/erp/ - Erotic Roleplay

"Alright, I've been waiting for this chance for a long time!"

A young woman with brunette hair enters the room, eyeing all the depraved figures around her with a lusty gaze, licking her lips in anticipation. She's wearing nothing but a loose blouse, underwear, micro-shorts and a simple pair of sandals, the last of which she promptly kicks off, setting her bare feet down on the cum-stained carpet beneath. The pungent smells of sex, sweat and semen fill her nose, a scent she finds delightful, intoxicating and arousing. Hooking her thumbs into her shorts, she pulls them down along with her panties in one motion, stepping out of them and baring her lower half for all to see. The hair between her thighs is trimmed, but not shaven completely, framing her glistening wet cunt. She drops her shorts to the floor, but raises her moist panties up in both hands, pulling back on the waistband before releasing it, flinging them in a random direction.

"I won't be needing those tonight~!" she declares with a playful laugh. "Come on, let's have some fun!"

Up for partners of any and all genders. Multiple characters welcome too, orgies and gangbangs are fun. Keeping it nice and simple to start us off~

Being a demon is hard sometimes, especially when you're a lust-crazed monstergirl with genitalia for hair and an insatiable need to spread your seed. It had gotten more and more difficult to find victims these days. Over the past centuries, the humans had evolved their society significantly. Their civilizations were more complex, more secure than ever before. Still, the plan was the same as ever - hide outside quiet towns out in the countryside, waiting for the perfect opportunity. This particular demon had chosen the outskirts of a quiet, isolated shrine as her hideout. It was rare to see a visitor, but at least it was safe. With someone coming out to the shrine only twice a week to maintain the gardens and collect the donations, there was never a threat of being discovered and she could openly attack any foolish enough to wander nearby. Male, female, or something in between - it mattered not to the demon, who simply needed someone or something to breed with.

>>139076

>It had gotten more and more difficult to find victims these days.

I'm sure it had.

>Orgy thread is back

Yay! My first RP as a character ever was in one of these. I'm busy all weekend, but sometime this week I'll try to swing in and play a teasing dominant shemale Peach if we have any cock craving faggots in here.

Might as well try this again.

The crowd cheered as the last upbeat song ended and its singers - idols much like the next one up, although less popular - receded back behind the stage. A crowd of hundreds, thousands, maybe even hundreds of thousands applauded with luminescent sticks and gaudy wear mimicking that of those on stage, but all that hollering was merely the sound of crickets compared to the upheaval upon tonight's star's arrival.

Her form was projected on an enormous screen filling the entire backstage as she walked up, followed by many a camera and stare. She energetically walked up to the front of the stage, a bounce in her step and a smile in her voice as she spoke moonrunes into microphone. "Good evening everyone! I'm Miku Hatsune!" This vocaloid needed no introduction.

You, of course, saw all of this in great detail. You somehow managed to fight your way all into the front - A little too far, in fact, as you narrowly avoided getting smooshed against the stage. You could even see that the microphone was likely just a prop, and the real mikes were actually hidden in the cuffs of her iconic skirt. Surround sound, perhaps even more.

But that's not all you saw. As she bounced up into position almost directly in front of you, for the split fraction of a second you could spot some pantyshot. Almost as iconic as her outfit itself and definitely a part of it was a pair of Then again. And again. Strangely, no-one seemed to be capturing the sight, and yet… You're convinced you've seen a bulge, quite a prominent one at that. Could this super-idol have been a trap all along? Impossible, those breasts are definitely real. Even then, you've heard… rumors.

The show passes without problem. You find yourself puzzled at what you saw even as Miku calls out over the audience with an announcement.

"Everyone! All of you in the front row get free backstage passes!"

What followed was… well, outrage. Miku hadn't specified her conditions very well, after all. The front row could be any amount of people. Even those in the rafters believes themselves to be in the front row. You were of no question, however, as you could nearly kiss Miku's feet with how close you were. So you, along with some others climbed up onto the stage at Miku's beckon, following her backstage.

Behind, there was an impressive arrangement of audio techs, assistants and assorted personnel running every which way, equipment and notes in hand. There could easily be hundreds of staff just to get this event off without a hitch. Some of the lucky attendants found themselves in the presence of some other minor idols or guided by specialized staff, but you've found yourself following in Miku's steps instead. She rounded a few corners accompanied by assistants and some guests - you included - tailing behind. One moment you saw her long twin tails disappearing behind a doorway, the next she's gone. Just up and vanished. You stood confused with the other guests, then went on your own way.

1/2

>>139196

You checked doors on the way, finding broom closets, staff rooms with coffee grinders and brewers and vacant dressing rooms along the hall until you happened upon a rather inconspicuous looking door. Either through sheer luck or divinity itself, you've found yourself barging through the exact right door in that labyrinth of a backstage to find yourself in Miku's abode. It took you a while, though.

"What is this instant crap!? Shit."

In fact, you've taken long enough for her to undress into more casual wear and start munching on some treat. Miku nursed a steaming paper cup of - ya fuckin' guessed it - coffee in an oversized bean chair while a few of her attendants stood around her, looking very concerned about their future if Miku's demands hadn't been met. She slurped at it, then a look of revulsion flashed across her face. She looked like she was about to hurl the cup at one of her assistants before she stopped herself mid-swing. She reconsidered it and took another disgruntled sip as said assistant kept cowering in fear.

"God, can't I get a proper coffee once?"

Her assistants sure didn't look like they could provide one, or at least couldn't speak up against the idol. What a strange shift in demeanor. You've never seen Miku like this - maybe she's just pissed off about her lack of caffeine? Or maybe she's just spoiled rotten. Her lavishly accommodated suite and leagues of subordinates - some of which are popular in their own right - gives credibility to that hypothesis.

It appears no one's noticed you yet. Come to think of it, the assistants themselves are a disparate bunch, some of them probably idols themselves. You've seen that one staff room on the way. You might just fit in and earn some brownie points on top. How else could you get a peek at Miku's 'trade secret'?

Bratty dickgirl Miku, the whole works. Looking for females, maybe even herms. Written open for additional 'guests'. I won't be as wordy going on, it's just that opening posts are always a literary wharblegarble. It even threw a "body too long" error at me. Jesus, brevity really is the soul of wit.

>>139200

>>139197

Given the choice, I think I'll go with a confident and quirky girl, but ultimately enough of a loyal fan to be happily submissive.

