#i am… hornier than i have been in awhile

[pxssyboyares]

the t-shot day urge to text him

#ares.txt #personal #mlm nsft #nsft mlm #ftm nsft #i am… hornier than i have been in awhile

[toxophilitis]

No Virgin Schoolteacher   cont

CHAPTER EIGHT

Warren didn't say when he'd meet her again. But Jamie knew he was a very busy man and that it would be awhile before she could expect another round with him. That was too bad, because she felt hornier than ever.

The more he taught her about love-making, the more lusty she got. That evening when she went home, she was almost shaking with need. Warren's expert pussy-eating had been fantastic, but it only made her want more -- and right away.

Well, she was out of luck. Warren was busy every night that week, and he had to have several dates for the weekend. That was his style. The whole school joked about it. Warren was a good teacher, but his leisure time was devoted to juggling lusty women.

Jamie wondered how she'd survive till she saw him again. She could always read her sex manual and beat off and fantasize, but that didn't do much far her now. She wanted a real live lover. The evening promised to be a very frustrating one.

After dinner she tried to watch TV, but her mind kept wandering. She recalled every delicious second of her lunch hour, the hot salty taste of Warren's come, the exquisite pleasure she'd gotten from his sucking and tonguing. Soon she was drenching her panties with molten cunt juice.

"Oh, hell!" she moaned. "What am I going to do?"

Probably the easiest way to get to sleep would be to beat off till she collapsed. Sighing, she went to her room and undressed. She read the sex manual for awhile, then turned off the light and lay on top of the covers, caressing her naked body.

With the light out, it was easier to pretend that Warren was with her, feeling her all over, about to make love to her. She slid a hand between her thighs and touched the fever-hot swollen flesh of her pussy. It felt nice to stroke herself there, but not nearly as exciting as Warren's big wet tongue.

Well, it would just have to do, because there was no other way for her to get off. She began rubbing her middle finger stiffly over her sizzling slit, giving herself a steady buzz of pleasure. She tried very hard to fantasize that her finger was Warren's tongue.

"Yes, yessss, baby!" she moaned. "Lick me all over, don't stop!"

But her fantasy wasn't working very well, and then to make matters worse, she heard voices outside her window, distracting her. There was a man's husky voice and a girl's high giggling. Sighing deeply, Jamie opened her eyes and squinted into the darkness.

It was a hot night, and she'd left her window open. She suspected her neighbors were trying to beat the heat, too. There was another apartment building right behind hers, and she'd noticed a young couple moving into the apartment across the way. It sounded like they were climbing out onto the fire escape.

"Greg, this is crazy," the girl giggled.

"Aw, come on, Tawny!" he laughed. "What's life without a little adventure?"

Jamie's fantasy was destroyed, and she couldn't beat off with the distraction of voices just a few feet away. But maybe she could get something out of the evening after all. She could spy on the neighbor couple and hope they did something exciting.

Naked, she slipped off the bed and crawled over to the open window. She parted the curtains just a little and peered out. Sure enough, Greg and Tawny were hauling their mattress out on the fire escape, where it would be a lot cooler to sleep. Jamie hoped they decided to do more than sleep.

Greg was wearing only his shorts, and Tawny was wearing a matching tank top and panties. She had a terrific body, tail and slim yet big titted. Her thick honey-blonde hair fell to her shoulders. Greg was watching her braless tits wobble as they struggled with the mattress.

"Terrific idea, honey," Tawny said dryly. "I'm more sweaty than ever from dragging this damned mattress."

"Then take off your clothes," Greg leered. "That's what I'm gonna do."

He stripped off his shorts and tossed them in the window, Tawny gasped.

"Greg, you nut!" she cried. "You can't sit out on the fire escape naked! You could get arrested!"

"Aw, nobody's awake," he laughed. "Come on, take off your clothes."

He lunged for Tawny and whipped off her top. She gasped, tried to cover her big tits, and glanced around to see if any of the neighbors were looking out their windows. She seemed satisfied that she and Greg were the only ones awake, but she still looked uneasy.

"The panties, too," Greg leered.

"No way!" Tawny gasped.

He dived for her and started pulling off her panties. She let out a squeal, and he said, "Sssshhh, you don't wanta wake the neighbors, honey."

Tawny quieted down a little, but she was still muttering protests as Greg whisked off her panties. Jamie was watching everything, wide-eyed and excited. She was sure Greg was interested in more than getting his wife cool and comfortable.

As they wrestled around on the mattress, his cock was getting hard. Jamie eyed it and almost moaned with longing. She wished she had a nice hard cock to play with right now. She wished she had Warren in her bed, warming her up for losing her cherry.

Was she going to be a virgin forever? She was really beginning to wonder. God knows she'd tried her best to give it away, and Warren seemed eager to help her, but every time they got together they were frustrated. Jamie squirmed and shivered with lust.

"Greg, for heaven's sake," Tawny giggled, "stop that. We can't get it on out here."

Greg had her down on the mattress, half pinning her with his powerful body, and he was playing with her pussy. He was rubbing a stiff finger over her slit, and she was pushing at his shoulders, trying to shove him away. But as he stroked her gash, she began to moan and writhe. Pretty soon she went limp and opened her legs wide.

"Damn you!" she moaned. "Don't get me hot!"

"I think I already did," he leered.

He drew his finger from between her legs and showed her that it was wet and glistening with her cream. Tawny blushed and tried again to wriggle out from under him, but it was no use. He moved fully on top of her and kissed her.

"Mmmmmmm!" she moaned.

Jamie felt molten cream running down her legs. She was in the privacy of her own bedroom, so there was no reason she couldn't beat off. She just had to remember not to make a sound. The neighbor couple were so close, they'd hear her.

She slid her middle finger stiffly between the slick hot folds of her pussy and started rubbing back and forth. It felt nice, and it helped ease her hot lust a little. But she never took her eyes off Greg and Tawny. She was sure now that she was going to witness some hot action.

Greg kissed his gorgeous blonde wife sensuously, working his tongue in her mouth, till she stopped struggling. Then he started kissing his way down her body, over her full stiff nippled tits, her flat belly, and her golden bush. He pushed her legs wide open and nosed between them, and Tawny gave a hoarse gurgle of pleasure.

"Oh, honey, yessss!" she hissed. "Lick me!" Jamie barely stopped a moan of envy and lust. She ached to have Warren going down on her again. She'd never felt anything more delicious in her life than his big wet tongue and expert lips on her pussy. That brief session had made her ravenous for more.

"Ooooooh, shit, ooooooh!" Tawny moaned.

Jamie wondered why she was torturing herself by watching. She could have closed the window and gone to bed. But something kept her there, even though she seethed with need and envy. Maybe there was something more to learn, something she could try later with Warren.

Greg was flicking the stiff tip of his tongue up and down over his wife's swollen clit giving her hot little stabs of pleasure. Tawny was really into it now, flat on her back and with her legs bent and wide open. Her pretty face twisted into a horny grimace as Greg tongued her.

"Unnnnnhh, damn, I never can resist that!" she moaned, clawing the mattress.

"I know," Greg chuckled, "that's why I'm doing it."

"But don't you think we should go inside, honey?" she asked breathlessly.

Greg obviously didn't think so, and he silenced her by shoving his lips down around her throbbing clit. He started sucking her off, and Tawny almost flew off the mattress. She struggled not to wail in ecstasy as he sucked her most sensitive organ.

"Ugggghhh!" she gurgled. "Unnnhhh?" Jamie just wished she could imitate the wonderful sensations Tawny was getting from Greg's sucking lips, but there was no way she could do that with her fingers. She did the best she could, though, grasping her slick clit between her thumb and forefinger, kneading it fast.

Her whole hand was soon soaked with her spurting sticky cunt juice as she masturbated and listened to Tawny's hoarse moans of pleasure. The pretty blonde housewife had her eyes squeezed shut, blotting out everything but the exquisite sensations she was getting.

"Greg, honey, I'm gonna come!" she whimpered.

Greg made sure of it, sucking even harder and faster on her nearly-burstingclit. Jamie could hear the lewd wet sounds of his sucking, and it drove her wild. She kneaded her throbbing clit even faster. She wondered who'd come first, her or Tawny.

Tawny beat her by just a couple of seconds. The big-titted young blonde arched her body till her ass left the mattress, hungrily shoving her clit harder against Greg's sucking lips. Then she began a steady hoarse moan as he sucked her over the top.

"Ooooooh, fuck, shit, unnnnhhhhhh!" she cried. "Unnnnnhhh, I'm comingggg, oooooh!"

Jamie clapped her free hand over her mouth to muffled her groan of bliss as she brought herself off. She gave her clit one long last squeeze and felt her bones rattled by a shatterig orgasm. She slumped to her knees and convulsed.

Still muffling her hoarse moans of pleasure, she heard Tawny whining and sobbing as she climaxed. After almost a minute the sounds faded. Jamie dizzily peered out the window again and watched Greg lifting his cream drenched face from his wife's smoking slit.

"See?" he grinned. "We can make out on the fire escape. Nobody's complained yet."

And nobody's going to, Jamie thought wickedly.

If anybody else was watching the young couple, they were probably getting off on it just like Jamie. She'd just climaxed pretty hard, but she kept her hand between her thighs, stroking and arousing her wet slit, famished for more pleasure.

Now Greg was turning Tawny over onto her belly. He grasped her hips and drew her up into the doggy-position. She got wide-eyed and glanced around again, fearing that someone might see them. She gasped as Greg slid his long thick cock into her cunt.

"Greg, no, that's insane!" she cried. "We can't fuck out here! Ohhhh, God -- unnnhh!" Her alarmed tone of voice dissolved into lusty gurgles as Greg began fucking her fast and deep. She dug her nails into the mattress and held on tight, her body shaken by the impact of his lusty fucking. Her gorgeous big tits swung heavily back and forth.

"Oooooh, fuck it to me, fuck it to meeeee!" she wailed.

Obviously she'd stopped worrying about waking the neighbors, because she was making quite a bit of noise now, moaning and squealing as her lusty husband fucked into her faster and faster. Jamie glanced around and spotted one window with the curtain just slightly open. She grinned.

She knew who lived there, a mousy little guy who worked as an accountant and kept about a dozen cats for company. She pictured him watching the fucking couple and jacking off. Go for it, honey, she thought wickedly.

