u/exquisitedusk

“God, you’re such a pervert.” The disgust and annoyance in your voice is belied by the dexterous movements of your fingers on my zipper. “Why do you have to be an asshole?” you ask, venom lacing every word, as I place my hand on your blonde head and push you down until your words are muffled from having a fat, hard cockhead shoved in between your lips. “Mmmf mmf mff,” you mumble, unable to form words as you slather your drool up and down my shaft.

Can you blame me? I’m sitting here, just playing a video game, and I got hard. It’s just something that happens to guys. Who can say why? Maybe it was because I was talking about how I’d like to fuck Shadowheart and Karlach. Maybe it was because I said you’d look so hot on your knees, worshipping some red hot tiefling cunt while I spanked your fat ass from behind. Maybe it’s simply because when you leaned over to grab your bottle of water, your thighs parted and I got a great view of your delectably creamy cunt molded against those tight pink booty shorts. Whatever the reason, I’m hard. And a guy has certain needs.

“Just the blowjob this time,” you say as you slap yourself across your cheek with my sticky shaft. It makes a pleasingly wet slapping sound. “I have work in an hour.”

My grip in your hair tightens and I pull your face up to look at my firm, unyielding expression, and you sigh. “Fine, just… don’t cum in me today, it’s not a safe day.”

I grin and don’t answer. By the look on your face before you get back to work on my dick, you know that before you leave the apartment, your pussy will be dripping with my seed.

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What are your kinks and limits? What did you like about this prompt, and what would you change? What is your favorite book? Anything and everything in my prompt is open to discussion and change.

I write generally in 1st person, present tense. I’m usually available during the day, Monday through Friday. I try to write a respectable amount, roughly 2-4 paragraphs, but I’ve been known to get carried away. I like slow burns and tension building, and I like internal thoughts and musings on what is happening in the moment. I can’t always respond immediately, life has a way of getting in the way.

Kinks - Rough sex, soft sex, passion, cock worship, body worship, spanking, massages, breeding, pet play, sleep play, free use, groping, taboo, dressing you up, teaching, training, and more.

Limits - Hatred, non-con, violence, beast, toilet, bad smells, focus on feet

Wedding day. I’m standing in a small room near the back of the chapel, meticulously straightening my black bow tie. My suit is charcoal grey, with a crisp white shirt underneath the double buttoned coat, and nicely fitted slacks. My polished black shoes glow in the soft light. I draw a comb through my dark and silver hair, and smooth down my close cropped beard. The scent of vanilla from my beard oil is pleasant, a comforting aroma. I smile at the mirror, revealing a row of white teeth.

I can hear the music coming from the main room of the church, along with soft chatter and quiet shuffling. More than 300 people in our community have come out to celebrate with us. When your family moved into the community, more than a few of our residents had concerns that you might not fit in. Those concerns were quashed quickly though, with how your parents threw themselves into integrating with our customs and our lives. You and your parents rapidly became fixtures at barbecues, block parties, town meetings, and so forth.

But imagine my surprise when Roger, your father, came to my office early one morning and suggested a proposal. I’ve been a bachelor for years, frequently called the towns most eligible man due to my business employing almost 80% of the workers in town. Roger, like any good American, wanted a little piece of my pie. So he suggested that I get married to you - his daughter. It would be good for everybody. I’d get a wife, ready to bear my heir. You’d get a husband and a new life to live, in comfort and style. And Roger would get a cushy VP position in my organization as a thank you for setting the two of us up.

I had to think about it, of course. Not because of you. The moment I saw the picture Roger showed me, I knew I wanted you. That soft, shy expression on your face, the way you have your blonde hair pulled into a long braid, and… to be crude, your absolutely smoking hot body. Even wearing modest and sensible clothes, I can tell.

But marriage? I took a few days to ponder, but it made sense. It was time for me to settle down, so to speak. I had the empire, now I needed the legacy.

So I called Roger into my office and I agreed to his proposition. The wedding was planned. The guest list was sent out. The church was booked and the outfits purchased.

And now the day had arrived. A bead of sweat trickles down my neck. I’m more anxious than I expected. Is this what it’s always like, for every guy? Regardless, it was just another ceremony to go through. And then comes the wedding night.

We had been proper in our interactions before the wedding. Any time we were together, your mother or aunt was there to chaperone. We had some dinners together, I took you to the local Tulip Festival, and I bought you a brilliantly glistening diamond bracelet that matched the engagement ring I slid on your finger. But we had never been alone together. Tonight will be the first time.

I find myself grinning as I think about what’s coming up later. God, I’m looking forward to this.

The music swells. It’s time. I straighten my tie one more time, then walk out into the church to take my spot at the altar of the church. I look down the aisle, waiting to see my bride in her pure white outfit. I grin again. Anyone watching would have no idea my grin is because by the time the night was over, you’d never be able to wear virginal white again, for any reason. In less than an hour, you’ll be mine.

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I’m playing Elliott Trager, early 50’s, who marries a young, innocent woman (you). Of course, the soft night of lovemaking you might be expecting (or not, maybe you have no idea what’s coming) is not what is going to happen.

