/erp/ - Erotic Roleplay

How would people feel about a shemale ava on a female ava? Maybe even more?

>>160018

Post ava. I can do a bratty Miku with a dick just fine, but I'm flexible. Maybe a little too flexible.

>>160168

Not too into self-cest, but speaking of Vocaloid, Miku definitely isn't the only one. Or if you expand outwards, she isn't even a part of the only virtual singer genre.

>>160180

Perhaps a less popular vocaloid asking Miku for help in finding stardom, but she has some sleazy demands in return?

>>160187

I see no problem with that! Idols need guidance, especially from more experienced idols who might just make them degrade themselves in front of the one and only best idol! An idol who might just be into body worship, obligatory degradation, footplay and warming her dick in lesser idols.

>>160189

**It's all for her own good, after all! She'll have to get used to acting slutty for fans and whoring herself out to agents for good parts. Miku's just doing her a kindness!"

>>160190

Oh yeah, the agents are total bastards. Can't trust any of them. The only way to get anywhere is to kiss their asses all the way. Literally. Better try it out on me, my ass is perfectly smooth and the most beautiful thing you'll ever see!

>>160191

Guess I'll kick us off proper then!

"H-Hatsune-senpai…" Yukari gulped, both shocked and intimidated by the idol's words and attitude. Was this really the price she'd have to pay for fame? All she wanted to do was sing on stage, to perform and entertain. As naive and innocent as she was, she'd never considered that it might take anything more than talent and hard work to get to that stage. Had Miku herself done such… disgraceful things to reach the levels of fame and fortune she enjoyed today? The star vocaloid had always looked so happy and genuine in front of all those cheering crowds, but it seemed the truth was ugly. Yukari hesitated, but this was important to her - far too important to abandon now! Swallowing her shame, the would-be idol lowered herself slowly to her knees and shuffled forwards to the backside that Miku was so proudly displaying. Her heart thumped in her chest as she pursed her lips and leaned closer, slowly but surely, planting them on that smooth, left cheek for just a moment. Long enough, she hoped vainly…

I figured the honorifics would be appropriate and I don't often get the chance to weeb it up so I went with it, but if you'd prefer it without them that's fine.

>>160192

Weebing it up is fine, it might even be hot!

"What's your name again?" Miku certainly didn't inspire much confidence behind the stage. She was brash and rude, all too bold in her behavior. Like a truly spoiled teenager. But her ability on stage spoke for itself, and her popularity filled in the gaps where it hadn't.

Miku let go of the back of her themed skirt, letting it cover Yukari's head. She leaned back, inadvertently forcing the girl to give her a deeper kiss on her smooth behind. "Yu… Yuri was it, right? Ne~?" Whether she knew Yukari's name or not, she made a show of teasing her even then. She was, of course, a no one compared to Miku, and the greatest idol around wasn't hesitant to point it out. She wiggled her rump, "Hey, next time, wear some darker lipstick! I love it when it shows!" Worse, she wasn't being all too helpful. But she'd keep to her word in the end, right?

>>160193

"Mmph!" Yukari's eyes opened wide as she was nudged closer to Miku's backside, her lips coming into contact with the smooth skin on that admittedly perfect rump once more.

"H-Hatsune-senpai…" she muttered again as she drew back, a sad look in her eyes as she looked up at the undisputed queen of the stage.Yukari looked up to Miku as an idol and as a role model, but she hadn't even bothered to remember her name. It was pretty hurtful. "It's Yukari. Yukari Yuzuki." She was almost at a loss for words really. They do say never to meet your heroes, and for good reason apparently. "Umm… I have some purple lipstick to match my clothes that I could put on, if you want me to."

>>160195

"RRRRight, right, Yukuri-" Wrong pronunciation, didn't even bother with being polite. "That'd be perfect! Try it on right now!" Miku took a step forward, leaving Yukari rumpless for the time being as she turned around to inspect her ass in a high mirror. She angled around, hands around where she felt the remnants of Yukari's lips, and she complained, "More tongue, more saliva next time!" Annoying. She wasn't any kind of hero. She turned around again, walking closer with a catty gait in her customary idol outfit. "I think that's enough ass kissing for today, you know your homework! Now," She walked over to a luxurious deep chair and lazily fell backwards into it, crossing her legs and slipping off one of her high heels before throwing it over the recliner, "I deserve some repayment for teaching you so much!" She wriggled her toes, sighing to herself, "Come and help your queen of the stage relax~" She snorted to herself, recounting the little message Yukari's left about her. She screens all of the idols she "trains" - you wouldn't want any psychos, right?

If anyone wants to join in (which is unlikely for /erp/), I'd be more than happy to accommodate. That's what orgies are all about after all, right?

