/erp/ - Erotic Roleplay

this sum halfchan /b/-tier garbage but aight

>>79758

Go home /pol/ you're drunk

>people not having fetishes to be put in a box as amputee

Aight moderators.

>>79764

What are you even babbling about?

>>79764

Yeah, I saw that and was actually a bit surprised. I didn't actually enlarge it, but I've seen it before. Pretty sure it had some blood or some such, probably.

>>79765

It's just his usual shit taste.

>>79769

You know, if I had a world leader approaching me like that, with that much of a promenade? You can bet your ass I would be psyched.

Here, get fucked retarded.

>>79770

Get on Tox you disgusting ünteryöbl.

>>79769

While I don't doubt you, it does sound like a case of the /pol/ calling the kettle black.

>>79772

How is /pol/ related to this?

>>79773

Is /pol/ not the Nazi horsefucker board?

>>79771

Apologies masta', i forgot done did to do dats!

Have a hot meal.

How about being on topic?

>>79775

I'd set the charges to detonate the mutant factory while the guards are distracted by a vault whore.

/me roleplays

>>79783

As a special treat for making him such an excellent breakfast in bed, Daddy takes you out to the toy store and tells you that you can pick anything on the AB 0-3 shelf.~

>>79792

Do you still have the diaper/scat character or did you delete it? I saw it on a few threads here and there but never really approached you nor gave you a bookmark.

Assuming you're who I think you are, of course

You'd just meant to come out for a nice swim on a hot summer day. Honestly. And really, you still kind of were swimming - you were in the water after all, and just because the octopi clinging to you were removing your bikini didn't stop that. Besides, the slithering tentacles working their way along your flesh were much more comfortable than any fabric, and they knew just how to work all the strain out of your muscles. And a very different heat from the sun had been filling your feline form of late, and these adorable little guys seemed all too eager to indulge it… your ears wiggled and your tail waved back and forth as you felt a particularly wonderful tentacle slide inside you, a delighted purr escaping your lips as pleasure washed through you. God you loved the beach.

>>79774

>using telekinesis to jack off an orgy of guys

Holy shit, do I need to find some supers to play with.

>>79795

Me:

https://www.f-list.net/c/melissa%20mushcorp/

https://www.f-list.net/c/mushcorp%20manure

>>79824

Groce. 4u:

It coils around your back one night, just as you've let down your guard and fallen to sleep. There's panic, naturally, but you feel a spearing pain in your spine and within fifteen seconds it's all gone, replaced with curiosity. Who is this new friend? What does he want with you? You can swear that you're hearing things in the back of your mind, lovely words like pet, host, slave, all bouncing around you from nowhere, yet everywhere at once, getting louder and louder until it's all that you can hear, all you can think, until it's so loud that your vision starts to go fuzzy – and then you're gone, feeling like you're falling. A part of you realizes you're falling under his control, letting him in.. Being a good host.

Morning comes, though how many days have passed is unknown. A puddle of his juices fall out of you the second you open up your mouth, his taste having so replaced your own saliva that the gooey substance you make seems foreign to you, like it doesn't belong in your own mouth. An opening up of your throat allows him to drool in from behind, that sweet, honey-like taste sliding down your tongue and rolling in little beads down your chin. A shiver runs up your back as the gears in your head get turning, realizing with a delight what that means: He's inside you, as far inside as can be. He's taken your esophagus for himself, and from the dull ache in your backside you realize that your ass is his property as well. Curiously, your hand dips down, fingers gracing that shaft spearing you wide, rewarded for accepting it so easily with what must've been ten-thousand tongues on that buzzer of a button within you. You writhe against your bed, mind going blank, every synapse stuffed with screaming bliss far faster than they can pass it along to your nerves.

The best part is when, after thirty minutes of orgasmic torture, you look down and notice that shaft of yours. It hasn't moved an inch this whole time, staying flaccid and adorable, the length of it host to a tendril of his nestled between that tiny pair of lips on top. The fact that it wasn't achingly hard out of reflex had dire implications that are sending raw beams of 'YES' through your mind: He's popped your prostate. You're -his- host, and the only way he'll ever let you feel pleasure again is by serving, obeying, feeding him, letting him grow. Something in your head feels like it's relaxing, any remnant of worry pressed out and replaced with that chorus of voices coming at you from everywhere at once. "Pet. Host. Slave. Taken. Property. Serve. Love."

