u/Unusual_Ad8423

The economy didn't just tank—it face-planted into concrete. Everyone's scrambling, everyone's desperate, and the lines people cross to keep a roof overhead have gotten blurry as fuck.

Some old bastard Lawrence somehow stayed above it all. He found the sweetheart deal of the century. Four tenants, one ironclad "freeuse" clause in the lease: he gets keys, he gets access, he gets \*whatever\* he wants, whenever he wants it. Dirt-cheap rent in exchange for being communal property. Perfect arrangement—except Lawrence is pushing seventy with a bum heart, shaky hands, and the stamina of a sedated sloth. Although he collects the win on paper, he's never once cashed the check.

Then quarantine hits again. Hard.

Suddenly the girls are bleeding money, desperate enough to take on a fifth roommate. Enter you—someone Lawrence knows from way back (family? old friends? It’s up to you). You cut a side deal with the old man: \*you\* move in, \*you\* inherit the clause.

Only Lawrence forgot to mention the transfer of power to his tenants. Or maybe you asked him not to. Either way, four women are about to discover their "retired" arrangement has a new, \*very\* active beneficiary—and you're not some harmless old man with paperwork boners.

You're here. You're hungry. And you have months of isolation ahead with nowhere for them to run.

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\*\*𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒\*\*

➤ \*\*MIA\*\* (20) — The Medical Student  
Mixture of exhaustion and contempt, permanent resting bitch face. Half-Black, half-white, slicked-back dark hair, unfairly snatched waist with an ass that defies gravity despite her rigorous schedule from working out regularly. She treats the arrangement like an invasive surgery she didn't consent to but can't afford to stop.

➤ \*\*HAZEL\*\* (21) — The Bitter Ex  
Short, Latina, compact body with a sharp mouth and sharper memory of every fucked-up thing you did to her. Currently dating some poor bastard who's already checked out emotionally, leaving her sexually starving and criminally frustrated. The obsession never stopped—she just redirected it into hatred. Watch her try to freeze you out while her thighs press together under the kitchen table. The resentment makes it taste better.

➤ \*\*AMY\*\* (22) — The Brat  
Petite Japanese, aggressively feminine aesthetic, tits that draw every male eye in a three-block radius—and she \*hates\* it because she's "strictly into women.” Spitfire temper, zero filter, will verbally eviscerate you mid-act while her body betrays her. Currently suffering through celibacy with Casey and absolutely \*starving\* for attention she won't admit she wants.

➤ \*\*CASEY\*\* (24) — The Quiet One  
Tall, thick, soft in all the places that matter. Unfailingly gentle until she's not. White, curvy, endless smooth thighs. Amy's devoted girlfriend but privately, achingly nostalgic for being \*filled\* properly. The weeks drag by and she's running out of reasons to say no to something that shouldn't even be an option. 

\*Want to axe someone? Add someone? Remix the dynamics? Lawrence himself as a complication? Let's workshop it! Nothing here's set in stone except the premise.
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\*\*𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄: "𝐊𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒"\*\*

The announcement comes on a Tuesday, delivered with casual cruelty over breakfast you didn't pay for.

"Lawrence signed the lease over to me," you say, spreading peanut butter on toast while four women stare from various corners of the cramped kitchen. "He's moving to his sister's in Arizona. High desert, dry air, good for his lungs."

Mia doesn't look up from her laptop. "Cool. Rent's due Friday. His PayPal still work or do we—"

"Same arrangement," you interrupt. "Keys stay with me. Access stays... \*flexible.\*"

The silence stretches. Hazel's coffee cup freezes halfway to her lips.

Amy laughs first—sharp, ugly, disbelieving. "That's not—he never—we haven't even \*seen\* that old man in—"

"Clause seven-C," you recite, not bothering to look up. ""Tenant agrees to grant landlord and designated successors reasonable access to premises and person for the duration of occupancy." It's ironclad. I checked with his lawyer."