>>160197

Yukari resisted the instinctive urge to correct her tutor. If nothing else, she'd at least learned that Miku was… a brat, for lack of a better word, and Yukari didn't think she'd take kindly to corrections. Standing back up and wandering over to where she'd left her bag, Yukari took a deep breath, fishing for the lipstick as she tried to calm herself. This was all for her future, she told herself. Miku would be sure to spread the good word about her after going through all this… right? Moving over to the mirror, the younger idol carefully applied the lipstick, pressing her lips together gently to even it out before turning back to her tutor, watching her kick off her heel and sit back expectantly. "Y-yes, senpai," she said a tad nervously. Frankly, this was far more intimidating than getting up on stage in front of big crowds. Kneeling down again, Yukari took Miku's one foot in her hand and started her best attempt at a massage, thumbs pressing into the soles, kneading out the knotted muscles.

Lazy photoshop jobs, to the rescue

>>160200

Images are just references, silly, otherwise we'd do without the text.

Miku shifted about in her chair, trying to get as comfortable as possible. She curled her toes in Yukari's hands, but more out of being paradoxically ticklish than anything. "Yeah, good, but -" She leaned forward on her shoulders, condescension printed all over her pretty idol face, "I like a special kind of massage. The one where you use your mouth." She smiled. Horribly. "Got it? Good~" She fell back into the chair with a creak. "I want to see that lipstick all over my stocking~~!" She threw her hand out, waving it about in the air trying to signify something, "Oh, and be a dear and get me some coffee! You know how I like it~" Spoiled brats are always a handful and a half. It's a miracle she can do with just one assistant, if not a dozen. How is anyone even supposed to get her a drink while "massaging" her foot?

>>160202

I know, but it's fun to find matching references if possible sometimes

Yukari's eyes went wide when she heard exactly what kind of massage the brat of an idol wanted. Gulping, she thought to herself for a moment… Was Miku just trying to humiliate her and show her dominance? Or was this something more? The younger idol was naive, to be sure, but she wasn't completely innocent - she'd heard of people having foot fetishes before at least. No, it wasn't quite that either… Miku fancied herself a queen, so she wanted… worship? Yukari gulped, but decided to gamble on her own deductions, pressing her lips to the heel of Miku's stocking. She kissed her foot, then again and again, making her way up to those wriggling toes. 'More tongue, more saliva next time!' That's what she'd said, right? Opening her mouth, her warm breath tickled the foot in front of her for a few moments as she hesitated, before her tongue extended out and licked up along her sock. It tasted… kind of like nothing, for the most part, but it was shameful all the same, so she practically jumped at the chance to do something else.

"Yes, Hatsune-sen… Hatsune-sama," she said as she rose to her feet, swiftly making her way over to the counter at the side to prepare the idol's coffee.

>>160204

It was definitely about dominance. Either that, or she was a huge pervert. It'd fit with such a spoiled brat. And seeing Miku's hands extend out and press into the front of her skirt as she groans and moans, the latter was much more probable. Hell, it could be both. A dominant, spoiled pervert. At least she was clean - she just took a shower and a clean set of clothes. When Yukari licked along the sock, she could swear she heard Miku suppress a little 'oh yes'. Her hands were squeezing something in her skirt, so she must've been getting all fired up.

When Yukari left to prepare the coffee, Miku was uncharacteristically quiet, only panting as her hands slid under her skirt. She doesn't have to intervene. Yukari ought to know the way Miku likes it already. She's obviously just testing her. Obviously.

>>160205

Golden rules do not apply to fantasy, fucko.

>>160208

Yukari did her best to suppress her nerves as she prepared the coffee just the way she recalled the idol liking it. Glancing back every now and then in the mean time, she noticed Miku fiddling with her skirt and had to wonder what perverse things were going through her head… and what perverse things she'd make Yukari do in return for a shot at fame. She didn't want to know what Miku was doing with her hands under that skirt and tried to push the mental image out of her head as she carried the finished hot drink back to her. Now what? Was she expected to return to 'massaging' her feet? Well, if nothing else, it would make a good impression, she figured. Cheeks burning red with indignity, Yukari leaned down towards Miku's foot, opened her mouth and closed her lips around her toes, suckling and licking them through the stocking.

>>160208

>Golden rules do not apply to fantasy, fucko.

>>160212

Miku wasn't very famous for her perverse endeavors. There were little hush-hush rumors among other lesser idols about her carrying out "private lessons" for her peers. Carrier advancement was implied. At least, Yukari better hope it was implied, otherwise she just dug her own grave. Considering the way Miku looked at her when she came back with her coffee - some kind of wicked grin accompanying a light blush - soaring heights of idoldom are not to be very expected.