He wasn't going to report Greg and Tawny, and neither was Jamie. This definitely beat watching TV. Jamie focused on Greg's huge hammering cock, and she slid her middle finger into her cunt and finger-fucked herself to his hard rhythm. But one finger didn't give her the thickness she wanted, the thickness of a genuine cock.

She shoved another finger into her slick steaming cunt, and even that wasn't enough. She ached to know what it was like to fuck. She worked a third finger into her seething pussy, cramming herself full of stiff meat. That was more like it.

She finger-fucked herself deep and hard, and she started coming just as Greg and Tawny did. That was lucky, because she could moan and groan all she wanted without them hearing her. They were making plenty of noise of their own.

"Awwwww, shit, awwwww!" Greg bawled.

"Ooooooh, honey, yessss, cream meeeee!" Tawny wailed.

"Unnnhhhh, fuck, unnnnnhhhhh!" Jamie groaned, her cunt exploding with pleasure.

When she'd finished coming, she saw that her neighbors were fucked out for the night. They settled down, and she closed the window, went to her bed, and picked up the phone. She called Warren's number, and he answered in a sleepy voice.

"This is Jamie," she said.

"Jamie?" he whispered. "Hey, I can't talk now! My, uh, date's here with me!"

"I'm not surprised," Jamie said. "I just want to give you one short message, Warren. Tomorrow is your last chance to do that little job for me. If I'm still a virgin tomorrow night, I'm looking for somebody else."

She hung up before he could reply.

[octopunkmedia]

Hi! My friend and I recently played D:BH and when we dipped a toe into the fandom, we found a LOT of Reed900. That confused us, because we hadn't even seen RK900 after our first playthrough and Reed seemed the opposite of nice. I finally watched your film and I really admire all the work you put into it, but I still don't understand. I love hearing people talk about the things they love, though, so could you explain what it is about RK900 that motivated you to make a whole-ass movie?

I've been in this fandom since literally day one, so I witnessed the origins of Reed900 and its growth personally (at least English speaking fandom. Russian fandom could be quite different). When DBH first came out, HankCon was definitely the dominant ship and primary reason we were all here, with some love going to Connor/Markus and Simon/Markus as well. A lot of people were non shipper fans. And you also had a handful of Connor/Gavin folks but no one gave Reed much development for the first 7 or 8 weeks. And at this time we all saw RK900 as evil. No one had any real "soft" headcanons for him. I remember seeing the Harrison Ford meme go around at that time where Connor was "Baby boy, baby" and RK900 was "Evil."

However, two things happened that changed this. One, a couple people started pointing out some of Gavin's dumb charm, like not being able to say "fuck" properly and winking with both eyes, which softened us to him. On top of that, as Hankcon casefics were written more and more, it started to become common to have Gavin as a background character at the DPD. And in many of these Hankcon fics, there was a subplot about how RK900 showed up and became Gavin's partner (often those stories were from Connor's POV and dealt with his feelings of meeting an upgrade of himself). Coupled with this, a lot of artists like Don Lemefo were making extraordinary beautiful art of Reed900 together, entertaining the concept of them being partners.

The fandom started to agree rather quickly that RK900 and Reed being partnered just made sense - and to me, I think this stems from the HankCon arc in the base game. Take a detective droid like Connor and have the asshole cop learn to love him - but Reed900 inverts many of the Hankcon tropes quite intentionally.

As more fics were written, people gave Gavin the habit of smoking to be "the opposite" of Hank's drinking. They gave Gavin a cat to be the opposite of Hank's dog. Many times Gavin is shown as anxious to contrast with Hank having depression. And then, we kind of can't ignore the big sexy elephant in the room lol. In Reed900, the human detective is generally seen as the bottom, while in HankCon, the human is generally seen as the top (don't @ me, I am speaking in majorities, not absolutes). As for 900, he is often a harder version than Connor - more sarcastic, more "take no shit," more aggressive in his dynamic with his human. I once saw someone say Reed900 was invented to give Gavin a dom, and I can't really disagree with that - although D/s and BDSM fics for HankCon absolutely did exist (there's one called Scratch that comes to mind) Reed900 seemed a more organic outlet for that sort of expression, imo. The fics I saw for Reed900 at that time were much more extreme, much more masochistic, just generally kinkier than it's sister ship.

So Reed900 provides a similar attractive dynamic, but offers a different version of HankCon, and allows writers to start from day ONE of their meeting rather than having the baggage of canon to deal with. Very quickly they started to become of equal importance to the fandom as Hankcon was, often paired up together as sister ships in solidarity. Kind of a Goofus and Galiant double date, where HankCon were loving and doting and Reed900 were the old married couple who called each other "assholes." Of course over time, fandom can't resist fluff, so Reed900 evolved from its BDSM/hatesex roots and a few slow burns like Fuck Pride and Like A Light I'm Luring You, along with some more comedic fics like DPD, cemented the idea that Gavin and 900 could actually LOVE each other. Even in the case of slow burns that were still sexy, like No Strings Attached, the softer side of the ship rose to become what I feel is now the most widespread version of the boys in English speaking fandom. Fanon Gavin was also softer and usually given a lot more redemption and development compared to his canon origin.

It always confuses me when people tell me that DE is the only Reed900 they enjoy because "regular Reed900 is too abusive." I have not seen such a thing in YEARS at this point. The overwhelming majority of Reed900 content created in the past year and a half has been incredibly soft, and very similar to how they are portrayed in Evolution. I did not invent that - it was pulled from all of my experience in fandom. The only thing I can say is that Russian fandom seems to have still held on to the idea of RK900 as a dominant tank, because I get a lot of comments from them about how my Nines is too soft compared to their version of him.

Also regarding the name Nines - I first saw this used in a fic by TerminallyDepraved back in July 2018 or so. Richard was the most popular name at first (a joke of his nickname being "dick", because....Gavin), especially because Brandon McCauley used it in what was, at the time, the most visible Reed900 casefic/slow burn series. It was also the summer of a thousand names of 900 lol, as every damn fic had a different one back then. Kay, Ace, Alex, Conner, Oleg (wtf Russia), Conrad, Conan, Collin, and some just left it RK or R. Over time the Richard name kinda faded for English speakers (although Russia holds it high still) and Nines/RK are pretty much the main ones I've seen for some time. Nines took awhile to catch on, as it's the name of a character in Nier Automata as well and that was hard for some of us to reconcile, but eventually it stuck.

TLDR, why I personally love Reed900 is a whole other story that basically comes down to "I'm Gavin and I need a Nines" (which Austin essentially is for me lol). I love enemies to lovers, I love work partners, and I love the possibilities. HankCon started to wear on me after awhile when I felt like I was reading the same thing over and over, and I eventually fell out of it. I didn't ever get that fatigue with Gavin and Nines for whatever reason. I just love them, more than I hate any of the struggle of making films, so that's the short of it.

Bear in mind this is one person's POV of how the fandom evolved so it's not an absolute truth, especially outside of English fandom. I was primarily on Tumblr and AO3 at the time but things on Twitter Jericho and Discord were not on my radar and may have been different back then (Hankcon was probably a lot hornier on Twitter Jericho than it was on Tumblr, for example).

What you gotta understand about Reed900 fandom though is 1) it wasn't random, 2) it wasn't a fucking "har har crackship" like people dismiss it as and it barely even spent time as a "rarepair", and 3) even though it isn't canon, it is so rooted in fanon at this point that there's a lot for new folks to catch up on, lol. Sorry I'm on mobile and can't put this under a cut rn - hopefully it isn't too annoyingly long. 👀

#reed900 #900gavin #detroit evolution

[avatoh]

Lassiter gets dragged to a Halloween party by Juliet which Shawn also happens to be attending. He and Shawn are both wearing masks and don’t recognize each other.

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“Come on, Carlton. Elizabeth canceled on me last minute and I am not going to this party alone!”

Lassiter sighed begrudgingly. He knew that O’Hara had been waiting all week to go to this stupid Halloween party of hers, but she had made plans with one of her friends to go with her not with him. And now this friend of hers had the absolute audacity to cancel on her like O’Hara didn’t matter or anything

“Oh, please, please, please, come with me. I totally had your back two weeks ago at the Bagel Shop shootout. Come on, I saved your life Carlton, for God’s sake!”

He couldn’t help but roll his eyes. Her “saving” his life was a little bit more exaggerated than the truth of it. But nonetheless, she did have his back. She was a good partner.

“Please! I’ll never ask you anything like this again.”

“No. I already told you, no, O’Hara. I have no idea why your “friend” decided to cancel, but I’m not your-”

“-Her mother’s in the hospital,” O’Hara cut him off. “Her mother is in the hospital and there’s a chance that she might not make it, that’s why she had to cancel.”

“Now you’re just trying to make me feel bad-”

“I’m not. Oh no, I’d never do that, I promise. It’s just there is a lot going on in my personal life, and I really, really don’t want to go to this alone. There’s like this tiny chance an ex of mine might be there and I just don’t wanna-”

“How long is it going to be?”

“If you go with me, we won’t be there longer than three hours, I swear!”

“Three hours?”

“Promise.”

That was how Lassiter found himself standing in front of his bathroom mirror, contemplating putting on some costume makeup for a make-shift costume. It was a costume party, O’Hara had explained after he had agreed to go and he absolutely had to wear something or he wouldn’t be admitted into the house. He probably wouldn’t have agreed to it if he knew it ahead of time.

In the middle of writing the word ‘Costume’ on a piece of paper and pining it to his shirt, O’Hara rang his doorbell.

“Figured,” she said, glancing at him once over. “Here. I brought you something simple you can wear .” She handed him a bag which he determined to be some sort of Frankenstein mask and gloves to conceal his hands. A truly low-effort costume. “You can put it on on the way over and I really I do appreciate you coming with me to this. And who knows? Maybe you’ll have some fun too.”

“Doubt it.”

“Come on then, let’s get going.”

The party was in a nicer part of town at some house. All Lassiter could tell about the owner of this house was that they most likely was single and had a lot of money. The place was crowded and it looked like it was a party out of the Great Gatsby. People were coming in and out of the house and he could already hear the music from inside the car as they drove past in search for parking In the end, they had to park rather far away and the music over where they were was finally soft enough for Lassiter to hear his own thoughts again, and more importantly, comment to O’Hara. “Really? A house party. You’re not in College anymore, are you?”

O’Hara rolled her eyes. “Just put on the mask and follow me, please.”

