u/SecretsHeaven

“Bro, where are you?” Jay’s voice inquired through the phone. David could hear in the background the loud sounds of a crowded bar, and he wished badly that he could be there with his friends instead of spending Friday night in his bedroom. 

“Ah, shit, what time is it?” David asked.

“What time is it? You were supposed to be here half an hour ago is what time it is!” Jay’s voice grew louder, half anger, half shouting over the noise. 

“Listen, I…things got a little out of hand here, I’m gonna try to get there, but I can’t…”

“You always say that, and then you never do. This is the third week in a row you’ve ditched us. What the fuck is going on with you, dude?”

“I’m sorry,” David apologized, and meant it. It wasn’t his choice to still be in his apartment at this hour. “It’s just, a lot going on for me right now.”

The call suddenly stopped; David looked at his phone in confusion for a moment before concluding that his friend had hung up on him. He sighed. He turned his attention back towards the three women lying nude in his bed. To the left was Olivia: slim and small-chested, with auburn hair in two long braids; her mouth teased at one of the brown nipples of Adriana, whose body was the most robust and curvaceous of the three; between Adriana’s thick thighs were the long fingers of Hannah, a curly-haired brunette with multi-colored tattoos decorating each of her arms, but nowhere else on her bare body. These lovely twenty-somethings were David’s roommates. 

“Finally,” said Adriana, impatiently. “Can you get back in here already? This pussy isn't going to fuck itself.”

There was a time, just a few months ago, when a comment like that would have put a broad grin on David's face. Instead, as he returned to the bed, the task at hand felt more like a household chore. 

It wasn’t how David had imagined it would be, when he filled out the application to be their roommate. The listing online had been upfront about the situation: Cum live with three nymphomaniacs on Christopher St.! We’re a trio of hot and horny best friends looking for someone (a man preferably) to fill our vacancy…and our holes! Please send a photo of yourself along with your application. Oh btw rent is $1200 a month if that matters. A picture of the current residents was attached to the listing as proof of its legitimacy; given how attractive they were it only added to David's doubts. He felt as if he was walking into a large cartoon trap labeled “man trap.” Ultimately, though, he decided the possibility was too thrilling to pass up. Like playing the lottery: the point wasn't to earnestly believe in the slim chance of success, but to spend a couple moments entertaining the fantasy. 

And then David won the lottery. 

At least, that's how it felt the first time he felt three mouths on his cock. And the first time it slid between Adriana’s perfectly bouncy tits. And the first time he finished inside Olivia's tight little pussy only to see Hannah racing in face first to lick it clean. All of which happened on the first night of his new living arrangements. 

There were more new experiences to come. The girls had, if anything, undersold their eagerness to fuck and fellate and fulfill any filthy fantasy a guy like David could possibly come up with. There were four bedrooms in the apartment, but it seemed they only needed one at night; David’s room had a king-sized bed which provided just enough real estate for the acrobatics and contortions taking place upon it. When they weren’t having sex on the couch or the dining room table or the kitchen counter. No surface was truly safe from the imaginative perversion contained in that apartment. 

At some point amidst the frenzy of those first few days, the trio explained how they had met in college. Adriana and Hannah had lived together their freshman year, and in late night conversations realized they both were like, total nymphos. Olivia had overheard the noises coming from their room during one evening the following year, and accidentally or otherwise walked in on Adriana fucking Hannah with a strap-on. 

“We didn’t just experiment in college,” said Hannah. “We perfected the formula.”

They’d lived together ever since, with a series of male roommates treated to their erotic antics. And perhaps there were red flags popping up that David ignored because he was focused on fucking this asshole or that throat. A clear-headed listener might have started to wonder: just why did they run through so many roommates? What was wrong with those guys that made them want to leave this carnal paradise? 

It took the better part of a month for David to start to understand the answer to these questions. The incredible pace of his introduction to the apartment simply never slowed down; there could be no such thing as a casual, relaxed Tuesday night. On one such evening David returned home to find Adriana strapped to the dinner table with a ball gag in her mouth.

“We’re eating ass for dinner,” Hannah explained. 