"Good host.." Croons out a crooked voice from behind, lavishing you with his 'affection' for accepting your fate.

No bulli

>>79837

Oh fuck yes. Do you RP on skype? I mean via text, to be specific.

>>79921

**I prefer discord if that's acceptable, cba'd to make a burner skype for erp.

You wake up with your head on her thighs. "Morning, honey.."

>>79922

"Just a little shot of this and this is going to become your favourite hole forever, Stocking!"

>>79923

Oh, great. I click-dragged the wrong fuckin' image.

A good coach rewarded the hardest working team members, a fact evidenced by the warm love leaking from the pussies of the two top members of the swim team. The deep tan staining Akane and Beiko's skin was testament to how much time they had spent in the pool in the scant few weeks since summer began, and the delicious contrast of your seed against that skin was evidence to what had made them work so hard. Chiaki, on the other hand, seemed to lack that drive, and for that had had to settle with a punishment paizuri. You couldn't help but feel bad for her, the obvious need to have be bent over and fucked ruthlessly as obvious in her eyes as it was in those of the first two who were clearly hoping for seconds, but it simply wouldn't do to reward sloppy performance. Being a teacher is tough, after all.

>>79948

Not that same anon but this thread is getting way too lewd. Making this thread "post below you but with ERPish caption attached" made it a million times better

>>79805

I need this in my life.

>>79819

Lovely!

>>79950

I concur, the captions make it great and unique, I like these self-conclusive short stories.

It was almost disappointing, in a bizarre sort of way. After all, you'd been so totally prepared to give up on everything for this, to sell your eternal soul into damnation for a few brief moments of pleasure. Not that the world had made an enticing counter offer - spending the better portion of your waking hours slaving away for a meager income that was enough to make ends meet but not much else, getting lied to and cheated on by the few women who'd shown any interest in you… not that a relationship that didn't end in cheating looked all that great either, if your parents and coworkers' experiences were anything to go by. Life sucks and then you die, so you might as well get something good for the trouble, right?

And yet even after the raw, wild, animalistic sex you'd sold your soul for, here you were, still breathing, despite what the dusty old spellbook had said about your soul being sucked out into the succubus' wet hole. No fiery pits and brimstone, no cold dark caverns with a river running through, just the same small apartment, only with a beautiful brown babe laying on that checkered comforter of yours, the dribbling seed proof of the deed that had just occurred. Your confused babbling makes a look of confusion appear on the panting visage of the gorgeous girl, which slowly gives way to a gentle smile as she place a hand on your chin, flooding your mind with a rush of information, knowledge you can't begin to parse correctly right now - symbiotic relationships between humans and "demons", the eternal prolongment of life through joining with one's soulmate, the joy of being with one's most natural partner… yet what moves you is the warm, adoring tears welling up in her eyes, your hands lashing out to wrap around her as you return home, entering your wife to her inarticulable joy, her passionate moans driving you into her again and again. The images she filled your mind with will take time to sort out and understand, but that can wait. After all, it's not like the outside world has anything that can compete.

>>79950

Didn't it though? Pictures are hot, but words are hotter.

>>79953

Get tugging <3

Consensual sex. Romantic or purely sexual, as long as all involved parties are having fun and getting to drown in orgasmic pleasure.Also, making Anons cum

>>79954

You should write one for that one, it's just begging for it!

"It was almost disappointing, in a strange sort of way. Too easy. Jeb fell first, still begging his lobbyists to clap, his guac bowl shattering as it hit the hard, unforgiving debate floor, so much like his dreams. Marco was next, torn limb from limb by Chris Christie after foolishly trying to stand between the NJ gov. and a box of fresh donuts. Then that same Christie was tamed by a promised appointment as 'Minister of Food Distribution'. Never mind that the office didn't exist.

Carson was next, stabbed in the back by Lyin' Ted even as he became the only real challenge to the Trump campaign.

And then there were two.

It was all he could do not to laugh, honestly; The real challenges were long behind him. Lyin' Ted could cheat Ben Carson, but Ben Carson knew his game now, and had even boarded the Trump train. It was only a matter of time.

