u/SquishyMango0666

(Hiya! If we had a prompt with this, I’d love to pick it back up)

On Wednesday evenings, the boys gathered around and played blackjack, drank beers, and sat around while they joked, until three in the morning usually. “Ace…nine. What’s your move boys?” Brent, 44, father of two, happily married and was a quarterback in college. Now he works in real estate, and his wife hasn’t put out in years, but he’s not too deprived.

“Eh..I’ll fold.” Michael is 39, and is the ‘bad boy’. It’s only because he’s the youngest and hasn’t been tied down yet. Not to mention his good looks, and his cheeky personality makes him a bit of a stud. There is one girl he’s been charming for a while now, so who knows, she might be the one.

“I’ll wait to see what Joel does.” Chris and Joel were two peas in a pod. While Joel was scrawny and only 5’2, Chris was 6’1 and close to three hundred pounds. Chris was 29 while Joel was 49, and they shared the same birthday. Both their wives were dreadful, but they were willing to tolerate it considering their proper circumstances. “Joel?…Joel?”

Joel stared off in the distance, his mouth hung open, and he was silent until, “UH! Hooo fuck that’s it baby fuck! Swallow it.. UGH!” He shook and the guys at the table laughed.

From between his legs under the table, I grinned and licked my lips. I also chuckled hearing him make a slight fool of himself. “Did I do good?” My sparkling blue eyes looked up and I waited for his validation, before I climbed out and stood up, revealing my tight lithe 21 year old body. “Who wants a beer?” I pointed to the crowd, and a few hands raised. I took note, and went to the kitchen, adjusting my outfit. It was quite usual that it was a short skirt, crop top, white stockings and white trainers. No underwear though.

“Guys, I don’t care what you think but that mouth and pussy is grade A.” Joel chuckled as he zipped himself back up.

“Dude, and she is literally next door. When I hit her up, it’s like she’s been waiting for me.” He swigged the last of his beer, before I came in the room and set down a few more for each of the guys.

“Allie? What’s that condition you have? You know, when you start acting all twitchy and freak out?” Joel asked.

I scratched my head. “There isn’t really a name for it yet. I-I essentially have a condition that requires a certain kind of stimulation or my body goes through a kind of shock. That hasn’t happened in a while though, thank goodness.” I beamed a smile.

Chris is normally so sheepish and shy, but I felt his beefy hand grab my thigh and I grinned.

“Want to take a breather? Maybe get lucky?” I smiled while the guys whistled and laughed. With blushing cheeks, Chris got up and followed me to the couch, pulling down his zipper…

\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\[Hiya! So the story doesn’t necessarily have to start or revolve around the poker night per se. The point of the story is my character, Allie, is this little town’s slut that helps the Dads and general guys get some action that they wouldn’t otherwise enjoy, while also quelling my nymphomania. All my other prompts are available too😊\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\]

Kinks: incest, cheating, Cuckqueaning, Impreg, hyperspermia, cum play, gangbangs, sleep play, prostitution, beast, fantasy

LIMITS: Please don’t poop or pee on my characters✨

(Hiya! If we had a prompt with this, I’d love to pick it back up)

On Wednesday evenings, the boys gathered around and played blackjack, drank beers, and sat around while they joked, until three in the morning usually. “Ace…nine. What’s your move boys?” Brent, 44, father of two, happily married and was a quarterback in college. Now he works in real estate, and his wife hasn’t put out in years, but he’s not too deprived.

“Eh..I’ll fold.” Michael is 39, and is the ‘bad boy’. It’s only because he’s the youngest and hasn’t been tied down yet. Not to mention his good looks, and his cheeky personality makes him a bit of a stud. There is one girl he’s been charming for a while now, so who knows, she might be the one.

“I’ll wait to see what Joel does.” Chris and Joel were two peas in a pod. While Joel was scrawny and only 5’2, Chris was 6’1 and close to three hundred pounds. Chris was 29 while Joel was 49, and they shared the same birthday. Both their wives were dreadful, but they were willing to tolerate it considering their proper circumstances. “Joel?…Joel?”

Joel stared off in the distance, his mouth hung open, and he was silent until, “UH! Hooo fuck that’s it baby fuck! Swallow it.. UGH!” He shook and the guys at the table laughed.