Hearing her idol's frustrated outbursts, Maka just knew she had to do something. Miku deserved better than this! If no one else in the building was competent enough to please the idol, then it was up to Maka herself to be there for her! As much as it pained her to backtrack after getting so close to Miku, she passed back through the corridor and peeked her head around some of the side rooms again. It shouldn't be too much of a problem if they saw her messing around, right? She had been invited backstage after all. Among all the crazy characters in the venue, Maka's multi-coloured hair thankfully didn't really stand out all that much, contrary to the norm. People barely batted an eyelid at her as she casually made her way up to the coffee machine she'd noticed earlier.

Taking a look at the equipment, the assistants had left the residue of previous drinks in the press. No wonder it tastes like crap, Maka thought to herself, taking the necessary pieces apart and giving them a quick wash. Searching around the machine and in some nearby drawers, she managed to find some fine beans. She set to work and a few minutes later she had herself a cup of joe that she was confident would be better than anything the incompetent staff here could manage. Excited and cheerful, she made her way back through to Miku's room, where the other assistants had fortunately dispersed, probably out to get other things demanded by the idol.

"One perfect coffee, specially made for the ultimate idol!" ''Maka boldly declared as she barged in, approaching Miku fearlessly and holding out the cup. "I saw your show today, Miku-chan! Oh, can I call you Miku? Miku-sama, maybe? It was amazing, as always! I've always wanted to meet you! Can I do anything else for you, Miku-sama?"

>>139204

The key in fitting in is looking like you fit. Through a combination of joy-induced confidence and a cheerful walk, Maka managed to get back to the idol within a few minute's time without an issue. And there could have been many an issue - security personnel, alternatively dressed in full black suit or reflex vest, passed through the corridor every few seconds, hurrying to some minor accident or other. It'd be hard to imagine all those fans keeping quiet when a select few got inside seemingly at random.

Still, it took her a few minutes, and when she got back, Miku was already berating another assistant, a shorter girl with swirly hair and a young figure.

"What the hell do you mean 'only powdered'?! I've specifically had those beans shipped in, and-"

It seems she, against all better judgement, brought up an issue with Miku's cup which now sat cold, unattended and still mostly full on a table to the side. And weren't it for Maka interrupting Miku's lecture, the assistant might've gotten some slapping on top.

"… Eh?"

Miku turned to Maka, blushing from anger and looking at least a little scary. The remaining assistant took the cue and made like a tree as Maka distracted her boss, leaving the room empty except for Miku and her guest. Miku stood still, first looking the arrival in the face, then at the white cup in her hands. She sniffed at it, then eagerly took it and threw her head back to gulp down almost half of it, ignoring how hot it might've been. Then she let out a long sigh, looking back at Maka.

"Just call me Miku."

She wiped her mouth off with a sleeve - the one part of her show costume that she hadn't yet taken off - and smiled, relieved at Maka, breathing coffee steam at her.

"Thanks."

Miku stumbled back to her beanbag, dropping into it after she's prodded away the much shitter coffee cup to the side. She laid there for a while, enjoying the sensation of the caffeine taking effect, her anger evaporating away as she continued.

"That's some good coffee. Really, thanks."

She stretched in the bean bag before settling down spread eagle, relaxed yet slowly gaining energy. Maka could spot that infamous bulge now, even though it was obscured by a thicker pair of partially zipped trousers. Miku only had a loose sleeve-less shirt and short-trousers on, apart from the usual hair accessories and the remaining arm-length sleeves and the stockings on her long legs. She sighed contentedly to herself before she finally added, "… But, if you want to do more, you could… I don't know, give me a massage? I have a long night ahead of me." She rolled her shoulders around, shifting in the beanbag for emphasis. Idols must get quite the work out while performing with all that dancing and singing, but Miku didn't have a single bead of sweat on her. Idol physiology? Space magic? Who knows.

Could be a foot massage. Could be a totally ordinary massage. It could even be a mutually beneficial happy ending. So many choices, right?

>>139211

"H-Hey-" Miku tensed up, wiggling her right foor in Maka's hands before relaxing back down as Maka seemed to get better. She dipped back down, sipping on her coffee as she rolled her foot to give her temporary servant a better angle.

Miku rolled her eyes at Maka's adoration, covering her skewed expression with the coffee cup - It had '#1 Idol' printed on it, funnily enough. How did Maka manage to pick that one out? She's heard enough compliments to last her a lifetime, but even then, she nodded at the girl's last sentiment. She was about to open her mouth to get on a protracted rant on how worthless, pathetic and otherwise incompetent her current assistants were when she heard Maka's last comment.

"What? Relax? Don't you mean 'fuck'?" Looks like Miku isn't a stranger to these affairs, or one for euphemism and subtlety. She eyed Maka with a minor amount of indignation, but then she took another sip. Slurp, more like.

"… Oh, sure. Before the coffee runs out." She loudly slurped the rest of her coffee as one of her hands unzipped her shorts. Shimapan, of course. The white and teal stripes that defined a generation. It could be Maka's imagination acting up again, but the bulge seemed… larger. Almost as if it moved. It barely remained contained within those panties. But Miku left it at that.

At least, until she quite suddenly wiggled her foot free of Maka's hands and forced it into Maka's mouth. Two toes found themselves lodged in there, and they tasted of… well, not much at all. Maybe some soap. Fresh.

"But first, train your mouth a little, hm?" There was a devilish spark in Miku's eyes.

>>139214

If I wanted to fuck a self-insert, I'd just go on omegle. Forbidden fruit is some tasty shit.

Seriously though, I've played with some good males in these threads before, but they're rare. This place isn't all just 'chan regulars, there's plenty of stinking normies around that spoil the mood. They most usually play males, coincidentally.

>>139215

Maka's eyes lit up, having been given the go-ahead more readily than she had expected. That probably meant the idol was used to such attention, Maka realised… She had to outdo them all and prove herself worthy of the idol's attention! She watched in excitement as Miku unzipped her pants, shuffling them down just enough to show off the prominent bulge in her underwear. It made her feel something in her own panties as she hungrily eyed Miku's crotch.

Before she could make a move or say anything else though, her attention was drawn back to the idol's foot, which wriggled in her hands for a moment before suddenly lodging itself in her mouth. She was shocked, but quickly regained her composure and after a few seconds of adjusting she started to move her tongue, suckling on those toes obediently. It was a new experience, to be sure, but not one that she disliked. Serving her idol like this was arousing and she felt honoured to get to touch the amazing Miku's feet in such an intimate way.

Taking the new development in her stride, she swirled her tongue around those first two toes before moving to suck on the others too. She put her hands back in place under Miku's ankle and heel, so the idol didn't have to hold it up herself, and set to work worshipping her foot. The loyal fan tasted every toe and licked up along her sole a few times before shuffling over to the other foot, lifting that up into her hands to do the same. She didn't know if any of Miku's assistants did this sort of thing for the idol, but if they did, Maka was determined to outperform them.