He complied. The mask was rubbery but had good ventilation, as far as masks went, and he could somewhat still see well through the painted mesh that covered his eyes. His voice did sound somewhat faint which was then made worse by the loud music as soon as they entered.

“I’ll get us some drinks, if you wanna start mingling.”

Lassiter scoffed and found himself leaning against one of the walls.

Halfway through the party and a few drinks in Lassiter still was in the same place he was when he first came in, which was near the wall near the main room. This party wasn’t too fun, at least for him, and he didn’t know anyone besides O’Hara who was preoccupied with dancing with her mutual companions.

A woman in a fantasy-style costume at one point did come up to him and asked him a question, if he wanted to get out on the floor with her. “I don’t dance,” he said, causing her to walk away with a tepid shrug without much care.

Minutes later a man in a funny full-body red superhero costume and funny voice came over to him. “Really, you don’t dance?” The stranger said. “We’re at a party. Oh, come on. I’ve been watching you here and there all evening and you’ve been all by yourself here the whole time.“

“You’ve been watching me?”

“Here and there,” The stranger clarified with a bit of a slur. Lassiter was sober enough to detect something familiar in the man’s voice, but a few drinks in as well as his own mask and the fabric that that was over the stranger’s mouth for his mask made it quite difficult to recognize it. “And saying no to such an attractive lady like that.” The man continued as he whistled, looking out into the crowd. “Or perhaps you don’t swing that way, Mr. Broad shoulders?”

Lassiter groaned. “That’s none of your business.”

“Sounds like it could be. Come on, this is part of the fun. Two strangers, both wearing masks. Nobody knows who we are. A good chance to blow off some steam. Well, if you’re looking for fun, that is. You can even dance with me if you’d like, Mr. Stein. Do more too.”

“Nope. Not a chance,” Lassiter said. His head was kind of blurry and he was trying to process what was just being said to him

“You can’t blame me for trying,” the masked superhero said as he walked away, his head hanging a little low.

Lassiter needed one more drink as he thought about what had just happened

Shawn Spencer had a hot date tonight at a Halloween party and she was prooobably somewhere in this crowd of people. It had started out as a pleasant night for him but it had been about 45 minutes since he’d seen her and honestly, he thought he saw her making out and leaving with this guy at one point. But the night was young and many people out in the crowd that looked to be fair game.

There was a ballerina, a banana,a baseball character, a cowboy, cowgirl, and a man in the corner with a mask that had the body build of a certain Detective at the Santa Barbara Police station that seemed to be by themselves.

But the woman in the banana costume was closest to him and he had a funny pickup line that he wanted to try on her.

After an obvious rejection, Shawn tried dancing with a few people and had fun for awhile, but on his way to the bar for a drink he found the Frankenstein mask man in the corner and said a few bold and suggestive things to him. And got rejected by another person that night..

In the middle of a particularly slutty song, while Shawn was twerking and had a few different people were grinding against him, the Frankenstein man appeared in front of him on the dance floor.

“Whoah, buddy, you scared me there!”

The man stood stationary on the dance floor and spoke to him, though it was rather difficult to hear him clearly through his mask. “I’ve thought about what you said,” he started.

“What part?” Shawn said, his cheeks reddening fast.

“The dancing,” he said quickly.

“Oh. I thought you said that you didn’t dance.”

“Don’t know how and it looks like you’re having some…” he paused, “fun. And I’m a little drunk,” he quickly admitted. “And you were right. Nobody knows who I am and you kinda remind me of someone I know.”

“Wade Wilson?” Shawn asked.

“…No,” Frankenstein said, the joke going over his head.

Shawn laughed as he called the other man over with his hand.

“Alright, alright, what do I do now?”

“Let the music take you,” Shawn said as he began moving his body to the song. Frankenstein just looked at him in awe. “Well, come on.”

The other man started to move his lanky but firm looking body kind of stiffly and awkwardly.

“Well…” Shawn said. “At least you’re in character,” he said. “You look like you’re half dead.”

“I normally don’t do this you know!” the stranger shouted, his voice becoming a bit more clear.

“Hey, I’m not trying to make you feel bad. Hey, come over here. Mirror me. Ok. that’s better now. Look at you!”

He was using his body more, seductively moving it. Shawn was impressed. The two of them got closer. He flinched a little bit when they brushed up against one another. “Sorry”

“It’s okay. You having fun now?”

“A little.”

“Cool. I am too”

Notes:

*May write a hornier part two if anyone is interested in more ✌️

#shassie #psych usa #carlton Lassiter #one shot #my fic #just a small little realy stupid fic #shassie requests OPEN

[ryoleoz]

part 1/2 of lindhardt getting sylvain to make caspar fat

This story I wrote and my friend helped me.

Sylvain had a very dirty mind and being very horny meant putting it to use on a regularly basis. When looking into ways to pleasure himself he’d come to reading in a book Lindhardt had leant him that by people getting fatter they will become hornier and in Sylvain’s mind, more likely to fuck with him. Lindhardt knew full well what he was setting in motion by giving Sylvain that book that he had magically altered himself to encourage Sylvain to follow his own desires specifically.

It didn’t take him long until Sylvain had gotten everything lined up. A special potion that both promotes weight gain and increases hunger as well as an aphrodisiac to promote a strong sex drive. All that was left was for him to decide who he wanted to fuck most. Currently he already gets in regularly sex a few times a week with Ashe who’s already easly almost as horny as Sylvain himself, running to him begging to put his cock up his soft and bubbly ass, Dimitri is too risky because of his guards now that the war is over and he has been crowned King of Faerghus...It was then he realized, how he’d felt watching Caspar build his muscles and work out sweating on campus each day, usually shirtless AND in shorts, exposing a hefty bulge, his thick thighs, and generous ass. Sylvain’s mouth would water as he watched him get bigger over time and he had tried countless attempts in moving their relationship into fuckbuddy territory, however Caspar wasn’t interested. He had mentioned how between Ashe’s slutty whole and Lindhardt’s needy throat he was well and set between the both of them, though he did compliment Sylvain from what he heard of his experience with sex.

Sylvain had decided, the perfect candidate for him to target. Caspar was already attractive, showed some interest in Sylvain and already held a healthy sex life. He knew there would be no way Caspar would be able to resist adding him to his list of cumrags after this, and besides, the thought of even just making Caspar grow larger send a shiver to Sylvain’s cock, warmth pooling into a full boner. He was excited.

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Caspar and Ashe’s moans echoed throughout the room, the sensation of Lindhardt humming from underneath Caspar’s large asshole was exhilarating as Ashe skillfully grinded against his throbbing cock. He had already came before, But Ashe just wasn’t done with him yet and begged for round 2. Lindhardt thanked the goddess for Ashe’s puppy eyes working on their boyfriend who never seemed horny enough to fulfill the both of them. Licking at Caspar’s warm and wet hole with his hand working his clit he had reached his peak and nearly the same time as he heard Ashe’s voice crack in screaming “Ggnhh f-fuck! Ah, ah!” which set off Caspar like a chain reaction. The three laid in bed together, sticky and hot from fucking. Beginning to Doze off, Lindhardt prayed that Sylvain hadn’t chickened out of what he had set him up for.

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“Thanks for inviting me for lunch Sylvain! I’m surprised ya know how to cook at all with how you get around, but it looks great!” Caspar’s eyes glowed off the plate of meats, fried chicken, a few burgers, steak, ribs, plenty of rich sauces...Having been fresh off of training Caspar’s appetite was already peaked which meant there’d be no way he wouldn’t consume the whole plate and with it, the entirety of the concoctions Sylvain had put together just so that he could fatten him up and fuck him. “Thanks I guess? I learned to cook some awhile ago from Ashe for when I was in a pinch.” he laughed back playfully. Without another word Caspar had already begun his descent into madness, ravaging the plate like a beast and finishing a whole burger in barely 4 full bites, some juice slipping down his stuffed cheek as he chewed the last bit and he hummed of satisfaction. The concoctions were fast acting Sylvain knew, but he didn’t think it would be as immediate as just that when Caspar’s stomach let out a low sounding growl. “Boy I really am hungrier than I thought today! I hope you have seconds buddy!” Sylvain smiled devilishly and crossed his legs to try and hold down his boner. “Oh don’t worry, I made sure to prepare extra incase anyone else decided to join, but since it’s just the two of us, feel free to help yourself.” Sylvain then watched in awe as Caspar plowed through his meal, letting out a hefty belch here and there, patting his stomach, at one point loosening his belt by the time he reached the end of his first plate.

He’d already downed a total of 2 burgers, 3 pieces of fried chicken, the serving of ribs fistfulls of fries, and, hell, Sylvain had even lost count of what he put on there for him and before he could even remember Caspar had already come back with his second plate, already fuller than his first one was! Sylvain’s face began to heat up and he was feeling nervous. Watching Caspar’s display of gluttony was a much bigger turn on than he thought it’d be, Sylvain could barely even touch his own plate and he lustfully watched Caspar repeatedly and mechanically throw food into his mouth and barely even chew it before swallowing it down to shove the next fistful in, he hadn’t even touched his fork or knife since this second plate, too focused on getting as much as he could into himself at once as possible.

Caspar then let out another powerful burp. “Hhn wow Sylvain, you really do make a good cook...I feel stuffed.” he let his hefty mug of root beer down on the table with a thunk, his stomach had puffed out a considerable amount, stuffed, but not bloated, the magic already kicking in and helping to convert the food to fat immediately. His shirt strained against his noticeable pot belly, pectorals bloated and hardened nipples showing through. Before Sylvain could say anything Caspar began to squeeze the breasts of his newly fattened self and blushed when he had let out a moan of his own thumb passing over his nipple. Even though he had stopped eating Caspar’s body began to fill out just a bit more, a second chin appearing under him and  his stomach now being squeezed on both sides of his chair and his shirt sliding up almost halfway his belly which looked like two scoops of icecream from the way it rolled over itself on his now grown belly button. Attempting to stand up the chair lifted with him and he had to force it down with a wince, his thighs and ass had filled out too and his pants were noticeably far too tight for him to walk straightly either, it was then that Sylvain noticed his impressive boner held up against him from his tight clothes.

“Sylvain…” Caspar mumbled in a sensual tone trying to cover himself in shame, arm over his man boobs, and another reaching to hide his dick, which didn’t do much for how his gut pushed his arm mostly out of reach. “I… I need you. I n-need you to help me. S-sylvain please. I need to be fucked right now.” as he finished he bucked his hips forward as if he was hardly in control of himself at this point.