It began with a bang, but it ended with a whimper; Cruz, Kasisch, and Fiorina all banded together in one last desperate, foolish attempt to stump the Trump. They fell together as well. Bernie fell not long after, retreating to Vermont to retire with the campaign money he'd hidden in his wife's bank account.

And then there was one."

>>79967

*A normal guy scoring a hot MILF as a girlfriend was a dream come true! Or at least, it was for a while. At first everything was about you. When you wanted to fuck, when you were about to cum, whatever you wanted whenever you wanted it. No girl had ever nurtured you like this before with everything you'd ever wanted! It was weeks of heaven cumming all over that curvy body until you were dry.*

*Then things started to change. She started to grow tired of doing everything your way. She wanted her chance. You owed her a pretty huge debt as is, so it was hard to say no. First it was just giving her oral. You hesitated a little when she asked to finger your ass. She said it'd just be this one time and you'd never have to do it again. She kept her end of the bargain… but you couldn't. Getting your prostate milked made you spurt so much clear sticky fluid you just couldn't say no to another session. It's been a month now and you've become addicted to butt stuff, moaning like a bitch every time you feel that giant pink strap on of hers violating your insides.*

*Now she won't allow you to call her by her real name anymore. You're only allowed to call her Mommy. Every day when she gets home from work, you're expected to open the door, take off her coat, and let her relax her tired body by pressing her thick childbearing hips and luscious ass down on your face. She always says "If you're a good little boy, maybe mommy will pump your ass again tonight~" every night and nothing gets you harder. It's time to be mommy's good little seat and tongue her ass so she'll milk you dry~*

Get as fucked up and weird with my image as you want, I got a pretty wide fetish pool and I'll be happy to take it.

"What's an 'F-List' and what's it doing on Anon's computer?"

Children were terrible. You both agreed on that - they were dirty, smelly, expensive, and you'd seen the damage they'd done to other relationships. The two of you knew better, and that was certainly a contributing factor in your hooking up in the first place. You'd been careful at first too - always wearing condoms, making sure to do it on a safe day… not that that latter lasted long between how much you both enjoyed one another's bodies. Then one night the condom broke, and she tasted her first creampie. You thought you'd known how beautiful she was when she was cumming, but the sight of her orgasming from being filled with your seed was burned into your eyes forever. A passionate and hungry kiss later, you got to experience bareback sex for the first time, and the dreamy worship she lavished on you for it while licking you clean afterward guaranteed she would have your raw dick for decades to come. Your sex life only got more vigorous from there - everyday became at minimum five times a day, and while she adored slurping down your cum or being coated in it or feeling it drip out of her anus, at least one shot everyday was ending up in her womb. There was still the pill at least, and while you both still agreed no kids… god it felt so good when she wrapped her legs tight around your waist and begged for it, pleaded for you to cum inside, to mark her, to stain her, to fill her up with your sticky hot love and remind her whose woman she is, and you could never, ever get enough of that divine face she made when you poured it into her, nor the heavenly choir she sang. And just when you thought you felt your sanity returning, and the slightest pangs of worry at just how risky the two of you are being, you see her heaving chest and flushed cheeks, joyous tears in her eyes… and one simple word suddenly has you hard as a rock again and pounding into her with renewed vigor:

"More~"

>>79999

>I will keep draining all of your seed until you'll think only about me. I look forward to it

Lo and behold, but quads have provided the best yandere girl ever.

You caught a fish!

"AH! Welcome home Master!! I missed you so much!! You've been gone all day! I mean, I know you do that all the time, but I was just so worried! I mean, there's all kinds of cars and diseases and other people out there, it's just so dangerous! Um… I know you're tired and all Master, but… could you please mate with me? Pretty please? I've been a good girl, I promise! I washed the dishes, made you dinner, and I didn't even run outside to chase anything all day! That's a good girl, right? You'll smile at me and pet me and tell me I'm your good girl, and give me my reward for being your good girl, won't you? Please Master, it's so lonely without you here, I love you so much, I want to feel my Master inside me where he belongs, making me his woman, his pet, his bitch, his mate, so pleaaaaaaaase… take me Master <3"

You'd heard the stories - the fire had claimed the lives of all in the old mansion, and even now their restless souls were bound to their former home, now a local ghost house. The more elderly members of the town's population had always warned you and your friends that that mansion was cursed land, and those who set foot inside after dark were doomed to never be seen again. Not exactly the most original or unique story, but then, neither was the drunken bet that got you spending the night there in the first place.