"I'll do anything you ask of me, Miku!" Maka declared proudly. "I'll show you what a real dedicated assistant can do!"

>>139219

Miku watched the girl with quite some amusement, silently giggling to herself. Or maybe she wast just ticklish. No matter what she thought of the girl's ministrations, she curled and uncurled her toes, spreading them and playing with her tongue through the sodden stocking. She even held her tongue between two toes, wiggling it around as if it were a bell. She had never done this before - or rather, never had this done to her before. She just did it as a laugh, expecting the fangirl to choke on her foot or something to that tone. But nope. Beyond all expectations so far, and there were many.

The idol pressed her feet together so her servant could cleanly transfer over, flicking her right foot off once she's started suckling on her other. The fabric of her thighhighs was fairly thin but stretchy and durable - something stringy and latex-like - so it didn't keep fluids all too well. Even then, Maka could feel her dyed hair getting a little moist as Miku rubbed her head with her free foot, both to cheer her on and to dry it off.

"Y-Yeah, do my sole," she commanded as her panties started growing a formidable tent, the kind that disregarded most boundaries and popped up from the top of panties. She absent-mindedly rubbed at the bulge with one hand as Maka worked on another patch of idol land. Maka could hear Miku's breath hitching every time she found a more sensitive spot, but she never moaned. She mostly managed to cover it up with quiet laughter

By the end, Maka could see Miku grinning wide, openly and earnestly. "Wow. That was… great." Her blush was no longer that of anger but of arousal, and it sure showed in her crotch. She had set the cup to the side and her hands were now back at her crotch, pushing her trousers downwards and her panties to the side.

"You've earned yourself a prize," She grinned down at the girl, letting her half-stick cock pop out from the side of her panties, already standing at some eight inches and engorging further. Next came her balls, smooth and hairless as they smooshed into the side of her thigh. She held up her cock by the uncut skin of the tip for Maka's perusal, patting her on the head with a foot for encouragement, "Seeing how well you've cleaned my feet, this must be your destiny." Maybe she was going to make a servant out of Maka after all?

>>139220

Maka nuzzled her head against Miku's foot as the idol rubbed her hair. Whether or not the idol intended it to be a sign of encouragent and affection, Maka was happy to accept it as one. Maka had enjoyed worshipping Miku's feet more so than she'd expected, though in truth she was simply happy to worship any part of the perfect idol. She was almost disappointed when Miku moved her feet away from her mouth, but what she was offered in exchange was more than enough to make her eyes light up in joy.

She looked on in bewilderment and awe as Miku pulled her panties to the side, letting that monster of a cock spring up. Maka knew right away that this was going to be a challenge, but she had no intentions of letting her idol down! This was her first time being in front of cock so big before. She'd been with just two guys before, but their relationships had been altogether vanilla. She could count the number of times she'd given someone head before on one hand, but it was enough experience to at least give her a good idea of what felt good and what didn't.

"Everything about you is amazing, Miku," Maka said as she shuffled forwards between her legs, eager to get closer. "Even your cock is huge!" Reaching out, Maka wrapped a hand around Miku's impressive girth, palm and fingers curling into shape and tensing, testing the member with a gentle grip. Leaning forwards, she opened her mouth and closed her lips around the first two inches of Miku's length, tongue encircling the idol's tip, rubbing and caressing it with its wet warmth. Taking her lips away again for a moment, her hand started to stroke up and down the mighty mast as she spoke proudly, "You can have any part of my body you like! I live to serve!"

Sadly, I need to start heading off to work now. If you want to go ahead and leave another post, I'll get back to you as soon as I can. I'm really enjoying it so far, looking forward to continuing!

>>139222

"I'm sure it is," Miku responded dismissively as Maka came closer, waving her off with an all the more dismissive gesture. She must've heard how 'sugoi' she is a thousand times over. Her name got worn out over such words to the point of complete erosion, to the point where the girl didn't even flinch when she revealed something that a scant few dozen people know about. If anyone of her less worthy assistants were ever to ask 'Gee, Miku-neesan, is that a pocket rocket or do you have a huge cock' in that all too smarmy manner, she'd just tell them to fuck off with their disgusting fetishes. It seemed to work. Rumors remained rumors, and her panties remained generally intact.

Miku watched Maka find her mark, thrusting her hips up a little to help her along and throbbing in response to every minute touch. She was rock hard within moments, and her hot cock seemed like it'd be begging to escape its measly size and soar ever higher when the girl's lips closed around its tip. Miku's cock truly was massive in the girl's hand, putting most all men bar the most well-endowed to utter shame at 11 inches, enough girth to throw a monkey wrench into using most masturbatory aids, and a voluminous undercarriage to boot. Weren't it for her voice and beauty, she'd have entered the porn industry for sure. Then again, this business is something very much like it, at least in practice.

When she heard of the girl's devotion, she was tempted to call Joseph over and tell him her kidneys are free for the taking, but that might've ruined the mood. And not because Maka would refuse in total shock. She really would have to hire her, wouldn't she? Well, hiring implies a salary, and that might not be necessary at all. Come to think of it, she never even thought about hiring some fans as assistants - it'd be difficult even if she did. A lot of them were disgusting or completely useless, others unnecessary baggage and so on. All of her current assistants were either hired through her company - stuck up professionals who would rather work at a TheDonald's than compliment her music - or other singers and idols she's badgered into doing her duty in exchange for trifle pay or a lack of blackmailing. It worked thus far, but none of them knew how to brew a cuppa. Or, at least, they deliberately didn't to get back at her.

Miku gasped lightly when she felt Maka's hand sliding along her shaft, shifting her hips around at the touch. Her cock twitched back, a pea of precum appearing at the tip. Physical checkups were always an inherently awkward affair for Miku. 'What's that?' 'Oh, that? It's my penis.' 'Your what?' 'My penis, you idiot. What the hell would you think it is, a glued on wet noodle that got mixed in with the ping pong ball factory next door? Of course it's a penis!' 'Well, it says here you are female, so-' 'Look, I don't care how young or old you are, I can fuck you into the ground any way I want with this-' Emphasizing cockthwap on the chair, which topples it 90% of the time, breaks a rung the rest, '-So do I have a cold or not?' And so on. Contrary to her boasting with the few private doctor's she's dealt with, she hasn't used it much at all. She hadn't the time. But now she had assistance, so she told exactly which body part she wanted right then, "Serve me with your mouth."

