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Welcome to Cc and Friends' 2023 Kinktober Prompts! Hi!! As you know, I'm Cc, and I am very happy to present to all of you THE 2023 KINKTOBER FICS!! These were all made by me and my lovely friends on my Discord server.We didn't finish all of our prompts (as usual) but we did all do at least one prompt this year. Meet the Authors (+chapters)!
CCL Co.
Flashing
TryingArtist
Lingerie
FatherlessChild
Petplay
Hot Wax
W. H.
Cowboy
Foobie
Free
Oral
LordButterNutter
Sex Machine
Blank
Spanking
Chef Stalin
exempt
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I ring the doorbell and wait for my friend to come open it. Instead of my friend, though, his mom gets the door. “Oh, you must be Micheal’s friend! Come in, he’s in the backyard.”I can’t help but notice that she’s wearing an apron over a really tight dress… her tits are basically bursting out of it.She must’ve noticed me staring off into space, because she then goes, “Don’t worry, dinner will be ready in a bit. I forgot to mention that Micheal said to put your stuff in his room before going outside.”I nod and walk past her and into my friend’s room. I place down my bag and rummage around in my bag for the snacks that I bought earlier. I hear someone come to the door. I assume it’s Micheal; his mom must’ve told him that I was here. I turn around and realize that it’s actually his mom. Her apron has… disappeared. “I noticed you staring.” She smiles and raises her hand up to her chest. I step back a little and try not to stare, but it’s impossible to not look.She slowly starts pulling down the top of the dress, the anticipation is actually killing me. She chuckles softly as her tits pop out of her dress. “Mom, are they here yet??” My friend yells from the kitchen, his footsteps getting closer.She quickly pulls her dress back up and yells back, “Yes honey, I was showing them to your room.”She gives me a wink and walks back to the kitchen.
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*SNAP!* The shutter of the camera went off as Shuma finished the last photos he had to take. The girls in front of him were dressed as magical girls from that one online game, he couldn’t recall the name of it. He took out the SD card and handed it to the ladies.
“All of your photos are on this, and please remember to eject the card from your computers before taking it out.” Shuma told the ladies. They all nodded and exclaimed their thanks as they headed back into the con. Shuma sighed, exhausted from a whole day of taking group photos; at the very least that was his last scheduled group.
He turned around, accidentally bumping into another con-goer and dropping his camera. At that moment, as he watched the camera slip through his hands he could see his life flash before his eyes. He couldn’t afford another camera, he still has to pay rent, buy groceries, and fix his room’s shitty light. Tears streamed down his eyes, it was all over…
“Uh, hey? You almost dropped this.” …or at least he thought it was. Looking up, he noticed a young person seemingly wearing cosplay. Disheveled black hair, blood smeared across the face to mimic a large smile, and a gray sweatshirt with blood on it told Shuma who this character was, a famous Creepypasta character known as Jeff the Killer. He thought that fandom was dead!
Shuma discreetly wiped his tears and stood up, grabbing the camera. “Thanks! I really appreciate it. Um, nice cosplay?”
“Thanks. I would’ve done something more elaborate but I got my ticket last minute so I did what I could. And before you ask, yes, the blood is fake.”
“Oh! Haha, I suspected so. Anyways, thanks for saving my camera. Is there anything I can do for you to show my appreciation?” Shuma laughed nervously, and eyed the short person in front of him. Their mind seemed adrift, thinking on how to answer.
“Well…you are pretty handsome…” The young person stated very matter-of-factly, turning away and blushing. “If you want, we could meet up outside later tonight. How about at 9 o’clock? I’ll be waiting behind the convention center if you’re interested.”
Shuma’s face turned bright red and he used his hand to hide his grin. “Y-yeah…I’ll be there, I promise!” The cosplayer smiled widely and waved goodbye before running into the sea of convention goers. Shuma then walked into the nearest men’s bathroom and took the handicapped stall. He opened his large bag to check if he had everything.
Camera? Check.
Tripod? Check.
Ring light? Check.
Camcorder? Check.
Personal SD Card? Check.
Clear poncho? Check.
Tarp mat? Check.
Gloves? Check.
Cleaver? Check.
After checking for all his items, Shuma packed them up again and walked over to the sink. He splashed water on his face and pushed back his hair so he could see himself clearly. See the grin he hid clearly. A wide grin, with teeth showing like he were a wolf. He found his newest target, and thank god he came prepared.
***
He was gleefully waiting outside, glancing around for any signs of the cosplayer. He arrived thirty minutes early to the meeting time to scope out the area. He found a storage room that was empty, and seeing as how far away from the convention center it was he suspected that none of the staff would be heading there. He placed down the tarp and hid his other tools away, hoping that they wouldn’t be noticed. All was going to plan and all he needed was…
“You!” Shuma jumped up in surprise, clearly lost in his thoughts. He looked down and saw a short person in front of him. They had short and messy hair, clearly dyed silver. They wore a black turtleneck shirt with green cargo pants. Their eyes looked up at him, all excitedly. “Aw…you don’t recognize me? I’m hurt…”
“Ah! So you’re the cosplayer, huh? Yeah I couldn’t tell who you were, you’re just too cute right now.” Shuma accompanied his compliment with a smirk and a wink, clearly leaving the smaller one flustered.
“Aww, you’re too sweet! Hehehe…by the way, I never did get your name.”
“Oh, I’m Shuma. Nice to meet you…?”
“Call me Hisa.”
“Hisa. It’s a nice name.”
“Thank you. So um…” Hisa began, getting closer to Shuma, “how am I supposed to do this sort of thing? It’s kind of my…”
“First time?”
“Yeah, that.”
Shuma pulled Hisa closer to his chest, not only to close the gap between them but to hide his ever growing grin. “Well you tend to start by getting…” he began as his hands trailed Hisa’s back, making them shutter “...intimate.” He trailed down their back more, reaching their waist. He pulled hand down and began to touch their ass. Squeezing them and finding the hole he was searching for.
