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This blog is NSFW, no minors allowed!
This a multimuse blog focusing on characters that are short and hung. If that's your kind of thing, come and take a peek! Muses will be added as I think of them/they are suggested to me!
(Haven't really settled on any unified setting like a Hotel or whatever so... Yeah! Either you make one up, we go with my muse's normal setting if they have one, or we fuck in the void!)
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send 👀 + a dirty thought and/or fantasy your muse has had about mine. let's see how my muse responds.
your muse = sender, my muse = receiver.
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Markus didn't remember entering a contest for a years' free maid service, but he wasn't about to complain.
The man had needs, and those needs ended up requiring a massive amount of cleanup.
Still, he was very surprised at the email in his inbox proclaiming him a 'WINNER! WINNER! WINNAR!' in the subject line, or the typo-ridden body explaining how he'd beaten out 'jillions of contestonts' for a free live-in maidnservice for a 'WHOLE ENTIRE FUCKING YEARRRRR!!!!!!' starting on... today's date.
He really didn't remember entering a contest, and certainly wouldn't have purposefully subjected some poor cleaning lady to sharing a one-person dorm room with someone of his... Proclivities. But according to the email, she was on her way, and expected to arrive... in a few minutes???
Scrambling to get dressed, Markus had no time to actually clean(which was his reflexive response to someone coming over, nevermind that the maid was supposed to do the cleaning), just throwing in whatever and stumbling to catch her in the lobby and explain this was all a misunderstanding.
Soooo horrrrny. She was just sooo horny. One hand was slick with her juices, thrusting deeper in a frantic rhythm. Forcing out echoing schlick schliiiicckking sounds from a cunt, she wished was being stuffed with something bigger than the fist she was currently pounding against her womb. While her other hand flew across the keyboard of her computer.
Her eyes kept rolling back too much as she came, squirting gushes of fluid onto the waterproof screen, for her to check to make sure she was typing correctly.
She'd gotten the okay after all, to start up a contest for work instead of being sold off. Which essentially meant she was given the permission to pick her next employer...and the one who'd be fucking her senseless.
Her fist pumped faster and her back arched, other hand striking at the keys at random, as she moaned. Yesss. That's what she wanted. Someone to fuck her senseless. Shut her brain off. Take control and use her like the pocketpussy she was.
The amount of orgasms they'd force out of her. Maybe they'd make her count how many times she did aloud? Could she count? But it would feel so good. So fucking good to cum consistently and....
The screen flashed blue with a brightness she couldn't ignore just as her fist kissed the entrance of her womb again and she tried to focus through another orgasm. Her body trembling, toes curling, and arching so much she was practically up out of her seat.
"R-read....fhnngggk...read i-it haaaa oh pleassshh aloud." She slurred. Unable to read the screen herself through the euphoric haze.
Your winner has been chosen. Contestant Markus Smith. Downloading details now. Your expected arrival time...is ten minutes.
After the first few orgams she'd forgotten exactly what fake add she'd created to lure out her targets. After the next set of pleasure, she'd forgotten who all she'd entered. And now? Now she didn't care so long as she got to cum again.
So once she'd heard the ringing confirmation of the information being transfered to her phone. She gave a few more pumps of her fist before pulling it free of her inner walls, shivering as what had been stuck behind the dam of her hand was released. Adding to the lake it'd begun creating underneath her.
She had ten minutes. Ten minutes to become presentable...and get to her new destination.
She adjusted her uniform, licked her hand clean, stepped out of her seat. Her juices along the floor splashing against her heels. Giving a glance to her screen to ensure she could at least pick her new master or mistress from a crowd if need be, she was on her way.
----in front of the college--
It would have taken longer if the instant transport hadn't been set up for her work. But as it were, she was there with a minute to spare. Making her way into the lobby and looking around.
Perhaps she'd ask at the front desk how to find her new master or mistress?
She could feel the eyes on her. The roaming of them made her tremble and her cheeks flushed. She wondered if they could see the excitement dripping down onto her white stockings, making them a bit transparent in certain spots. Or the way the imprint of her nipples were beginning to show through her top. Perhaps they could smell just how needy she was.
Maybe...maybe she should show them? Her left hand began to trace down her side, lifting up her skirt eeeevvverrr so slowly. Her eyes glazed as she licked at her lips. Just one orgasm would be fine.
Well she certainly wasn't hard to spot as he stumbled out of the elevator. Statuesque and beautiful, curvy as fuck and dressed to show it off in what could only be referred to as a maid costume rather than a uniform.
Those were some interesting stains on her stockings... was she-?
"Wait! Hey! I'm Markus!" He shouted, from nearly the other side of the lobby, running up before this strange woman could do anything too untoward in the place that had the power to throw him out.
He had no idea what their policy on prostitutes was, and he had no intention of finding out, so he was going to try and get this taken care of.
Hopefully before he got an erection from her outfit.
"Are you the maid from the contest?" He asked at a more reasonable volume, his eyes constantly skipping back to her face as other body parts magnetically lured them away over and over again. "Look, I don't know how it happened, but there's been some kind of mix up. I never entered any maid contests... so... you can go?"
Fuck she was hot...
It was fine. Just one quick release. That was all she needed. Just one and then maybe another…she’d see how she felt with fiv—her hand pauses just under the hem of her skirt, her head snapping to where the shouting had come from.
There is a moment of hesitation as she spots her new Master rushing over. She wants to pout, her bottom lip poking out as her eyes begin to water. She wanted to cum sooo badly. She was terribly sensitive as it were, just the feel of her thighs rubbing together, putting pressure on that spot that her fingers desperately wanted to press against, made her want to whine.
But, he was here now and she could do nothing without his permission. And he had told her to wait. So with much more self-control than she’d have liked, she dropped her hands to her side and gave a bow. Her breast almost sliding out of her top before she righted herself. The jiggling physics making them bounce more than necessary.