"H-Hey." She had a weird tone of voice. Miku lacked that usual sing-songy quality to her voice when you talked to her "outside her character", but this was even worse. Croaky. Despotic. When Yukari went back to sucking, she bit her lip and muffled a low groan, and she nudged her with other foot that she had freed from her 'heels moments prior. She kneaded Yukari's cheek with the black stocking, "Why don't you cover the other one in lipstick as well~?" She sounded breathy and all too close. The fact that she didn't even try to use any proper titles made it all worse. But, when Miku's hands held her other foot out, she could've had a peek at Miku's crotch and seen a great big bulge, otherwise covered up by her slim hands. Girls don't have bulges. Boys don't have bulges that big. Therefore, she just has a weird skirt. That's it.

>>160220

Yukari tried not to think about the fact that she was essentially whoring herself out for a good word from Miku. She had her eyes closed as she sucked on that first set of toes, but the needy idol was nudging her with her other foot before she knew it. It was obvious from the way she was breathing and the way that her voice croaked that Miku was enjoying this on some kind of sexual level, a fact that made the younger girl all the more uncomfortable with the situation. Her fears weren't alleviated at all when she opened her eyes and caught a brief glimpse at the intimidating bulge underneath that skirt. Wh-what the fuck was that?! It… it couldn't have been… No, she was imagining things. It was just Miku's hand under her skirt, of course. The fetishistic nature of what she was doing was making her think weird things. Releasing the idol's toes from her mouth, she took the other foot in her hands, bringing her lips up to greet it. Well, if she was going to sell herself like this, she intended to at least do it well. Getting a little more bold, she pressed her mouth to the top of her foot in a kiss, then moved along, smooching and leaving purple marks as she went. The kisses started to climb Miku's leg, Yukari looking up at her face with an expression that she hoped made her look sexy… but probably came off more as a young girl who was way out of her depth.

>>160223

Apparently, some people need to sleep.

Usually, when idols whored themselves out to a higherup, they generally just got it over with, and got a correspondingly accurate "recommendation" from Miku. They never lasted all that long. But Miku looked as if she'd make Yukari last a lot longer. A little strand of drool snaked its way down from her lips as she watched her work her up, and she shakily reached over for her coffee. For some reason, she likes it with added cocoa and milk. Double spoiled. Yukari soon heardsloppy slurping as Miku fought the ticklish sensation in her right foot and the uncomfortably moist left sole. She tried wiping her left on the chair, but all she managed is smearing purple across the beige covering. "Y-You're doing great, Yuzuki~!" She's just awful. Why does she even like foot massages of all things if she's so ticklish? Because she seems to be getting off to it, and in not an insignificant amount, either. A darker splotch spread out in the darker part of Miku's skirt, one that'd be almost invisible if it weren't held up by "her hand". The splotch seemed to bubble, which should likely be pretty worrying, and she held it down with her hand - which completely left out Yukari's theory. Maybe it'd be better not to think about it.

"Oopsie~" The clearly mocked expression of clumsiness was meant to, temporarily, persuade Yukari off Miku's feet and redirect her to that same dark splotch, except now with an added covering of hot coffee. "I-I spilled my coffee. You should clean it up~" The way Miku was biting her lower lip looked more like pain rather than pleasure. What a dumbass.

>>160369

Before Miku could even pretend to be clumsy and spill coffee over her skirt, Yukari spotted the wet spot in her skirt and halted, her tongue still outstretched against MIku's lower thigh. Her eyes were blank, yet she watched in sheer amazement as the older idol so boldly attempted to cover it up. Huh? What… was that? Her hands weren't in her skirt and something in there was… leaking? Yukari liked to think of herself as relatively pure, but of course she'd have to know at least some dirty things to be able to think like that. Maybe she simply didn't know enough about sex, because there was only one thing the younger girl could think of that would act like that. Not only that, but it seemed big as well. Yukari gulped in thought. If Miku was hiding a secret like that, was Yukari still willing to push this further? Even if she wasn't, a curiosity inside of her was growing, some part of her that wanted to see this oddity for herself.

"I… I should take the skirt off then, so I can clean it properly, right?" Asking for permission with her timid eyes and meek question, Yukari reached out and grabbed the hem of Miku's skirt, slowly starting to tug it down her legs.