He started by poking it a bit, then slipping a finger in. Hisa gasped and grabbed his hoodie, seemingly overwhelmed by the sensation. Shuma began placing a second finger in, followed by a third; he began to move them up and down, opening Hisa’s hole for him. Hisa couldn’t hold onto the hoodie much longer and their hand went under the sweatshirt. Cool hands and nails holding on for dear life. Shuma wanted to keep this going for a while but Hisa noticed the growing…thing.
“It’s…” Hisa spoke out in fascination.
“Yeah, I know. Did you want to continue somewhere more discreetly?”
Hisa paused for a moment, looked up at Shuma and, with a confident look on their face, said “Yes.”
***
Shuma brought Hisa to the storage room he set up beforehand. “Hope this spot isn’t too bad…” Shuma trailed off as he went to where he placed the camcorder, turning it on.
“Oh, I don’t mind. Better here than outdoors.” Hisa fanned themselves with their hand, seemingly hot. They turned their back to Shuma and grabbed the hem of their shirt, pulling it off in one swift movement. Hisa turned to Shuma, giving him an embarrassed look and hiding their chest. “Um, you could…y’know…”
“O-oh! Yeah.” Shuma moved over and took off his sweatshirt, followed by his black T-shirt. He was unbuttoning his baggy jeans when he noticed Hisa moved from their spot. He looked behind himself to see them pulling out the camcorder.
“What’s this doing here, I wonder…” Hisa began to speak out, facing the camcorder.
“W-whoa! That’s weird, maybe we aren’t the first ones to use this room? That’s creepy l-let’s move it out, shall we?” Shuma was stuttering, he didn’t expect this to happen! If he didn’t have the recording he couldn’t kill them. He was going over his next steps when he heard Hisa saying something under their breath.
“This is no good, it won’t work if I know what’s coming.” Hisa pulled something out of their pockets as Shuma turned around. “Time for Plan B, then!” Shuma was confused but then his eyes widened in shock as Hisa lunged at him, holding out a taser.
*BZZZZZ!* Shuma fell to the ground, shock moving through his nervous system. As his world went dark he got a good look at Hisa. Their eyes black pools, with a mischievous smirk to compliment them, showing Shuma that he wasn’t the only person with plans that night.
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Pet Play
(*img desc* naked woman on her knees with a leash and bunny ears on<3 *text reads* "such a good bunny~"")
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Hot wax
(*img desc*half naked (without bra/ with underwear) womam *small burns on her from previous candle wax* /drawing is chest to thighs only/ with !safe! Candle wax splatter on her body - chest, midsection, and thighs. Hand holding candle above her, dripping hot wax onto her)
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Amílcar knocks on Willard’s door.
Cleaning his revolver, Willard looks down the cylinder for dirt and grime.
Without looking up, he yells "Come in."
Ami comes in and stands next to Willard awkwardly.
“Heyy.. Willard. I have something I wanna ask you…”
"What do you want."
Ami coughs and sways back and forth a bit, “Uhh… do you wanna have sex with me?”
Willard pauses in place for a moment and whispers something to himself that Ami doesn't hear.
"Y'know what, why not."
“Yo fr??”
Willard stands, laying the firearm on the table in front of him.
"Close the door."
Taking off his jacket and t-shirt underneath
Ami runs and closes the door. As she’s walking back, her clothes and armor melt into her skin. She stands silently next to Willard for a second, looking down at the “parts” she’s forming. She looks back up at Willard and asks,
“How big do you want them to be?” she motions at her flat chest.
Leaning back against the table, Willard responds.
"Gimme the options."
She takes a deep breath and makes her boobs slightly bigger, “We got A cups,” slightly bigger, “B cups,” bigger, “C cups,” and
even
bigger, “and D cups… I can go bigger but I don’t know if you’re like that.”
"Let's go C."
Ami smiles and shrinks back to C’s, “Alright.”
Willard puts a hand on her shoulder and moves her downward, motioning for her to get on her knees.
Ami gets down on her knees, undoes Willard’s belt, and pulls down his pants. She stares at the bulge in his boxers, and then back up at him… and then back down. She pulls them down slowly to reveal his cock.
Willard puts a hand on Ami's head and rubs her hair, letting her start at her own pace.
Ami holds his cock and slowly starts to stroke it. She puts her lips to the tip and gives it a kiss. She slides it in her mouth and begins bobbing her head slowly, her hand stroking the bottom half to the rhythm.
Grabbing Ami's head, Willard pushes her deeper and holds her there until she gags, letting go so she can collect herself before doing it once more.
Ami moans and pulls back after the second time, “Fuck… you’re rough… is that the demon in you?” She smirks a little.
Willard shoves it back down her throat to get her to stop talking after that trainwreck of a sentence.
She’s caught a little off guard and gags again, a string of spit now drooling down her chin. She takes note of this reaction for later…~
Letting go of her hair, Willard helps her up, putting a hand to her side and another on her thigh, he whispers into her ear.
"Let's move to the bed,"
Holding her hand, he leads her over to his bed,
"And maybe
you
can grab
my
hair."
Willard seems visibly happier than usual as he says this, seemingly enthusiastic at the idea of getting her off.
Ami lays down on the bed and spreads her legs.
Willard climbs on top of her, their lips meet as he presses against her.
While Ami wraps her arms around him, he begins to slowly move downwards.
First reaching the neck, then the collarbone.
Stopping at her chest, he makes sure to give it special attention.
Watching how she reacts while he feels her fingers run through his hair.
Continuing the journey down, he listens to Ami get caught off guard as he beelines down her stomach.
But before he reaches her crotch, he skips past it for a brief moment to tease her even more.
Tracing her thigh with his tongue, he works from her cheek all the way to the knee, kissing it the entire way back down as he finishes it off with a soft and playful bite to her inner thigh.
Ami gasps and grips his hair tightly.
Starting slow, he moves his tongue along the entire length of her lips.
