u/deep-down-inside

Ryan had been watching her since she’d gotten on stage. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her, in fact. Sure, it was a strip club and that may have been the point, but there was something special about her. The guy at the next table over had pointed her out first.

“Hey, look at that cow with the huge milkers!” he shouted to his buddies with a derisive howl. “I didn’t think fat chicks could be strippers.”

Ryan couldn’t help but look and, unlike the fratbro next to him, he was absolutely in love with what he saw. Sure, she had a few extra pounds on her; maybe a tiny bit chubby with a cute round little belly, but she wasn’t fat - and what’s more, she had two genuinely amazing things going for her: A ripe, round ass and a pair of absolutely massive stripper tits.

As she danced on stage, Ryan couldn’t help but lick his lips at the thought of wrapping his mouth around them. His tongue flicked at the thought of running it along the pale blue veins crisscrossing her heavy bosom. Her every move made them bounce and jiggle. Her ass swayed back and forth. Ryan had been at half mast before when he was enjoying the eye candy of the other women around him but, as she wrapped her soft pillows around the stripper pole and slid them up and down its brass length, he felt his manhood harden to pure steel.

Ryan stood as the song was coming to an end. The massive tent in his pants dragged him towards the stage like an invisible hand had a grip on his very soul. As she made her way down the tiny stairs, he held out a hand to help her down. His crystal blue eyes sparkled as a smile wound its way through his neatly groomed beard.

She smiled back as she took his hand. “Well aren’t you a gentleman?” she said.

“And you’re an absolute beauty,” he replied. His eyes slid down her body, drinking her in. It was impossible to hide his lust – but in a place like this, that was hardly an insult. “How about you and I go to the VIP room, princess?” he asked.

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Howdy, DPP! Today I'm looking to indulge my deepest and most primal kink: the uncontrollable need to fondle, suck, fuck, and endlessly use a pair of huge tits. I'd love to partner up with a literate RPer who is just as in to breast play as I am for an extra steamy scene. If you'd like to continue this in the future, there's all kinds of directions we can take it: If you'd prefer to keep things vanilla, maybe she's doing OF on the side and decides his cock is big enough to "make content" with? If you're into lactation, maybe she just had a kid and is willing to see her new customer on the side for some desperately needed extra cash? If you're into hucow, maybe he offers her a job as his milkmaid or the new girl on his ranch? Or maybe if you're super extra kinky they... actually like each other and become romantic? What kind of depraved kinkster would actually follow that up with a date?

Mandatory Kinks: Literate, descriptive partners. Hot, passionate, animalistic sex. Enthusiasm and aftercare. Big tits, tit play, tit fucking, breast worship, etc.

Optional Kinks: Free use, constant use, breeding. Cock worship, long slow blowjobs, sloppy blowjobs, attention to my balls. Cock warming, cum play, cum diets, lots and lots of cum. Being called daddy, calling you princess, kisses on your forehead, lots of casual groping, affection, cuddling. Begging, hair pulling, spanking, leashes, cuffs, forced orgasms. Barely realistic (pornstar) proportions, body worship, showing off, exhibitionism, harems. Costumes, lingerie, and outfits.

Limits: Piss, scat, blood, death, gore, vore, furies, hyper, humiliation, sadism.

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The roar of jet engines drowned out everything else and reverberated through the supposedly soundproofed interior as the sleek black limo worked its way slowly through the narrow service roads that wound between the various hangers, machine shops, and terminals that lined the wide tarmac. Unable to hear anything, the loud noise finally forced it’s occupant off the phone. The working girl sighed and took another sip of her perfectly chilled champagne, leaving her bright red lipstick smeared across the crystal glass. This particular job was going to be an incredibly long one but hey, she thought, it definitely has its perks.

This was no mere ride out to a seedy hotel next to DFW or Love Field. No, the fabulously wealthy lived in their own little worlds. The limo’s passenger wasn’t even being dropped off out front. After two more tight turns it finally arrived at its destination: a private hanger at a private airport housing a private jet. The kind of man that could afford all this was exactly the kind of man who could afford her. She was a beautiful, bombshell of a woman - and her time wasn’t cheap. Most men couldn’t afford the hour. Her client was on his way to Macau. It was a 21-hour flight, not counting the fuel stops in LA and Hawaii – and, of course, he was the kind of person to pay extra to not wear a rubber. She was going to make more this weekend than her regular job paid her all year long.

The two pilots smoking by the entrance – probably not a smart idea given how flammable jet fuel was – watched the vehicle with considerable interest. One elbowed the other and nodded towards it as it pulled in and both stared hungrily at the tented glass.

They knew what kind of man their employer was.