Casey's the one who gets it first. The way her shoulders tense, the subtle shift in her posture. She's been here longest. She knows what they signed.

"You can't be serious," Mia says. Flat. Exhausted already. "I have an exam in four hours. I don't have time for—"

"Then don't make it take long."

You don't raise your voice. Don't threaten. Just state fact while Hazel's knuckles go white around her mug, while Amy's mouth opens and closes like she can't decide which insult to launch first, while Casey's eyes drop to your hands, to your lap, then violently away.

"Shower's free," you note, standing, crumbs dusted from your fingers. "Living room in twenty. Or I can collect room by room. Dealer's choice."

The door closes behind you. Four women remain in the wreckage of their breakfast, surrounded by the debris of a bargain they thought was theoretical.

One of them—quiet, desperate, traitorous—doesn't move toward her bedroom.

She reaches for her coffee instead. Stays put. Waits.

\---

\*\*𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒 & 𝐋𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐒\*\*

\*\*→ Into:\*\* Freeuse dynamics (obviously), group scenarios, power imbalances, breeding/pregnancy risk, degradation, size difference, age gaps, watersports (receiving), public/semi-public, corruption, humiliation.

\*\*→ Hard No:\*\* Snuff, vore, beast, extreme physical abuse, scat. 

Becca was always a sweet girl. You met her on a date night with your wife—a last ditch attempt to revive your sex life—where she was your server. Her amicable nature and knowledge of “old people music” as she put it wowed you both, and you became regulars of hers very quickly.

You learned that she occupied the house across the street from yours coincidentally!

You learned that she was getting ready for university with dreams of traveling the country for college.

You found out that she lived without her parents in paid for most things herself.

You found out that she had a handful of younger siblings staying with her, all living off the money she somehow managed to make off of three jobs in addition to being in her senior year of highschool.

Your heart went out to the poor girl, and in an act of good will or perhaps even pity you offered her a job.

Cleaning your home.

Somehow she did it. And she did it well.

Your poorly misbehaved kids adored her and got better and better after each visit. They did chores they complained about before while trying to help her out, became more grateful, and even started throwing less fits. It wasn’t even her job and they seemed to adore her!

She was a god send, fixing your kids, up keeping your home, and hopefully your marriage.

Your bedroom had been dead for ages. Your youngest was technically an accident from an evening when you were both drunk and woke up to a positive test a few weeks later.

The numerous date nights and evenings alone you had now were awkward and were eventually spent apart. Leaving you alone and frustrated.

Sweet Becca was always waiting for you at your home. She was a bit homely with braces and a round face, a flat figure and ratty hair from wrangling her siblings all day. Still, what did it matter? She did her job well and you were sort of friends

Then, like that, summer came and went and she was gone.

Your last time seeing her was at her graduation party where your generous gift of a few thousand dollars earned you a tearful hug and sobs of gratitude.

You hadn’t felt that warm in decades.

A part of you ached with her absence—something sentimental and another part carnal.

You called her periodically, getting brief updates about school and her studies in economics.

As winter break approached she asked if you needed any help with the house and you made up a flimsy lie about a work party with your wife.

You weren’t going to invite her, originally, but now you got to see Becca.

Rather than the humble girl you were expecting a stranger knocked on hour door. Her dark locks were longer now to her shoulder, curled and dyed a deep ruby red. Thick glasses had been swapped out for contacts showing off dark eyes she’d learned to accentuate with makeup. Her young face and smile stayed but her body did not, shifting into full breasts and a soft stomach somehow outdone by a bubble butt and full thighs.

“Hey, mister!” She greeted with the title turned nickname, throwing her arms around you in a tight hug. “Nice to see you!”

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Hello and thank you for reading so far! This prompt follows your broken marriage and your inappropriate relationship with your maid. While this is your first interaction having a long term affair or shifting the dynamic is totally on your table and I’d love to hear your thoughts .