From between his legs under the table, I grinned and licked my lips. I also chuckled hearing him make a slight fool of himself. “Did I do good?” My sparkling blue eyes looked up and I waited for his validation, before I climbed out and stood up, revealing my tight lithe 21 year old body. “Who wants a beer?” I pointed to the crowd, and a few hands raised. I took note, and went to the kitchen, adjusting my outfit. It was quite usual that it was a short skirt, crop top, white stockings and white trainers. No underwear though.

“Guys, I don’t care what you think but that mouth and pussy is grade A.” Joel chuckled as he zipped himself back up.

“Dude, and she is literally next door. When I hit her up, it’s like she’s been waiting for me.” He swigged the last of his beer, before I came in the room and set down a few more for each of the guys.

“Allie? What’s that condition you have? You know, when you start acting all twitchy and freak out?” Joel asked.

I scratched my head. “There isn’t really a name for it yet. I-I essentially have a condition that requires a certain kind of stimulation or my body goes through a kind of shock. That hasn’t happened in a while though, thank goodness.” I beamed a smile.

Chris is normally so sheepish and shy, but I felt his beefy hand grab my thigh and I grinned.

“Want to take a breather? Maybe get lucky?” I smiled while the guys whistled and laughed. With blushing cheeks, Chris got up and followed me to the couch, pulling down his zipper…

\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\[Hiya! So the story doesn’t necessarily have to start or revolve around the poker night per se. The point of the story is my character, Allie, is this little town’s slut that helps the Dads and general guys get some action that they wouldn’t otherwise enjoy, while also quelling my nymphomania. All my other prompts are available too😊\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\]

Kinks: incest, cheating, Cuckqueaning, Impreg, hyperspermia, cum play, gangbangs, sleep play, prostitution, beast, fantasy

LIMITS: Please don’t poop or pee on my characters✨

Looking at the board, it seems like that there aren't many comings and goings. At least, in the 'Green' realm. Venturing further meant much more trouble than it was worth. The risk was worth the gain, but to save a damsel in distress when there was a ninety percent chance of ending up in an orc camp was a bit much of a gamble.

"Nice ass." Some passing human whistled while his buddy jeered. I shrugged it off and continued scanning what could be of some consequence...Maybe the slime job at the lake?

"Anything good Pina?" Harla, a human friend I've known since training emerged from the tavern with Grotto. Both had tried finding any sort of word that work cold be done, but it seems that they were both fruitless as well.

"Maybe something east, but it's a slime job. I don't know though. The sheet is all..sticky.." I touched the parchment and wagged my hand.

Grotto swaggered over and stared at the board. His crinkly neck folded as he looked up, and his noose lifted from its crooked state. "Mmmm. Might be good job." It should be worth mentioning that if it weren't for Grotto, we'd been worse than dead.

As mentioned before, the far reaches of the forest are best avoided. An evil lurks that are beyond what could be handled at our experience. Not that we aren't experienced, but with my novice magic, I couldn't unhinge the hexes that could snare us. In time sure, and the lionheart that was within the noble blood that flowed in Harla could be saving grace. It wasn't worth the risk though.

Grotto stroked his long chin with his claw and nodded. "We shall. Eh?" His limbs held out in an inviting call to arms. He was charismatic, and he was charismatic. He was small as well, with a great deal of stupidity. Well..Not exactly small..especially behind the loincloth..GOd we should really invest him in some pants.

The stigma with goblins was heavy with anyone that understood where they came from. Nefarious, greedy, horny, excitable, and yet lonely. Hideous and an outcast without a clan, there was pity on our end. We invested in his knowledge of the land and experience, but it feels like he may be one of us.

Harla and I sighed. It was a days journey. It might give us enough gold for a styay at an inn. "Okay...Lead the way."

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{Heya! So, my idea is that this dumb, yet charismatic little gremlin begins to woo the various party members that he experiences and we encounter. Things no doubt will go pretty far into the realm of harem building, but I don't mind playing all of the female characters. Let me know what you think!}

Kinks: Harem building, Lying, Cuckqueaning, Breeding, Groups sex, Monsters, Feral, Tentacles, Corruption, Incest, Ugly/Beautiful dynamic, Beast, Implied scenes, and MORE

Limits: Please no toilet or blood or unnecessary violence

(Hiya! If we had a prompt with this, I’d love to pick it back up)

On Wednesday evenings, the boys gathered around and played blackjack, drank beers, and sat around while they joked, until three in the morning usually. “Ace…nine. What’s your move boys?” Brent, 44, father of two, happily married and was a quarterback in college. Now he works in real estate, and his wife hasn’t put out in years, but he’s not too deprived.