Where things got different was waking up to find the burnt out remains of the bedroom you'd holed up in for the night replaced by a practically new boudoir. The ghostly maiden stroking your cock was different as well. Glowing with an eerie blue, she pumps up and down, up and down, the slight sensation of flesh from her fingers contrasted by the fabric of her gloves as you grunt from arousal. She does not speak, but her flushed (?) cheeks and half-closed eyes tell you all you need to know, drowning you in the lust burning within her ectoplasmal form. Even as your mind is overwhelmed with the unearthly pleasure, you somehow have enough attention to left to wonder at why, despite her obviously incorporeal state, she looks and feels flesh and blood to you… then you notice your dick sharing in her glow. As you realize the obvious implications, you moan passionately as you cum, showering your afterlife partner with your thick creamy love. As she licks you clean, you realize the mansion surrounding you is echoing with creaks and moans and sighs, and you can't help but smile as she mounts you, her purple locks swaying back and forth as she rides you hungrily. The geezers were right - against this, corporeal women didn't stand a ghost of a chance.

>>80126

For me at least yandere are great when they're not murderous - after all, they just love their wo/man too much, that's all. There are a few tragic loves who can't understand the wonders their soulmate has in store for them of course, but there are some who are wise enough to heed the call and give themselves to their devoted loving yandere, who will do all in their power to satisfy their beloved, body and soul <3

And yeah, pregnancy or risk thereof is very much not my thing either the thought of ever having kids disgusts and appalls me but that picture just begged for it and it felt so right for it and considering the significant amount of Hayashi Custom pics I have, I may find myself writing it again later.

Eager loving pets are the best kind of girls.

You glance casually at the corner of the building, sure to find her hiding ineffectively behind a discolored wall or trying to camouflage herself in a withered bush, but to your greatest surprise there is no sign of her. None of her unsure steps following you, nor her throaty breathing carried by the orange evening air, nor her disagreeable perfume. You feel insecure, as if being on your own, for once truly alone, scared you terribly. You are about to stand up and run out of the school in panic without even a vague idea of your destination, when you hear a dim sound you've learned to recognize. The sound of nails being bitten. Frantic, urgent and clamant like an otherworldly insect's mating call. Faint for the distance, almost masked by the unending cicadas' shrill, but still very distinguishable and impossible to ignore. Unable to pinpoint the source you head in its general direction; your pace forcedly slow, to give her time to maneuver and prolong the thrill of the anticipation. You catch the library's door before it can close completely, a dry, colder atmosphere engulfing you as you enter. Unable to hear her move or make out her shape in the shadows you pick up a familiar scent, a mix of flowers, disinfectant and burnt caramel. You follow her trail leading to the farthest, darkest corner of the building, away from the few students still lingering inside the structure so late after classes.

Even if your eyes could adjust so quickly to the penumbra you wouldn't see her, used as she is to hide her presence when she's so near. Her sickeningly sweet scent becomes intoxicating the more she closes, even before her raspy sighs become the only sound you can hear. You let her play her game, push you down and shut your mouth with a hand you struggle not to kiss willingly, while the other claws at your shirt. You see her wide dark eyes staring down needily from below her uneven bangs, the bluish crescents under them speaking of the sleep she sacrifices to obsess over you. Your hand climbing her body almost catches her by surprise, a shiver running through both of you when it meets a pair of scissors hidden under her skirt. You don't stop, measure her thin figure and her tiny breasts until you can caress her flushed cheek. She sucks on your fingers greedily, tearing her pantyhose to reveal a bare, shiny slit. You start feeling truly grateful you're unable to moan loud when she starts working on you, devotedly pleasuring every part of your body until she brings you to a first explosive orgasm. Even then her attentions don't diminish and she keeps going, firmly pinning your squirming limbs in place to stimulate your now overly sensitive skin over and over, like only a true lover could do. When she's finally satisfied of admiring your pleasure-distorted visage she takes her share, hugging your body in ecstasy and gently kissing you one last time. She draws back quickly when you try to embrace her, like an undomesticated animal still viscerally afraid of a friendly human hand, and vanishes behind a bookcase.