More succinctly, Becca is a 18 year old college freshman studying Economics. She is 5’0 with soft curves and a round face. She dresses more old money dressing up sweaters and skirts she finds from thrift stores.

As far as kinks go I’ll include my favorites below! If something isn’t listed assume I’m into it as long as it isn’t a limit.

Kinks: breeding, pregnancy, cheating, water sports, corruption, semi public, sneaky sex, rough sex, marathon sex, aphrodisiacs, water sports, and marking

Limits: musk, feet, vore, animals and scat

I hope you have a wonderful day and I look forward to hearing from you!

Becca was always a sweet girl. You met her on a date night with your wife—a last ditch attempt to revive your sex life—where she was your server. Her amicable nature and knowledge of “old people music” as she put it wowed you both, and you became regulars of hers very quickly.

You learned that she was a senior in high school with dreams of traveling the country for college.

You found out that she lived without her parents in a small apartment she paid for herself.

You found out that she had a handful of younger siblings staying with her, all living off the money she somehow managed to make off of three jobs in addition to being in her senior year of highschool.

Your heart went out to the poor girl, and in an act of good will or perhaps even pity you offered her a job.

Nannying

It was simple enough. Her siblings were able to to be left alone meaning she would watch your brats instead before and after school each day.

Somehow she did it. And she did it well.

Your poorly misbehaved kids got better and better after each week. They did chores they complained about before, became more grateful, and even started throwing less fits.

She was a god send, fixing your kids and hopefully your marriage.

Your bedroom had been dead for ages. Your youngest was technically an accident from an evening when you and your wife were both drunk and woke up to a positive test a few months later.

The numerous date nights and evenings alone you had now were awkward and were eventually spent apart. Leaving you alone and frustrated.

Sweet Becca was always waiting for you at your home. She was a bit homely with braces and a round face, a flat figure and ratty hair from wrangling kids all day. Still, what did it matter? She did her job well and you were sort of friends

Then, like that, summer came and went and she was gone.

Your last time seeing her was at her graduation party where your generous gift of a few thousand dollars earned you a tearful hug and sobs of gratitude.

You hadn’t felt that warm in decades.

A part of you ached with her absence—something sentimental and another part carnal.

You called her periodically, getting brief updates about school and her studies in economics.

As winter break approached she asked if you needed any help with the kids and you made up a flimsy lie about a work party with your wife.

You weren’t going to invite her, originally, but now you got to see Becca.

Rather than the humble girl you were expecting a stranger knocked on hour door. Her dark locks were longer now to her shoulder, curled and dyed a deep ruby red. Thick glasses had been swapped out for contacts showing off dark eyes she’d learned to accentuate with makeup. Her young face and smile stayed but her body did not, shifting into full breasts and a soft stomach somehow outdone by a bubble butt and full thighs.

“Hey, mister!” She greeted with the title turned nickname, throwing her arms around you in a tight hug. “Nice to see you!”

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Hello and thank you for reading so far! This prompt follows your broken marriage and your inappropriate relationship with your nanny. While this is your first interaction having a long term affair or shifting the dynamic is totally on your table and I’d love to hear your thoughts .

More succinctly, Becca is a 18 year old college freshman studying Economics. She is 5’0 with soft curves and a round face. She dresses more old money dressing up sweaters and skirts she finds from thrift stores.

As far as kinks go I’ll include my favorites below! If something isn’t listed assume I’m into it as long as it isn’t a limit.

Kinks: breeding, pregnancy, cheating, water sports, corruption, semi public, sneaky sex, rough sex, marathon sex, aphrodisiacs, water sports, and marking

Limits: musk, feet, vore, animals and scat

I hope you have a wonderful day and I look forward to hearing from you!

Evie was a star studded prospective hire—with internships galore, glowing reviews from the dean of her Ivy League, and stuffy clothes she was a shoe-in. The most convincing part of her resume, however, lay buried in the short introductory blurb most employers skimmed over, a sinister detail she was legally required to include.