And as if she wasn't aroused or blushing in any way, she advised in much the same casual way, "Be careful. I'm damn pent up." And she was. She's been touring, concert by concert, contract by contract for months. She's been her music company's little paid slut for quite a while, and not even in the literal sense. With barely a moment of free time between each event and with the rest filled with business deals, talks, preparation and mandatory cardio, she was lucky to ever get a break. She hasn't jacked it for months. And now it was being taken up by this adoring fan.

"Oh, and if you have any friends, bring them along. I could pay them well." She rubbed Maka's neck with one foot, quite bluntly encouraging her as she pushed her head closer. She left Maka's neck sticky with her own saliva as she reached over to the table and tried to drink from her cup to no avail. She set it back down, disappointed at the entire lack of coffee. She couldn't do with just one devoted assistant, no - at least two, better three. One could get her fresh coffee, the other could clean her body and the third could be Maka. She'd taken a liking to the girl's idea of massaging. Otherwise, she let the girl do onto her as she liked, at her own pace. Miku was a patient girl - when she could afford it, which wasn't often. She hasn't disappointed her yet, so she didn't feel bad in giving her freedom.

I'll be waiting. There might even be more guests by then.

>>139224

Miku's already impressive member just seemed to get bigger and bigger in Maka's small hands, which honestly scared her a little. It wasn't the idea that it could hurt her that she found threatening, rather the worry that she might disappoint her idol by not being able to take it all. The more she stared at that immense cock, the more she had to accept that there was no way she could fit all of that in her mouth. She needed a plan B - disappointing Miku was not an option.

As she thought about what to do, she leaned forwards and pressed her tongue to the underside of the idol's length, flicking it across her tip. Sealing her lips around the head once more, she licked and suckled on those first few inches, slowly sinking further down as she considered her options. Friends, huh? That wasn't completely off the table. She knew of a few other people from the Miku fansite she frequented that were attending this show as well, people who would be more than happy to serve in much the same way. But then again, Maka had Miku all to herself right now. She was the sole objection of her idol's pleasure and arousal… No, she couldn't afford to be selfish right now. If she called in some backup, the of them could please the idol together, ensuring satisfaction.

Without removing her lips from Miku's member, Maka reached into her pocket and fished out her phone. Searching through her contacts, she found one of the girls that she knew had managed to find her way backstage too, typing up a quick message. 'I found Miku's room and OMG she has such a huge dick!!! Come find us, it's the door with Backstage VIP Lounge 2 written on it. I need your help pleasing her!!' Maka hit send and slid the phone back into her pocket, turning her attention back to the idol as she waited.

Ai, with her black hair, blue eyes and impressive bosom for her age, had to do a double-take when she read the text she'd received from Maka. Was it a joke? Maka was always telling tall tales and this one seemed particularly absurd. Still, there was that rumour going around. Ai always vehemently denied it whenever it cropped up on the fansite, though she couldn't deny that she might've thought about it on more than one occasion. Whilst naked. With her fingers between her legs. Still, her idol could never be so… indecent! Right? …Ai had to know. She wandered through the corridors, searching for the aforementioned door. In just a few minutes, she was standing right outside. Quietly, carefully, she started to push the door open to peek inside…

Jessica, standing out from her Asian peers with her brunette hair, sighed as she leaned against a wall. She was having a stressful night. The music was too loud, there were too many people around and she'd completely lost the agent she was supposed to be shadowing. Studying business management and Japanese, Jessica was in Japan as part of her course. Being surrounded by the language at all times was helping her adapt to fluency a lot, but overall the experience had been very overwhelming so far. She took a sip of her coffee and scrunched up her face in distaste. Why do people even bother buying this instant crap? Throwing it away, she tried to take a breather for a few minutes.

It was then that Jessica spotted someone who looked out of place snooping around. As she watched, the other girl went to push a door open to peek inside… I should stop this, Jessica thought to herself, and plucked up her courage. "E-excuse me…" she spoke as she took a step forwards, only to trip on her own feet. With a yelp, she tumbled forwards and collided with the other girl, the two of them squeaking as they fell into the door, knocking it open. Maka jumped, then silently sighed in relief that she didn't instinctively tense up and clench her teeth. Ai and Jessica both looked up from the floor, amazed by the sight of Maka kneeling in front of the green-haired idol, who seemed to possess an incredibly large cock. Ai's expression soon turned to one of wonder, awe and excitement. Jessica just looked confused. Japan is such a fucking weird country, she thought to herself.

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>>139216

>>139217

Well if no one else wants to try, I'll do it myself.

"Oh, fuck…" Austin groaned as he relaxed. Raising his one sticky hand up, he watched with mild amusement as the stringy, white seed stretched and drooped from his fingers. Fuck, that had felt good. This time, he'd blown his load near Abby's desk. Tomorrow, he'd be looking at her in class, thinking about how close she's sitting to the spot where he'd spilled his seed. He'd spend the whole day hard at those thoughts and then do it again after school, near another girl's desk. This was the third day in a row he'd done this - the thrill from those vulgar thoughts and the possiblity that he could be caught were absolutely exhilirating. Of course, he didn't really think that he would be caught. The school is empty at this time, there's no reason for anyone to be in the building. Anyone still around for club activities would be across the courtyard in the other building.

He remained relaxed on the floor for a little while before reaching over to his bag and pulling out a packet of tissues to clean up with. His fantasies always started with him as the big man, pleasing the girls as he fucked them wild, but though he was loathe to admit it, he often actually got off more to thoughts of being pushed down, made to eat them out, being ridden forcibly. He was a shy, young man and these secret, public masturbation sessions were the only real outlier in his otherwise modest and introverted personality. Turning around, he leaned under Abby's desk and licked the floor where her feet would normally rest during class. "God, you're pathetic, Austin," he said to himself under his breath. And then he imagined hearing those same words in Abby's voice a felt a pleasurable chill run through his spine. Of course, it hadn't even ocurred to him that he could've been seen doing any and all of this…

A lot of ways this could go that I'd be happy with. Obviously set up for some femdom, but said fem could be a trap. Teacher or student both work. Or both, there's no limit on the number of characters in the partner post. It doesn't have to be particularly dom either - Austin will be submissive and possibly even beg his partner to dom him if they don't initially, but shy/reluctant doms can be hella cute.

>>139320

Miku shivered. She had craved for this release for a long time. Pun entirely intended. Another few drops of pre made their way to Maka's mouth even as she pulled out… something that shone quite a lot. Miku heard some tapping, then a brief spike of anger shot through her features before she's settled back down again - She obviously wasn't going to leak anything. She's just getting some of those friends, obviously. Yeah. Miku rewarded Maka for her generosity with another bead of sweet, sweet precum. She's even managed to take more of Miku's cock as she distracted herself with her phone, bless her.