“Eh..I’ll fold.” Michael is 39, and is the ‘bad boy’. It’s only because he’s the youngest and hasn’t been tied down yet. Not to mention his good looks, and his cheeky personality makes him a bit of a stud. There is one girl he’s been charming for a while now, so who knows, she might be the one.

“I’ll wait to see what Joel does.” Chris and Joel were two peas in a pod. While Joel was scrawny and only 5’2, Chris was 6’1 and close to three hundred pounds. Chris was 29 while Joel was 49, and they shared the same birthday. Both their wives were dreadful, but they were willing to tolerate it considering their proper circumstances. “Joel?…Joel?”

Joel stared off in the distance, his mouth hung open, and he was silent until, “UH! Hooo fuck that’s it baby fuck! Swallow it.. UGH!” He shook and the guys at the table laughed.

From between his legs under the table, I grinned and licked my lips. I also chuckled hearing him make a slight fool of himself. “Did I do good?” My sparkling blue eyes looked up and I waited for his validation, before I climbed out and stood up, revealing my tight lithe 21 year old body. “Who wants a beer?” I pointed to the crowd, and a few hands raised. I took note, and went to the kitchen, adjusting my outfit. It was quite usual that it was a short skirt, crop top, white stockings and white trainers. No underwear though.

“Guys, I don’t care what you think but that mouth and pussy is grade A.” Joel chuckled as he zipped himself back up.

“Dude, and she is literally next door. When I hit her up, it’s like she’s been waiting for me.” He swigged the last of his beer, before I came in the room and set down a few more for each of the guys.

“Allie? What’s that condition you have? You know, when you start acting all twitchy and freak out?” Joel asked.

I scratched my head. “There isn’t really a name for it yet. I-I essentially have a condition that requires a certain kind of stimulation or my body goes through a kind of shock. That hasn’t happened in a while though, thank goodness.” I beamed a smile.

Chris is normally so sheepish and shy, but I felt his beefy hand grab my thigh and I grinned.

“Want to take a breather? Maybe get lucky?” I smiled while the guys whistled and laughed. With blushing cheeks, Chris got up and followed me to the couch, pulling down his zipper…

\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\[Hiya! So the story doesn’t necessarily have to start or revolve around the poker night per se. The point of the story is my character, Allie, is this little town’s slut that helps the Dads and general guys get some action that they wouldn’t otherwise enjoy, while also quelling my nymphomania. All my other prompts are available too😊\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\]

Kinks: incest, cheating, Cuckqueaning, Impreg, hyperspermia, cum play, gangbangs, sleep play, prostitution, beast, fantasy

LIMITS: Please don’t poop or pee on my characters

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(Hiya! If we had a prompt with this, I’d love to pick it back up)

On Wednesday evenings, the boys gathered around and played blackjack, drank beers, and sat around while they joked, until three in the morning usually. “Ace…nine. What’s your move boys?” Brent, 44, father of two, happily married and was a quarterback in college. Now he works in real estate, and his wife hasn’t put out in years, but he’s not too deprived.

“Eh..I’ll fold.” Michael is 39, and is the ‘bad boy’. It’s only because he’s the youngest and hasn’t been tied down yet. Not to mention his good looks, and his cheeky personality makes him a bit of a stud. There is one girl he’s been charming for a while now, so who knows, she might be the one.

“I’ll wait to see what Joel does.” Chris and Joel were two peas in a pod. While Joel was scrawny and only 5’2, Chris was 6’1 and close to three hundred pounds. Chris was 29 while Joel was 49, and they shared the same birthday. Both their wives were dreadful, but they were willing to tolerate it considering their proper circumstances. “Joel?…Joel?”

Joel stared off in the distance, his mouth hung open, and he was silent until, “UH! Hooo fuck that’s it baby fuck! Swallow it.. UGH!” He shook and the guys at the table laughed.

From between his legs under the table, I grinned and licked my lips. I also chuckled hearing him make a slight fool of himself. “Did I do good?” My sparkling blue eyes looked up and I waited for his validation, before I climbed out and stood up, revealing my tight lithe 21 year old body. “Who wants a beer?” I pointed to the crowd, and a few hands raised. I took note, and went to the kitchen, adjusting my outfit. It was quite usual that it was a short skirt, crop top, white stockings and white trainers. No underwear though.

“Guys, I don’t care what you think but that mouth and pussy is grade A.” Joel chuckled as he zipped himself back up.