“Proud member of the F.U.S.C”

The Free University Sans-Consent, or “fucks”, was a highly controversial government program that worked with students and corporations to eliminate debt while increasing the employment rate. It functioned such that students of academic esteem could for go paying for college by enlisting a company they promised to work at after school. This debt, however, would be paid off physically, not financially; participants of fucks would become free-use for any and all workers within the same company in an attempt to raise the birth rate and up employee morale.

In her time of need, Evie had signed up without really thinking. Unfortunately for her although she had dropped out her first semester she still owed four years of expenses. So at freshly 18 she was plucked from her comfortable campus and shoved into the hell of corporate America.

With a round face and an ass that couldn’t fit into any sensible slacks, Evie found herself out of her element floundering around the front of the mountainous office building. Holding a coffee in one hand she took quick, uneven steps on unfamiliar heels while hobbling in a mini skirt from the sidewalk towards the elevator.

Perhaps it was her bra pressing into the thin white button up or her lace trimmed thigh highs but Evie felt woefully unprepared. As the elevator went up her stomach dropped as the realization that she would be devoured alive .

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Thank you for reading so far! I wanted to leave it a bit open for interpretation as far as what happens and how our characters feel!

You can play a boss, a janitor, anyone
as they work within the company’s ranks

I’m open to all kinks besides my limits, don’t be afraid to ask! Here are negotiable things I’m looking to include:

Kinks: Age difference, threesomes, foursomes, sneaky sex, public sex, free use, sexual tension, teasing, breeding, marathon sex, power dynamics, anal

The only things I WONT include are:

Limits: Feet, animals, vore, snuff, and armpits.

Evie was a star studded prospective hire—with internships galore, glowing reviews from the dean of her Ivy League, and stuffy clothes she was a shoe-in. The most convincing part of her resume, however, lay buried in the short introductory blurb most employers skimmed over, a sinister detail she was legally required to include.

“Proud member of the F.U.S.C”

The Free University Sans-Consent, or “fucks”, was a highly controversial government program that worked with students and corporations to eliminate debt while increasing the employment rate. It functioned such that students of academic esteem could for go paying for college by enlisting a company they promised to work at after school. This debt, however, would be paid off physically, not financially; participants of fucks would become free-use for any and all workers within the same company in an attempt to raise the birth rate and up employee morale.

In her time of need, Evie had signed up without really thinking. Unfortunately for her although she had dropped out her first semester she still owed four years of expenses. So at freshly 18 she was plucked from her comfortable campus and shoved into the hell of corporate America.

With a round face and an ass that couldn’t fit into any sensible slacks, Evie found herself out of her element floundering around the front of the mountainous office building. Holding a coffee in one hand she took quick, uneven steps on unfamiliar heels while hobbling in a mini skirt from the sidewalk towards the elevator.

Perhaps it was her bra pressing into the thin white button up or her lace trimmed thigh highs but Evie felt woefully unprepared. As the elevator went up her stomach dropped as the realization that she would be devoured alive .

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Thank you for reading so far! I wanted to leave it a bit open for interpretation as far as what happens and how our characters feel!

You can play a boss, a janitor, anyone
as they work within the company’s ranks

I’m open to all kinks besides my limits, don’t be afraid to ask! Here are negotiable things I’m looking to include:

Kinks: Age difference, threesomes, foursomes, sneaky sex, public sex, free use, sexual tension, teasing, breeding, marathon sex, power dynamics, anal

The only things I WONT include are:

Limits: Feet, animals, vore, snuff, and armpits.

The economy didn't just tank—it face-planted into concrete. Everyone's scrambling, everyone's desperate, and the lines people cross to keep a roof overhead have gotten blurry as fuck.