Sylvain was red, he’d never seen someone so desperate for sex before, not Ashe and not even himself had ever looked so needy. It wasn’t just that Caspar was horny and wanted to fuck, it was that he needed to, he needed to be fucked right now before he overheated himself from not being able to release. “Let’s go back to my room first then ok-” Before Sylvain could finish Caspar’s eyes widened and he shook his head defiantly. “I c-can’t. P-please just now, do me now.” he pleaded almost as if he were about to cry. “Normally I’d say yes, but, I would prefer it if you could make it to my room first... It’s just too risky here. Caspar, please listen, you can make it that far right? It won’t take any longer than a minute to walk there.”

The thought of having to wait made tears come from Caspar’s eyes, rolling down his chubby cheeks as he desperately reached for Sylvains hand, who then guided him out the door. Sylvain was right. His room was one of the closest to the dining hall, and yet by the time he locked the door behind them, Caspar had begun to pant. Sylvain reached around him as best he could and helped him remove his shirt, and then his pants. As they slid off a noticeable jiggle ran through the underside of his belly and his full cock. On Sylvain’s bed Caspar felt helpless, he was so horny he couldn’t even bring himself to try and work himself. Sylvain thankfully, was quick to act, and immediately began to finger Caspar’s big fat ass as he gave head to his cock. The feeling of finally having Caspar’s body to him sent Sylvain into ecstasy, his dick filling his mouth with its length, and Caspar’s noises making him smile. Sylvain let Caspar’s dick slide sloppily out of his mouth, tickling the side of his cheek with a string of saliva stretching down from it.

Beginning to pull his fingers out of his hole, Sylvain stood up and turned away from Caspar. “Sylvain what are doing don’t leave me please k-keep going” Caspar barely finishing his words Sylvain had pressed his ass up against Caspar’s dick, and let it slide in. When it did Caspar left out a large mone and reached forward around Sylvain, hands barely reaching from his large belly, just barely making it to Sylvain’s sides. Caspar immediately starting bucking his hips into Sylvain who didn’t even have a chance to take action, all he could do was stand there as Caspar rocked against him. The feeling of his large belly pressing up against his ass and back, squeezing his cheeks as his dick worked his hole, tending his prostate nearly sent Sylvain over immediately, but he didn’t want it to end yet. He tried to stay composed but between the feeling of Caspar being inside him, Caspar, who he had made grow, and plead him to fuck him, was too much, and when Caspar had released his warm seed inside of him, feeling it fill him up, slightly seep through his stuffed hole it was too much. Sylvain closed his eyes and felt his cum rocket out of him in a long and full chunk, getting it all over the floor, and it pooling near his feet. The two of them, quicky feel asleep in bed together then later, wiped from the high of sex.

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The sun beginning to set by now, Sylvain woke up to Caspar shaking the bed, he was working his cock and his heavy weight made the bed rock like a boat. Light peering in from the windows Sylvain squinted. “Sylvain I need more. Sylvain I need more of you right now. I need you in me.” Caspar begged again, but instead of sounding needy, this time it sounded more like a demand, his tone huskier and longing. Sylvain could definitely go for more by now, and he didn’t waste any time to getting into position. Putting his dick into Caspar’s ass he moaned at how soft and squishy it felt. Reaching around the top of his torso he squeezed his hefty breasts. The speed of Sylvain’s dick working his ass was faster and more intense than what happened before, Sylvain was more confident in giving anal and his rocketing movements made Caspar feel bliss. His fat jiggling as the two of them shaked, feeling his body jiggle against itself as it did Caspar felt immensely satisfied. His size and weight were much greater than before, and it made him feel strong and fulfilled, being fucked like this made him feel like he’d won an award. “Sylvain you’re doing so good. G-god. Thank you.” Sylvain said nothing except a shaky moan, cumming inside of Caspar, and it spreading all over between the two of them, Caspar turned and lapped it up hungrily like a Kitten to a dish of milk, except it was sloppy like a dog at the same time. “I really wanted you to taste more of me you know.” Caspar said, guiding Sylvain down to his unfinished dick. Taking it into his mouth again, it didn’t take long for Caspar to release his semen all over him, it flooded out of his mouth despite swallowing a large deal of it and it made Sylvain feel full inside. And then again, the two sleepily dozed off beside each other.

#next part lindhardt will shame sylvain for being so lustful for caspar becoming fat #all 4 of them will fuck! #lindhardt/ashe/sylvain/caspar #weight gain #fat emblem #feeder emblem #forgot to tag before #sorry #lindhardt is trans in this fic

[sex-storytime]

His Plaything

I hated him. I hated him. I hated how good he fucked me. I hated how good his cock filled my holes. I hated how hard he could make me cum. I hated how much I loved the way he treated me.

I fucking hated him.

But I couldn't resist him. I did what he said, when he said, where he said. He was my weak spot, my curse.

This time was no different than the others. He simply texted me "15 minutes Baby Girl". I know what that meant. He would be here in 15 minutes and fuck me senseless. He didn't care what I am doing, what my plan is. He simply didn't care any of these details. He just wanted and he sure would get. Like I said, this time, was no different. The second I read the message, my pussy started to getting wet. It needed him. It needed his cock. I needed him. I needed his cock. And to satisfy my needs I would do whatever necessary.

True to his word, after 15 minutes he was at my door. And I was greeting him in my most expensive and sexiest babydoll. I was dressed for him, knowing he didn't care what I wear for him. He just cared about my body and my holes, like a cheap Slut. And he treated me like one. And I loved this treatment. This was what I want, what I need. I craved for this. I waited patiently for weeks, sometimes for months for his call.

When he entered the house I tried to hug his neck and kiss him. But he pushed me so hard, that I lost my balance and fell on the ground. "Do you think I come here for foreplay or lovemaking? Do your job, do the only thing that you are good at Rachel!" I knew that would be his response, but nevertheless, I tried to hug and kiss him. I don't know; maybe I was trying to bond with him or my subconsciousness was helping him to humiliate me more.

Quickly I took my place before him on my knees. While he was pulling my hair, I was dutifully trying to untie his belt in order to free his cock. When I reached his semi-erect cock I eagerly started licking, sucking and stroking. In less than a couple of minutes, it has reached its full growth and ready to invade my holes. After that I slowed my pace down, savouring its taste, enjoying the feeling of it in my hands or in my mouth. I was swirling my tongue around of each ball, carefully sucking each of them. I was slow, I was enjoying the sensation of serving his cock again. Licking his shaft, gently sucking its bulbous head. I was compensating every minute I spent without it.

Suddenly, "Do you call this sucking. Suck me like you mean it!" he shouted. I was stunned. Grabbing my hair he slapped my face. "I could get my dick sucked better than this by any cheap street hooker!" he punctuated his sentence with a big spit on my face. After several slaps and spits, he pushed me to the wall. He put my hands together above my head. "I'll show you what sucking is. Open your mouth Rachel." and without waiting no more he started to fuck my mouth with all his power and rage. I was trying to keep up with his tempo. He was fast, hard and relentless. He was skull-fucking me. I was just a useless hole for him. And he acted accordingly. My head was banging against the wall, but it didn't matter to him. He just kept fucking my head with all his power.

When he stopped assaulting my mouth, I was nothing but a mess. My face was covered with tears and spits and I was disoriented from lack of air and hard fucking. But these were not his problems. He just grabbed me by my hair and threw me to the floor.

"Crawl to your bedroom Baby Girl. On your hands and knees. Like a good pet." He was right behind me. After pulling myself together swiftly I started to crawl. At the same time, I was wiggling my hips for him. I wanted to tease him. I wanted to make him hornier. So when he started to fuck me, he would FUCK me. I wanted him to fuck me to my limits. That way, after he was done with me, he would leave a broken mess behind him.

It was a dangerous and potentially destructive relationship, at least for me. It was like an addiction, consuming my soul. But I couldn't resist it. And maybe I shouldn't. I didn't know, I didn't care. All I wanted was him. Actually him fucking and humiliating me. I didn't give a shit about him as a person or his thoughts. I just wanted him to give me what I wanted. And I was desperate about do or give him whatever necessary for my needs. He knew that and actually he was kind enough to give me what I needed. I knew this was his kindness, he probably could fuck anyone, anytime he wants. He didn't need me, I was not that special for him. I was just a hole for him. A hole that he could replace anytime easily with another one.

When we finally arrived at the bedroom, "Undress me, Rachel." he commanded. I was undressing him slowly, without a rush. As much as I wanted his cock inside me at that moment, I was holding myself. I was playing with him, teasing him further. Kissing and licking his thighs, his abs and every part of his body I slowly undressed him.

He was standing fully naked before me, his cock glistening with my spit. He was like a some kind of God, waiting to be worshipped. He was my God. And I sure would worship him.

He grabbed my hair, asking "Did you dress fancy for me Rachel?"

I smiled "Yes".

"I bet it is very expensive, huh?"

"Yes, very much."

"Gooood."

And then within the blink of an eye, he tore my babydoll in two, laughing. Here, my most expensive lingerie has become a rag in seconds. This represented the value he gave me. I was nothing but a ragdoll for him. He didn't respect anything about me. Neither me nor my feelings. He treated me like shit. I was nothing for him. And I loved this. I loved this deep down in my soul.

He turned me and tied my hands behind my back with the leftovers of my babydoll. Then turning me again, he slapped me hard and pushed me to the bed. Finally, the moment I have been waiting so much was coming. He spread my legs roughly and climbed to the bed. The tip of his hard cock was at the entry of my pussy. Then with just a single stroke he was all the way in. His crotch banged to my clitoris. He was finally in me! I was so relieved. All that anticipations building up in me has satisfied at last. Without losing time he started to fuck me with long, hard thrusts.

"Fuck me. Fuck me harder. Ohhh God, thank you! Thank you, I missed this. I've missed your cock."

"Mmmm... You are such are a dirty Girl."

"Yes. Yes, I am dirty Baby Girl. I am your dirty Baby Girl, waiting for you to fuck."

"Then take my cock and put it in your pussy. I can see that you want it. Are you horny Rachel?"

"Yes, give it to me. Fuck me with all your cock. I want it all. I want to fuck my little pussy raw. Ohhh Goddd!"