This was basically how half the rumors started. Someone saw a bigger knob than expected in Miku's panties, sent it out without photo evidence and their friends did rest of the work. Miku listened carefully to see if this message was in fact lacking photo evidence, and she sighed as she heard nor saw any evidence of Maka taking a picture. She personally wouldn't mind; it likely wouldn't turn into that big of a deal - but you never know. Miku has a multi-billion carreer to uphold. In fact, Miku found there was something tempting about some girl leaking out photos of her cock while taking half of it.

Miku was brought out of her reverie by first the door creaking open, then it nearly falling off its hinges as a pair of girls collided and fell through the entrance. Her legs tensed for a few moments as if she was ready to jump away - all they've managed to do is bring Maka closer. A little too noisy, but they'd do.

「やれやれ～」 would be the first thing Jessica heard inside that room, apart from surprised screaming and the sound of a teenage girl sucking off another teenage girl. At least, they both looked teenage. Come to think of it, most people in and at this concert did. One of those girls spoke up - specifically the one getting sucked off - and motioned the two towards her with a hand motion and a smile. She had a peculiar voice, high pitched but smooth and one could even call it delicate - if she wasn't getting sucked off at that moment.

"And close the door, it's breezy outside." Miku grinned at the two new guests. Tonight was getting filled with new experiences, wasn't it? Not two, but three new assistants of an entirely different kind. It couldn't possibly get better, could it? She's gonna have to expand her payroll quite a bit, if not for their salary then for some leashes and cute outfits. Could she do that? Likely yes - was the sad but true answer.

"One of you gets to clean my feet, the other can get me some coffee. Understand?" She thrust up into Maka's mouth, holding her head with one hand and squeezing the bean bag with the other. She glanced a look at the girl, humming to herself before adding, "Or you could clean uh…-" Miku waved her hand in circles in the air. She realized she didn't even know this selfless broad'd name, and in the middle of the blowjob probably isn't the best time to ask, "-this girl's feet. Up to you."

>>139394

The idol proffered her feet towards the one girl as she approached, crossing one leg over the other and holding Maka's head close. She spotted the girl eyeing the other and casually commented before she could accept her feet, "No worries, you'll get your turn." She bucked up into Maka's mouth again, caressing her head with a hand as she watched her try so hard. An admirable effort. She might have to pay her in more than just butt plugs and slutty direct-access panties. "Oh, and your friend's already licked those clean." Heh, that must be the most improper indirect kiss ever. The girl went to work regardless, and Miku was forced to bite her lip to stifle a moan from the combination stimulation. She reclined back to hide her vulnerable expression, hands folded behind her head.

Miku let out a long sigh. She really was getting spoiled, wasn't she? One girl trying her best to take her cock, another trying her best to match the previous' performance in foot service, a third trying to find where to fit in. It felt like she was back in high school, except with a lot more dicksucking. Well, getting more dicksucking at least. Miku instinctively moved her hips up in time with Maka's lips, occasionally hitting the roof of her mouth as she went out of sync and hearing her choke a little every time with some amusement. She was enjoying this a little too much. She was holding herself down just to see how long Maka could go - otherwise she would've came two times over already.

That's when Jessica walked into her field of vision. Miku struggled to keep a neutral, generally pleased expression as the girl came closer. She didn't need to - she wasn't the type to lock eyes with someone in the middle of oral sex. Instead, Miku's face turned sour at the woman's anxious actions. She took the cup, then pushed it back into the woman's side with a scowl, "I'm no baby, I can hold it myself. Can't you see it's empty?" And it was. Miku couldn't possibly let a good cuppa go unattended for so long. Even then, she calmed down, realizing she probably wouldn't get any more of that sweet dark goodness with harsh words and swearing. Or the sound of a girl choking on her dick once again while another slurped inbetween her toes did the job. She twirled a strand of long, teal hair with her free hand while smiling up to the woman, depending on charm more than anger, "Are you able to fill it back up? As you can see-" Miku motioned to the duo beneath her, "-I am currently hiring capable staff." She gave the woman an incredibly blunt wink. So blunt, in fact, that it likely didn't have anything sexual about it at all - she just implied her previous staff sucked dicks, and not in the good way.

Speaking of sucking dick, Maka was doing too good a job. Miku felt herself peak - then punched it right back into a recessed valley. All that came out was an larger than usual dollop of precum accompanied by a quiet moan and her toes accidentally gripping Ai's lower lip. As an idol, Miku had many a technique learned throughout her career. She meditated, she stretched, she ran, she did everything to stay in shape, both mental and physical. She just had very little play. In fact, the little play she did get frequently got interrupted by awfully well-timed execs and messenger boys barging in. She had perfected the art of cumming, then stuffing all that semen back before it could do any damage. It was a pentagruelian task. But she was just perfect like that.

>>139403

Miku gulped loudly, shaking from the mental effort required of cockblocking yourself through sheer will. She groaned, shifting her hips as if to escape Maka's mouth, but she neither wanted that nor would be capable of such a feat. She held the fabric of the bean bag tightly as if it'd help her concentrate. This one was close. It wouldn't take much at all to kick her over the edge and then some. Maka redoubling her efforts to get her off didn't help - but she could handle it, at least for a little while. Mouth versus cock. It was a battle of the wits. Only the one who lasted longer would truly be worthy. She'd take the girl to the ends of her lungs and back if she had to.

It was unfortunate, then, that she listened to Maka's friend. The admission of devotion made her cock twitch and balls jump, but that was nothing compared to 'mistress'. "Really?" She leaned forward and stared silently at the girl currently worshiping her feet, "… Seriously?" The only other sound in the room apart from her voice was the dutiful slurping of Maka's mouth. That honest trooper of a gal was so devoted to Miku that she hadn't even bothered with masturbating, unlike her obviously less devoted friend. She could see the hand that wasn't around her leg buried somewhere between the girl's legs. And the very insolence - that kind of service usually came at millions of yen, and that didn't come with the risk of pregnancy. No, this wouldn't do, "If you wish-" Miku roughly kicked Ai away, shaking her sodden foot off at her, "-No feet for you. Not until you make your friend cum. With your mouth. Now." "She pierced Ai with a fierce stare, one that would definitely force her into action. And if it didn't, there's no reason why she couldn't extend her battle with Maka by interrupting it with some serious berating. Miku knew ways to make even a masochist regret their decision."

That was, of course, when Jessica returned. Miku hadn't even noticed her until she was next to Maka - and then, in a moment of distraction caused by Ai's sheer selfishness, she finally lost.