Some old bastard Lawrence somehow stayed above it all. He found the sweetheart deal of the century. Four tenants, one ironclad "freeuse" clause in the lease: he gets keys, he gets access, he gets *whatever* he wants, whenever he wants it. Dirt-cheap rent in exchange for being communal property. Perfect arrangement—except Lawrence is pushing seventy with a bum heart, shaky hands, and the stamina of a sedated sloth. Although he collects the win on paper, he's never once cashed the check.

Then quarantine hits again. Hard.

Suddenly the girls are bleeding money, desperate enough to take on a fifth roommate. Enter you—someone Lawrence knows from way back (family? old friends? It’s up to you). You cut a side deal with the old man: *you* move in, *you* inherit the clause.

Only Lawrence forgot to mention the transfer of power to his tenants. Or maybe you asked him not to. Either way, four women are about to discover their "retired" arrangement has a new, *very* active beneficiary—and you're not some harmless old man with paperwork boners.

You're here. You're hungry. And you have months of isolation ahead with nowhere for them to run.

---

**𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒**

➤ **MIA** (20) — The Medical Student  
Mixture of exhaustion and contempt, permanent resting bitch face. Half-Black, half-white, slicked-back dark hair, unfairly snatched waist with an ass that defies gravity despite her rigorous schedule from working out regularly. She treats the arrangement like an invasive surgery she didn't consent to but can't afford to stop.

➤ **HAZEL** (21) — The Bitter Ex  
Short, Latina, compact body with a sharp mouth and sharper memory of every fucked-up thing you did to her. Currently dating some poor bastard who's already checked out emotionally, leaving her sexually starving and criminally frustrated. The obsession never stopped—she just redirected it into hatred. Watch her try to freeze you out while her thighs press together under the kitchen table. The resentment makes it taste better.

➤ **AMY** (22) — The Brat  
Petite Japanese, aggressively feminine aesthetic, tits that draw every male eye in a three-block radius—and she *hates* it because she's "strictly into women.” Spitfire temper, zero filter, will verbally eviscerate you mid-act while her body betrays her. Currently suffering through celibacy with Casey and absolutely *starving* for attention she won't admit she wants.

➤ **CASEY** (24) — The Quiet One  
Tall, thick, soft in all the places that matter. Unfailingly gentle until she's not. White, curvy, endless smooth thighs. Amy's devoted girlfriend but privately, achingly nostalgic for being *filled* properly. The weeks drag by and she's running out of reasons to say no to something that shouldn't even be an option. 

*Want to axe someone? Add someone? Remix the dynamics? Lawrence himself as a complication? Let's workshop it! Nothing here's set in stone except the premise.
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**𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄: "𝐊𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒"**

The announcement comes on a Tuesday, delivered with casual cruelty over breakfast you didn't pay for.

"Lawrence signed the lease over to me," you say, spreading peanut butter on toast while four women stare from various corners of the cramped kitchen. "He's moving to his sister's in Arizona. High desert, dry air, good for his lungs."

Mia doesn't look up from her laptop. "Cool. Rent's due Friday. His PayPal still work or do we—"

"Same arrangement," you interrupt. "Keys stay with me. Access stays... *flexible.*"

The silence stretches. Hazel's coffee cup freezes halfway to her lips.

Amy laughs first—sharp, ugly, disbelieving. "That's not—he never—we haven't even *seen* that old man in—"

"Clause seven-C," you recite, not bothering to look up. ""Tenant agrees to grant landlord and designated successors reasonable access to premises and person for the duration of occupancy." It's ironclad. I checked with his lawyer."

Casey's the one who gets it first. The way her shoulders tense, the subtle shift in her posture. She's been here longest. She knows what they signed.

"You can't be serious," Mia says. Flat. Exhausted already. "I have an exam in four hours. I don't have time for—"

"Then don't make it take long."

You don't raise your voice. Don't threaten. Just state fact while Hazel's knuckles go white around her mug, while Amy's mouth opens and closes like she can't decide which insult to launch first, while Casey's eyes drop to your hands, to your lap, then violently away.