“Dude, and she is literally next door. When I hit her up, it’s like she’s been waiting for me.” He swigged the last of his beer, before I came in the room and set down a few more for each of the guys.

“Allie? What’s that condition you have? You know, when you start acting all twitchy and freak out?” Joel asked.

I scratched my head. “There isn’t really a name for it yet. I-I essentially have a condition that requires a certain kind of stimulation or my body goes through a kind of shock. That hasn’t happened in a while though, thank goodness.” I beamed a smile.

Chris is normally so sheepish and shy, but I felt his beefy hand grab my thigh and I grinned.

“Want to take a breather? Maybe get lucky?” I smiled while the guys whistled and laughed. With blushing cheeks, Chris got up and followed me to the couch, pulling down his zipper…

\\\\\\\[Hiya! So the story doesn’t necessarily have to start or revolve around the poker night per se. The point of the story is my character, Allie, is this little town’s slut that helps the Dads and general guys get some action that they wouldn’t otherwise enjoy, while also quelling my nymphomania. All my other prompts are available too😊\\\\\\\]

Kinks: incest, cheating, Cuckqueaning, Impreg, hyperspermia, cum play, gangbangs, sleep play, prostitution, beast, fantasy, and MORE

LIMITS: Please don’t poop or pee on my characters

(Hiya! If we had a prompt with this, I’d love to pick it back up)

On Wednesday evenings, the boys gathered around and played blackjack, drank beers, and sat around while they joked, until three in the morning usually. “Ace…nine. What’s your move boys?” Brent, 44, father of two, happily married and was a quarterback in college. Now he works in real estate, and his wife hasn’t put out in years, but he’s not too deprived.

“Eh..I’ll fold.” Michael is 39, and is the ‘bad boy’. It’s only because he’s the youngest and hasn’t been tied down yet. Not to mention his good looks, and his cheeky personality makes him a bit of a stud. There is one girl he’s been charming for a while now, so who knows, she might be the one.

“I’ll wait to see what Joel does.” Chris and Joel were two peas in a pod. While Joel was scrawny and only 5’2, Chris was 6’1 and close to three hundred pounds. Chris was 29 while Joel was 49, and they shared the same birthday. Both their wives were dreadful, but they were willing to tolerate it considering their proper circumstances. “Joel?…Joel?”

Joel stared off in the distance, his mouth hung open, and he was silent until, “UH! Hooo fuck that’s it baby fuck! Swallow it.. UGH!” He shook and the guys at the table laughed.

From between his legs under the table, I grinned and licked my lips. I also chuckled hearing him make a slight fool of himself. “Did I do good?” My sparkling blue eyes looked up and I waited for his validation, before I climbed out and stood up, revealing my tight lithe 21 year old body. “Who wants a beer?” I pointed to the crowd, and a few hands raised. I took note, and went to the kitchen, adjusting my outfit. It was quite usual that it was a short skirt, crop top, white stockings and white trainers. No underwear though.

“Guys, I don’t care what you think but that mouth and pussy is grade A.” Joel chuckled as he zipped himself back up.

“Dude, and she is literally next door. When I hit her up, it’s like she’s been waiting for me.” He swigged the last of his beer, before I came in the room and set down a few more for each of the guys.

“Allie? What’s that condition you have? You know, when you start acting all twitchy and freak out?” Joel asked.

I scratched my head. “There isn’t really a name for it yet. I-I essentially have a condition that requires a certain kind of stimulation or my body goes through a kind of shock. That hasn’t happened in a while though, thank goodness.” I beamed a smile.

Chris is normally so sheepish and shy, but I felt his beefy hand grab my thigh and I grinned.

“Want to take a breather? Maybe get lucky?” I smiled while the guys whistled and laughed. With blushing cheeks, Chris got up and followed me to the couch, pulling down his zipper…

\\\[Hiya! So the story doesn’t necessarily have to start or revolve around the poker night per se. The point of the story is my character, Allie, is this little town’s slut that helps the Dads and general guys get some action that they wouldn’t otherwise enjoy, while also quelling my nymphomania. All my other prompts are available too😊\\\]

Kinks: incest, cheating, Cuckqueaning, Impreg, hyperspermia, cum play, gangbangs, sleep play, prostitution, beast, fantasy, and MORE

LIMITS: Please don’t poop or pee on my characters

(Hiya! If we had a prompt with this, I’d love to pick it back up)

On Wednesday evenings, the boys gathered around and played blackjack, drank beers, and sat around while they joked, until three in the morning usually. “Ace…nine. What’s your move boys?” Brent, 44, father of two, happily married and was a quarterback in college. Now he works in real estate, and his wife hasn’t put out in years, but he’s not too deprived.