Miku bolted upright, hands enclosing around Maka's head as her legs wrapped around her torso, forcing her into soldiering through something akin to a surprise-deepthroat. Jessica's sudden entry forced the rest of Miku's enormous shaft down Maka's mouth, throat and a few inches further. It was a wonder that a deepthroat was even possible in this position, but apparently it was. Miku didn't need any proof. Her little death was proof enough. She felt Maka's throat tremble around it, nose sniffling uselessly against her bare crotch and chin resting against a pair of testicles already in the midst of release. She was unloading rope upon rope into Maka before she even realized, and before she hope to bring back control she found herself in the throes of a powerful climax. Her entire body shook with each spurt, eyes turning sky-ward as she thrust into Maka's mouth in reflexive spasms, depositing the hefty load of many average men right into her throat.

Miku found difficulty even with not toppling over forwards as she twitched, groaning for a good half minute before she let off. She slumped back into her beanbag, letting go of Maka's head and pushing her off her still drooling member so she doesn't go anemic. She had at least that decency. Even then, she remained as she was, panting for quite a while, looking at least a bit delirious until she realized - Jessica came back with her coffee, right? Miku blindly pawed in the general direction where she heard the thunk of the cup - then brought it over and slurped at it loudly without even turning her head. A little messy, at least. Revitalized, she put it away and glared at Jessica, still standing and looking a little too assertive.

"What are you waiting for? Clean it." She wiped her mouth with her sleeve - which definitely had coffee stains on it by now. No matter how much she tried to hide it, her voice seemed breathy. But her cock was still twitching provocatively like an amateur boxer who managed to survive the first round against Apollo Creed. That coffee really must've revitalized her. She patted Maka's head - just to make sure she's okay, in no way was she silently complimenting her, no - before gently pushing her away and giving Jessica a view of her objective. Her smooth, covered in cum and Maka's drool, enormous objective. Heh, that's a second one. Miku might have to start noting them down.

Missing an arm and an eye with a large scar marking her body from head to stomach, Matilda had long since accepted that she didn't fit into most people's definition of 'pretty'. Even her remaining eye looked odd, tinted red permanently thanks to her injuries. Even her chest was flat, so she couldn't even rely on her bodyshape. Even so, she was still a woman, with needs and desires like any other. She did have a boyfriend before the car crash, so she wasn't completely inexperienced, but the trauma did drive them away. A few years on now at the age of 19, she finally felt ready to present herself sexually once again.

There was a problem, however - the after-effects of the accident had left her introverted and secluded for quite some time. It had taken away her parents too, after all. She didn't really know many people any more. Her only male friends were all online in far away places, so she couldn't exactly ask one of them to… 'take care' of her. As she trawled the web for a solution, she came across stories of a venue not far from where she lived. Some sort of orgy bar, where people met up just to fuck. Matilda was nervous, but this seemed like her best bet. Dressing lightly, she set out for her destination, both fear and desire weighing down on her.

When she reached the address she'd read online, she suddenly wasn't too sure about heading inside. A single door at the side of a building, the nearby windows were all seemingly blacked out so that you couldn't see outside. There were no signs of any kind, other than a lot number. Swallowing her fears, she pushed the door and stepped inside to find… a rather pleasant-looking bar. There were no customers at this time, just the bartender on her own.

"Welcome," the bartender said, idly polishing glasses. "Don't see many people here at this time. I don't think there are more than a few people round the back."

Matilda looked over to another door besides the counter, which held a sign above it reading, 'Orgy room this way'. Steeling herself, Matilda pushed through the door and walked down a short corridor, reaching a curtain. She could smell the pungent scents of semen and sex already, her hands shaking as she pushed past the curtain. The room beyond it was large and open, with pieces of furniture dotted all around. Couches, beds and tables in abundance. Moody lighting bathed the place in a warm glow and quiet music came from speakers in the walls. Looking around, there really were only a few people in there. But she was here now, so she scratched her head and started to disrobe, hoping to draw some attention.

Male or female partner, or multiple of each, a mix, whatever, it's all good. Maybe even the bartender could come round for some fun. A gentle and vanilla start befitting a woman who hasn't done this sort of thing in 3 years or so, with the possibility of ramping up into some other stuff later.

As the sun set, a mature-looking woman made her way into the bar. It'd been a long day shooting out in the local woods. Now the light was gone, and so were all the birds and deer. The local wildlife was gorgeous as always, but tonight, Christine was in the mood for a different kind of beauty, carnal and intimate.

After helping herself to a cider and a basket of fries at the bar, she slipped into the back room. Peeling off her modest sweater and shirt, a pair of heavy breasts bounced out. Looking down a little self-consciously, Chrissy had to wonder if the lacy black underthings she picked out for tonight were overdoing it…

Taking a glance around for a partner, the first person that caught her eye was the small-framed girl with the scarring (>>139410), but the energetic brunette flinging her clothes across the room certainly didn't fail to catch her attention either (>>138960). Taking a seat across from the both of them, she gave a small wave and a smile, wondering if either of them would come over.

Everyone always said she was too ditzy to be a sorceress, but Lenne had been determined to prove them wrong. She studied hard, focusing all her energy and time, learning the ways of magic and runes. In the end, she managed to prove to everyone that had doubted her… that they were absolutely right.

Lenne moved her hands, following the motions and conjuring up the circles with her gestures. The portal started to form and grow right before her eyes. This was a delicate magic and concentration was important - lose focus before completing it all properly and the portal could be linked to pretty much anywhere, allowing anything that happened to be on the other side to wander back through. It was at that moment that she spotted a large spider crawling along the wall near her and she cried out in fear. Her fate was sealed, the portal opening up and locking to… she had absolutely no idea where. Poking her head through to find out probably wasn't a particularly good idea either, so her only real option was to close it again, as soon as possible. Unfortunately, that would take a minute or so to do, leaving more than enough time for something to find its way through…

Anything. Tentacle beast, minotaur, a group of bandits, a lesbian orc, a dog - I'm down to try anything. Obviously going for a pretty rapey angle, but it doesn't have to be, depending on what comes on through. On the flipside, it could get incredibly violent and sadistic too.

>>139430

did I say 10 more like a day right huh fuck me

In the small window between seeing Maka off and Jessica taking her place, she watched the two with a measure of… surprise. She had intended to preoccupy Maka with her friend and therefore come on top by proxy, but Jessica put a stop to that. Instead, this… She couldn't imagine the speed at which she turned two women lesbian with a mere command in her wildest dreams. Actually, they were probably lesbians already, this was just a change of pace. Nevermind. Intercourse was always a difficult conversation with Miku. For her, it was like the birds and the bugbears.