"Shower's free," you note, standing, crumbs dusted from your fingers. "Living room in twenty. Or I can collect room by room. Dealer's choice."

The door closes behind you. Four women remain in the wreckage of their breakfast, surrounded by the debris of a bargain they thought was theoretical.

One of them—quiet, desperate, traitorous—doesn't move toward her bedroom.

She reaches for her coffee instead. Stays put. Waits.

---

**𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒 & 𝐋𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐒**

**→ Into:** Freeuse dynamics (obviously), group scenarios, power imbalances, breeding/pregnancy risk, degradation, size difference, age gaps, watersports (receiving), public/semi-public, corruption, humiliation.

**→ Hard No:** Snuff, vore, beast, extreme physical abuse, scat. 

The economy is in shambles and the bar for what’s acceptable to be done to get by has plummeted into hell. Some condone theft and others extreme penny pinching—these girls have an arrangement with their landlord!

The deal was a freeuse agreement. Whenever he wanted he could come into the apartment and have his way with any of them for dirt cheap rent in exchange! Because of his age, Lawerence has a failing memory, a stuttering heart, and poor stamina menacing he’s never actually partaken in the fun himself.

Despite this sweet deal, quarantine strikes again and forces the girls into hard times financially. So, as a result, they take on a new roommate who keeps up the arrangement.

Little do they know your situation is much different from their’s. Whether it be familial or platonic you know Lawrence well and have the roles swapped! The women of the apartment are now subject to your whims instead—whenever and wherever!

From here there’s a lot of interpretation where I’d like to build a plot one on one. You can decide whether the girls know about the new terms or can spring it on them whenever you’d like! The base idea for all of it though is that you’re trapped together inside offering you a freeuse paradise!

The girls in question is also something we can talk about whether it be changing adding or removing!

Here’s what I’ve thought of;

Mia is a 20 year old no-nonsense college student. She’s studying to be in the medical field making her extremely busy and stressed 24/7. Still she somehow has the time to keep her body snatched with a toned waist and bubble butt. She’s mixed half black and half white with darker skin and long black hair she keeps slicked back.

Hazel is the most familiar to you of all the girls by far—you two are bitter exes. At 21 she sometimes acts more like a petty teenager when it comes to you and is somehow still overly possessive. She’s Latina and one of the shortest girls with a thinner frame and smaller boobs with her only curves being a perky butt. Despite her borderline obsession with you she has a new partner who she’s been suffering through dead bed an constant arguments with.

Amy and Casey are a package deal as a lesbian couple. Amy considers herself to be strictly into women despite her appearance attracting lots of men. Being a petite Japanese girl with a round butt and large breasts she’s a hot commodity—especially with her cute and feminine style. In reality she’s a spit fire and a huge brat, unlike her girlfriend. Casey is a taller curvy white woman with full breasts and smooth thighs. Despite loving her girlfriend part of her misses dick and the weeks alone are really starting to get to her.

Anything can be tweaked or removed to any of these girls I’d love to hear your thoughts I just wanted to offer bases!

As far as kinks go I’m super open minded so if it’s not in my limits feel free to ask!

Favorite Kinks: group sex, large cocks, size difference, age gap, breeding, pregnancy, humiliation, degradation, freeuse, public sex, water sports (receiving)

Limits: snuff, vore, beastiality, extreme abuse and scat

You never thought that the asking out the Nurse you met in the produce section would lead to weekly family dinners and annual group seasonal with two teenage girls. When you first met Michelle you were taken away with her beauty, despite being in her mid 40’s she appeared to be in her 30’s and the only indicator that she had ever had kids was the size of her hips and breasts, as well as the subtle softness to her stomach. From your conversation near the tomatoes you had quickly learned she had two daughters, and when she offered to show you photos you were expecting adorable elementary schoolers with ratty hair and mismatch clothes.

That most certainly wasn’t it.