Reaching the peak, he kisses it softly as he starts to give it all of the attention.
Listening to her moan, beg, and swear, he follows every instruction until he learns exactly what she likes.
“Please- More focus on my clit… lick it more…” She mumbles, gripping his hair a bit more and pushing him in slightly, “S-So cold… fuck… slow down…”
Ami’s hips shudder and she subtly grinds against his mouth.
Willard follows her instructions perfectly as he watches her get closer and closer.
Over time, getting handsy and grabbing her breast while also putting his fingers in her mouth, letting her bite down on them.
Ami bites down on Willard’s fingers as she gets closer already. She squeezes the sides of his face with her thighs as she starts to lose control of her body from the oncoming orgasm.
Knowing not to change anything, Willard watches, and listens, to her tip over the edge.
Feeling her thighs squish against him as she reaches her boiling point.
Ami opens her mouth, squishes Willard between her thighs and pushes him in as close as possible. Her back arches, her body shakes, and she lets out a
very
loud moan,
“
OH MY GOD-!”
The whole building probably heard that… but honestly Ami couldn’t care less.
She twitches and loosens her grip on Willard’s hair, her legs going absolutely wild.
Staying exactly where he is, Willard watches her lose it as she starts shaking.
Though still pleasuring her, he begins slowing down, making sure not to overwhelm her as he makes sure she's completely satisfied.
Eventually following the length of her lips once more and finishing it off with a kiss to the thigh.
She sits up a little and looks down at Willard,
who’s looking up at her. She smiles and lets out a shaky breath,
“Can I ask you for another favor?””
"What do you need, love?"
Ami’s heart jumps and she just spits out her words,
“Can you fuck my ass—“
She pauses for a moment and then speaks again, a bit quieter,
“… and… maybe finish inside of me..?”
Willard nods enthusiastically as he moves further south, now eating her ass.
He takes great care in warming her up as she pulls her legs higher, holding them by the back of the knees.
After a minute of this, he stands and puts a hand to her crotch, sliding a finger into her to lubricate it.
Sliding a second finger in, he does the same.
Before pulling both out and starting once more with only one, this time in her ass.
As the first finger penetrates, he watches her gasp, sliding it deeper.
Taking it slow as he curls it inside of her, and moves it back and forth.
As she loosens up he pulls it out, and returns with the second finger this time.
Sliding both into her as he does the same with the added girth.
Eventually when he thinks she's warmed up enough, he pulls both out once more.
Before continuing further, he starts to rub himself against Ami's crotch, grabbing his cock and moving it along her lips to start lubricating it instead of his fingers.
Eventually penetrating it as well, he goes deeper, making sure he gets slicked up as she's still dripping from before.
Fucking her for just a minute, he gets a little rough as he speeds up, listening to her begin to moan again.
Slowing down, and now properly lubricated, he stays inside her as he asks,
"You ready?"
She looks up at Willard with a lustful, pleading expression,
“Please… oh god…”
Ami holds onto her legs tighter, getting them up slightly higher for him.
Pulling out, he presses the tip of his cock against her ass, feeling it slide on her wet skin.
Knowing not to rush, he tries to be gentle as he penetrates.
About halfway inside of her, he pauses to
make sure she's relaxed before going further.
She’s staring down at Willard’s crotch… just watching him go deeper into her.
Ami is just so… excited… and when he stops for a second, she just can’t take it.
“Please keep going, please… please… I need it…. Willard… please…”
She looks back up at him, now with a more aroused expression, but still just as needy as before. She’s breathing heavily out of her mouth, and her face is flushed.
“Fuck me more… please…”
Watching her start begging out of nowhere, he slides even deeper.
Sharing the same level of arousal as her, he leans forward, almost on top of her, as he feels her skin meet his.
Now with every inch inside of her, he feels her loving embrace as she squeezes him, both with her arms, and her body.
His heart aches for more as he gets even more passionate
Kissing her lips, and neck, he begins slowly moving his hips back and forth.
Every repetition feeling more intimate than the last.
Putting his hands everywhere he can think of as they continue the dance.
Eventually pulling back, he looks downwards towards her and puts his fingers on her tongue like before.
Letting her bite down on them again to help her stay quieter as he starts to speed up.
Her legs wrapping around him tightly, he makes note of the way every second feels, hoping to never forget it.
Starting to reach his
own
tipping point, he leans in close once again, now with his mouth right next to her ear.
Moaning and swearing as his breath grows short.
Ami shoves her face into Willard’s shoulder and squeezes her legs around him tighter.
Her voice is muffled as she moans,
“Willard please…”
She tries to be quiet, but it’s definitely not working,
“Please, cum inside of me.. please please please please please..”
Her moans grow louder as he keeps pounding.
Reaching his tipping point, she listens as his breath shortens and his words become weak.
She feels a warm gift as he pulsates inside of her, filling her to the absolute brim while he pushes as deep as possible.
Making sure he plants his seed as far into her as he can.
All the while he experiences her twitch and shake, feeling her squeeze him tighter at the sensation of the pseudo-fertilization.
Nearly overwhelmed, he begins to slow down, yet stays inside of her as he kisses her lips, and neck.
Holding her close as his heart rate begins to slow gradually
Sliding out of her is a beautiful sensation for them both.
As he lays next to her in bed, now with her in his arms, she rests on her side as his cum slowly begins to leak from her.
Sufficiently bred, they hold each other for what would never be long enough, hoping it would never end
Ami breaks the silent cuddling and speaks to Willard.
"Believe it or not, I've wanted this for a while."
For once, Ami sees Willard smile.
A genuine smile.
"Oh really? That so?"
Teasing her.
"Yeah!"
She squeezes him as she buries her face into his chest.
He holds her.
He hasn't felt anything like this in a long time.
A lot longer than she realizes.
His heart feels something long forgotten.
"Do you think we could do something like this again..?"
"Probably."
She smiles.
"I hope so."
"I wanna make sure you have someone."