Miku watched the two - hoping either of them would ware for dominance and start a fight - until Jessica blocked her views. She was tempted to yell at her for spoiling the fun, but she bid her time. Miku watched her with suspicion as she dipped further into the bean bag under their combined weight. She allowed Jessica to sit on her, she even allowed her the hand holding, but getting all close and personal cost $500 extra to the boss, and she wasn't under any contract then. She waited for the girl to lean in and speak her worth before she responded, mere inches away from her face,

"I'm sure you do."

She pursed her lips, then spit right at her nose.

"Get to cleaning before it gets any messier." She shrugged Jessica's hands off as if they were crawling insects and stared her down, waiting for her to make her move. Miku probably wouldn't be able to beat her in a fair fight, but 'liking it messy' is the same as 'playing dirty,' right?

The young bard played his lute quietly to himself just outside of town, looking over the fields, enjoying the scents and sights that nature had to offer. He'd spent the night at a local tavern and was preparing to bid farewell, leaving with a generous number of coins in his purse, a few pieces of jewellery and a certain satisfaction in his loins. Yes, he was little more than a smooth-talking thief, channeling magics through his songs to arouse those around him, melting away their inhibitions and will to resist. He'd satisfy himself in their beds, then steal away with their belongings before daybreak. It was a simple con, but a fun one to be sure, rarely landing him in any trouble. He chuckled at the thought of how many bastard children he must've sired around the neighboring kingdoms, readying himself to hit the road before he noticed a figure approaching…

Female partner only, but lots of options. A guard here to confront and apprehend him, the previous night's victim looking for revenge, a fellow thief, etc. His magic is easy to resist the full effect of if someone is aware of it, but it could still do enough to make someone horny, and who knows where it might go from there? Anything from punishing femdom to submitting to his charm is good. And a fellow thief might well be more attractive that anyone else, leading to a possibly balanced/switch scenario.

>>139329

Abby scolded herself under her breath as she made her way towards the classroom - Honestly, how could she be so scatterbrained as to forget something so important? She never had anywhere to go after class and no one to bother her when it came time to go home, so truly forgetting her reference book was inexcusable. Of course, that's what such a studious girl would think, but something about the empty halls and the far-off cries of her classmates made her happy. Oh, how much better it would be if school were like this! She wouldn't have to grind her teeth as aimless, obnoxious "Besties" made plans for parties next to her as if desperate to break her concentration. No rough-and-tumble boys to toss things about the classroom and horseplay as they strategized how to dump their chores on more rule-abiding people like herself. The thought of finally graduating so that she could stew her life away in some university laboratory almost made her smile - How wonderful it was being all by herself and free from other teenagers!

Opening the classroom door as quietly as was expected from such a prim girl, it took her a bit to realize just how wrong she was about being alone. Austin, her otherwise unassuming classmate, naked from the waist down…Cleaning the floor under her desk with his tongue…Something sticky, white, splattered all over the place…

Even a prude like herself could piece together what had happened. Austin was masturbating in the classroom after class and licking the floor was most likely some sort of bizarre fetish act. While Abby was renown for her robotic personality, witnessing something so disgusting had cracked her polite outer shell - With her brow starting to wrinkle and her mouth inching up into a sneer, her eyes didn't seem to know which gut-churning detail to focus on, because she certainly couldn't bring herself to stare at him directly. Was this normal for boys? Austin was so average, so easily lost in a crowd of males his age, that her mind spun at the thought of the rest of her classmates getting off in similarly crude ways. Truly, such a cold girl had never had enough of a social life to tell - More importantly, what disgusted her the most was that she found a strange sort of interest in her classmate's actions. Whenever Abby faced confusion her first response was always to investigate and experiment, and oh how she loathed that fact as she surveyed the baffling scene. Every reasonable part of her brain screamed at her to just take her books and leave him to his shame and yet she couldn't ignore the feeling that this would be her one and only chance to pry at such a strange boy.

"Austin…What is this…?" Her usually-monotone voice was filled with disgust, an understandably hard tone that a girl would only use to give a creep his final warning. Despite this, she inched her way into the classroom and closed the door as if she were in no rush to go anywhere, perhaps even trapping the pervert in front of her from escaping her.

It really hadn't been a good week for Marianne, not after moving out to a small village to live with her aunt. The stores around here didn't sell any of the more niche drinks she liked, every night was quiet and to top it all off, she was now being used to satisfy some kind of horrific pit beast that lives in the well. Typical.

Marianne had tried to escape her captors, but it was no use. A little bruised from the rough treatment, she soon found herself dangling from a hook and being lowered into the well. She tried to swing to one side and stop herself on the wall, but it was useless, her feet slipping fruitlessly from the wet surfaces. Staring down fearfully, a horrendous mouth of some kind seemed to open up from the ground itself, an army of thick, writhing tentacles shuddering as they reached up towards her. Her stomach churned, sickened by the sight, but that was only the start.

As she watched in disgust, one of the tentacles formed a little differently to the others. It was thicker and more consistent in girth, rather than tapering at the end. It looked veiny and had a kind of bulbous head that reminded Marianne of something… Ah. Now she understood why the weird cultists had said 'satisfy' rather than something like 'feed'. Marianne wasn't sure if she was going to leave this well alive… or even if she'd want to after this creature was finished with her.

>>140094

Referring to >>140018

>>140302

Let's make it not-ded.

Together.

>>140344

Got any ideas? I'm up for being female or shemale again

>>140344

Well, having everyone in the same place would help. If someone's partner vanishes, others could just keep the action going and find another hookup.

>>140303

>>140347

>>140348

>>140349

So I wound up playing Blood Bowl last night till 5am. Would anyone be interested in a victorious team of Amazons invading a local bar/club for a post-match fuck fest? All genders welcome, but dicks preferred.

sorry, got held up with something

Outside the club, there was yelling and cheering in the streets. The match at the stadium was over, no doubt, and it sounded like the Coral Snakes made a good show of it tonight.

A group of women burst in leather and snakeskin "uniforms" through the doors, already buzzed and high off of a fresh victory, carrying a brass chalice in tow. Pulling off a skull-masked helmet and letting it hit the floor, Thrasa Ando, the team's star blitzer took the first drink handed to her and downed it. A good win and a good fight always made her horny as hell and tonight gave the team both. "Woo! Who wants to fuck a star!?" the tanned and toned woman called out, the others ribbing her for her arrogance and apparent drunken sluttiness, while their receiver chimed in "Leave some for the rest of us, maneater!"

Megan stared out the window as she idly ate ice-cream, watching the sun rise in the distance. The last of the self-satisfied perverts of all kinds were making their way out of the building and Megan ticked the regulars off a mental checklist. Male, female, something in between; old, young, some perhaps too young; all sorts of people passed through those doors. Only a select few really ought to have known that beyond the building's front of a small cafe and bar there's a large hall in the back for exploring all sorts of anonymous debauchery, but the clientele always seemed so varied that it felt like no secret at all.