“Eh..I’ll fold.” Michael is 39, and is the ‘bad boy’. It’s only because he’s the youngest and hasn’t been tied down yet. Not to mention his good looks, and his cheeky personality makes him a bit of a stud. There is one girl he’s been charming for a while now, so who knows, she might be the one.

“I’ll wait to see what Joel does.” Chris and Joel were two peas in a pod. While Joel was scrawny and only 5’2, Chris was 6’1 and close to three hundred pounds. Chris was 29 while Joel was 49, and they shared the same birthday. Both their wives were dreadful, but they were willing to tolerate it considering their proper circumstances. “Joel?…Joel?”

Joel stared off in the distance, his mouth hung open, and he was silent until, “UH! Hooo fuck that’s it baby fuck! Swallow it.. UGH!” He shook and the guys at the table laughed.

From between his legs under the table, I grinned and licked my lips. I also chuckled hearing him make a slight fool of himself. “Did I do good?” My sparkling blue eyes looked up and I waited for his validation, before I climbed out and stood up, revealing my tight lithe 21 year old body. “Who wants a beer?” I pointed to the crowd, and a few hands raised. I took note, and went to the kitchen, adjusting my outfit. It was quite usual that it was a short skirt, crop top, white stockings and white trainers. No underwear though.

“Guys, I don’t care what you think but that mouth and pussy is grade A.” Joel chuckled as he zipped himself back up.

“Dude, and she is literally next door. When I hit her up, it’s like she’s been waiting for me.” He swigged the last of his beer, before I came in the room and set down a few more for each of the guys.

“Allie? What’s that condition you have? You know, when you start acting all twitchy and freak out?” Joel asked.

I scratched my head. “There isn’t really a name for it yet. I-I essentially have a condition that requires a certain kind of stimulation or my body goes through a kind of shock. That hasn’t happened in a while though, thank goodness.” I beamed a smile.

Chris is normally so sheepish and shy, but I felt his beefy hand grab my thigh and I grinned.

“Want to take a breather? Maybe get lucky?” I smiled while the guys whistled and laughed. With blushing cheeks, Chris got up and followed me to the couch, pulling down his zipper…

\\\[Hiya! So the story doesn’t necessarily have to start or revolve around the poker night per se. The point of the story is my character, Allie, is this little town’s slut that helps the Dads and general guys get some action that they wouldn’t otherwise enjoy, while also quelling my nymphomania. All my other prompts are available too😊\\\]

Kinks: incest, cheating, Cuckqueaning, Impreg, hyperspermia, cum play, gangbangs, sleep play, prostitution, beast, fantasy, and MORE

LIMITS: Please don’t poop or pee on my characters

(Hiya! If we had a prompt with this, I’d love to pick it back up)

On Wednesday evenings, the boys gathered around and played blackjack, drank beers, and sat around while they joked, until three in the morning usually. “Ace…nine. What’s your move boys?” Brent, 44, father of two, happily married and was a quarterback in college. Now he works in real estate, and his wife hasn’t put out in years, but he’s not too deprived.

“Eh..I’ll fold.” Michael is 39, and is the ‘bad boy’. It’s only because he’s the youngest and hasn’t been tied down yet. Not to mention his good looks, and his cheeky personality makes him a bit of a stud. There is one girl he’s been charming for a while now, so who knows, she might be the one.

“I’ll wait to see what Joel does.” Chris and Joel were two peas in a pod. While Joel was scrawny and only 5’2, Chris was 6’1 and close to three hundred pounds. Chris was 29 while Joel was 49, and they shared the same birthday. Both their wives were dreadful, but they were willing to tolerate it considering their proper circumstances. “Joel?…Joel?”

Joel stared off in the distance, his mouth hung open, and he was silent until, “UH! Hooo fuck that’s it baby fuck! Swallow it.. UGH!” He shook and the guys at the table laughed.

From between his legs under the table, I grinned and licked my lips. I also chuckled hearing him make a slight fool of himself. “Did I do good?” My sparkling blue eyes looked up and I waited for his validation, before I climbed out and stood up, revealing my tight lithe 21 year old body. “Who wants a beer?” I pointed to the crowd, and a few hands raised. I took note, and went to the kitchen, adjusting my outfit. It was quite usual that it was a short skirt, crop top, white stockings and white trainers. No underwear though.