"I know it's been hard for you."
His mind wanders.
"People judge."
"Some are more sympathetic than others."
"But I've never been afraid or uncaring."
"Stop."
"There's a good person in there, I know it."
He stands, leaving her on the bed, now alone.
The mood has shifted.
"You know
nothing.
"
"And if you think coming in here and seducing me will change anything then you don't understand any of it."
"I understand fine."
"No you don't."
"I'm still the same man."
"And you don't understand what you're getting yourself into."
"I know what kind of work you do."
"I know what has led you to this point."
"And I know what you've lost."
"Believe it or not, I care about you."
"And I want to show that and give you someone to come back to every day."
"A reason to make it through."
"I've already lost that."
"And I'm trying to give it back."
"The last time I had someone to go back to I lost them because of what I do."
"And if you keep running you'll never have anything ever again."
He knows it's true.
And she sees that.
The room falls silent for a moment.
She speaks softly.
Though stubborn, there is love behind her voice.
"I understand."
"Even if you think I don't."
"I've known you for so long now."
"And I've seen it."
"I've seen you."
"I know you're afraid of it."
"But I also know you feel the same as me."
"We both have for a lot longer than we want to admit."
"I know it scares you."
"But please don't make another mistake and give it up."
"Come back to bed and lay with me, please?"
…
"I have work to do."
She sighs as he turns, going back to the table that she found him when she first entered the room.
Dressed again, he sits down at the desk and continues his work on the revolver.
Ami, though disappointed, knows he'll come around.
She falls asleep in his bed, comforted by his presence.
His heart is conflicted.
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It was a quiet Sunday afternoon, leaving Yukina and Lisa with a much-needed break from school. Or at least temporarily. Regardless, it meant they had the opportunity to enjoy each other’s company. For today in particular, Yukina had requested Lisa’s company for no reason other than the fact that her prescience brought her comfort. Even before they were in a romantic relationship, it put her at ease knowing her dear childhood friend was by her side. Yukina spent her time writing music, with sheets containing music and lyrics scattered across her coffee table and a pen in hand. Meanwhile, Lisa was baking cookies in the kitchen. Yukina had to admit, the environment was quite comforting.
The smell of cookies wafted through the dorm room; a constant reminder of Lisa’s presence. Her soft humming could occasionally be heard over the whir of the air conditioning. All the while, Yukina was left with the perfect environment to indulge in her music. Or at least she should have been, right?
The gray haired woman scribbled out a section with a long sigh.
No, that simply wouldn’t do.
She clenched another loose sheet of paper in her hands, accidentally crinkling the edges under her firm grasp. She groaned, attempting to smooth it back out on the table. She took a sip of her sugary coffee, which Lisa had been nice enough to provide. With another grumble, the vocalist set her pen aside.
“Yukina~! The cookies are out of the oven!”
She looked over at her partner, allowing herself to smile softly.
“Excellent. I look forward to trying them.”
Lisa set the trays of cookies on the kitchen counter. “Let’s wait for them to cool off,” she says. After doing so, she sat down next to her girlfriend. She scanned the coffee table, noticing that Yukina’s workflow was messier than usual. Something was certainly up. She watched as her partner’s brows furrowed.
“Are you alright?”
“Well…”
“Are you struggling with your music?”
Yukina nodded. In response, Lisa rubbed her hand along her back.
“It helped when we did something to take your mind off it, right? Sometimes people get their best ideas when they aren’t looking for them, you know?”
That was correct. Last time Yukina found herself in a bit of a slump, Lisa insisted that they went out together to take her mind off of things. It proved surprisingly useful. Due to the prior incident, the vocalist found she was open to the idea.
“I… suppose there’s no harm in taking a break for now. Do you have anything in mind, Lisa?”
The bassist stretched slightly, leaning back against the arm of Yukina’s couch. Noticeably, if it wasn’t for the apron she was wearing, her midriff would have been exposed for a brief moment. She let out a soft noise of exertion, before speaking once again.
“I was thinking we’d have some cookies, but they need to cool down. We could do something in the meantime.”
Yukina quickly glanced at Lisa’s leg beside her, before averting her gaze. Awkwardly, she shifted her gaze to meet her girlfriend’s. She nodded stiffly.
“Oh, Yukina! I have an idea!”
Somewhat bashfully, Lisa lifted the bottom of her apron to expose her legs. It was then that Yukina noticed that the skirt she wore today was short. Really short.
Oh god.
All it took was a small nod from Yukina for her partner to continue. She took a hold of her wrist, guiding her hand to her inner thigh.
“Maybe this would help…?”
That was an idea Yukina could indulge in. Lifting her apron above the hem of her skirt, Lisa allowed her girlfriend to remove it. Yukina worked with shaky hands. Admittedly, she and Lisa had already been sexually active, but this was new to her. Typically, it would have been Lisa doing this to her. What she had come to expect was the feeling of her girlfriend’s steady hands trailing down her body and her warm lips against her inner thighs. Trying something new like this would hopefully get Yukina out of her musical block. She certainly understood the sentiment. Lisa’s skirt slid off with ease and fell to the floor.
“Could you unzip my top?”
As she seemed to imply, Lisa was wearing a tube top with a zipper back. The shorter girl traced her fingers along Lisa’s back and tugged down on the zipper. Firmly, but with care. Upon feeling the piece of clothing slip down her partner’s back, Yukina undid Lisa’s bra. Conveniently enough, it was strapless. There she sat before her, wearing nothing but an apron. Lisa looked at her expectantly.
“Ah-! The apron’s staying on?”
The gray haired woman nodded. “It might help if we make a mess.”
Admittedly, Yukina also didn’t want to remove Lisa’s apron because she looked nice in it. However, she deemed that detail too unnecessary to mention. Lisa smiled softly, nodding.
“Here, hold on.”
Yukina attempted to quickly rid herself of her clothing, doing her best to not get too flustered by the feeling of Lisa’s gaze or by the fact that she was highly anticipating whatever came next. Midway through her stripping, she shot a hesitant glance back at Lisa.