Back home, alone in your dark room you wait for her usual silent, midnight phone call. You wish she told you something for a change, anything would do, but you're ready to accept her usual broken, irregular breathing. You squirm on the sheets and pant in the artificially chilly air, bringing your hand to your lips to relive her firm loving touch. You let out a broken whine, shivering at the same time for the cold on your dampened skin, but you hold your breath and stare at the darkness when the wooden floor creaks softly in response to your needy call, unnervingly near, just outside of your room. You can already smell them: flowers, disinfectant and burnt caramel.

Not much to say about this, I included almost all of my favorite stuff. She's more on the "severely disturbed" side rather than yandere in this specific scene, but I don't really care. It's just my dream.

>>80279

Glorious ghost girl and best-yandere lover? Nice!

>wo/man

You gave me a nice idea and I purposely left my protagonist's gender vague, hopefully it doesn't detract from the general feel. Yuri yandere is lovely, but it's so underrepresented it hurts.

>having kids is disgusting and appalling

Best taste again.

>Eager loving pets are the best kind of girls.

I couldn't agree more. Ultra-best taste. S-stop being awesome!

"D-do something to me /erp/"

-The red haired wizard said.

This had to be a dream. Things this amazing don't happen in real life. That's simply what it had to be, though you couldn't help but feel a slight disconnect on that front; after all you hadn't been particularly pent up lately, and your wet dreams usually didn't get THIS wet: the kinkiest they got was usually "threesomes with those twins from work," not "full on orgy in a succubus' mansion." Not like you could really complain, balls deep in a girl on all fours lovingly rolling her hips back against you, moaning and panting with joy as she presses herself against you more and more, while another presses up into you from behind, her gloved hands playing with your nipples as her breasts smush into your back. The variety of beauties around you playing with each other would be delicious eyecandy even otherwise, but the hungry gazes they cast on you and the tidbits of conversation you can make out between the burning hot noises of sex make it clear that they're licking each other to get one another nice and wet and ready for you to fuck after you're finished with the cutie reveling in being your bitch at the moment. Well, maybe a little later than that, as the girl currently pleasuring you from behind whispers in your ear to make sure you stay nice and hard, because it's her turn on the floor next. Yes, this had to be a dream, and goddamn you hoped you forgot to set an alarm.

>>80355

>Not much to say about this, I included almost all of my favorite stuff. She's more on the "severely disturbed" side rather than yandere in this specific scene, but I don't really care. It's just my dream.

It's hot! I just feel so bad for that poor girl, I want to hold her tight and stroke her gently and tell her she doesn't need to hide or sneak or be so afraid, I'm all hers and she can have me forever and ever <3

>Glorious ghost girl and best-yandere lover? Nice!

Obsession is hot, what can I say? As is sex so wonderful it goes on into the afterlife without stop.

>You gave me a nice idea and I purposely left my protagonist's gender vague, hopefully it doesn't detract from the general feel. Yuri yandere is lovely, but it's so underrepresented it hurts.

I noticed that, half-expected it to be a reveal that the protagonist was a girl at the end after building up while you assumed it was a guy, but keeping it vague is perfect.

>Best taste again.

>I couldn't agree more. Ultra-best taste. S-stop being awesome!

Y-you too~ <3

You'd had your suspicions when you saw the ribbon in your girlfriend's hair that she wouldn't be getting in the water despite the delightful swimsuit she showed up in. You'd been even more sure that you were in for a good time when she suggested you both set up the blanket by the large cliff outcropping - for the shade, she'd said of course, it just so happened to also keep the two of you safely out of eyeshot of the other beachgoers. What you hadn't seen coming at all was when she knelt down, spread her cheeks, and beg you to take her in the ass. While certainly not an unwelcome gesture, you knew full well that your loving girl often went a bit too far to try and make you happy, and as incredibly tempting an offer as it was, the last thing you wanted was to make her suffer through an uncomfortable banging for your sake. As you looked up to her face to tell her this though, the look in her eyes said everything that needed to be said - she wanted you in her rear, needed it with a burning passion. This was as much for her as it was for you, and the hunger clouding her expression wordlessly begged for you take what was offered.