She let him ramble. Her eyes roaming over him. The plainness of his outfit leaving much to be desired, if she cared about that. Which she didn’t. It was the bold and large print at the front of his pants that she cared about. Had her mouth watering and kept her focus as he spoke.
I want to nuzzle my face against it. It’s so big. So big it’d stretch me…so wide. He’d have no problem getting me pregnant with that…I want to feel him inside me. I want to cum. I want to cum while he’s slam fucking me.
It wasn’t until he said she can go, that she finally spoke. Having to swallow twice just to rid herself of the access saliva in her mouth that was threatening to spill out. “There was no mix up. You were entered automatically. You personally doing so was not required.”
“I am yours for now.” She licked at her lips. “I can go to your room now if you’d like.”
She didn’t care about this formality bit. She just wanted to cum. She felt so empty. If they didn’t move somewhere else, she was likely to drop to her knees right there. It wasn’t as if she’d never been fucked with an audience watching before.
"Ah."
Automatically entered? With his full name and address? Shady. Shady as hell. And yet... Yhe sight of her tits nearly making a break for it just from a bow... And all his for a year?
There was no way that costume didn't have at least some implications, right?
"Okay then," he said, swallowing around a nervous lump in his throat. Fuck it. "Follow me, ill show you where it is."
The elevator ride was. Tense. He could feel her staring at him, even as he stated at her. Who the hell was this woman? Had she given him her name? He'd already agreed to host her and use her for a whole year, he couldn't ask her name now!
Eventually, they reached his floor, and when he opened the door to his room she was nearly bowled over by the wave of musk tamhat rolled out of his room. Made up of the smell of sweat and rutting young male and cum, it was evidence of his favored hobby. And if that wasn't enough, the sheer amount of cumstains on literally everything served as a subtle followup hint.
"Here it is," he said, a bit nervous about being judged, both for the small size of his living space and for the fact that he masturbated more than he studied and hadn't cleaned it in a hot minute.
She was practically undressing him the second they got into the elevator. Mentally pleading with him to press her against one of the walls and stuff her, or force her to her knees and shoving that meaty thing down her throat.
Each fantasy had her hands twitching at her sides. Aching painfully to slide underneath her skirt and petticoat to show him just how eager she was to serve him.
And yet he did nothing. Not a single thing. Just a blank stare and his previous command for her to wait.
For how long? Until they made it to the room? Until he’d inspected her first? Did he want her raving mad with horniness that the second he touched her, she’d cum? It wouldn’t take much of that anyway. She was already so wet and sensitive.
She hoped the second they reached his room, whatever this shyness was would go away and he’d make use of her properly.
However, that thought lasted just up until the door opened and the scent of man hit her nose. The ever exciting smell of musk and…she took in the sight of all the cum stains.
The shift on her face was instant. As if someone had snapped and placed her in a trance. Her eyes glazed over, her mouth opened in pants, one hand coming to rest around her throat while the other rested between her breast, groping the right one despite that.
Cum. His cum. His scent. It was everywhere. So stroooonnng. So damn strong. She couldn’t think. But thinking was for others. Not for her. She wasn’t supposed to think. Just act. Act as he told her. Hnnngg. Yes. Just….
She tore her gaze from the sight and forced herself to look at him. Drool spilling down the corner of her parted lips. “W-what would hnnggg you like me to haaaa do first, Master?”
Markus had no fucking idea what was running through her head in the elevator. She was behaving perfectly... Well, not normal, but she wasn't being overtly weird. Just very... Still.
And obediently following to the door.
And then... Decidedly not the usual reaction people had to his dorm room in it's natural state.
"Oh, this is gonna be like that," he said, watching as whatever self-control she had almost entirely dribbled past her lips. All the porn he's watched ran through his mind and his cock jerked against his pantleg, nearly making him stumble. "Get inside."
The command had lost most of it's nervousness, now that he was aware of the game, so to speak. It was still a bit hesitant, but if things went how he suspected they would, that would go away very fast.
As soon as she was far enough inside that he could follow, the door was closed, and his shirt was off. His hands froze over his fly though, and his eyebrows went up as he had a thought.
"Take off my pants. Without your hands?" he phrased it like a question just in case she couldn't do that. He was nice like that. For now.
She moved without thought, her body lowering to her knees on pure instincts. Hours and days upon days of training to rewire her entire psyche coming into play as she nuzzled her face into his clothed crotch. Pressing kiss after kiss to the fabric that stood between her and the monster she wanted to devour.
Before finally she opened her mouth and caught his zipper between her teeth. Placing her hands behind her back and clasping them together, she angled her head in a way that let her begin tugging his zipper down.
His scent filled her nose and she had to keep focus on the task he’d given her otherwise she’d have just kept huffing in his musk. Still her eyes rolled back just slightly as her mouth worked along his pants. Tugging at the fabric, dragging her nose across his lower half, smearing her lipstick along her face and whatever they touched on him.
If she nuzzled her face into his cock, tracing it along the shaft down towards the head, that was certainly just because she didn’t have enough room to continue dragging his pants off without doing so.
When she finished with the task he’d given her, she sat, cheek presses to his cock, looking up at him with wide golden eyes, cheeks flushed and black stick smeared on either side of them. She hoped he didn’t notice the growing puddle beneath her, not of cum but of just how excited she was for her next task. Her cunt like a faucet of juices. Slick and gooey, sticking to the floor and her stockings. Just another mess she’d have to clean.
He let out a shaky sigh as she set to her task with a will, bracing himself on the door as she all but madeout with his twitching cockbulge.