“It’s okay, you can take your time. I’ll be patient.”
Yukina nodded, giving herself leeway to rid herself of her remaining bra and panties. She steadily removed the clasp of her bra, and set the garment down. What followed was the removal of her underwear, which was placed aside in a similar manner. Right there and then, the two were fully invested. However, Yukina interjected.
“Wait, Lisa.”
“Yeah?”
“What exactly is it that you had in mind?”
Lisa paused for a moment, before replying in her usual manner.
“I was thinking we could scissor-! …Is that okay with you, Yukina?”
The smaller woman smiled widely.
“Yes.”
With little reluctance, she opened her legs up and draped them over Lisa’s own. In response, the brunette woman laughed softly.
“Okay…! just please let me know if you’d like to stop.”
She leaned down and kissed Yukina’s forehead. Lisa then adjusted her legs, ensuring that one of hers was placed above her partner’s to ensure they could maintain the position. Due to the size of the couch, her thigh pressed up firmly against the cushions, all the while her pussy was pressed directly against her girlfriend’s. Yukina attempted to remain silent, but the feeling of the bassist’s sopping pussy against her own aching clit had her in a daze. There she was, outwardly allowing herself to whimper at their contact, showing Lisa the side of her that was for her eyes only. She gave a slight thrust of her hips; testing the waters in a way.
Holy shit, that felt good.
Yukina gave another thrust; much more firm this time.
Even better.
She quickly grew comfortable, slowly grinding her hips into Lisa. Following her increase in pace, she took note of the increasingly sensual sounds her partner let out, and the feeling of her growing wetness dripping along her thigh.
“Ah-! Y-Yukina…!”
The brunette woman bit her lip and took a firmer grasp at the surface beneath her. Lisa started moving against Yukina, meeting every move of her’s. She firmly rubbed against the vocalist’s movements, making them both moan. Every move Yukina made was met by pleasured cries and strong thrusts.
“Y-yes…!”
At that point, Yukina finally let herself go.
As did Lisa.
There they were, passionately scissoring each other. They had nothing to hold back. Yukina let out the softest, sweetest moans effortlessly; She was lost in the moment.
What was she doing before all this again?
“God… Lisa-!”
She rested her head on Lisa’s shoulder, grabbing her tightly on mere instinct.
“L-Lisa…”
She rested one of her hands atop her girlfriend’s, which still firmly grasped the fabric of the couch beneath them. The vocalist’s fingers traced along Lisa’s sweaty hand, as if to ease her. What became immediately obvious was that Lisa’s breathing had sped up.
“Ngh-! Yukina-!”
Yukina’s voice was nothing more than a soft whimper at this point, which was barely audible over the sound of the clashing of their bodies.
“Lisa…”
In one word, without a proper warning, Yukina came undone. Waves and pulses piled upon each other, making the vocalist see stars. Piles upon piles of shockwaves built up inside her, practically exploding like fireworks. There she was, a shaking mess, as time slowed and the warm feeling in her abdomen took its release. Her gushing fluids came free, leaving a mess in their path. But something else caught the woman’s wavering awareness.
Warmth.
The familiar warmth of the woman she loved, hugging her tightly to her chest, legs locked around her and shaking. But the warmth only grew in Lisa’s lower body. She’d reached her climax as well. A mess of slick moisture built up between them, and it had become apparent it had them covered more than they had anticipated. Yukina couldn’t help but bring her face away from Lisa, wanting to say something. Whatever it was, she was shut up with a kiss before she could begin. Contrary to everything that had just happened, it was soft and innocent, in a way that wouldn’t make people bat an eye in public. Just a simple, sweet kiss.
Lisa pulled away, a small smile on her face.
“…Yukina. I love you.”
There they sat for a moment, in mere silence. Nothing had to be said.
“…You as well.”
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“I’m… nervous, Chisato.”Kanon spoke in a mere whisper, stationed atop her girlfriend’s lap. She hugged the jellyfish plushie Chisato had bought her that very day, burying her hopelessly red face into it. Truth be told, Kanon wouldn’t have been in this situation if she hadn’t been so affectionate with Chisato in the first place. Both of them had a stressful day, so perhaps that’s why they’d been especially cuddly. Even so, it was all innocent fun.Right?“You’re nervous…?” Chisato inquired.Her girlfriend simply nodded, unsure of how to express what she felt.“Is there any particular reason?”“I…”Kanon’s voice trailed off. She took a moment to gather her thoughts with a soft sigh. Within the vast sea of thoughts that Kanon found herself in, she could only find it in her to express one.“I know I can tell you anything… but…”She went silent once again, the words getting caught up in her throat. In theory, it should have been simple. Someone like Kaoru could spit it out with ease. I want to take this further. Just further. Not even necessarily sex. Something more than what they were doing now. As pleasant as Chisato’s lap was, Kanon wanted more. Was that selfish of her? Should she even say anything?“I want to tell you something.”Kanon managed to choke the words out, her head still spinning. Through it all, she was able to meet Chisato’s warm gaze.“…What is it?”“I want to take this further.”Upon realizing what she said and seeing Chisato’s startled face, Kanon recoiled.“Kanon…”The voice of her girlfriend brought Kanon back to her senses. Before her was Chisato. Although she was clearly shocked, it was obvious that she wasn’t angry. Nothing even remotely like that. Before the blue haired girl could process this further, she felt a hand softly cup her cheek.