I was getting what I wanted. He was fucking me with all his raw power. He was like a primal animal while fucking me. He was pumping his cock in and out of me faster.

While fucking me, he started to rub my clit with his one hand. The other one was tightening around my neck, slowly choking me. While slowly cutting my oxygen supply, his fingers on my clit fastened. I was very close to cumming. The release I have been waiting for so long is so close. So close that I knew it wasn't coming yet. He wouldn't let me cum so easily. After all these years I knew him that much. And proving me right he stopped. He stopped right when I was at the edge. I was two rubs ahead from cumming. But he knew this better than me, so he stopped. A sadistic grin appeared on his face when he saw my body whimpered in disappointment. He was playing with me and this was his favourite game. He was a master of this game. I have never, not once, been able to come without him letting me. He controls me. He controls my body, my mind and my soul. I was his play toy. And this made feel satisfied, as if like all my life I was waiting for him, waiting for him to take me, make me his toy. I was just a doll without its own will for him.

He played and fucked me for a while longer. I had lost the count of how many times that I reached the edge of an orgasm. I knew that he was not going to let me cum easily. He had to make up for the lost time. He had to tease and torment me. He had to bring me to the edge of an orgasm and leave me there, hanging. This is what he did and this is what I want him to do.

After a couple of minutes, his breathing and thrusts were quickened. He yelled, "I'm gonna flood your pussy with my seed Baby Girl."

"Please don't cum inside me. I am not on pill."

"Shut up Baby Girl! Do I look like I give a damn about what you want or what you fear? I am only here to take what I want and I want your holes, unconditionally. And I am going to take what I want. Do you understand Baby Girl?"

"Yes, sir."

"Do you fear that you get pregnant? Are you afraid of your soon-to-be-hubby?"

"No, my pussy belongs to you. Take it, do what you want. Fill it with your little swimmers. Please, I beg you. Cum inside of me. Breed me! Fill me with your seed. I belong to you. You own me. I am your Baby Girl. I am your fuck toy, human fleshlight. Fill me, pleaseeee!"

"Then take my cum Rachel!"

With that, he started to cum in my pussy. Spurt after spurt. He filled me up. It has been a long time since I felt so full. He was pumping inside me while his orgasm has been subdued. His cum leaking from my pussy lips. I was overwhelmed but haven't climaxed yet. I was patiently waiting for him to allow me to cum.

After he emptied his balls he got up from the bed and headed to the living room. "Hurry up Baby Girl. Grab me a beer."

I hurried to the kitchen, his cum slowly oozing out of my pussy lips. I made some snacks along with beer. When I entered the living room I saw that he is already sat on the armchair and watching sports. I set a small table in front of him and placed snacks and beer onto it. Also, I put a portable cooler next to his chair to hold a couple of beers cool for the coming hours. Then crawled under the table and took my place between his legs.

This was a game we play for awhile. He was sitting in there watching TV and snacking. And I sucked his dick very slowly while he was enjoying everything that offered to him. As I was under the table, he didn't see me. He didn't need to. I was just an anonymous cocksucker, a hole for him. Nothing more. Usually, this would go on a couple of hours. There was only one rule: Not make him cum unless he said so. I had to adjust my speed very carefully; fast enough to keep him interested, slow enough to not make him cum right away. Also, we had a little second rule: not to play with yourself. Focus of the game was him and his pleasure, not me. I had to remember this when I was playing. No matter how wet I got, I must not touch myself. Not for a single second!

And so we started our twisted game. Today he played the game for around 3 hours. He was watching TV and chatting with his friends on the phone like there was nothing unusual. Like there wasn't a Rachel between her legs sucking his dick for hours.

After 3 hours my chin ached, knees was sore, and every part of my body was cramped. But despite all of that, I never stopped for a rest. I couldn't dare to stop. I couldn't dare to disappoint him. I must do what he wants. I must let him use me as he likes.

When he was talking on the phone suddenly he said "Hey, Jodie so you know what I am doing now?” My heart stopped... he was talking to his ex. “I am sitting in front of TV with a beer in my hand and between my legs, yes Rachel! You known her... god yes, she has been willingly sucking my cock for hours without complaining. Yes, this is Rachel's house. Yes, she does what I like, when I like."

He was talking about me to his ex girlfriend like I wasn't in there, like I was an object, like I was a cheap whore. Actually, he was right. I was a cheap street hooker for him. His fuck toy. His Baby Girl. He had every right to call me whatever he likes and treat me every way he wants. I was his.

I was in awe of him and his casual chat... but I also felt humiliated. He has always humiliated me. Humiliation was the base concept that our so called "relationship" has been found on. But this was beyond any humiliation he subjected me to. In the past, he had talked his friends while I was sucking his cock. But this was something completely different. It crossed a critical line. He was including somebody he had himself been intimate with for the first time ever. It could be a really disastrous thing for me, considering the nature of our relationship. It was probably the beginning of something very dangerous and intoxicating.

Thinking all the possibilities, humiliations, and mind-blowing orgasms, I was so aroused. More aroused than in my all life. So I broke the second rule and touched my clit. He instantly realised this and yelled "Hands on my cock! Don't try to pleasure yourself, Rachel." I instantly pulled my hand over my clit. But he was angry. He threw the table above me. Grab my hair and began slapping me. He slapped me hard. Each slap burned my skin and there were a lot of them. When he finally gave me a break, I was disoriented and feeling dizzy.

"Bad girl! You are only good at one thing and you can't even do that properly. What should I do to you?"

I was trying to hold myself not to cry. I knew all this was a game, but this was different. With the earlier humiliation and this, something had changed. I could feel it. He took my pride, shattered into pieces in a way he never has done before. He was extending his control over me. I didn't think that was possible but he was extending it. I always thought he has absolute control over me, so how can he extend it, right? But I was beginning to see I was wrong, terribly wrong.

"My ex-girlfriend wants to talk to you, Baby Girl. I'm putting her on speaker."

"Evening sweetie. Are you two having a good time? Yeah, I think you are. Did he slap you hard? The sounds are very loud. But I think he is too rough on you. I thought you must doing well... don’t blow it. Maybe you are not the brightest girl in town, but who cares? As long as you have three holes and a will to serve, nothing matters. A willing girl like you can be trained. Also, you obviously have a high potential, considering he still fucks you after all these years. He has been fucking us both, you know? So don't worry honey, his anger will pass. But for now, I think he should fuck your mouth... you know how much he likes that. It’ll calm him down. His penis must be really hard at just the thought of it.”

It was... I watched it pulse and throb before my eyes.

So... He should face-fuck you to the point that you lose consciousness... what do you think? Yes? Good girl! Only this make him cool down. What do you say, sweetie? Do you want my man's big, delicious cock fuck your throat like there is no tomorrow? Doesn't the thought of it makes you wetter? A big dick thrusting into your mouth like a drill. Spit flowing down from your chin to your tits. Tears from your eyes ruining your makeup. You are struggling not to choke on it, but actually, there is nothing you can't do about it. You give yourself completely to his mercy. If he wants you to breathe you breathe, if not... well, good luck then. But isn't it the part you like most? Giving the control to him. Letting him do whatever he wants, to get everything he wants. Isn't it liberating? Tell me the thought of being under his control don't turn you on. Can you tell me that? Or are you wetter than ever? Do you like when he controls and dominates you? Answer me Rachel! Do you like it?"

"Yes."

"Ohh, don't be shy, girl. Be specific. Tell me what you like."

At that moment, I have lost connection with reality. My reality became her words. She hypnotised me. Actually, this was not a hypnotism. More likely it was a moment of revelation. Of course, I was aware of his effect on me, but I always thought it was about something special in him. After her speech, I realised that this was all about me. I was a born submissive and I need to be dominated, put in place. So I wouldn't object to her control over me. It was only natural.

"I like how he fucks me like a cheap Whore, how he treats me like his personal pleasure giving slut. I love it when is in charge doing what he wants without regarding what I want or like. These turn me on more than anything else in my whole life. And when he let me I get the most fucking mind-blowing orgasms."

"Well, well... Aren't you a little dirty submissive. I like you, Rachel, we are gonna have so much fun together. But first, open up your mouth and wait while he throat fucks you."

I opened my mouth submissively and he shoved his manhood down to my throat. Like she said he was fucking my mouth very hard. It was like a hate fuck. But I didn't think he was still angry, he was just for proving a point. A point that could change my life.

He was never letting me breathe, just fucking my mouth. I was trying to breathe through my nose but it didn't cut. I was choking and he didn't care a bit. I tried to push him with my hands with no luck. From lack of air I entered a semi-unconscious state. I quit struggling and left myself to his mercy. Finally, he withdrew his cock and to bring me back slapped me a couple of times. I inhaled the air into my lungs. I came from death. Like she said, he fucked to the point of consciousness.

"Wow, that was hot! All these noises..." said the voice on the phone. "Now I think it is time for him to mark your pretty face with his seed. Don't you agree with me, Rachel?"

"Yes."

"Then say it, you stupid bitch. Beg him. Earn his cum. Come on."

"Please cum on my face. I need this. Cum on my worthless face. Mark it with your seed. Make me feel like a cheap street hooker. Humiliate me. Own me. Own this stupid, useless, bimbo Rachel. Put my good for nothing body into some good use."

"Yeah bitch, you are one hell of a natural. We are going to have so much fun with you. Honey, I think finally she deserves your cum. Coat her face with thick, hot, white semen. But be careful don't let her taste your delicious cum. She doesn't earn this yet. Let it dry on her miserable face."

"If you say so my love. Here it comes, Baby Girl!"

And with that streams of hot cum erupted from his cock and landed on my face. Spurt after spurt of creamy spunk jetted from his twitching member. It was a big load, one of the biggest. It seemed that her talk didn’t just effect me... he was so aroused and still hard as the last shot spat into my eyes and hair. I didn't try to wipe it off or lick it per her instructions. I just stood there... waiting. He looked at me with lust in his eyes.

"Gotta go... Jodie... I'm going to wreck... Rachel’s ass." He said breathlessly.

"Bye then. Ruin her peachy behind my love. Brake her into pieces and leave her like that. Then come over and give me a good seeing to. I want your seed in me tonight. Love you."

Hanging up the phone he grabbed my hair and began to drag me to my bedroom. When we arrived he threw me to the bed.