“Guys, I don’t care what you think but that mouth and pussy is grade A.” Joel chuckled as he zipped himself back up.

“Dude, and she is literally next door. When I hit her up, it’s like she’s been waiting for me.” He swigged the last of his beer, before I came in the room and set down a few more for each of the guys.

“Allie? What’s that condition you have? You know, when you start acting all twitchy and freak out?” Joel asked.

I scratched my head. “There isn’t really a name for it yet. I-I essentially have a condition that requires a certain kind of stimulation or my body goes through a kind of shock. That hasn’t happened in a while though, thank goodness.” I beamed a smile.

Chris is normally so sheepish and shy, but I felt his beefy hand grab my thigh and I grinned.

“Want to take a breather? Maybe get lucky?” I smiled while the guys whistled and laughed. With blushing cheeks, Chris got up and followed me to the couch, pulling down his zipper…

\\\[Hiya! So the story doesn’t necessarily have to start or revolve around the poker night per se. The point of the story is my character, Allie, is this little town’s slut that helps the Dads and general guys get some action that they wouldn’t otherwise enjoy, while also quelling my nymphomania. All my other prompts are available too😊\\\]

Kinks: incest, cheating, Cuckqueaning, Impreg, hyperspermia, cum play, gangbangs, sleep play, prostitution, beast, fantasy, and MORE

LIMITS: Please don’t poop or pee on my characters

(Hiya! If we had a prompt with this, I’d love to pick it back up)

On Wednesday evenings, the boys gathered around and played blackjack, drank beers, and sat around while they joked, until three in the morning usually. “Ace…nine. What’s your move boys?” Brent, 44, father of two, happily married and was a quarterback in college. Now he works in real estate, and his wife hasn’t put out in years, but he’s not too deprived.

“Eh..I’ll fold.” Michael is 39, and is the ‘bad boy’. It’s only because he’s the youngest and hasn’t been tied down yet. Not to mention his good looks, and his cheeky personality makes him a bit of a stud. There is one girl he’s been charming for a while now, so who knows, she might be the one.

“I’ll wait to see what Joel does.” Chris and Joel were two peas in a pod. While Joel was scrawny and only 5’2, Chris was 6’1 and close to three hundred pounds. Chris was 29 while Joel was 49, and they shared the same birthday. Both their wives were dreadful, but they were willing to tolerate it considering their proper circumstances. “Joel?…Joel?”

Joel stared off in the distance, his mouth hung open, and he was silent until, “UH! Hooo fuck that’s it baby fuck! Swallow it.. UGH!” He shook and the guys at the table laughed.

From between his legs under the table, I grinned and licked my lips. I also chuckled hearing him make a slight fool of himself. “Did I do good?” My sparkling blue eyes looked up and I waited for his validation, before I climbed out and stood up, revealing my tight lithe 21 year old body. “Who wants a beer?” I pointed to the crowd, and a few hands raised. I took note, and went to the kitchen, adjusting my outfit. It was quite usual that it was a short skirt, crop top, white stockings and white trainers. No underwear though.

“Guys, I don’t care what you think but that mouth and pussy is grade A.” Joel chuckled as he zipped himself back up.

“Dude, and she is literally next door. When I hit her up, it’s like she’s been waiting for me.” He swigged the last of his beer, before I came in the room and set down a few more for each of the guys.

“Allie? What’s that condition you have? You know, when you start acting all twitchy and freak out?” Joel asked.

I scratched my head. “There isn’t really a name for it yet. I-I essentially have a condition that requires a certain kind of stimulation or my body goes through a kind of shock. That hasn’t happened in a while though, thank goodness.” I beamed a smile.

Chris is normally so sheepish and shy, but I felt his beefy hand grab my thigh and I grinned.

“Want to take a breather? Maybe get lucky?” I smiled while the guys whistled and laughed. With blushing cheeks, Chris got up and followed me to the couch, pulling down his zipper…

\[Hiya! So the story doesn’t necessarily have to start or revolve around the poker night per se. The point of the story is my character, Allie, is this little town’s slut that helps the Dads and general guys get some action that they wouldn’t otherwise enjoy, while also quelling my nymphomania. All my other prompts are available too😊\]

Kinks: incest, cheating, Cuckqueaning, Impreg, hyperspermia, cum play, gangbangs, sleep play, prostitution, beast, fantasy, and MORE

LIMITS: Please don’t poop or pee on my characters