On another occasion, the girls dressed themselves in cheerleader uniforms and insisted that he pretend to be their coach for a full, hours-long “tryout.” Exhausted as he was from his day at work, David played along. The last thing he wanted was to appear ungrateful to his roommates, who had so generously opened their arms and legs and everything else to him. Besides, what guy could really complain about having a trio of cheerleaders competing for him to creampie them?

His social life suffered as a result of his new commitments. He passed up on outings with friends because, well, having a foursome seemed like more fun. Or because he was, quite literally, tied up that evening. Olivia once found him scrolling through Tinder and convincingly argued for him to dump the dating app. 

“No first date you go on is gonna end up with the girl letting you give her a facial. But if you stay home and fuck my face…”

The logic checked out. But by the second month of living with them, David found all of this was making less and less sense. The wild and thrilling nature of the arrangement was starting to seem quite tame. He actually resented it when Hannah would come into his room and offer him a rimjob

“Sometimes I just want to play a video game without experiencing an orgasm at the same time!” he shouted at her. 

He tried to shun the girls from his room at night, but that just meant having to listen to the screams of pleasure produced by the elaborate “gooning” mechanism they cooked up. Better to fuck them until they were all worn out, because at least then he could get some sleep.

After so many incredible feats, David’s roommates had done something he had once thought was impossible. They had sapped him not just of his energy, and of countless ounces of cum, but of his very enjoyment for sex. He didn’t think he could fuck one more hole.

PM response by u/ownahr

Looking for situations where a woman is admitting or discussing in a public setting some more adventurous, kinky, or just plain slutty aspects of her sex life. Maybe she's been pressured by a truth or dare game or a nosy interviewer, but maybe this was her own idea, or part of some performance.

Hit me with your ideas!

Let's overdo this together. Group play, excessive cum, nymphomania, obsessive behavior, and anything that might leave our main character(s) feeling like maybe things have gotten out of hand.

A god with the power to alter reality on a whim. A mischievious demon leading humanity astray one seduction at a time. I'm looking to mess around with the supernatural and the divine, humanoid characters with more than human abilities.

Some possible concepts to explore: possession, mind control, reality warping, faustian bargains, cults/messed up religions...

You've scrolled past her videos. And then you've scrolled back up for a second look. She is gorgeous in the way that only happens on social media: a perfectly fit body swaying gently in rhythm to the beat of whatever song is playing, extra-full lips mouthing the lyrics. Designed to drive your mind wild.

You click on her profile. Dozens of videos just like that one, the angle carefully chosen, the outfits selected with even more care. Plenty of cleavage here, an exposed midriff, toned and tanned, there. Maybe the occasional view of her backside in whatever piece of workout attire hugs it best. She has 400,000 followers, and it doesn't surprise you in the slightest. You may have doubts about her intellect, but you suspect that even she knows that her follower count isn't because of her personality. It's all because she looks good.

Wouldn't she look even better with your dick down her throat? Her nose, perhaps the product of plastic surgery, pressed into your hairy crotch? Her big eyes watering as she begins to struggle for air? Don’t you think she should shut the fuck up and be useful for a change?

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Simple, straightforward idea here: I'm a picture-perfect influencer, and you're a guy who doesn't give a single solitary fuck about my social media stardom. To you, I am just an outlet for your degrading, oral centric desires. You're older, out of shape, someone whose dick I should be disgusted by, which just makes it all the more enjoyable when you force me to gag on it.

Kinks: facefucking, degradation, humiliation, mean older men, appearance gaps

Limits: bathroom play of any kind, blood, punching/bruising

Based on a prompt by u/Gahidus

It was a dreary, rainy evening in the Kingdom of Aldem, but the thoughts in Benedict's head were even stormier. In two decades as head of the Royal Academy of Witchcraft, he had never dealt with a crisis such as this. A curse befalling his students, an evil force causing them to behave in wicked ways. Even the combined expertise of the academy’s professors could not undo its effects once it took hold, nor stop it from spreading further. 