There was no longer any hesitation as you plunged forward, a squeal equal parts relief and arousal as she feels you grinding into her generous rear, your hands running up her torso possessively, reassuring her that she's your woman, and she's about to give you even more of herself. Slowly at first, then gradually picking up the pace as you both grow accustomed to the strange, tight hole, until you're both rutting like wild beasts, lost in the feral dance of mating, her passionate cries even greater than the first time you'd laid claim to her pussy. Growling, you reach for the dancing teasing ponytail before you, making her scream with ecstasy as you pound her deep and hard, at last inseminating her gaping rear and making her melt into orgasmic bliss with you. As you pull out, sated and happy, she loses strength in her legs and falls to her thighs, barely holding herself up with her hands. You stay like that for a moment, until at last her gaze turns back to you, and once again everything you need to know is realized in an instant, as your previously limp member instantly inflates itself as you reach to lift her up again, her red hole oozing your seed seeming to naturally open itself as you approach. It was going to be a long day at the beach.

"The spirit of service." That's what she called it when you had asked her how she'd become such a hard-working and devoted maid. Working to make others happy was it's own reward, she had said, and seeing Master's smile and hearing his praise for a job well done was simply the height of honors a maid could receive. That seemed hardly fair to you, however, so you'd asked her if there was nothing you could give her as a reward for all her hard work and dedication, but she simply answered that all she wanted was the continued opportunity to serve. Going along with it for now, intending in all your heartfelt gratitude to think of something proper later, you'd somewhat absentmindedly said "Then, feel free to serve me any way you like at any time." You'd noticed the smile on her face had widened a bit at that, but hadn't thought much of it at the time. Certainly, you didn't realize you'd just made the best decision since hiring her in the first place.

You woke up the next morning feeling simply divine. After all, anyone would after having a wet dream about the most perfect, passionate blowjob ever, given by a girl so eager she'd orgasmed herself simply from the act of sucking on a cock. You'd definitely need a shower, as you were sure you'd cum in your sleep from that, and you stretched and groaned as the girl slid up, sandwiching your cock between her breasts and… wait, you were awake now. Blinking a bit, you look down and see the continuation of your wet dream happening before your eyes. And while you hadn't been able to make it out quite so clearly before, that shape… you fumbled over the nightstand for your glasses, gasping slightly at the unbelievable sight of your maid, lapping away at the tip of your dick as she rubbed you between her breasts. Seeing you properly awake, she smiled that same angelic smile she always had at you even as your semen dripped from your lips, her hands still pressing her breasts into you as she greeted you with the same "Good morning Master. How does the day find you? that had become the first thing you'd heard almost every morning. The pleasure had been glorious before, but knowing it was that same perfect maid you'd been unable to help but adore made it irresistable, and you orgasm once more, showering her face in your seed. Yet your grunts are eclipsed by her cries as she orgasms with you, her face twisted into that of an animal in heat as she pants and gasps, eyes rolling up a bit from behind her semen-drenched spectacles. It was true - this woman lived to serve, and from the look on her face as you caught your breath and told her how she'd be serving you next and from now on, there really was no greater reward for her.

>>80510

The best kind of dream, isn't it? I was tempted to either go with him coming to realize it wasn't a dream at all, or playing up the girls being succubi and dragging him into their realm of dreams ever deeper, but it would've been a bit awkward for such a short smut

No rush, same here, just write when you can, I'll always be ready to fap to it <3

It did quite well <3 And that's a relief! Such a loving girl deserves to be closer to her beloved, and to drown herself in their love and affection, and to please them directly forever <3

Love itself is really just a kind of obsession when you get down to it. It's the hottest thing.

The summer solstice, also called "red day", "fateful midsummer" or, much less romantically, "day of the monsters", is a peculiar kind of uncelebrated festivity. To put an end to kidnappings, home invasions and widespread prejudice, the king of your country has decided that on such a day any human looking for a mamono wife is free to express his will by hanging a red string on his door. An analogue winter version called "blue day" also exists, to give the same opportunity to cold-dwelling mamonos. The idea worked well, so much that conflicts became a rare exception and people actually stopped seeing monsters as "men-eaters". All in the name of love, pacific coexistence and reduction of military expenses.

