts. “But for a dick this huge I think I can make an exception.” 

Tyler required no further invitation. There was a race to Chloe’s bed, where, seated atop it, she received a closer view of Tyler’s impressive, stiffening cock; he encouraged her to get her hands on it, and with her small, dainty fingers as a point of comparison, his eight and a half inches seemed even larger than usual. 

“Fuck,” she said, letting down the guard of cool confidence she had held up at the doorway. Her hands gently moved along his thick shaft and her eyes took in every detail, from the circumcised, purplish head down to the well-groomed base. “This is so fucking crazy.”

It’s possible she only meant Tyler’s size, but it did remind him briefly that the thing they were doing was also crazy. He had never cheated in a relationship before, never thought of himself as the kind of guy who would do so. But watching a pretty girl eye his manhood with amazement in the way Chloe was doing now was enough to chase any discouraging thoughts from his head. 

Chloe put her lips on him. First, on the tip. Then again, along the side of his shaft. Once more, a little further along. These were tender kisses, devoid of the snarky attitude she had previously maintained around him, and Tyler responded to them with a groan of approval. She looked up at him and smiled. 

“I’m not usually the submissive type,” she said. “But something about this thing just makes me want to…” rather than finish her sentence she plunged her lips down over his cock, taking him, if just slightly, into her mouth. Her hands on his shaft tried to compensate for the inches she couldn’t take, and she tilted her head and used her tongue with skill. Her dark eyes sought his approval. Tyler, still in a sort of disbelief at what was happening, nodded his head. 

“I need you inside me,” she said, pulling her mouth from his flesh. “I need this gigantic dick to fuck me.” 

She leaned her slim body back onto the bed, and removed her panties first, then her top: Her breasts were small and firm; Tyler’s eyes focused on the shaved area between her legs. A rapid repositioning took place until he was between them, and his large, slightly lubricated cock aimed at the tight little hole where Chloe wanted it. Tyler thought it would be an impossible fit, until he felt just how wet she had become. He gasped and pushed himself forward, entering her soaked slit.

“Oh my…FFFUCK!” She screamed, and for a moment he worried who might overhear. The deeper he went, the less he cared. Every time he pressed another inch into Chloe’s incredible pussy, he forgot a little bit more the reasons why this shouldn’t be happening. She brought her legs up high around his well-built torso, helping her to accommodate even more of his length; Tyler pawed at her chest with his large, strong hands. 

“Tyler,” she gasped, and it felt good to hear her moaning his name. It felt good to have a new, exciting pussy clinging so tightly to his cock. It felt good to be fucking, with increasing intensity, this slutty little size queen after a year in which she’d mostly treated him like an intruder. 

The floodgates were opening. Tyler buried his cock as deep as he could inside Chloe, and let loose an orgasm worthy of his massive member. It trembled and spurt rope after rope inside her, and she loudly encouraged it, begging him to give her every drop of cum he had. But even when he eventually pulled himself out of the warm hole that had welcomed him, Tyler was not finished. Certainly not with Chloe, whose tiny little body demanded to be stretched in so many more ways. But she had also awakened in him a curiosity for just how good Julia’s other friends might feel. 

With his mighty dick having broken the ice, the remaining girls proved just as easy as Chloe. Audria forgot all about her boyfriend after being thoroughly and powerfully fucked from behind, her reddish braids serving as Tyler’s handlebars. Sorority sisters Phoebe and Hannah were happy to share his shaft between them; they swore they weren’t ordinarily such sluts, which he found hard to buy. Choker-wearing Kyla regularly stopped by his dorm to deepthroat and drool on his dick; she performed the task with a fervor he found almost frightening. There were nine girls on the original group chat, but after their curious friends were included, Tyler hooked up with fourteen in a span of just a month. 

Of course it was inevitable, carrying on at this rate, that Julia would find out about her boyfriend’s affairs. She walked in on Tyler stretching the pink pussy of Bailey while another blonde waited her turn on the couch. Naturally, she was quite upset about this situation. But when he pulled himself free of Bailey, and his huge cock dangled in Julia’s eyesight, she realized that she just couldn’t let him go. 

Original prompt by u/whore_queen

A simple and smutty idea courtesy of u/cyrus-cain

Holding a cardboard box filled with books, Sam picked up his step to avoid missing the elevator. He got in and took a place alongside its other occupant, a young woman with dark brown bangs. She wore, though his eyes were careful not to linger, a black t-shirt featuring a band’s logo and blue jeans. 

“Could you hit 12?” he asked, making a vague gesture with the box as an excuse for why he couldn't do it himself. But the woman, several inches shorter than he was, didn't move. She barely even acknowledged his presence, much less his request. He was about to grow frustrated with her when he peered over the box to see that 12 was already lit up. 