He watched intently as she finally caught the zipper in her teeth with a soft click, that alone prompting another twitch just from being so damn hot. He did his best to keep quiet as she worked, biting his lip as she caught a much fresher dose of his admittedly rather potent dickmusk and let her eyes roll back into her skull as she kept on going.
He hoped laundry was on her list of chores, because makeup stains were not that easy to get rid of...
He could feel the warmth of her face press against the veins of his gradually-bared shaft, feel the sweat his dick constantly generated smearing against her cheek.
"God damn," he managed to get out once she was done, his pants around his ankles and his cock resting against the side of her face now that it was free, dripping and drooling enough that he was pretty sure that puddle underneath her was just his. "Good first job... Now clean the makeup smears off of my cock."
If his suspicions were correct, she was only going to leave more smears. Rings upon rings of smears, in fact.
Then he'd have to punish her.
The second the command left his lips, her tongue was at his cock. Licking along where her lipstick had smeared and even pressing her open mouth along the massive fuck stick, smearing more makeup she had to lick up.
After a while a good amount of drool had built up and was dripping down onto the floor and her chest, smearing along her cheeks and creating sloppy strings that kept her ever connected to the shaft she was currently attempting to clean.
Though, even with her lipstick all but gone, the markings on his cock weren’t. In fact it looked as though what used to be coating her lips was now transferred to every inch of his cock in either smear marks, open mouthed kisses, or kiss marks. The smears were streaked from where her tongue had lapped and licked and attempted to clean as he’d asked.
She didn’t give up however, and kept licking and even rubbing her face against him. Making a sloppy wet mess of her face eagerly. Her insides tightening as her mouth pressed against that thick tip. A whimpered moan escaping as her hands tightened around each other. Locking themselves in place so she wouldn’t slip them between her legs.
Not like she needed them to. Each press of her lips against a vein or slurp of her spit that dripped had her cumming. Squirting hard and heavy, forcing her to lean more into his cock, until she was dragging that tip into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it. Attempting to hide her craving under the guise of trying new way of cleaning him off.
His nails were digging into the cheap wood laminate that was the exterior of his door, his eyes fighting to roll back into his skull as he watched her slobber and smear all over his shaft and head, worshiping it in the messiest way possible under the pretense of cleaning up her mess.
"You're an awful maid, aren't you?" he asked as she started just polishing the tip, as if that was helpful, as if that would somehow help with all the countless smears of lipstick up and down his shaft. "Look at this mess..."
He gripped that messy dick with a squelch and pulling it out of her lip with a wet POP before dropping it onto her face, over and over, smack smack smack.
"You're such-" smack "A bad-" smack "Maid-" Smack smack SMACK. "I'm gonna have to punish you. Don't you agree?"
She whimpers, a sultry pathetic sound when he calls her an awful maid. She was. She genuinely was such a bad maid. She couldn’t seem to focus on anything but the taste of his cock on her tongue. So much so, she’d forgotten the task he’d given her and what her duties were just that quick.
Even worse, when he said to look at the mess she’d made, her stomach flipped and she moaned, her eyes crossing as she tried her best to look at the massive thing that he pulled from her mouth.
She should’ve hated the way her tongue tried to follow after it, how her mouth opened wider for him to shove it back in, or how she managed to pout. Eyebrows scrunching together with a want for him to put it back quickly.
“Ah!” She squealed when he brought it down onto her face instead, her eyes widening and then lowering as he raised it and brought it up again only to smack it back down against her face.
The sharp sting dulled to pleasure with each wet tap and she moaned, all but wringing her hands together to keep from reaching for him.
“Yesh, yesh I-I’m shooo bad.” She whimpered, voice trembling. But there was no fear there, not even a small hint. Whatever was supposed to be there that should make her want to refute, was buried far too deep underneath the want for him to degrade her. Treat her like nothing but something for pleasure.
If the way she attempted to lick at his cock each time it was drawn bad to slap at her face or how her tongue flicked out the corner of her mouth to taste the spit and precum soaked veins closest to it.
“I’m sho shorry! I’ll do better I pwomise.” She sighed.
She looked every bit like a whore for sale. Face flushed, slobber and spit smeared, black lipstick stained here and there upon umber skin, mascara running down her cheeks and eyes hazy. Her tongue sticking out from puffed swollen lips…
"Then when I'm done punishing you, you can start cleaning," he said, bringing the head of his cock back to her mouth. He didn't move at first, just let her lick and suck on the tip, until she completely lost herself once more...
Then he grabbed her by the back of her head and shoved every last inch of his bitch-breaking cock down her throat.
Fat and long, there was no way for that to be comfortable, even with prepwork and going slow, but this was punishment. He wasn't even going to let her try and acclimate to it before he started thrusting, curling over her head and hammering her face as his cock shoved its way down into her stomach, over and over again, using her esophagus as a cocksleeve.
Normally, Markus was a nice guy. At least, he tried to be, but this maid wasn't for Nice Guys. He could tell that much from how she acted. This maid was for brutal fucking, for taking advantage of, for burying his cock down her throat and then reaching down to smack her ass(which he did). Maybe when he wasn't quite so horny he'd be nicer, but with how she acted... He wasn't sure how 'not horny' he could be around her.
He'd ask her about rules and names and stuff later. Right now, he just needed to fuck her throat and feed her enough cum that she wouldn't be eating anything else today.
She nodded her head quickly, though she wasn't exactly sure what she was agreeing to. It didn't really matter either. There was a cock in front of her face, just there...if she could just get her tongue to stretch a bit further, she could lick it. That was the only thing she had to think about. Everything else was secondary to that and cumming.
She almost began to whine, would have too, if he wasn't already bringing that thick plump head to her lips, letting her tongue lap and lick it all she wanted. Moans of pleasure pressed into opened mouth kisses along it until she couldn't take it anymore and was sucking it into her mouth. Forcing it to stretch wider than she was used to, but enjoying it all the same, her eyes slipping closed as she came again.