“Is that why you’re nervous?”She nodded shyly. Before long, Chisato cupped the other side of her face with a shaky palm. And then she kissed her. It was a bit awkward, with Chisato twitching and Kanon stumbling due to being caught off guard. Is she… nervous too? Kanon took note of the thought crossing her mind, but it was quickly thrown aside when she felt Chisato’s breath against her lips. She let out a soft squeak as the breath of her lover sent shockwaves through her body. She felt herself melt further and further into the kiss as she allowed her own mouth to open and for Chisato’s tongue to enter her mouth. Even so, she moves with uncertainty. They both do. Chisato breaks away for a mere moment, muttering something under her breath.“It’s okay, Kanon. I’m nervous, too.”The blonde girl returned her lips to Kanon’s own. This action was met with a soft whimper from Kanon, which further encouraged her girlfriend. She gently nipped at her lower lip, being met with another pleasured sound of approval. The smell of her perfume and her sweet taste lingering in her mouth may as well have put Kanon in a trance. She was utterly enthralled with her partner. It only continued as her partner's lips trailed down to her neck. The shorter woman held her palm gently against the back of Kanon’s neck while trailing tender kisses along it. Upon kissing a particular spot, Kanon moaned softly.“Chisato-”Without hesitation, Kanon felt the sensation of Chisato’s lips dissipate as her partner returned her gaze.“You’re not uncomfortable with this, are you?”The drummer shook her head.“No, continue…!”Kanon slowly removed her cardigan, giving her girlfriend more access to her bare skin. She couldn’t deny it anymore. The wetness filling her panties was unmistakable. The flushed cheeks of her bassist girlfriend only intensified the feeling.“Well, before I do, we should have a… safeword. I wouldn’t forgive myself if I crossed your boundaries”, Chisato said. In response, Kanon glanced around and noticed that her jellyfish plush had fallen onto the floor during their exchange.“Jellyfish?”It seemed Chisato had noticed that the plushie caught Kanon’s attention once again.“Okay,” Kanon laughed. “Jellyfish.”The bassist left a soft kiss on Kanon’s forehead, chuckling. But within a mere moment, she had removed Kanon from her lap and reached for the hem of her own dress. With steadier hands, Chisato lifted the hem and slipped out of her dress.“Chisato-!?”She smiled shyly, lightly holding Kanon’s wrist and drawing her hand to her body. With her guiding hand, Kanon’s finger grazed across Chisato’s stomach. The blue haired woman hesitantly traced her hand along Chisato’s thin body and buried her face into her breasts.“You’re so pretty…”Chisato took the opportunity to remove Kanon’s shirt and skirt. She moved with precision and caution, only being encouraged by her girlfriend hesitantly removing Chisato’s bra and panties. They leaned into each other, simply embracing the other’s body heat.“Let me see you,” Chisato whispered.Kanon climbed off of Chisato, although admittedly with caution. Even so, she kept a soft grip on her by pinning her down. It hadn’t even occurred to her that she was doing so until the embarrassment settled into the bassist’s face. She would have scrambled off of her if it wasn’t for Chisato’s nod of approval. Even so, Kanon’s focus wavered due to how mesmerized she was with her girlfriend’s body.“You’re beautiful,” Kanon breathed. Chisato smiled back, in a way Kanon had never seen before. Admittedly, it fucked with her in all the right ways, sending a swarm of butterflies in her stomach that threatened to overwhelm her. If she stood by and just looked at her, Kanon would surely burst. Even so, she hesitated slightly.“Are you still nervous…?”“Y-yeah.”“Would you feel better if we held hands…?”The blue haired woman blinked. “Yes.”The two girls adjusted their position, with the two shifting their hands and intertwining them. As simple as it was, Kanon felt her pussy moisten at the feeling of Chisato’s fingers caressing her. It baffled her how something so simple could turn her on even further. Unable to resist Chisato for any longer, the drummer kissed her partner’s neck. She made the prettiest sounds Kanon had ever heard. Each soft moan and whisper had a sort of melodic quality that Kanon couldn’t quite place; like an angel. That was what she may as well be to her at this point. An angel. With a soft trail of kisses and nibbles at Chisato’s fair skin, the sounds only became more sensual. With shaking lips, Kanon found herself face-to-face with Chisato’s breasts.“It’s okay, Kanon,” Chisato reassured her.She bashfully lowered her head and pressed her lips to Chisato’s erect nipple. Pursing her lips slightly, she sucks on it gently.“Kanon-! Ah-!”Chisato threw her head back, her pale blonde hair sprawling out upon impact. Kanon broke away slightly, stunned. It must have been the best sound yet. Desiring more, she began working her mouth once again. She teased Chisato with her tongue, taking a newfound pleasure in the cries Chisato let out. She switched her mouth to Chisato’s other breast, getting the very same response. She felt her girlfriend’s hands grip her own tightly. Kanon kept going, and Chisato kept moaning.“Wait-! Kanon…!”The drummer removed her mouth from Chisato’s breasts, slightly startled. Had she gotten carried away? She silently and nervously awaited Chisato’s response.“I… like the way your mouth feels,” she admits, her face utterly flushed. “Could I… ask you to do something-?”Chisato seemingly took notice of the slightly distressed expression that plastered Kanon’s face.“It’s okay, It’s not anything bad.”Kanon simply took a deep breath and braced herself for her partner’s response.“I’d like you to perform oral on me.”The taller girl felt herself clam up and shake. Heat engulfed her body, and her stomach fluttered so hard it threatened to burst open. She gently bit her lip, trying not to let her nervousness get the best of her. It can’t; not now. Without intending to make herself appear like even more of a mess, Kanon furiously nods. Seeing her hesitation, Chisato softly kissed her lips.“Don’t force yourself, Kanon. Only do it if you want to.”“I do want to-!”