Kinks - Rough sex, soft sex, passion, taboo, cock worship, romance, spanking, jealousy, possessiveness, playful degradation, sleep play, pet play, collars and leashes, breeding, power dynamics, free use, groping, more

Limits - Hatred, non-con, violence, beast, toilet, focus on feet, bad smells

I’m normally online during the day, during the week. I’m not usually available on evenings or weekends. I write usually 2-4 paragraphs (leaning towards the latter), and I prefer slow burns so we won’t get to the smut immediately. Building tension is part of the fun.

What I’d like from you - your kinks and limits, what you like about this prompt, what you’d change about this prompt, and your favorite book of all time.

“C’mon, c’mon, let’s go!” Your dad’s harried call rings in the air, echoing in the large entrance hall of your family’s three story house. Two men carry large pieces of luggage from the door to the waiting limo, currently idling in the driveway. Your father is standing at the foot of the stairs. His toe taps impatiently.

“Coming! Just needed to get one more thing,” you hear your mother shout a few seconds before she comes trotting down the stairs. Your parents are going on a vacation to the Bahamas, leaving you behind to watch the house while they’re gone. A full week, supposedly all to yourself.

“Alright pumpkin, we’ll see you next Sunday,” your dad says with a quick kiss on the forehead. “Don’t get into any trouble, don’t throw any parties, and be sure to study. I know you have your finals coming up soon.” He frowns as he shoulders his laptop bag. “College is expensive enough without you screwing around. So get to it.”

Your mother gives you a gentle side hug, so as not to muss her hairdo, and trots out the door. Your dad lingers for a moment and turns to you.

“Listen… I’ve asked my buddy, Brian, to check in from time to time. It’s not that I don’t trust you, but…” his voice trails off and he glances at the front door. “Your mother is a bit of a worry wart, you know that. He’ll stop by, say hi, drink a beer or two, and be on his way. You won’t even notice he’s here.” He hugs you and turns to leave. “Have a great week. We’ll call in a couple of days to check in.”

And with that, the limo speeds off, leaving you all alone.

In a few hours, your father’s friend will arrive, a certain Mr. Brian Miller. What happens next is the opposite of what your parents were hoping for.

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I’m playing Brian Miller, 45 years old, dark brown and grey beard, 6’2”, with a broad chest and shoulders. He has an easy smile, a pleasant disposition, and deep down he’s a real pervert. And he can’t wait to introduce himself to his best friends college daughter.

What are your kinks and limits? What did you like about this prompt, and what would you change? What is your favorite book? Anything and everything in my prompt is open to discussion and change.

I write generally in 1st person, present tense. I’m usually available during the day, Monday through Friday. I try to write a respectable amount, roughly 2-4 paragraphs, but I’ve been known to get carried away. I like slow burns and tension building, and I like internal thoughts and musings on what is happening in the moment. I can’t always respond immediately, life has a way of getting in the way.

Kinks - Rough sex, soft sex, passion, cock worship, body worship, spanking, massages, breeding, pet play, sleep play, free use, groping, taboo, dressing you up, teaching, training, and more.

Limits - Hatred, non-con, violence, beast, toilet, bad smells, focus on feet

It’s been a hell of a day. Isn’t it always? The office is a drab, dreary place. My co-workers are mindless drones, cogs in the machine, and I hate that I’m just another tiny wheel spinning to make the corporate money thresher continue to spin. Even if I wanted to take a stand, make a moral point, it would be useless. I’d be replaced in no time at all. The buzzsaw of capitalism will rampage unconcerned, and I would be broke.

What a world. And the one place of solace, the one spot I would want to be my haven, is being occupied. I had to put an ad out for a roommate six months ago. At first, when you moved in, I thought this would help. You had a job, and even though you had neon green hair and tattoos across your forearms, I figured that you seemed stable enough.

Then you lost your job. For the first couple of weeks, you were looking every day. Then every other day. And then a couple times a week. Now I don’t know when the last time you looked was. It seemed you enjoyed huddling on the couch, playing video games, smoking my weed, without a care in the world.

I’m a forgiving, patient guy. But even I have my limits. Today’s the day I put my foot down. Time for you to earn your goddamn keep around here, or I’m kicking your ass to the curb.

—- Some time later ——

My hand comes crashing down on your jiggling asscheek. You squeal through your panties, the fabric having been stuffed between your lips. I have you face down on my bed, hands bound behind your back, as I administer the discipline you sorely need. “Are you sorry for being such a dumb little fuck up?” I growl, giving your ass another hard spank. My handprints are a jolly bright red. You nod your head enthusiastically.

“Since you don’t have a job, your work will be taking care of me from now on,” I say, unzipping my jeans. I’ve been fantasizing about filling your sweet, chubby cunt for months now. Time to see if it lives up to my imagination.

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I’m played a middle aged corporate drone of a man whose only respite is when he’s at home and master of his domain. Too bad his roommate didn’t realize how much of a burden she was being. Time to show her.

What are your kinks and limits? What did you like about this prompt, and what would you change? What is your favorite book?

I write generally in 1st person, present tense. I’m usually available during the day, Monday through Friday. I try to write a respectable amount, roughly 2-4 paragraphs, but I’ve been known to get carried away. I like slow burns and tension building, and I like internal thoughts and musings on what is happening in the moment. I can’t always respond immediately, life has a way of getting in the way.

Kinks - Rough sex, soft sex, passion, cock worship, body worship, spanking, massages, breeding, pet play, sleep play, free use, groping, taboo, dressing you up, teaching, training, and more.

Limits - Hatred, non-con, violence, beast, toilet, bad smells, focus on feet