A groan dragging from her mouth, as the sound of her juices spraying from her dripping cunt rang in her ears. It felt amazing. This was exactly what she needed. What she'd been craving, she just needed a bit more...just a little bit m—
Her eyes snapped open, eyebrows raising when she's suddenly gagging. Her throat contracting and her stomach heaving as every last inch of that tree trunk of a cock was slammed down between her ribs.
Tears welled up immediately at the sudden lack of air and the jerk of her body attempting to push out the thing blocking what it was naturally trying to produce. Her nose burned from where it pressed against his pelvis, and with her mouth stretched as it was and her tongue being unable to slip back into her mouth, it hung low enough to lick at his balls. Saliva dripping in globs along the massive low hanging fruit and then onto her breasts, before disappearing into her cleavage.
He gave her no time to adjust to the new feeling. No warning of what he'd do next. Before she felt him curl his tiny frame around her head and begin drawing back, only to slam forward, his balls slapping into her chin while he forcibly rearranged her insides.
It was a punishment she knew. Which meant she wasn't supposed to enjoy it. And yet, with each thrust, she melted into the sensation. A transmission from her lips to her esophagus, to her stomach, to her clit, that had her squirting with each clap of those massive cumtanks along her face.
She wasn't a clean facefuck either. It was sloppy and lewd. Spit and throat muck dredging up and smearing along her face and connecting her to his skin in gooey strings that splattered and splashed with each clap of face meeting pelvis. She couldn't tell if the sounds she was making were moans, sobs, or whimpers. It could have been any with how streaks of black mascara dripped down her face and her vision couldn't stay unblurred. At one point she coughed just as he drew back, that when he slammed forward her stomach lurched hard enough that her throat relaxed in just the right way around his veiny shaft, and she puked.
Yet he didn't stop, and she didn't care. Enjoying the burning sensation of her throat and the mess he was making out of her that she came again. Her entire body tightening up, throat squeezing along his shaft. Her eyes rolled back into her head and if it weren't for the fact that he was using her like a damn fleshlight, she might have passed out. The constant slamming and throat gaping forcing her to stay conscious even when white danced along her vision, and blurred dangerously black.
Whatever else she was meant to be doing here was overwritten the second he hit the switch that shut her brain off through the endless orgasms he brought her to from pounding of his cock in her stomach. He'd be lucky if she remembered what her name was by the time he finally came.
He didn't notice when she threw up, or rather, he noticed the when, but he had no idea what had happened. All he knew was that her throat had spasmed around his shaft and her face was somewhat messier than it had been before, but at the rate his cock was dredging muck from her throat and how it smeared onto her face, that wasn't much to go off of.
And even then, he didn't fucking care. With every thrust, every splatter, every lewd wet noise that came out of her, she became less of a person and more of a fleshlight. By the time he finally came, he'd all but forgotten she'd walked in here on her own two feet. Fuckdolls couldn't walk, after all, and there was no way there was a person underneath him.
With a deep groan, his fingers dug into her scalp, digging through her hair and pushing her headband askew, he buried every inch of his cock down her throat and came, flooding her stomach with thick, hot spunk, his orgasm rocking him so hard he felt his toes curling in his shoes and his jaws clench so hard it hurt.
When he was done, he let go of her head and stood up, blinking slowly as his cock only partially-dislodged from her, watching her face.
"Still alive down there?" he asked, panting softly.
Winner!
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Markus didn't remember entering a contest for a years' free maid service, but he wasn't about to complain.
The man had needs, and those needs ended up requiring a massive amount of cleanup.
Still, he was very surprised at the email in his inbox proclaiming him a 'WINNER! WINNER! WINNAR!' in the subject line, or the typo-ridden body explaining how he'd beaten out 'jillions of contestonts' for a free live-in maidnservice for a 'WHOLE ENTIRE FUCKING YEARRRRR!!!!!!' starting on... today's date.
He really didn't remember entering a contest, and certainly wouldn't have purposefully subjected some poor cleaning lady to sharing a one-person dorm room with someone of his... Proclivities. But according to the email, she was on her way, and expected to arrive... in a few minutes???
Scrambling to get dressed, Markus had no time to actually clean(which was his reflexive response to someone coming over, nevermind that the maid was supposed to do the cleaning), just throwing in whatever and stumbling to catch her in the lobby and explain this was all a misunderstanding.
Soooo horrrrny. She was just sooo horny. One hand was slick with her juices, thrusting deeper in a frantic rhythm. Forcing out echoing schlick schliiiicckking sounds from a cunt, she wished was being stuffed with something bigger than the fist she was currently pounding against her womb. While her other hand flew across the keyboard of her computer.
Her eyes kept rolling back too much as she came, squirting gushes of fluid onto the waterproof screen, for her to check to make sure she was typing correctly.
She'd gotten the okay after all, to start up a contest for work instead of being sold off. Which essentially meant she was given the permission to pick her next employer...and the one who'd be fucking her senseless.
Her fist pumped faster and her back arched, other hand striking at the keys at random, as she moaned. Yesss. That's what she wanted. Someone to fuck her senseless. Shut her brain off. Take control and use her like the pocketpussy she was.
The amount of orgasms they'd force out of her. Maybe they'd make her count how many times she did aloud? Could she count? But it would feel so good. So fucking good to cum consistently and....
The screen flashed blue with a brightness she couldn't ignore just as her fist kissed the entrance of her womb again and she tried to focus through another orgasm. Her body trembling, toes curling, and arching so much she was practically up out of her seat.
"R-read....fhnngggk...read i-it haaaa oh pleassshh aloud." She slurred. Unable to read the screen herself through the euphoric haze.