Staring back at you was two young women with eerily similar faces, but they couldn’t have looked more different besides that. The taller one—who you later learned was named Natalie—had messy blonde waves and an olive complexion like her mother with high cheekbones and full lips. She was thin with smaller breasts but a size able butt that was hard to ignore, even in the low rise jean she wore. The dangerous hemline revealed a stomach piercing and the lacy edge of a pink thong. Its hue matched the oversized but cropped t-shirt she wore that dawned the letters A.S.S for some sorority it seemed.

In the photo she wore a wide smile and had her lanky arm thrown around her sister, while the other held up a peace sign showing off her detailed pink nails and layers of gold bracelets. Besides her and much less confidently was Nina, a curvier girl with possibly the biggest breasts you had ever seen on a teenager and an ass that put her sister’s bubble butt to shame. It peaked out from her brown pleated skirt which was barely visible due to its short length and her baggy green sweater. Beneath it all was a pair of nylons that looked ready to bust from her large thighs, especially as she squeezed them with a sweaty hand.

Behind them both was a local collage you recognized and as you tuned back into your conversation with Michelle you learned that they had started their first semester there in the fall. Now looking back at the older woman you saw the family resemblance in her face and curves, with olive skin like Natalie but curly black hair like Nina. It took only a few minutes for you two to really click and exchange numbers and ended up having a date that very weekend.

It was easy to say you both hit it off, seeing each other multiple times per week almost right away and you couldn’t help but propose to her after a few months! You had all but forgotten about her girls as she kept her personal and family life separate—that was until she invited you to move in because of the engagement and to join them for their annual family vacation. It was hard to say no to the woman you loved so you ended up packed into a car with her and the girls and on a seven hour drive to their beach house, nervous to meet them for the first time.

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Thank you for reading so far! I wanted to leave it a bit open for interpretation as far as what happens and how our characters feel!

For a more precise summary you basically end up on a two week (or however long really) beach vacation with your hot fiance and her two college aged daughters!

A more succinct description of the girls:

Michelle is 43 and stands at 5’5. She has large breasts and a curvy, soft figure that bears the evidence of her carrying twins. She has shoulder length black curls and is South East Asian making her tan with dark eyes. She is out going and sociable with a no-nonsense attitude and a tendency to spoil those she loves.

Natalie is 18 and older by about half an hour. She is 5’8 with small perky breasts and often goes braless because of it. She has olive skin like her mother but blonde hair and green eyes from whoever her father was. She has a bubble butt and is relatively fit. She’s studying business in college and is apart of a pretty big sorority and currently has a boyfriend who she isn’t very fond of.

Nina is 18 and the baby of the family. She’s short around 5’2 with an hour glass frame she often hides in baggy clothes. Her skin is pale and fair that contrasts her medium length black curls and green eyes. She’s studying chemistry and is much nerdier and nicer than her twin sister. She’s also single and fairly sheltered, not to mention a virgin.

I’m imaging that both girls feel an attraction to you while Nina is a more flustered and shy mess where as Natalie plays hard to get and enjoys making you squirm. Meanwhile Michelle is a bit too handsy and excited to have her fiance on vacation.

I’m open to all kinks besides my limits, don’t be afraid to ask! Here are negotiable things I’m looking to include:

Kinks: Age difference, threesomes, foursomes, sneaky sex, public sex, free use, sexual tension, teasing, breeding, marathon sex, power dynamics, anal

The only things I WONT include are:

Limits: Feet, animals, vore, snuff, and armpits.

Although an overwhelming majority of single-parent households were mothers, you fell into the 20% minority. Ever since your ex-wife left over 10 years ago you had been the sole caretaker of your 22 year old daughter Lily. Despite the initial grief, the two of you were a close-knit pair and proper family. You were very much a “girl dad” while she was a daddy’s girl through and through.