"Open your ass for me Baby Girl" he ordered. I reached my back and opened my ass cheeks with my both hands waiting for him to assault my asshole. He didn't keep me waiting and using a little bit of spit as lubricant he started to invade my ass with his still hard penis. He pushed his fuck tool I to my tight, taboo hole with a slow but steady movement. When his crotch hit my ass he hissed "I love your ass Baby Girl. It is much better than hers." I felt elated! Then he started to fuck my ass... hard. I grimaced and hissed in pain and pleasure. He was lost to the passionate anal sex we were having, not caring about my needs at all... But this was what I expect from him: a good, hard ass fucking; without thinking about my pain or pleasure. This is the attractive part of these fuck sessions for me.

"Fuck my asshole! Fuck it hard! Tear it in two. Make me beg to you for stop and fuck me more. Hurt me, hurt my ass. Fill it with your seed. Fuck me till I pass out. Please... Punish me for being a bad girl. Own my ass and destroy it!"

"Rachel, you are definitely stepping up the game. Don't worry you'll get what you want and more. When I'm done with you, even you won’t recognise yourself in the mirror."

He was rough and merciless. With every thrust, he was giving all his weight on me. My head had sunk into the bed and with his hand, he pinned my head down. He was claiming my ass. Sure he fucked my ass before, but this time was different. Today everything has changed. His control and domination over me became very real. I understood it now, in my bed while he was ramming his cock into my asshole. From now on he and his seductive ex-girlfriend would control my life. My old life was gone. This was obvious. The only thing that I didn't know was how far they would go? I know that I wouldn't do absolutely anything to stop them. I was at their mercy. And this was my decision. I chose this willingly. It was my choice from the very beginning. Because this was in me. This was my nature. I was a true submissive like she said. There is nothing I can do about it. I can't fight it. I must accept and fully embrace my nature. This is the only way. And he was driving me into this way.

Suddenly he grabbed me and threw me to the floor. And started to fuck my ass from behind. My nipples were burning from rubbing the carpet, but he knew this already. He was ravishing me. He would turn me into a wreck. After a while, he was bored from this position and decided to spice things up. He flipped me into an awkward position. He folded my legs over until my knees were positioned either side of my head. My head and shoulders were on the floor, but my whole body was in the air. My holes were in front of him like on a silver plate. And it was the most difficult position I have ever tried. It was very hard to stand in this way let alone ass fucked. I would say he didn't care, but it was the very reason he chose this position. He wanted to hurt me, he wanted to turn fucking into a painful experience for me. And he was successful. From the moment he entered my ass it hurt, it hurt a lot. It was nothing like before. Every nerve ending in my whole body sending pain signals to my brain. Nevertheless, I did my best. I tried to endure the pain as much as I could do. But it was too much. Finally, I yelled out...

"Stop. Please stop. It hurts too much. I can't stand it."

"Shut up Rachel! Isn't this what you want? Next time be careful with your wishes you stupid bimbo."

He put his foot in my mouth to shut me up. He was right I wanted this. He was giving me what I want. He was like a samaritan. And he continued to fulfil my wish. He fucked me for a very long time in that way. Actually, I was not quite sure about how long as I lost my sense of time as pleasure and pain merged into one. I had never been more aroused. Heck, I lost my every sense about reality. Sex was the only thing I could feel.

When he took out his shining penis, I was a total mess. I couldn't move, I couldn't control my body. I just collapsed to the floor. He took me and made me sit in my bed on my knees. Then one hand on my hair, he started to stroke his cock. When he released his grasp I opened my mouth and swallowed his entire erection keeping eye contact with him the whole time. My head started bobbing... faster and faster as his breathing became more and more erratic. Without much warning he began twitching and his cock began to spasm at the back of my throat. Sperm jetted from the tip of his his penis and filled my mouth as I gulped it all down, not gagging once and never breaking my gaze. He looked down on me in pride but I was in a haze. I was no longer able to recognise what was going on. He was pulling my wires like I was a puppet. Actually, I was. I was his puppet. And he was my puppet master.

"Clean it, Baby Girl. I don't want to go see Jodie with cum juice all over my dick."

I cleaned his penis carefully from tip to base. I was only a filthy fuck hole and I soiled his cock. I made it squeaky clean sucking and licking every inch of it. I wouldn't risk sending him to her with any evidence of the mess he had made with me.

"Good job Baby Girl" I smiled weakly at his praise. The only thing matters was to satisfy him, proving myself worthy of him.

"Stay right there Baby Girl. Where do you put your vibrators and stuff?"

"There is a box under the bed..."

He reached down and took out the box.

"You naughty girl. You definitely have a wide collection." He said as he looked at the contents. As he shuffled through my collection of dildos, vibrators, butt plugs he nodded approvingly. He picked the thickest and longest vibrator and an accompanying dildo. He helped me to my feet and bent me over on the bed, pushing my head to the sheets. With my ass in the air he probed my now gaping asshole with the biggest toy. He slipped it into my pouting vagina, coating it with my slick juices, and then returned to my ass.

With a surprising gentleness and an equally surprising ease he pushed the vibrator into my ass. Then I gasped and held my breath as he slid dildo deep into my cunt. I felt so full... so possessed... so giddy. It gave gave me such a thrill that he was using me in this new way. I was on display and completely under his control. A jolt sent shivers through me and I shuddered as he turned the vibrator on. It was buzzing in my ass and sending new signals through my aching body.

"Hold them in place with your hands and don't move." He instructed.

I did what I was told while he returned to my box. "Here," he said cheerfully. Shit, how could I forget that? In his hands, he was holding my "special diary" which I wrote all my dirty, kinky, secret fantasies in it. Now he had it. He would learn my soul's secret desires, dark corners. There was nothing, nowhere private left for me. I was completely naked in front of him. It was the ultimate control. Now on I couldn't hide anything from him. He owns me fully. I am his property. He knows me better than me.

For a time feels like an eternity he read my diary. "Wow! That was quite a something Baby Girl. So you fantasise about being ass-fucked by Daddy or being fucked in front of an audience or being forced to watch while he cheats on you. It seems I pretty much ahead of the game." He laughed.

Now my life was officially over. From now on I would be his plaything. His and his other lover's. They would do everything they want, every time and everywhere they want. I was not a person anymore, just an vessel for his pleasure. A sexy young female body with three holes to use. And they would use me every way imaginable and unimaginable. I was going to be just a toy... it felt great!

"Thrust the one in your ass in and out." This was the moment I have been waiting so long. Finally, I could cum.... He would let me. And suddenly there was a sharp pain in my ass. He was whipping me with his belt. It hurt like hell. It would be very hard for me to cum now with this new stimulation. But... I guess that was the point. He wasn't going to let me cum. It was a sign of control. The ultimate control he had over me.

And like that, after a long session of dildo fucking and whipping he removed the vibrator and the dildo. "You couldn't even cum could you? Now you’ve lost the right to cum. From now on you will only cum if I say so. This means you aren't going to cum until I see you again, baby girl. But... every day will play with yourself for an hour. Without cumming of course. I know you can manage that, I trained you well in orgasm control. Now I am leaving and I’ll be taking your little book of secrets with me. See you later, Baby Girl, take good care!"

And then he left. I was lying my bed, fully broken. He broke me like he said he would. He broke my body and my soul. I was like a shattered glass, smashed into pieces. Humiliation, shame, arousal, pain, pleasure, fear... All of these feelings were colliding in me. I was never going to be the same person. Nothing was going to be same. My new life was starting over. And to make matters worse, I want to cum sooo bad.

[redheadedwhat]

Gifts

Hey, this is my entry for @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash Negan Writing Challenge! The prompt I chose was Negan x OC with a physical disability and this one-shot is a bit of a prequel to my story Visitation if you wanna read that first! (I veer more towards the comic version of Negan than the JDM version, but feel free to picture whatever Negan you prefer!)

Title: Gifts

Pairing: Negan x OFC 

Rating: NSFW (smut, language) 

"Daddy's home!" Negan's voice boomed from the door of the wives’ parlor, "And he's got presents!"