Your winner has been chosen. Contestant Markus Smith. Downloading details now. Your expected arrival time...is ten minutes.
After the first few orgams she'd forgotten exactly what fake add she'd created to lure out her targets. After the next set of pleasure, she'd forgotten who all she'd entered. And now? Now she didn't care so long as she got to cum again.
So once she'd heard the ringing confirmation of the information being transfered to her phone. She gave a few more pumps of her fist before pulling it free of her inner walls, shivering as what had been stuck behind the dam of her hand was released. Adding to the lake it'd begun creating underneath her.
She had ten minutes. Ten minutes to become presentable...and get to her new destination.
She adjusted her uniform, licked her hand clean, stepped out of her seat. Her juices along the floor splashing against her heels. Giving a glance to her screen to ensure she could at least pick her new master or mistress from a crowd if need be, she was on her way.
----in front of the college--
It would have taken longer if the instant transport hadn't been set up for her work. But as it were, she was there with a minute to spare. Making her way into the lobby and looking around.
Perhaps she'd ask at the front desk how to find her new master or mistress?
She could feel the eyes on her. The roaming of them made her tremble and her cheeks flushed. She wondered if they could see the excitement dripping down onto her white stockings, making them a bit transparent in certain spots. Or the way the imprint of her nipples were beginning to show through her top. Perhaps they could smell just how needy she was.
Maybe...maybe she should show them? Her left hand began to trace down her side, lifting up her skirt eeeevvverrr so slowly. Her eyes glazed as she licked at her lips. Just one orgasm would be fine.
Well she certainly wasn't hard to spot as he stumbled out of the elevator. Statuesque and beautiful, curvy as fuck and dressed to show it off in what could only be referred to as a maid costume rather than a uniform.
Those were some interesting stains on her stockings... was she-?
"Wait! Hey! I'm Markus!" He shouted, from nearly the other side of the lobby, running up before this strange woman could do anything too untoward in the place that had the power to throw him out.
He had no idea what their policy on prostitutes was, and he had no intention of finding out, so he was going to try and get this taken care of.
Hopefully before he got an erection from her outfit.
"Are you the maid from the contest?" He asked at a more reasonable volume, his eyes constantly skipping back to her face as other body parts magnetically lured them away over and over again. "Look, I don't know how it happened, but there's been some kind of mix up. I never entered any maid contests... so... you can go?"
Fuck she was hot...
It was fine. Just one quick release. That was all she needed. Just one and then maybe another…she’d see how she felt with fiv—her hand pauses just under the hem of her skirt, her head snapping to where the shouting had come from.
There is a moment of hesitation as she spots her new Master rushing over. She wants to pout, her bottom lip poking out as her eyes begin to water. She wanted to cum sooo badly. She was terribly sensitive as it were, just the feel of her thighs rubbing together, putting pressure on that spot that her fingers desperately wanted to press against, made her want to whine.
But, he was here now and she could do nothing without his permission. And he had told her to wait. So with much more self-control than she’d have liked, she dropped her hands to her side and gave a bow. Her breast almost sliding out of her top before she righted herself. The jiggling physics making them bounce more than necessary.
She let him ramble. Her eyes roaming over him. The plainness of his outfit leaving much to be desired, if she cared about that. Which she didn’t. It was the bold and large print at the front of his pants that she cared about. Had her mouth watering and kept her focus as he spoke.
I want to nuzzle my face against it. It’s so big. So big it’d stretch me…so wide. He’d have no problem getting me pregnant with that…I want to feel him inside me. I want to cum. I want to cum while he’s slam fucking me.
It wasn’t until he said she can go, that she finally spoke. Having to swallow twice just to rid herself of the access saliva in her mouth that was threatening to spill out. “There was no mix up. You were entered automatically. You personally doing so was not required.”
“I am yours for now.” She licked at her lips. “I can go to your room now if you’d like.”
She didn’t care about this formality bit. She just wanted to cum. She felt so empty. If they didn’t move somewhere else, she was likely to drop to her knees right there. It wasn’t as if she’d never been fucked with an audience watching before.
"Ah."
Automatically entered? With his full name and address? Shady. Shady as hell. And yet... Yhe sight of her tits nearly making a break for it just from a bow... And all his for a year?
There was no way that costume didn't have at least some implications, right?
"Okay then," he said, swallowing around a nervous lump in his throat. Fuck it. "Follow me, ill show you where it is."
The elevator ride was. Tense. He could feel her staring at him, even as he stated at her. Who the hell was this woman? Had she given him her name? He'd already agreed to host her and use her for a whole year, he couldn't ask her name now!
Eventually, they reached his floor, and when he opened the door to his room she was nearly bowled over by the wave of musk tamhat rolled out of his room. Made up of the smell of sweat and rutting young male and cum, it was evidence of his favored hobby. And if that wasn't enough, the sheer amount of cumstains on literally everything served as a subtle followup hint.
"Here it is," he said, a bit nervous about being judged, both for the small size of his living space and for the fact that he masturbated more than he studied and hadn't cleaned it in a hot minute.
She was practically undressing him the second they got into the elevator. Mentally pleading with him to press her against one of the walls and stuff her, or force her to her knees and shoving that meaty thing down her throat.
Each fantasy had her hands twitching at her sides. Aching painfully to slide underneath her skirt and petticoat to show him just how eager she was to serve him.
And yet he did nothing. Not a single thing. Just a blank stare and his previous command for her to wait.
For how long? Until they made it to the room? Until he’d inspected her first? Did he want her raving mad with horniness that the second he touched her, she’d cum? It wouldn’t take much of that anyway. She was already so wet and sensitive.
She hoped the second they reached his room, whatever this shyness was would go away and he’d make use of her properly.
However, that thought lasted just up until the door opened and the scent of man hit her nose. The ever exciting smell of musk and…she took in the sight of all the cum stains.