“I trust that you can, Kanon. We’re both so nervous, but here we are.”Kanon felt herself get a bit choked up. But even through that, she lowered her head to Chisato’s pussy. Looking at it up close was surreal to say the least, but absolutely not in a bad way. She was fairly clean-shaven, which the other girl couldn’t say about her own. And beneath the lips was a glossy, soaking, wonderfully rosy pink cunt Kanon swore she could get lost in. But if it meant being lost, so be it. With that, she took the final plunge, pushing Chisato’s leg aside and circling her entrance with her tongue. The taste was unfamiliar, but she’d be lying if she said it was bad. Especially not when Chisato was letting out the most beautiful sounds in response. The girl allowed her tongue to enter Chisato, using it to prod at her and find the places she was most sensitive. During her pursuit, she found her lips actively sucking on Chisato’s clit. That was what seemed to be working the best, so she continued, still attempting to tease her girlfriend’s sensitive pussy with her tongue where she could. She practically buried her face in the bassist’s warm heat, her nose unintentionally rubbing at Chisato as she continued to eat her out.This was something she never knew she needed. The warmth and wetness of Chisato had her going crazy. How could something be so comforting yet so undeniably exciting and arousing? Intent on continuing, Kanon finally gave herself permission to speed up. Chisato let out the loudest cries she’d ever heard, expressing the pleasure welling up within her.“Kanon-! I… Y-You’re so good! Ah-!”The blonde began grinding herself against Kanon’s face, presumably desperate for more friction. Kanon flinched in response, but that only increased the wetness between her own legs. Chisato began to rub up against her faster. Faster. Faster still. Kanon did her very best to meet them with her mouth. She must have been doing something right, because Chisato spoke very promising words.“I’m… I- I’m… close-!”To brace herself, Kanon gripped tightly on her partner’s thighs and began to ease her efforts to ensure Chisato wouldn’t be too overwhelmed once she reached her limit. That was the last thing she would want to happen.“K-Kanon-!”With only a brief warning, Chisato’s pussy gave out and desperately leaked with her cum. It coated Kanon’s face, startling her. Luckily, she was able to remain against Chisato, as that’s what she likely would have requested. After the bassist’s climax, she left Kanon’s face hopelessly warm and sticky with a taste of her, and her own body weak. Even so, she smiled at Kanon.“You look so pretty, even when you’re covered in my discharge,” she whispered with such undeniable love and truth. Kanon simply held her girlfriend’s hands gently, smiling back with what felt like all the love in the world.“I love you, Kanon.”“I love you too, Chisato.”
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Hey guys. It’s been awhile. I’ve been in and out of the hospital (Multiple Reasons…). So after my… incident that occurred, I decided to take a much needed break from the internet. I was constantly made fun of on the internet and people have been BEGGING me for the past year to give an update. So fine. You guys win.
So in case you guys are somehow new. Last year I got a used car. A 2007 Red Mustang to be specific. (DO NOT LET ANYBODY TELL YOU OTHERWISE THEY ARE WRONG) I felt… attracted to it. So I kinda stuck my dick in it. It felt incredible. The wetness, the tightness, and just everything about it was amazing. It went up in flames afterwards and I miss it every day. I yearn for it.
I decided to fess up. Ever since then, my life has been in shambles.
I should probably say that the harassment has been the least of my worries. Yeah it gets annoying, but that wasn’t the main reason I took a break from the internet. It was much, much worse…
So about 2 weeks after I posted about my cum-stang, I noticed some things that were weird about me. (Not just mentally. Like physically wrong with me) I’m going to be as fucking blunt as hummanly possible when I say this. I got diagnosed with MULTIPLE STDs.
I have NO FUCKING CLUE how I got them… originally. I have never had sexual intercourse with a human. SO I thought, “Oh must’ve been some skin to skin thing.” But then they found traces of oil in my dick.
… My mustang that mind you, IS GONE, was FUCKED by MORE people than JUST ME. I HAVE NEVER FELT SO DUMBFOUNDED YET UNDERSTOOD AT THE SAME TIME. So apparently these other people who have fucked this cum-stang (ig that’s what we are calling it) were lucky enough to NOT have it blow up.
So alas… I was the one who broke the streak. It sucks knowing that cum-stang could have had more of an impact on society. But yet again, it DOES mean that there are other people out there who have fucked the same motorized vehicle as me…
So if any of you guys are out there and see this. Please notify me ;-;
UPDATE: THREE SEPARATE PEOPLE HAVE REACHED OUT TO ME AND PROVIDED LEGITIMATE EVIDENCE THAT THEY HAD THE SAME CAR AS ME. HOLY SHIT.
UPDATE 2: IT'S FIVE NOW
UPDATE 3: APPARENTLY THERE WAS ALREADY A GROUP CHAT FOR THE PEOPLE WHO FUCKED CUM-STANG
UPDATE 4: CUM-STANG’S NAME IS APPARENTLY DAVID (I FUCKED A DUDE.
I’M GAY
)
UPDATE 5: ONE OF MY FELLOW DAVID-DOERS JUST DIED.
UPDATE 6: THIS IS GETTING BAD
Smashing and Smashing
“Alright let’s do this” I say to my girlfriend.
“Yeah I’m ready” she says back to me.
We have started doing this thing where we play Super Smash Bros Ultimate and whoever wins dominates the other in sex. It’s pretty fucking genius in my opinion.
“Oh my god, yes!” said my submissive girlfriend. (I won)
I grab her tits and immediately start sucking on them. They’re massive and beautiful to look at.
“Please be gentle, they get really sensitive.”
I give out a light chuckle and proceed to tease her beautiful nipples with my tongue.
“Ah fuck yes!” she says with some of the hottest moans she has let out so far.
“I’m going to cum” I say as I proceed to well… cum. (Shocker)
After I blow my load (into the condom that I was wearing) and my girlfriend lets out the hottest moan ever, we take a quick break and go back to Smash. I pick Palutena, my gf goes Sephiroth.
“I see we’re picking the hot ones.” I said, winking at my girlfriend.
Flustered, she says, “Oh shut it, you.” and we press start.
I give it my all, mainly spamming explosive flame and neutral airing at any given moment, but unfortunately, a well timed octoslash on her behalf led to my last stock being taken out.
“Well, shit,” I say staring at my girlfriend, “looks like I lost. I guess I should give myself up then.” I bite my lip and wink at her another time.
“You bet” my girlfriend says with a very seductive look on her face.