At the promise of gifts, most of the wives quickly swarmed him. His third (or was it fourth? It's hard to keep track after awhile) Tallulah stayed seated. She liked presents as much as the next wife, but she simply wasn't in the mood to get into a fight over a pair of panties. The wives all got along most of the time, but new stuff was getting hard to come by and when the opportunity came, it was every woman for herself. She just sat back and watched as Negan basked in the attention and ate up the compliments that the wives were giving him. Finally with all the spoils claimed he turned his eyes to Tallulah. "Lulu!" he called out to her. "I've got a special fucking gift for you, baby. Why don't you bring that sweet ass into the bedroom?" The pale, auburn-haired woman playfully grumbled, “I’m coming, just give me a minute," while slowly getting to her feet. "Oh you will be coming!" Negan teased, laughing at his own joke. "You see what I fucking did there? Double entendre." Tallulah rolled her eyes, but cracked a grin. She walked stiffly to Negan's room trying not to look like she was in too much pain. Most of the Sanctuary knew that she had mobility problems, but she was vigilant about not advertising her weakness. Years before the outbreak and the subsequent end of the world Tallulah developed several problems with her back and spine. Surgery had made it easier to walk, but she really needed another. Unfortunately her neurosurgeon was probably stumbling around trying to eat people at the moment so she would just have to deal with the pain and the walking issues. When she finally got to his room she promptly plopped down onto his bed. It was the most comfortable place in the Sanctuary, maybe the state, and she was going to take advantage of it every chance she got. The man that came with the bed wasn't so bad either, but she wasn't going to inflate his ego anymore than necessary. "So how was the run?" Tallulah asked as she made herself more comfortable. "Did you play nice with all the other little boys and girls?" Negan shut and locked the door behind him before answering. " A. There ain't nothing little about me and you fuckin' know it. And B. You know I don't play nice." Tallulah watched him as he began to disrobe, toeing off his boots and tossing his leather jacket on the couch next to Lucille. He caught her ogling him and gave her a wink. Busted. "Okay fine, I apologize for daring to impugn your reputation as the world’s biggest meanie,"  she stuck her tongue out at him and laughed a bit as he pretended to be hurt. Tallulah actually really enjoyed spending time with Negan one-on-one. When he was with the Saviors or even just with all the other wives he had to maintain his 'King Dick' aura, but with her he let loose a bit. That wasn't to say that they were in love or anything quite like that. The two of them just got along. In another life they could have been great friends. Well, fuck buddies at least. It was almost impossible for Negan to be friends with a woman without at least trying to get his dick involved. "I'll have you know that I am a very fucking dangerous man," he growled as he headed for the bed. "A girl like you should be more careful," he said with a grin as he began slowly dragging his hand up her leg. "I forgot," she relented. "You're a psycho killer. Qu'est-ce que c'est? I should never have implied otherwise." Negan grinned down at her, letting his hand slip under the hem of her dress. "If you keep being fucking mouthy you're not going to get your present," he warned her as he began rubbing himself against her. "Would this present happen to be your penis?" she asked, taking note of the hard on pressing into her leg. "No," Negan answered, but then thought better of it, "Well, yes but not just that." He removed his hand from her leg and began making his way back to the couch."Stay there for a minute,” he insisted, as if she'd go anywhere. His bed was far too comfortable. "Where the fucking fuck is it?" He grumbled, going through the pockets in his jacket before finally pulling out a rectangular box. "Aha! Got the fucker!" Tallulah sat up quickly when she saw what was in his hand. "Negan!" She gasped. "You remembered!" "Of fucking course I did,” he replied smugly. "We hit a pharmacy yesterday and I got all kinds of good shit. Even have a few more of these fuckers stashed away for you." Tallulah got off of the bed and pulled the straps of her dress from her arms, letting the whole thing fall to the floor before pulling her panties off and laying face down on the bed. What Negan had brought her was a prescription pain relief lotion that she’d asked him to look out for and she wasn't going to wait a minute longer to use it. "Your back that bad today?" Negan chuckled, walking over to sit beside her on the bed. "You didn't even take your fucking bra off yet. I'm being so nice, I should at least be rewarded with titties." "You will be amply rewarded, trust me." She promised as he tore open the packaging to get to the tube inside. “Come on! Hurry up. It puts the lotion on its skin or else it gets the hose again.” “You’re such a fuckin’ weirdo, Lulu.” Negan laughed, finally squeezing some lotion onto her lower back and rubbing it in. "Fuck, your muscles are tense as shit. I thought I told you not to overwork yourself so goddamn much." He scolded. "Unless it's on my dick. Or maybe my face. Hey, are you fucking listening to me?" Negan gave her a quick pinch on the ass to get her attention. "Mmhmm, dick or face, I hear you." Tallulah replied sleepily. She was practically blissed out from the combination of strong hands rubbing her back and tingly lotion numbing her pain. This was an almost unheard of luxury nowadays. "You better not fucking fall asleep on me, Lulu." Negan warned, “Don’t forget that I was promised titties and rewards and while I admit that I often enjoy staring at your tits while you sleep, it's a lot more fucking fun when you're awake to enjoy it." And with that Negan stopped rubbing her back and moved his hands up to unhook her bra. "I'll give you until the lotion dries to be at least mostly awake and fully naked." "Sir, yes, sir!" She gave him a mock salute from her position on the bed. "Don't forget to wash your hands before you touch anything else. Remember what happened last time?" Negan grimaced as he got up from the bed and headed into his private bathroom. "Fuck, yeah I remember. My dick was numb for a fucking hour after that." "And that was just lidocaine," she called after him as she sat up on the bed, throwing her bra to the floor with the rest of her clothing. "This stuff is way stronger; imagine how bad that would be." "I'd rather fucking not," he called back before exiting the bathroom now clad only in his boxers, a wide grin appearing on his face when he saw that she was finally topless. "There they fucking are," he groaned as he stalked towards the bed, his hand closing around one breast as soon as he was close enough. "You act like you've never seen them before." Tallulah teased as he climbed on top of her and began rubbing his face against them. "They're just tits, Negan." "They're not just tits." Negan argued from his place in her cleavage, one hand still caressing a breast while his tongue poked out to trace her nipple. "They're fucking fantastic tits and it doesn't matter how often I get to see 'em. I'd keep a picture of them in my fucking wallet if I could." "Well, if it makes you happy then I guess I'll just have to deal with it." She gave an exaggerated, put upon sigh, "It’s my job to keep you happy, after all." "Yeah, I'd believe that if your nipples didn't practically stand at full fucking attention the moment I touch you," Negan replied as he continued to tease her nipples with his lips and tongue. "You like this as much as I do. Maybe more, but I can't fucking blame you. I am pretty fucking great in the sack." Tallulah rolled her eyes but did not confirm or deny his claim. Instead she pulled his face up to hers and captured his mouth in a kiss. Sometimes she couldn't tell if Negan enjoyed talking or fucking more. Either way it was best to keep his mouth occupied when it was time to get down to it. She carefully moved her hips against him to get some friction. The lotion had helped a lot, but any wrong move could still cause agonizing pain, so she had to be careful. Nothing ruined the mood quicker than that. "You good in this fucking position?" He asked, "or should I say, is this a good position for fucking?" Negan grinned at his joke while he pulled his boxers off and threw them to the side, letting his bare skin completely rub against hers. "Mmhmm, I'm good," she replied, her voice breathy and the feel of his bare cock rubbing against her folds making her beyond wet. "Did you remember condoms?" "Fuck!" Negan rested his forehead on her shoulder in defeat, "I forgot." "We can't keep doing this." Tallulah groaned. She wanted to put up more of a fight, but his hips were moving deliciously against her and his hands were petting her body while he nibbled on her neck. It made it a bit difficult to think straight. He knew the effect he was having on her and it only spurred him on. "I know, baby." He breathed into her ear, his teeth lightly grazing her earlobe. "I'll remember next time, but right now I gotta fucking fuck the shit out of you. I'm hornier than a...uh...than a..." he growled in frustration, the vibration from deep in his chest going right through her and making her shiver. "I can't even think of a fucking joke right now, my dick is too hard." By this point Tallulah's brain was starting to fog with lust, her legs were spread wide open, and every brush against her clit felt electric. Her logical mind was thrown out the window in favor of of her baser instincts. Thinking bad, orgasms good. "C'mon Lulu. Doesn't - this - feel - so - good?" He asked, punctuating each word with a thrust of his hips that bumped the tip of his cock against her clit. “You don’t play fair!” She moaned. “Just fuck me alrea-oh!” Getting the go-ahead, Negan was thrusting into her before she even finished her sentence. The feeling of his bare cock inside her did the near impossible feat of making him speechless. It wasn’t the first time they’d skipped the protection and honestly it probably wouldn’t be the last. Contraception was difficult to find these days and even when they did find it there was no guarantee it wouldn’t be expired. He tried to be careful whenever he could, he was banging half a dozen women after all, and even though it was against the rules he knew one or two had cheated on him before. He did not want to start spreading STDs all over the Sanctuary, not to mention getting his wives pregnant. But all the ‘what-ifs’ were forgotten for the moment as he began thrusting at a steady pace, reveling in the sounds she was making and the way she felt beneath him. “Fuck, Lulu!” Negan groaned, kissing her harshly before moving his lips down her throat and back to her breasts, nipping her with his teeth the entire way. Tallulah gasped as she felt his teeth scrape across her nipple. “Harder!” She demanded, wrapping one leg around his waist as she moved her hips in time with his. Reaching one hand down between them, Negan started circling her clit with his thumb, now thrusting his cock into her with abandon. He was getting fucking close and he wanted to try to make her come before he did. “You feel so fucking good around my dick, Lulu.” Negan’s mouth let go of her nipple with an audible pop and he moved so his mouth was right next to her ear, whispering dirty praise to her with his husky, sex-roughened voice. “Are you gonna come for me? You’re so fucking tight around me, but I wanna feel you squeeze me even fucking tighter.” Tallulah was clawing at his back, whimpering and moaning and rubbing her breasts against the hard planes of his broad chest. The combination of those filthy words in her ear and the sensations between her legs finally caused her to snap. With a deeply satisfied cry she came, biting his shoulder and grabbing his ass as her body demanded she prolong the pleasure as much as she possibly could. Negans thrusts became harsh and erratic as he finally let himself go, spilling himself inside of her with an unrestrained groan. After a few more shallow thrusts he pulled out of her and rolled onto his back, a smug satisfied grin on his face. They lay next to one another for a few moments, just catching their breath and basking in the afterglow. Only then did Negan realize that he hadn’t even attempted to pull out. He mentally slapped himself and got ready for the verbal ass-reaming she was liable to give him. When Negan turned on his side to face her--in case he needed to use his seldom-seen puppy dog eyes in order to wriggle out of trouble--he saw that all his worrying was for naught. At the moment, anyway. Tallulah was fast asleep. He pulled the covers over the both of them--but only up to her waist; he really did enjoy looking at her tits while she slept--and shifted closer to her to enjoy a post-coital snuggle. “Fuck it,” He muttered as he dropped off to sleep. “What’s the worst that could happen?”

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Thanks to @kijilinn for being a wonderful beta and @superprincesspea for taking a look at it for me! 

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[lorainelaneyblog]

This is God, this is God, this is God, this is God, Loraine Laney is visiting, in Ottawa, with her parents, and this is what the staff at the Superstore thought about her expression.

‘Loraine, you look so put upon that you’d like to kill yourself, kill yourself, kill yourself, kill yourself, kill yourself, kill yourself, and that’s it, and that’s it, and that’s it. To answer your question, [ ], Loraine Laney, as we like to call her, as, even her, Loraine, is a fan, we are all, all, all, fans in here, she is so nice, all the time, once she even talked to a client who talks to no one, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, even the staff, because, and this is what came to light, Loraine, this is what came to light, Loraine, over, and this is what gives us motivation to live, Loraine, the little things, the little victories, when you illuminated him to the presence of the halogen “incandescent” bulb, he bought four. And he, not that day, but he was so, so, so, excited about the price that we, we, we, all of us, here, felt proud of the price, Loraine.’

‘Seventy four cents,’ says her [ ]. 

‘And he has been in lighting his entire life, and even he could not believe the price, Loraine.’

‘How did you come to talk to him?’ asks her [ ].