The shift on her face was instant. As if someone had snapped and placed her in a trance. Her eyes glazed over, her mouth opened in pants, one hand coming to rest around her throat while the other rested between her breast, groping the right one despite that.
Cum. His cum. His scent. It was everywhere. So stroooonnng. So damn strong. She couldn’t think. But thinking was for others. Not for her. She wasn’t supposed to think. Just act. Act as he told her. Hnnngg. Yes. Just….
She tore her gaze from the sight and forced herself to look at him. Drool spilling down the corner of her parted lips. “W-what would hnnggg you like me to haaaa do first, Master?”
Markus had no fucking idea what was running through her head in the elevator. She was behaving perfectly... Well, not normal, but she wasn't being overtly weird. Just very... Still.
And obediently following to the door.
And then... Decidedly not the usual reaction people had to his dorm room in it's natural state.
"Oh, this is gonna be like that," he said, watching as whatever self-control she had almost entirely dribbled past her lips. All the porn he's watched ran through his mind and his cock jerked against his pantleg, nearly making him stumble. "Get inside."
The command had lost most of it's nervousness, now that he was aware of the game, so to speak. It was still a bit hesitant, but if things went how he suspected they would, that would go away very fast.
As soon as she was far enough inside that he could follow, the door was closed, and his shirt was off. His hands froze over his fly though, and his eyebrows went up as he had a thought.
"Take off my pants. Without your hands?" he phrased it like a question just in case she couldn't do that. He was nice like that. For now.
She moved without thought, her body lowering to her knees on pure instincts. Hours and days upon days of training to rewire her entire psyche coming into play as she nuzzled her face into his clothed crotch. Pressing kiss after kiss to the fabric that stood between her and the monster she wanted to devour.
Before finally she opened her mouth and caught his zipper between her teeth. Placing her hands behind her back and clasping them together, she angled her head in a way that let her begin tugging his zipper down.
His scent filled her nose and she had to keep focus on the task he’d given her otherwise she’d have just kept huffing in his musk. Still her eyes rolled back just slightly as her mouth worked along his pants. Tugging at the fabric, dragging her nose across his lower half, smearing her lipstick along her face and whatever they touched on him.
If she nuzzled her face into his cock, tracing it along the shaft down towards the head, that was certainly just because she didn’t have enough room to continue dragging his pants off without doing so.
When she finished with the task he’d given her, she sat, cheek presses to his cock, looking up at him with wide golden eyes, cheeks flushed and black stick smeared on either side of them. She hoped he didn’t notice the growing puddle beneath her, not of cum but of just how excited she was for her next task. Her cunt like a faucet of juices. Slick and gooey, sticking to the floor and her stockings. Just another mess she’d have to clean.
He let out a shaky sigh as she set to her task with a will, bracing himself on the door as she all but madeout with his twitching cockbulge.
He watched intently as she finally caught the zipper in her teeth with a soft click, that alone prompting another twitch just from being so damn hot. He did his best to keep quiet as she worked, biting his lip as she caught a much fresher dose of his admittedly rather potent dickmusk and let her eyes roll back into her skull as she kept on going.
He hoped laundry was on her list of chores, because makeup stains were not that easy to get rid of...
He could feel the warmth of her face press against the veins of his gradually-bared shaft, feel the sweat his dick constantly generated smearing against her cheek.
"God damn," he managed to get out once she was done, his pants around his ankles and his cock resting against the side of her face now that it was free, dripping and drooling enough that he was pretty sure that puddle underneath her was just his. "Good first job... Now clean the makeup smears off of my cock."
If his suspicions were correct, she was only going to leave more smears. Rings upon rings of smears, in fact.
Then he'd have to punish her.
The second the command left his lips, her tongue was at his cock. Licking along where her lipstick had smeared and even pressing her open mouth along the massive fuck stick, smearing more makeup she had to lick up.
After a while a good amount of drool had built up and was dripping down onto the floor and her chest, smearing along her cheeks and creating sloppy strings that kept her ever connected to the shaft she was currently attempting to clean.
Though, even with her lipstick all but gone, the markings on his cock weren’t. In fact it looked as though what used to be coating her lips was now transferred to every inch of his cock in either smear marks, open mouthed kisses, or kiss marks. The smears were streaked from where her tongue had lapped and licked and attempted to clean as he’d asked.
She didn’t give up however, and kept licking and even rubbing her face against him. Making a sloppy wet mess of her face eagerly. Her insides tightening as her mouth pressed against that thick tip. A whimpered moan escaping as her hands tightened around each other. Locking themselves in place so she wouldn’t slip them between her legs.
Not like she needed them to. Each press of her lips against a vein or slurp of her spit that dripped had her cumming. Squirting hard and heavy, forcing her to lean more into his cock, until she was dragging that tip into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it. Attempting to hide her craving under the guise of trying new way of cleaning him off.
His nails were digging into the cheap wood laminate that was the exterior of his door, his eyes fighting to roll back into his skull as he watched her slobber and smear all over his shaft and head, worshiping it in the messiest way possible under the pretense of cleaning up her mess.
"You're an awful maid, aren't you?" he asked as she started just polishing the tip, as if that was helpful, as if that would somehow help with all the countless smears of lipstick up and down his shaft. "Look at this mess..."
He gripped that messy dick with a squelch and pulling it out of her lip with a wet POP before dropping it onto her face, over and over, smack smack smack.
"You're such-" smack "A bad-" smack "Maid-" Smack smack SMACK. "I'm gonna have to punish you. Don't you agree?"
She whimpers, a sultry pathetic sound when he calls her an awful maid. She was. She genuinely was such a bad maid. She couldn’t seem to focus on anything but the taste of his cock on her tongue. So much so, she’d forgotten the task he’d given her and what her duties were just that quick.