The place never really closed up properly, not even on holidays, but mornings were naturally always the quietest time. Every night, stains and smells would fill each corner of the rooms, so it was Megan's job to clean it all. She'd seen and experienced a lot of things, and become somewhat desensitized to the depths of sexuality and depravity that many would go to. She could get off to most things, but it often took something a little unusual or off-beat to really get her going. Megan looked at the clock on the wall, but she still had quite some time before her shift started.

Male, female, traps are all good, multiples of each too. Futa is fine too, but any of the previous three are preferred. Alternatively, something like consentacles would be fun. Otherwise, just anything unexpected, so long as it's got a more light-hearted tone.

"Oh? Done already?" Mandy chuckled as she flicked the softening dick that hung in front of her, the last few spurts of cum making a mess of her hand and dripping to the floor as she did. "Jeez, I barely touched you. Are these things really that good?" She looked at the tenga male sex toy as the man before her stepped back and sunk onto one of the stained couches to catch his breath. Semen dripped from the hole and down onto her ankle as she stood up. "Welp, that's one down," she announced, apparently counting the victory as her own, despite the cup doing most of the work. "So, who's next?"

Guys, girls and traps are all good, in any combination/number.

Last-ditch effort to revive this thread, or at least bring more RP to the board in general.

What would people want to see in here? What kind of things would make lurkers more likely to participate/contribute?

Nathan gulped, nerves getting the best of him as he remained rooted in place on one of the less-stained couches. This had been a terrible idea. His throat was dry just from the thought of approaching one of the women here, let alone trying to talk to them. Frankly, he was rather embarrassed to be here, but at least he didn't need to hide his erection. There was pre-cum oozing through his shorts and his underwear was rather uncomfortable, but he was too shy to take off his clothes at all. Thinking he was so much smarter and more mature than he really was, the 15 year old had sneaked in to the seedy establishment. What a great way to brag about losing his virginity, he'd thought to himself, but it wasn't anything like he'd imagined it would be.

It wasn't the glitzy and glamorous porn experience he'd imagined it would be. It was kind of plain and… real. Too real. There was too much happening for him to process. The smells were overwhelming and there were lots of things on the tables that he didn't know what to think of. He recognised some things lik the dildos, but what the hell was all the rest of it?! The people in the room defied his expectations too. Sure, there were some perfect bimbo bombshells like he'd expected, but there were more people who looked just average. Even the 'normal' looking girls seemed sexy though, and despite a number of them only being 3 or 4 years older than him, they all looked so… adult. It had been a long time since he'd felt so childish. He wanted out, but at the same time, he couldn't bring himself to leave. Despite everything, it was still mesmerising and incredibly arousing. So Nathan just sat there quietly on the couch, heart pounding as he tried to work up the courage to pull his shorts down and jerk off.

Hoping for a woman or trap, any age or level of experience, so long as they lead the charge, even if just a little.

"You can slow down with the buttons on your shirt, Chelsea," Ali said to his sister as they walked down the hall towards the orgy room. "We're not even in there yet."

"Pfft, that's rich, coming from you," Chelsea shot back with a grin. "You've almost got your tie off already."

"Hmph," Ali dismissed his sister with a wave of his hand and a smile. "It's just stuffy in here, that's all."

Chelsea laughed at her brother's excuse. "Trying to pretend you're not excited doesn't make you look as cool as you think it does~"

Alistair coughed to cover up his embarrassment as the twins made their entrance into the room, the scent of sex and the sounds of corny music and pleasured cries assaulting their senses. The two of them had both visited before a number of times, but never together. Having always been a close and curious pair, sexual experimentation of all kinds had come naturally to them. Even as they grew older and moved away from home, they knew they could count on one another, so on this day they'd come to the establishment seeking the same thing - a threesome. Man or woman, it didn't matter to them either way, so long as they were up for some fun.

I know the thread has been dead for four months, but fuck it, here goes nothing.

Maribelle frowned, but tipped the bottle anyway, pouring more wine into the outstretched glass that the customer was holding. "Alright, alright," she said as the crimson water splashed into the clumsily held glass. "But this is your last one." The bartender watched the blonde woman slap down a few notes onto the counter, take her drink and storm off in a huff back towards one of the couches. A sigh escaped her as she counted the money and returned the bottle to the shelf. Letting that girl drink too much was always a gamble. If she actually managed to catch someone's eye, she'd be a friendly, flirtatious and fun-loving girl, but if she didn't, she'd be grumpy all night and even rather aggressive if pushed the wrong way. Maribelle busied heself with polishing glasses, keeping an eye on the would-be trouble-maker in the corner of the room.

"Judgemental bitch," Kaitlyn mumbled to herself, settling down on one of the seedy couches and bringing the glass to her lips. She came to this lounge every week, but the bartender never seemed happy to take her money. Kaitlyn was still just about sober enough to realise the alcohol was clouding her thoughts, but she was too frustrated to care. Maribelle was pleasant and fun to talk to, but the conversation always seemed to get less and less enjoyable as she drank more. Deep down, she knew she was just bitter - this was supposed to be something of a sex lounge, but whilst everyone else was enjoying themselves in the room next door, here she was getting drunk on her own in the bar. She hated to admit it, but Maribelle was probably right; she was surely scaring everyone else away with her sour attitude.

Who's side are you on? Or maybe you could go the neutral route and try to reconcile the girls for mutual benefit. Men and women both welcome.

Fast asleep, in the middle of the lounge on one of the seedy couches, lay a young-looking girl with a blindfold around her eyes and wearing nothing more than a thin, silky night-gown. She snored loudly, sleeping right on through the middle of day whilst the lounge was quiet, right up until late afternoon when people started to filter back in. Eventually, the noise of the room rumbled her from her slumber, making her sit upright and stretch her arms with a yawn. It was day of the unusual girl's extraordinary quest - to fuck as many people as possible over 3 days without removing her blindfold. Why did she want to do that? She wouldn't say, if she really had a reason at all. In waking up both her jaw and thighs ached, unsurprisingly, but what was unusual was the sharp scratching against her skin on her back. Reaching around to touch it, she realised it was dried semen and started trying to rub it off. Attempting to shower without being able to see had been an interesting challenge itself and she'd evidently missed a few spots in the process.

"What time is it?" she asked, speaking to no one in particular.

Approach with any combination of people you like. One man; two women; two men, two women and a dog, whatever, anything's good. Gangbangs and orgies of any description are always fun.

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?"