‘Excited,’ says God, ‘she was about the lighting. She knows a bit about lighting because of her [ ],’ he says. ‘He taught her that there were four types of lighting, and so, she knew right away that this lighting was unorthodox, an “incandescent bulb” with a halogen light inside. Seventy four cents,’ says God. ‘When this lighting emerged, people ignored it, but not Loraine, because, despite her rampant migraines, and, it is known that halogen lights cause migraines. she knows what she prefers in lighting and that is halogen and incandescent, not fluorescent and LCD. She knows about high pressure sodium too. The yellow light. She wanted to go for a nice dinner, but they ate fast food the entire time, well twice, they had eggs at the hotel and they had a bun at Tim Horton’s. She begged off,’ says God. ‘She hates to eat fast food because it makes her sick for hours, that one sandwich which was only a plain croissant plus some melted cheddar cheese, she wanted an egg but there is no all day breakfast at Tim Horton’s yet, even though it is a simple matter to make an egg, but they don’t have it, so she spent, which annoyed your [ ], Loraine, to no end, that it took ten full minutes and two staff to explain a melted cheese croissant to the cashier, who is new, who is always new, and knows nothing about anything Canadian. Nothing, Loraine. Nothing, Loraine. Nothing, Loraine. Nothing, Loraine. The grilled cheese sandwich is quintessentially Canadian, Loraine, and the items on the menu are not, not, not, fixed, they will help you choose something, as she was trying to do, and she is not, not, not, stupid, but she realized who you were and that you were, due to your parents, on the fucking edge, Loraine. Her [ ] actually forgot that she was even there. And that’s that. And that’s that. And that’s that. The staff at Sushi 168 would love, love, love, to see you again, Loraine. You were polite, you were sweet, and you paid handsomely for a lunch for one.’

‘That’s her problem. I eat wherever. Nothing fancy. And I don’t pay. And that’s it.’

‘Loraine didn’t vomit. Do you know how often your [ ] vomits, Loraine? Often, from the shit at Tim Horton’s, and he tells no one, and his wife is sworn to secrecy. Loraine does not eat poorly, as you are fond of saying. She eats better than you, and despite the fact that she has been sick, from poisons, intentionally administered by evils, she is healthier than you. Healthier. So, [ ], up for three months, upon his daughter’s arrival as a famed individual, because, Loraine, he did not want to get left behind by you, stick that in your pipe and smoke it. And as for [ ], this is what I have to say about [ ], Loraine, she is no seven, let me tell you, though she is fond of saying it, do you know that woman you criticized because you jumped on the critical bandwagon with them?’

‘Yes. I said her little toe fell out of her shoe with every step.’

‘She knew, she realized, that you saw her toe, and she was so embarrassed, she thought she would die, and, right at that moment, she made up her mind, never to wear those stupid shoes again, because they don’t fit, they don’t, they don’t, they don’t, so, despite that you were to criticize her breasts, and you were, Loraine, believe it or not, those beautiful things are real on her.’

‘Whoa.’

‘That’s right, Loraine, beautiful. And everyone, everyone, everyone, everyone, thinks they’re fake, everyone, and they, they, they, including gossipy [ ], are wrong, are wrong, are wrong, and I didn’t give them to her, her mother did.’

‘What was so great about them?’ asks 50 Cent.’

‘A narrow chest.’

‘Large cup.’

‘That’s right.’

‘Was she old?’

‘Yes. Ish.’

‘How old? Because I bet she is still pulling with those tits, and that’s why she does her hair like that. Was it dumb?’

‘No, curly, coiffed.’

‘I know the type. Was she pretty?’

‘Yes, quite.’

‘That’s her. They never say die. And good for them. Good for them.’

‘Why are you not married?’ I ask.

‘I just fucked up, Loraine. I put my “career,” in, will you believe, fucking retail, before my love life.’

‘What retail?’

‘Women’s fashions.’

‘Were there many and what do you mean exactly?’

‘What do you mean?’

‘What fucking career in retail?’

‘Oh, I see. I became a supervisor, and, would you believe, that seven people, men, asked me, asked me, asked me, even begged me, to leave that stupid, fucking, poor, bullshit income, job, begged, Loraine, begged, Loraine. And I, idiot that I was, thought that I should be self sufficient, and I want to ask you now, have you ever had such opportunities?’

‘Never.’

‘She hasn’t. The men in Vancouver chose the Chinese and that is what they did, and that is it. The end. Ask her no more. Please. This is Ontario. The men are higher.’

‘Higher how? They were poor too.’

‘Sexually,’ says 50 Cent. ‘And, furthermore, they probably realized that you were not going to make it in that business in any significant way.’

‘They did. They told me that all the time, that there was no future in retail, just sales, and that’s it.’

‘What did you think would happen?’ ask 50 Cent and Loraine Laney, at the same time.

‘Nothing,’ she said.

‘[ ] [ ] wants to say something. Buyers and window decorators.’

‘Designers, they’re called,’ says 50 Cent.

‘Fuck you, 50 Cent, fuck you, 50 Cent, fuck you, 50 Cent,’ she says.

‘Okay.’

‘Fuck you. We all, we all, we all, we all, we all, to a last idiot, thought we could overcome a lack of education. The window designers, as you call them now, were educated in the arts, yes, they were, yes, they were, and we were idiots, so. the. fuck. what? I have herpes because I thought I could screw my way to the top, because everyone was doing it. And that’s it.’

‘What do you mean everyone was doing it?’ We ask at the same time.

‘Screwing, Loraine, window designers, for jobs.’

‘Oh. Neat.’

‘Yeah. Cool.’

‘What do your video vixens do?’

‘I pick them out of a catalogue, and then they solicit me for prostitution for an extra ten thousand was the worst, Loraine and [ ] [ ], whoever you are. Who is she, Loraine, that’s quite a name.’

‘I’m a [ ], but it was cool to have a boy’s name in the seventies.’

‘I did not know that.’

‘Fuck you, 50 Cent.’

‘We worked together in the coin room. Her man was rich and lost money.’

‘In the recession, Loraine, I was no idiot, and I had millions, and gambled too much in business, hoping, Loraine, for more. Never, never, never, follow the rule, never gamble more than half. Never. We were poor for awhile, and she worked while I tried to live in a small condo and pull it together businesswise and the economy improved, and, as much as she hates the development which is due to the Chinese--’

‘It’s immigration money. The development is their business,’ says 50 Cent.

‘Fuck you, 50 Cent. He’s right, Loraine. He’s right, Loraine. He’s right, Loraine. The recession ended in 1986. They splashed out and sold Vancouver to Hong Kong in one summer, they had to escape the environmental hell that they, almost singlehandedly, had created.’

‘You knew what I was dealing with.’

‘You told us, [ ]. He had a million dollars left.’

‘That’s what it was. And we both had herpes, Loraine. And I don’t care about this blog, I don’t. I have been living in hell, in a quiet, private, hell, for years, Loraine, and everyone, everyone, everyone, everyone, in the sex world, knows I have herpes. I was a horn dog, Loraine, a horn dog, Loraine. I did anyone.’

‘What is she, Lord?’

‘What do you think?’

‘She’s not a group woman?’

‘She is a group woman, Loraine, and contrary to their men, they are much, much, much, much, much, much, hornier.’

‘Some of them are very pretty?’ she asks.

‘Most, as far as I can see, and delicate, slim.’

‘I’m not delicate.’

‘You’re not not delicate.’

‘Really?’

‘Some are, some are, some are, some are, some are, very, very, very, I’m kidding, [ ], some are bigger, and some of the group men are both bigger, more handsome and taller, and Loraine can sometimes identify them, and many, many, many, have remained counterculture. And Loraine saw one, a cute red head--’

‘Big? Because I don’t like the small red heads,’ she says. ‘But the big ones smell good,’ she says.

‘She knows that Neil Smith, as he is called around here,’ says God, ‘and he is one of your husbands, Loraine, and he is from football, as you requested, and he is lovely, Loraine, and even [ ] would like him.’

‘I like them smaller.’

‘And yours are smaller.’

‘And how tall is she, Loraine? Can I sleep with her?’

‘I told you I have herpes.’

‘We’re circumventing that with a new condom, and I am not joking, because I am, I am, I am, impressed with your transformation, and that’s all, all, all, I wanted to convey.’

‘What new condom?’

‘A boy short.’

‘I wear hot pants. I love it. There are, I’m still pretty--’

‘How pretty is she?’ asks 50 Cent.

‘Very. She was already in her thirties.’

‘Oh, I see.’

‘She would discuss her straight blond hair.’

‘I would.’

‘And her expression was such--’

‘That she looked like a dumb blond.’

‘Exactly. A seventies blond, a groupies type, but she wasn’t, she was a bar girl, and that’s it. She loved to meet men. And she would pick the fat girl and the uglier girl--’

‘Fuck you, Loraine.’

‘You did. And they would ask for her.’

‘Oh, I see. Okay. I don’t exactly know the type. I do, Loraine.’

‘You know the Jim Morrison movie?’

‘I do.’

‘Like that is what you picture.’

‘Wasn’t that Meg Ryan?’

‘Umm, no.’

‘Let’s look.’

‘She loved Jim Morrison, I remember that. She even read the book.’

‘That was during then?’

‘Yes, Loraine.’

‘Oh. I loved The Doors. I loved The fucking Doors.’ Looks it up. ‘You’re right, 50!’

‘Meg Ryan.’

‘Yes.’

‘You’re also a fan.’

‘Yes, she died.’

‘Fuck you, Loraine.’

‘What happened to you?’

‘Men happened to me. You, Loraine,’ says Meg Ryan, ‘say you stopped going to the beach, Wreck Beach, ten years before your own, fucking, fucking, fucking, father, thought you did. Same, Loraine. Same, Loraine.’

‘Fuck you.’

‘I stopped dating, Loraine. I was too cute. They all, all, all, wanted to screw me, all. And I know you think I went sideways with that piercing, I know you did--’

‘It was a nose stud, wasn’t it?’

‘That’s what it was. And everyone, everyone, everyone, everyone, thought I went sideways.’

‘Why did you say you’re moving downtown?’

‘Because downtown was where the conservative sexuals were.’

‘You said it pruriently.’

‘Fuck you, Loraine. I didn’t mean it pruriently. I meant it, oh fuck. I hated my life, Loraine, and downtown was space for me, away from the suburban, rich, screwing, fuck heads. The rich were the worst, Loraine, and if you, idiot, think you are going to get rich and meet nice men in restaurants, you have another, another, another, another, thing coming.’

‘She hasn’t read your book, Loraine, She knows this, Meg Ryan,’ says God.

‘Like now.’

‘Fuck you, Loraine,’ says God. ‘You are never, never, never, never, going to meet anyone like 50 Cent in a fucking restaurant, and Meg Ryan never has either. So let’s leave it at that. I’m done.’