Even worse, when he said to look at the mess she’d made, her stomach flipped and she moaned, her eyes crossing as she tried her best to look at the massive thing that he pulled from her mouth.
She should’ve hated the way her tongue tried to follow after it, how her mouth opened wider for him to shove it back in, or how she managed to pout. Eyebrows scrunching together with a want for him to put it back quickly.
“Ah!” She squealed when he brought it down onto her face instead, her eyes widening and then lowering as he raised it and brought it up again only to smack it back down against her face.
The sharp sting dulled to pleasure with each wet tap and she moaned, all but wringing her hands together to keep from reaching for him.
“Yesh, yesh I-I’m shooo bad.” She whimpered, voice trembling. But there was no fear there, not even a small hint. Whatever was supposed to be there that should make her want to refute, was buried far too deep underneath the want for him to degrade her. Treat her like nothing but something for pleasure.
If the way she attempted to lick at his cock each time it was drawn bad to slap at her face or how her tongue flicked out the corner of her mouth to taste the spit and precum soaked veins closest to it.
“I’m sho shorry! I’ll do better I pwomise.” She sighed.
She looked every bit like a whore for sale. Face flushed, slobber and spit smeared, black lipstick stained here and there upon umber skin, mascara running down her cheeks and eyes hazy. Her tongue sticking out from puffed swollen lips…
"Then when I'm done punishing you, you can start cleaning," he said, bringing the head of his cock back to her mouth. He didn't move at first, just let her lick and suck on the tip, until she completely lost herself once more...
Then he grabbed her by the back of her head and shoved every last inch of his bitch-breaking cock down her throat.
Fat and long, there was no way for that to be comfortable, even with prepwork and going slow, but this was punishment. He wasn't even going to let her try and acclimate to it before he started thrusting, curling over her head and hammering her face as his cock shoved its way down into her stomach, over and over again, using her esophagus as a cocksleeve.
Normally, Markus was a nice guy. At least, he tried to be, but this maid wasn't for Nice Guys. He could tell that much from how she acted. This maid was for brutal fucking, for taking advantage of, for burying his cock down her throat and then reaching down to smack her ass(which he did). Maybe when he wasn't quite so horny he'd be nicer, but with how she acted... He wasn't sure how 'not horny' he could be around her.
He'd ask her about rules and names and stuff later. Right now, he just needed to fuck her throat and feed her enough cum that she wouldn't be eating anything else today.
Winner!
@thoughtlessbimbo
Markus didn't remember entering a contest for a years' free maid service, but he wasn't about to complain.
The man had needs, and those needs ended up requiring a massive amount of cleanup.
Still, he was very surprised at the email in his inbox proclaiming him a 'WINNER! WINNER! WINNAR!' in the subject line, or the typo-ridden body explaining how he'd beaten out 'jillions of contestonts' for a free live-in maidnservice for a 'WHOLE ENTIRE FUCKING YEARRRRR!!!!!!' starting on... today's date.
He really didn't remember entering a contest, and certainly wouldn't have purposefully subjected some poor cleaning lady to sharing a one-person dorm room with someone of his... Proclivities. But according to the email, she was on her way, and expected to arrive... in a few minutes???
Scrambling to get dressed, Markus had no time to actually clean(which was his reflexive response to someone coming over, nevermind that the maid was supposed to do the cleaning), just throwing in whatever and stumbling to catch her in the lobby and explain this was all a misunderstanding.
Soooo horrrrny. She was just sooo horny. One hand was slick with her juices, thrusting deeper in a frantic rhythm. Forcing out echoing schlick schliiiicckking sounds from a cunt, she wished was being stuffed with something bigger than the fist she was currently pounding against her womb. While her other hand flew across the keyboard of her computer.
Her eyes kept rolling back too much as she came, squirting gushes of fluid onto the waterproof screen, for her to check to make sure she was typing correctly.
She'd gotten the okay after all, to start up a contest for work instead of being sold off. Which essentially meant she was given the permission to pick her next employer...and the one who'd be fucking her senseless.
Her fist pumped faster and her back arched, other hand striking at the keys at random, as she moaned. Yesss. That's what she wanted. Someone to fuck her senseless. Shut her brain off. Take control and use her like the pocketpussy she was.
The amount of orgasms they'd force out of her. Maybe they'd make her count how many times she did aloud? Could she count? But it would feel so good. So fucking good to cum consistently and....
The screen flashed blue with a brightness she couldn't ignore just as her fist kissed the entrance of her womb again and she tried to focus through another orgasm. Her body trembling, toes curling, and arching so much she was practically up out of her seat.
"R-read....fhnngggk...read i-it haaaa oh pleassshh aloud." She slurred. Unable to read the screen herself through the euphoric haze.
Your winner has been chosen. Contestant Markus Smith. Downloading details now. Your expected arrival time...is ten minutes.
After the first few orgams she'd forgotten exactly what fake add she'd created to lure out her targets. After the next set of pleasure, she'd forgotten who all she'd entered. And now? Now she didn't care so long as she got to cum again.
So once she'd heard the ringing confirmation of the information being transfered to her phone. She gave a few more pumps of her fist before pulling it free of her inner walls, shivering as what had been stuck behind the dam of her hand was released. Adding to the lake it'd begun creating underneath her.
She had ten minutes. Ten minutes to become presentable...and get to her new destination.
She adjusted her uniform, licked her hand clean, stepped out of her seat. Her juices along the floor splashing against her heels. Giving a glance to her screen to ensure she could at least pick her new master or mistress from a crowd if need be, she was on her way.
----in front of the college--
It would have taken longer if the instant transport hadn't been set up for her work. But as it were, she was there with a minute to spare. Making her way into the lobby and looking around.