She immediately pounces on top of me, quickly unzipping my pants, sliding on a condom, and slides my cock into her already sopping wet vagina. She proceeds to immediately start moving up and down frantically, barely giving me any time to recollect myself after her quick actions.
“You will only cum when I say you do.” she says sternly to me.
“Y-yes” I say whimpering. “P-please just slow down.”
She then proceeds to speed up. (Well that was fucking wortless)
At this point I’m on the brink of a nut. Her bouncing tits are way too much for me to handle.
“C-can I pleas-” but I immediately get cut off with a loud “NO!” from her.
I’m fucking whimpering and moaning at this point and my girlfriend can look on and amusement as I embarrass myself in from of her.
In pity she says “okay, you can cum now.”
I immediately shoot my shot inside of her. She gives a very dominant moan as she says “yes that’s it.”
After we get our mess cleaned up, we decide to start dinner. Once we were done with our delicious meal my girlfriend says,
“Round Three?”
I say, “y’know what… sure.”
“Ok then, we’re going Final Destination, No Items, Fox Only on this one!”
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“Aaron Stevens, nothing more than the average young, handsome, intelligent, and strong multimillionaire. Graduated top of his class in both high school and college, and he used his astounding intellect when he started his company, A-Rix, the biggest cybersecurity company in America. Aaron is not only known for his large brain but also his large heart. Not to mention…”
“Blah blah blah.” thought Aaron. He enjoyed that his marketing team wanted to help him get closer to the people, but it’s gotten to a point where he feels like they’re trying to make him look more like a god than a person. “Remember, we want this biography to be able to speak to everyone who looks up to me, including those who weren’t born with the same opportunities that I had. I just wanna make sure that we keep those people in mind” said Aaron, tapping a fountain pen against his desk.
“Alright sir, I’ll make sure to do just that.”
“Thank you” Aaron said while breathing a sigh of relief. “So, were we at with the development on that UI for our next OS model?”
“Oh. We’re halfway through development, we were talking to your secretary about it today, but she said that you already had its launch planned.”
Aaron gripped his pen tightly, you see, he and his secretary had this little game that they played as they worked, she would do what she could to annoy him, and then he had to do his best to not be annoyed, but if he does get annoyed, then he has to punish her, but when he does, he has to buy her whatever she wants for the next few days.
Aaron leans closer to the phone. “John?”
“Yes sir?”
“Let me call you back.” Aaron said while pressing a button on his phone, ending the call. Aaron immediately dialed an extension and waited.
“Yes sir?” A deep, husky voice answered. It was the voice of Aaron’s head of security personnel, Jack Mayers.
“Yeah Jack, it’s me, listen, is Victoria still in?” Aaron said whilst reaching into his lowest desk drawer.
“Yes sir. I’m currently near her office now.” Jack said, looking at a door with a nameplate that read “Victoria Castia”
“Tell her to come up to my office.” Aaron said whilst putting on a pair of white leather gloves. “Better for impact,” Aaron told himself whilst tightening them.
Jack sighed, knowing what was about to happen “…...okay sir…...”
Aaron spun his chair around and waited.
Eventually, he heard the ding of the elevator from behind his satin-lined chair, the light from it illuminating his dark office.
“Sit down Victoria,” Aaron said calmly, his tone not wavering even a decibel.
Victoria, his beautiful secretary, sat down in the chair across from his desk, her beautiful caramel skin and emerald, green eyes illuminated under the moon’s light. Her curves were tightly pressed against her purple silk low-cut blouse.
“What’s this about, Aaron?” Victoria said in a seductive tone, a smirk forming across her face, she in fact, knew exactly what this was about.
Aaron simply breathed a deep heavy sigh before standing up with his back to her before issuing an order.
“Strip.”
Victoria slightly squeaked, both excited that she had won, and aroused with Aaron’s commanding presence. As she began to strip down to her lacey black lingerie she looked up and saw Aaron removing his suit jacket, rolling his sleeves up, and placing his watch on his desk.
Aaron removed his belt and stretched it over the backs of both of his shoulders. As he turned around and eyed Victoria up and down, he sat down back in his chair.
“Get over here.” Aaron said, looking at Victoria like she was nothing more than a toy.
Victoria walked over to Aaron, standing next to him as he ran a hand up her body, until he abruptly grabbed her neck, bending her over his knee.
“Ooo, what are you gonna do to me?” Victoria said, putting her head in her hands.
Aaron could’ve turned back, he could’ve reconsidered this decision and saved his wallet a lot of stress for the next two days, but that’s not how he worked.
Aaron brought his hand to Victoria’s ass, the sound of the impact and Victoria’s sudden moan echoing throughout the office.
“We’re going to start from here and continue until you count to twenty.” Aaron said in a gravel-like voice whilst looking at Victoria with a strict stare. “Understand?”
“Ooo, what if I-“ Victoria felt the sudden impact of Aaron’s hand come down again as her knees slightly buckled from the pain. “That didn’t sound like you were counting to twenty.” Aaron said, his tone getting stricter. Victoria’s legs trembled slightly, as she felt like her body was melting like butter over Aaron’s knee. “Now. Count.” Aaron said, far more strict than before.
“Yes sir…” Victoria said, her legs slightly weak from the anticipation.
For the first 10 spanks, Aaron had used his hand, but to make sure the lesson stung, he used his belt for the last 10.
As Victoria laid over Aaron’s knee, her mascara running due to tears, Aaron, ignoring his now wet thigh, reached into his desk and gave her ass a coating of Arnica cream.
“So, what have we learned today?” Aaron asked.
“That if I interfere with your plans I get as much fun as I want.” Victoria said in a teasing voice.
Aaron paused for a moment. “…You know, if you want to keep going, I have a paddle at my penthouse.”
“Ooo” Victoria moaned, completely invested in the idea.
As the two got dressed, Aaron left a voice memo. “Hey John, Victoria just told me she’s having some joint pain, I don’t think she’ll be walking by tomorrow so just ask someone to fill in for her.”
Victoria nearly squealed, she liked the sound of that.