Benedict, his hair thinning, stood under the shelter of the stone gatehouse at the entrance to the Academy's grounds and waited for the arrival of the foreign physician. Unable to find a remedy for the curse within the kingdom, the monarchy had turned–reluctantly–to outside help. To allow an outsider within the walls where Aldem's magic was honed would have been unthinkable only a few weeks ago. But it was clear that the threat they faced now was greater than even their national rivals. Bitter memories of past conflict would have to be set aside for the public good. 

Arriving now on horseback, the only man who could be doing so at such an hour. A hood shrouded his face in shadow. Sliding off his horse, he carried with him to the gate a long staff and a leather bag slung across one shoulder. Once inside and under cover, he removed his hood to reveal a dark skinned face, younger than Benedict had expected for someone who was supposedly an expert in such matters. 

“The name’s Gabriel, from Hollash” he said, extending a hand. With some hesitation, Benedict shook it. 

“I am Benedict, the headmaster of this academy. I do appreciate that you’ve come all this way to address our implacable problem.”

“How many have been afflicted?” 

“At last count, fifteen of our students. But it seems that whoever comes into contact with them runs the risk of also falling victim to the curse.”

Thunder rumbled in the distance. Gabriel turned his head to look out at the weather before continuing. 

“Your messenger was maddeningly vague about what this curse actually entails; what can you tell me?” 

“Well, it's… It’s the sort of thing that we Aldemites aren’t entirely comfortable talking about. I understand that morality is…more flexible, shall we say, in the other realms. But here in Aldem we take modesty in such matters very seriously.”

Gabriel hid from his face any sign of taking insult, but it was all-too-common for an Aldemite to get snobbish about their precious morality. 

“I don’t know what you expect me to do about a curse you can’t describe,” he said bluntly. 

Benedict wavered for a moment before answering.

“Perhaps it would be best if I show you.” 

The academy head led his guest through the rain-soaked campus to the student dormitory, a brick building covered in ivy, explaining along the way that the subjects they’d be seeing had been quarantined together in their room for a week now. They were a pair of first year students, eighteen and nineteen years old, who prior to being cursed had shown great academic promise. Which is why Benedict was particularly saddened to see the fate that had befallen them. 

“This curse, it reduces even the brightest of minds to the basest of instincts. Our students are unrecognizable from what they were before,” he said, leading Gabriel up the stairs to the student’s residences. They stopped outside a door marked with a red Q. “I really must apologize for what you are about to see. It’s very hard to know what state they may be in at this point, but I expect it to be quite unpleasant.”

By this point, Gabriel was growing impatient with his host. It had been a long journey in dismal conditions, to aid a kingdom that was something less than an ally, and his reward so far had been the consternation of this old schoolmaster. 

Benedict now opened the door to the students’ bedroom. He and Gabriel heard the screams before they could see the curse’s victims. Peering their heads through the doorway, they saw two nude bodies intertwined in a devilish pose, each with her head between the other’s thighs, frantically, frenetically moving their lips and tongues. Benedict covered his mouth in horror. Gabriel stepped forward for a closer look.

“Professor Benedict, have you brought someone for us to play with?” Came the treacherous voice of the blonde, now prying her head up to view the physician. She grinned wickedly. 

“This man is…going to cure you! Free you from this terrible possession!” Shouted Benedict, keeping a safe distance behind Gabriel. 

“Free us? Why would we want to be free?” Asked the brunette with a wicked laugh. 

Gabriel turned back towards Benedict.

“I understand perfectly well now,” he said, trying to maintain a severe expression appropriate for the gravity of the situation. “It is truly a shame that Aldem is so…poorly equipped to deal with this affliction.”

“Will you be able to help them?” 

Gabriel smirked, and looked again at the students, who looked at him with wide, expectant eyes and mouths hanging open with tongues extended. Their faces were splashed with drool and who knows what other fluids. 

“Oh yes, I think I’ll be able to help them just fine,” he answered confidently. “Us men of Hollash are experienced in delivering where Aldemite men cannot. You said there were fifteen of them?”

Benedict nodded solemnly. 

“My, what a terrible shame,” Gabriel responded, struggling now to hide his delight. “You should close the door behind you after leaving; the cure for this can be…intense."