>>160386

Miku didn't have broken pipe or a sports drink stashed under her skirt. That'd be a weird promotion. But Yukari didn't get a clue as to what it really was just then - Miku yanked the skirt out of her hands with a tiny growl. "Have I given you permission to take off my clothes!?" Complete prude, and a little too anal about a dirtied skirt, too. But when she tugged her skirt back, the punctured hose pipe revealed itself to be nothing but a simple, oversized penis. What a relief, Yukari would've had to call the plumber if it wasn't! Miku's customary panties still covered a secondary bulge at the base of her penis, but not much else. It throbbed in the air proudly, easily nine inches long and without the slightest issue in leaking more sweet, pearly water. Miku looked at it and brushed one of her twintails behind her shoulder, "… Yeah, you don't need to take it off." She took the hem of her skirt and tried to strain the coffee stain out, as if that'd help anything. Miku doesn't do - and likely never has - done her own laundry, and it shows. After failing completely and snarling at her own skirt, she patted her thighs, "Get to cleaning~!" She could spin it into "practice for older, dirtier, uglier men," but Miku stopped trying by then. And just to make sure the little idol'd do her god-given duty of shaft polishing, she wrapped her legs behind Yukari's and pulled her closer.

>>194914

Sure, revivals are always fun, no matter how long they last.

Another anon here looking to play a female character (or characters) against any number and any combination of males, females and traps. If anyone’s got any specific settings or types of scenes they’re looking for, feel free to say, otherwise I’ll throw up some character/scenario intros at some point. I mostly prefer playing as OC. Bear in mind, I’ll probably mostly be doing a back and forth with potentially quite some time between posts, but I’ll put a heads up in spoiler tags if it’s gonna be a while before I can get back to another response. As for post length, I’m flexible, but semi-para at least would be nice.

I do miss having regular fun in this thread, why can’t work an social obligations just not be things?

"Mistress, I really don't think this is a good idea," Marie warned her young charge as they sat down at a table in the 'lounge'. "We're breaking the law with your age, for starters. And I'm not sure most of the men here are going to be all that… savoury."

"Nonsense," Kathryn said dismissively with a wave of her hand. "I'm at the age of consent, that's good enough. I'm confident I can handle anyone who comes our way. And if things get a little much, well, you'll be my knight in shining armour, won't you?"

"…Fiiiiiiiine." Marie pouted as she sat down, still not entirely comfortable with the situation.

Kathryn had always been a precocious young woman. Born into an immeasurably rich household and gifted academically, she always found herself seeking things that were perhaps a little more mature than her. Marie, the young lady's loyal retainer and personal handmaid, also happened to be a closet pervert. Despite an age difference of about 5 years, the two girls had become very close and brought out both the best and worst in each other. Marie's backside was still sore from two nights ago, when Kathryn had gotten excited about her plans to come here…

The two girls looked out across the room, both of them quietly observing and enjoying the sounds and sights of couples and groups sucking, fucking, grinding, licking and moaning. Kathryn sniffed the air, salivating at the smell of sex and sweat all around. Now they just had to wait for a man, or maybe even men, to approach.

"Ah… I can't wait to finally taste a dick~" Kathryn said to her maid.

Marie sighed. "Jeez… I've really been an awful influence, haven't I?"

>>194989

"Right, here we are Mr. Smithson. Cuties as far as the eye can see" *An enthusiastic voice could be heard coming from outside and before long the source revealed itself to be that of a youngster who perhaps was around 20, give or take 2 years and behind him, a white collar worker who seemed to be twice his age if not older followed.*

"Mind you Harry, if this turns out to be like that time you dragged me into the Dragon Den, then I'll shove this umbrella so far up your arse, that you'll always be in cover."

"Kinky Mr. Smithson."

*The older man simple grumbled in reply, though there was a slight hint of an amused smile in his expression, revealing a longer story between the two, but for this moment then all that mattered was what the younger one had noticed, drawing attention to it by elbowing the older one in the side with his left arm, while his right hand pointed toward a pair of girls.*

"Now that's rare, an actual genuine apron-and-headress maid."

"And a girl young enough to be my daughter."

"The best ones to make you feel young again, aren't they?"

"I'm not that old!"

"Right, unlike that bitch taking half your pay and not letting you see your own kid. Fuck her. Actually, no don't fuck her. Fuck someone better. Show me how it's done sempai."

"Sempai? Is this one of your japanese cartoon term?"

"Anime"

"Whatever."

*The pair had approached the noble daughter and the maid during the back and forth and with the older one leading the way, showing that even if he hadn't admitted it, then he did very much approve of what Harry had picked out for them and as they got closer, the older ones body language seemed to grow more confident, his chest pushed out, his back straightened up, his head held high, emphasizing his height. Whatever doubt he might have had either gone, or simple locked away with an experienced white collar workers stoicism, his thought instead replaced with consideration for how he should open the negotiation so to speak, taking the surrounding into consideration, before he sat down across the noblelady, and decided to go for how he used to be in the old days, before a mistake had him pay childsupport, bringing him into a slump that his new friend had recently started to drag him out off, Bold.*

"So is your maid part of a package deal, or she's just here to lick you clean when we're done giving you what you've come here for?"