“Oh, you live on 12? Great! I actually just moved in. Well, moving in currently, as you can see.” He was in good spirits, despite the labor of lugging his belongings to his new apartment. Yes, 26 was a little late to be moving out of his parents’ house, but a fresh start in the city now awaited him. This attractive neighbor, petite but with a certain rough edge to her look, could only be a promising omen for his independence. 

“I'm Sam by the way,” he said, extending a hand as best he could while still holding the box. But she gave him just the briefest glance before rolling her eyes and looking forward at the door. Now Sam was miffed. Sure, she was probably a few years younger than him, but did she really consider herself so far out of his league as to reject any possible introduction? 

Finally, as the elevator slowed to a stop on the 12th floor, she turned to look at him directly. She had fierce green eyes, and he felt as if they were burning a hole in him. 

“Come to 1208 if you think you can handle it.”

With those words, spoken softly and yet threateningly at the same time, she exited the elevator. He was so dumbfounded by the interaction that the door nearly closed in front of him before he stuck out a leg to prevent it from happening. Stepping out into the hall, he turned to try and spot the nameless brunette walking, but instead he was greeted by a suntanned blonde stretching her long, limber body with one foot high against the wall. 

“Well hello there,” she said in a honeyed voice, apparently unbothered by the position he had found her in: legs spread wide, the tight, highlighter-green fabric of her shorts drawing Sam’s eyes magnetically toward the place where they met. “So you're the new guy. I'm Talia.”

As she lowered her leg, he finally raised his gaze to her face. She looked to be about thirty, in Sam’s judgment, her golden hair pulled back into a no-nonsense ponytail. He introduced himself as politely as he could, trying to set aside for the moment his admiration for her body, the toned, exposed stomach and breasts that tested the stretch and containment of her top. But the way she looked at him, a playful glint in her eye as she walked past, made it difficult for his mind not to wander. To say nothing of the view he received of her firm, fit behind. 

“See you around.” The elevator door closed on Talia, still smiling suggestively towards Sam. 

More than a little bewildered by these encounters, Sam delivered his books to his apartment, 1203. He set the box down among the others that contained his belongings, and took a moment to examine the space that was now his home. It wasn't the grandest of apartments, consisting of a modest open-plan living space and kitchen, and a bedroom just large enough to accommodate his queen-sized mattress. He thought of the two women he'd just met, and the possibility of having one of them on said mattress. 

Half an hour later he was sharing the bed with two entirely different women. They were roommates, fresh out of college, the literal girls next door, and they had insisted on giving him what they called a “proper welcome” to the building, which apparently consisted of playing out every threesome position he’d ever seen in porn, and quite a few he hadn’t seen. At some point they’d given their names as Andrea and Kristy, but in all of the hubbub he’d lost track of which was which. Was Andrea the short-haired blonde tracing his cock with her tongue, or the Asian friend whose lips were caressing his nuts? He felt it might be awkward to ask at this point, and voiced another curiosity instead.

“Do you girls do this for every guy here?”

They giggled. Giggling seemed to be their second favorite thing in the world, after his cock. 

“There hasn’t been a guy on this floor in months,” possibly Kristy said, pulling her mouth off him. “Not since the one in 1209 moved out.”

“We think his girlfriend made him move,” chimed in the other girl. “She was such a bitch. Like, I even offered to eat her out, but she still wouldn’t share him with us.” 

Sam groaned as her tongue retook its place at the tip of his cock, and the image of these two girls sharing a couple joined the parade of other fantasies this day had given him. 

“So wait, everyone else on this floor is a woman? Are they all…like this?”

The girls giggled again; they knew exactly what he meant. And as a matter of fact, the answer was yes. The twelfth floor was teeming with women who had been just waiting for an outlet for their uncontrollable lusts. Before his first day in his new apartment was through, Sam would get to meet Stacy, a cute-as-a-button redhead who waited until after she was riding his cock to inform him that she had a boyfriend; Darlene, forever to be remembered as his first cougar; and Olivia, who upon returning from her shift as a nurse said that she only really had the energy to give him a titfuck, and that she hoped he wouldn’t mind such a small welcoming gift. 

Sam’s energy and stamina being limited too, it wasn’t until day three, after he had gotten to know all his other neighbors (twice, in Talia’s case), that he found the time to visit room 1208. Home to that intriguing, intimidating brunette from the elevator.  He knocked on the door, and she quickly answered, as if she’d been waiting for him, dressed only in lacy black lingerie, which contrasted so sharply with her pale skin. She held in her hand a shiny set of handcuffs, dangling like a hypnotist’s medallion. 

“Ready to have some real fun?”

I haven't written anything in a while, and I'd like to get back into the habit with something straightforward: modern day, porn logicky smut. Don't overthink it, stupid and slutty is the vibe.