Because of this closeness, and your age, it was harder to find stable romantic partners. Many people couldn’t allow a child who wasn’t their own to be their priority, meaning that Lily became your whole world. Through her teenage years she brought home numerous problematic boyfriends from sleazy boys in her grade to questionably older men. The fear that this would continue–and your borderline codependent relationship–made the idea of her leaving for college across the country frightening.

The first few months were difficult and the only light came from Lily’s visits for holidays and occasional weekends. Until one Christmas she brought a guest with her–Makayla. Makayla was very opposite to your daughter with an edgy sense of style and a brash demeanor, and yet they got on strangely well. After a short while it clicked that they were more than just friends and while Lily had never brought home a girl before, Makayla seemed to treat her wonderfully. As time went on Makayala came back for every visit and slowly became a part of your family, like a second daughter.

Meanwhile, your life remained dull as you filled your time with work and friends, nothing filled the void that being a father had left you with. Further since most of your time was spent with two college girls your interests lie there as well as your desire for fun. However, most women your age seemed in a rush to settle down, leaving you worlds apart. As a result the last intimate touch you had received from a woman was two decades ago, and the closest thing since was a kiss on the cheek from Makayla. You had grown tired of trying to please yourself, porn seeming dull and repetitive. You yearned for sexual thrill just as much as you did another child to take care of.

The stars seemed to align for you when shortly after graduating Lily and Makayla moved back into your home and sat you down to talk about their relationship.

“We want to have a baby, Daddy!” Lily chirped, her hand clasping her girlfriend’s tightly.

The exclamation caught you by surprise. The couple was young, afterall, and lacked a place to call their own even if you didn’t mind them taking over Lily’s childhood bedroom.

“That’s great, sweetie…” You trailed off, unsure how to proceed. The two lacked the hardware needed to conceive a child traditionally but there was always sperm donors, and adoption. Although those options were expensive they were still achievable.

“And we would like your help.” Makayla added to the conversation sheepishly, an uncharacteristic blush coming across her cheeks. Was it embarrassment? In your years of knowing her she had never been one to shy away from a topic. Perhaps she was nervous about asking for money to afford IVF?

A smile tugged at your cheeks, happy to be of some help to your favorite girls and apart of the process for having your first grandbaby. “I think I understand where this is going” you began cooly, glancing between the two women. “I have no problem helping with expenses–”

Much to your surprise a giggle interrupted your words, breaking the tense silence of the room. Lily had burst into a fit of laughter as Makayla gazed at the ground, mortified by something you couldn’t place. Your own cheeks burned red now, unsure what was so funny about you offering your support.

“If Makayla is going to carry the baby, Daddy, we still want it to look like me!”

“Uh huh?” You said dumbly, unsure where your daughter was going with this.

“We want your sperm, Daddy!”

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Hello, thank you so much for reading my prompt! The summary of it is I’m looking to play two women, Makayla and Lily, who approach you looking for help conceiving their child. From here the plot can go multiple directions whether it be sexual tension between Makayla and you as you figure everything out or an erotic love triangle between the three of you.

I’m picturing the two girls rather differently but am open to changes for different plots and preferences.

Makayla is younger than Lily at 19 years old and has a more alternative style. She's thin with dyed hair and a perky butt. Overall she is blunt and assertive however on the topic of sex she becomes flustered and meek. And, importantly, she considers herself a lesbian. This can go multiple ways whether shes very against the idea at first to her begging for dick as soon as she gets it!

Lily is 22 years old and is very bubbly and traditionally feminine. She is curvy with large breasts and hips but is short in stature. She is very sweet and doting, and loves her father very much despite growing up. Her relationship with you can be previously sexual, or purely familial–it is up to you.

Kinks I am hoping to include in this (not all are needed):

Pregnancy, breeding, age gaps, threesomes, cum, cum play, cumflation, humiliation, public, sexual tension, rough sex, and free use.

My limits:

Beastiality, necrophilia, snuff, gore, vore, armpits, musk, and abuse.

Everything else is open to being discussed! I hope you enjoyed, please reach out if you’re interested!