The driver sat in the front for a long moment, clearly talking to someone on a radio. It was hard to tell exactly what was being said through the raised divider, but eventually he got out and walked towards the passenger compartment. The door swung open. There was a flash of appraisal. The driver was big and burly with a short, tight haircut. As he leaned down into the cabin, she could see that he was armed for some incomprehensible reason. He pointed and made a gesture towards the new fur coat she was wearing.

“Cover that up, in case there are cameras,” he directed in a tone that was simple and matter-of-fact. He looked up, over the limo towards the fence lining the road for a moment before looking back inside the car. She had, of course, pulled the luxuriantly comfortable coat just a little bit closer. It wouldn’t hide her figure, or her stripper heels, or even slightly conceal what type of woman she was, but he was right – the outfit her client had requested she wear was definitely not appropriate to wear in public.

“Alright, come on,” he said, opening the door all the way and gesturing for her to exit. As she began to walk up the stairs towards the plane’s main door, she could feel the eyes of all three men staring up at her. The driver’s radio squawked for a second before he spoke into it again. “The girl’s on board.”

A reply came back, “boss will be there in twenty minutes or so.” The driver sighed and went back to pop the trunk, almost reluctantly grabbing her bags and loading them in after her.

It wasn’t long before a second vehicle pulled up; a significantly less flashy black Suburban. She could see the pilots body language change sharply through one of the tiny windows. They flicked their cigarettes away and snapped to attention. The first driver rushed forward to open the rear door of the suburban before its own driver could even shut off the engine.

All four of them rushed for the trunk to carry up his bags.

The boss finally got out and she was pleasantly surprised. Everything about him was big. He was well over six feet tall. Crystal blue eyes. Chiseled jaw. Thick forearms wrapped in the rolled up sleeves of his dress shirt. Muscular. Burly. Hairy – but in a neatly groomed sort of way. His long hair was pulled back into a man bun. His thick beard was sprinkled with random streaks of gray and cropped close and carefully combed. He looked more like a rugged giant than a businessman, complete with a casual swagger that exuded confidence.

He took the time to get one last deep stretch in before getting on board. His broad shoulders rippling, his neck muscles straining, his back releasing the tension from the car ride. “Ooooh, this is going to be a long one,” he sighed as he started making his way up the seemingly tiny stairs. “Let’s get out of here, the sooner we get there the better.”

“Yes sir!” answered one of the pilots.

Softly, barely audibly, he grumbled to himself. “Fucking China.”

This elicited a chuckle from one of the others.

He finally entered the cabin, his large frame barely fitting through the tight doorway. Those sparkling blue eyes danced as he saw the woman waiting for him. “Mmmph,” he said, a grin teasing the corner of his mouth. His tone shifted to a breathy exhale positively drenched in lust. “On second thought,” he purred, “I might enjoy a nice, long ride...”

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Mandatory Kinks: Literate, descriptive partners. Well thought out replies. Hot, passionate, animalistic sex. Enthusiasm and aftercare. Big tits, tit play, tit fucking, breast worship, etc.

Optional Kinks: Free use, constant use, breeding. Cock worship, long slow blowjobs, sloppy blowjobs, attention to my balls. Cock warming, cum play, cum diets, lots and lots of cum. Being called daddy, calling you princess, kisses on your forehead, lots of casual groping, affection, cuddling. Begging, hair pulling, spanking, leashes, cuffs, light bondage, forced orgasms. Barely realistic (pornstar) proportions, body worship, showing off, exhibitionism, harems. Costumes, lingerie, and outfits.

Limits: One line responses, piss, scat, blood, death, gore, vore, furies, hyper, sadism.

Despite writing this out with your character starting off in some kind of outfit, I’m open to a lot of different options for exactly which outfit your character would be wearing. I’m an absolute sucker for school girl outfits, cute lingerie, corsets, lewd disney princesses, cosplay, heck – I’d even love to see a submissive and breedable big titty goth gf waiting for me. So when you reply, let me know what you think would be sexy to wear. I’m completely flexible on it.

And despite this being more of a "straight to the action" sort of prompt, if you want to continue it after the initial scene, I'm happy to do that. We can go full Pretty Woman if you're looking for romance or I can offer you more and more money to do more and more degrading things if you're into humiliation or we can go James Bond/CIA/Lord of War and develop an actual plot if that's more your style. If that's something you'd enjoy, please let me know your ideas on that.

If this prompt is up, I'm still looking for a partner. In your first message please include your character, your kinks, your limits, and at least one brief idea on how you'd like the RP to go. This particular prompt kinda lends itself to being a short one-off, but I've got longer term ideas for where to take it if you want it to keep going. Either way I'm definitely looking for a more detailed, longer-term partner. I will respond to literally every response that contains these things.

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