Today is such a day, an occasion you've been waiting for long, actually too long. It started a couple of years ago, when fruits began disappearing from the peach trees in your backyard. You almost didn't notice at first, but when the seeds started accumulating you accepted there was an alien presence, a stealthy thief that could eat a few fruits every night without being caught. You left the string in place hoping to meet a harpy or even a kitsune, but nobody showed up. You thought you were mistaken, but the following year it happened again; the seeds were left in places where they were easy to notice, often lined up or in small piles. You tried again with renewed optimism, but obtained the same result. It's now the third year and you're feeling more confident than ever: you woke up this morning to find a bunch of seeds arranged in an obvious heart shape. Still, you're starting to lose hope once more: the sun's already setting and nobody has paid you a visit. Cursing yourself for wasting a full day and whoever decided to organize such an elaborate prank, you slump on your bed and hide your face in the pillow.

You wake up when the sun's already down, dazed for the unscheduled nap, but you're quickly brought to reality by a wet sensation on your chest, which is apparently caused by fruit slices, and a certain weight on your legs. After some squinting you manage to make out her outline, but it's only after more details are revealed that you start understanding her nature. Her furry ears are too large and curved to be vulpine, her wings are leathery, with lengthy and dexterous fingers but missing feathers. A short swaying tail and a pair of elongated prehensile feet complete the picture, making her species obvious. You've never even heard of bat-girls, making such a discover on your first time meeting a mamono leaves you frozen. After noticing you're awake she gestures to stay quiet and keeps working as if it was the most normal task in the world. She finally pauses to admire her handiwork, carelessly throwing the last pit behind her back.

By the time I can eat them, they're always cold from the night air. I really wanted to try them warm, as if they were freshly picked by the tree at midday.

Suddenly you realize why the missing fruits were mostly the higher, hard to reach ones, why it always happened during the night and most importantly why you were never visited. The string you forgot to collect is now in her fingers and she speaks again as she shows it to you.

You left it for me?

The three "girls" stood in front of you, shaking and slapping their asses. Each one seemed to be bumping the others out of the way, trying to get your attention.

"Me first, me first!"

The one on the left cried, reaching both hands back to give you an even better look at her tight asspussy.

"No way! He's gonna pick me- I'm the tightest, after all and you both know it!"

The slut in the middle says, butting the girls away with her ass. Licking her middle finger, she pushes it into hole, biting her lip and letting out a moan

"M-mister, please! I-I can't wait any longer…"

The one on the right whimpers out, her cock leaking precum down her leg. Her knees shake as she bumps against her member.

>>80956

Proceed…

>>80994

Want me to make a part two, or would you rather do something in private?

You really spoiled your girlfriend rotten sometimes. Even if it WAS her birthday, it wasn't exactly cheap to pick up the new iPhone on launch day, to say nothing of the length of the line of people (how did so many people have that much money to burn!?) And it wasn't like her old phone was on the fritz or anything. Still, the way her eyes had lit up on seeing it had made it all worthwhile, and seeing her happily fiddle with it was endearing enough that you could forget about the gaping hole in your wallet.

That night, you got called on Skype from her for a video chat, something you did once in a while on nights you weren't together. As you joined though, you could see she looked rather flushed, her mouth agape and her breathing labored. When you asked her if she was feeling OK, she simply nodded and told you to add her old phone to the call. Puzzled, you did as she asked, only to gasp in surprise and delight at the familiar sight of her pussy, pressed up against the screen as she bucks her hips into it. The cause of her unusual expression now clear, you're about to whip it out and start masturbating with her… until she pleads with you to come over and fill her other hole.

As you dash through the cold night air to your girlfriend's apartment, you can't help but wonder who's spoiling who.

>>80686

>>80687

Beautiful. Simply beautiful.

>Also sorry for the double post, I promise next one will be short.

Absolutely nothing to apologize for.

>A maid that can have an orgasm just because she's pleasing her master is the best maid ever.

Absolutely. I love playing girls who love their partner(s) or sex itself so much that just knowing they mad someone cum is enough to make them cum themselves. Blowjobs, paizuri, hotdogging, sumata, all wonderful ways for a girl to drown herself in the joy of serving cocks <3

Don't worry. It stops hurting once it's filled every single square millimeter of empty space. You'll just feel warm and tingly all over, inside and out.

You can breathe liquid, right?