Perhaps she'd ask at the front desk how to find her new master or mistress?
She could feel the eyes on her. The roaming of them made her tremble and her cheeks flushed. She wondered if they could see the excitement dripping down onto her white stockings, making them a bit transparent in certain spots. Or the way the imprint of her nipples were beginning to show through her top. Perhaps they could smell just how needy she was.
Maybe...maybe she should show them? Her left hand began to trace down her side, lifting up her skirt eeeevvverrr so slowly. Her eyes glazed as she licked at her lips. Just one orgasm would be fine.
Well she certainly wasn't hard to spot as he stumbled out of the elevator. Statuesque and beautiful, curvy as fuck and dressed to show it off in what could only be referred to as a maid costume rather than a uniform.
Those were some interesting stains on her stockings... was she-?
"Wait! Hey! I'm Markus!" He shouted, from nearly the other side of the lobby, running up before this strange woman could do anything too untoward in the place that had the power to throw him out.
He had no idea what their policy on prostitutes was, and he had no intention of finding out, so he was going to try and get this taken care of.
Hopefully before he got an erection from her outfit.
"Are you the maid from the contest?" He asked at a more reasonable volume, his eyes constantly skipping back to her face as other body parts magnetically lured them away over and over again. "Look, I don't know how it happened, but there's been some kind of mix up. I never entered any maid contests... so... you can go?"
Fuck she was hot...
It was fine. Just one quick release. That was all she needed. Just one and then maybe another…she’d see how she felt with fiv—her hand pauses just under the hem of her skirt, her head snapping to where the shouting had come from.
There is a moment of hesitation as she spots her new Master rushing over. She wants to pout, her bottom lip poking out as her eyes begin to water. She wanted to cum sooo badly. She was terribly sensitive as it were, just the feel of her thighs rubbing together, putting pressure on that spot that her fingers desperately wanted to press against, made her want to whine.
But, he was here now and she could do nothing without his permission. And he had told her to wait. So with much more self-control than she’d have liked, she dropped her hands to her side and gave a bow. Her breast almost sliding out of her top before she righted herself. The jiggling physics making them bounce more than necessary.
She let him ramble. Her eyes roaming over him. The plainness of his outfit leaving much to be desired, if she cared about that. Which she didn’t. It was the bold and large print at the front of his pants that she cared about. Had her mouth watering and kept her focus as he spoke.
I want to nuzzle my face against it. It’s so big. So big it’d stretch me…so wide. He’d have no problem getting me pregnant with that…I want to feel him inside me. I want to cum. I want to cum while he’s slam fucking me.
It wasn’t until he said she can go, that she finally spoke. Having to swallow twice just to rid herself of the access saliva in her mouth that was threatening to spill out. “There was no mix up. You were entered automatically. You personally doing so was not required.”
“I am yours for now.” She licked at her lips. “I can go to your room now if you’d like.”
She didn’t care about this formality bit. She just wanted to cum. She felt so empty. If they didn’t move somewhere else, she was likely to drop to her knees right there. It wasn’t as if she’d never been fucked with an audience watching before.
"Ah."
Automatically entered? With his full name and address? Shady. Shady as hell. And yet... Yhe sight of her tits nearly making a break for it just from a bow... And all his for a year?
There was no way that costume didn't have at least some implications, right?
"Okay then," he said, swallowing around a nervous lump in his throat. Fuck it. "Follow me, ill show you where it is."
The elevator ride was. Tense. He could feel her staring at him, even as he stated at her. Who the hell was this woman? Had she given him her name? He'd already agreed to host her and use her for a whole year, he couldn't ask her name now!
Eventually, they reached his floor, and when he opened the door to his room she was nearly bowled over by the wave of musk tamhat rolled out of his room. Made up of the smell of sweat and rutting young male and cum, it was evidence of his favored hobby. And if that wasn't enough, the sheer amount of cumstains on literally everything served as a subtle followup hint.
"Here it is," he said, a bit nervous about being judged, both for the small size of his living space and for the fact that he masturbated more than he studied and hadn't cleaned it in a hot minute.
She was practically undressing him the second they got into the elevator. Mentally pleading with him to press her against one of the walls and stuff her, or force her to her knees and shoving that meaty thing down her throat.
Each fantasy had her hands twitching at her sides. Aching painfully to slide underneath her skirt and petticoat to show him just how eager she was to serve him.
And yet he did nothing. Not a single thing. Just a blank stare and his previous command for her to wait.
For how long? Until they made it to the room? Until he’d inspected her first? Did he want her raving mad with horniness that the second he touched her, she’d cum? It wouldn’t take much of that anyway. She was already so wet and sensitive.
She hoped the second they reached his room, whatever this shyness was would go away and he’d make use of her properly.
However, that thought lasted just up until the door opened and the scent of man hit her nose. The ever exciting smell of musk and…she took in the sight of all the cum stains.
The shift on her face was instant. As if someone had snapped and placed her in a trance. Her eyes glazed over, her mouth opened in pants, one hand coming to rest around her throat while the other rested between her breast, groping the right one despite that.
Cum. His cum. His scent. It was everywhere. So stroooonnng. So damn strong. She couldn’t think. But thinking was for others. Not for her. She wasn’t supposed to think. Just act. Act as he told her. Hnnngg. Yes. Just….
She tore her gaze from the sight and forced herself to look at him. Drool spilling down the corner of her parted lips. “W-what would hnnggg you like me to haaaa do first, Master?”
Markus had no fucking idea what was running through her head in the elevator. She was behaving perfectly... Well, not normal, but she wasn't being overtly weird. Just very... Still.
And obediently following to the door.
And then... Decidedly not the usual reaction people had to his dorm room in it's natural state.
"Oh, this is gonna be like that," he said, watching as whatever self-control she had almost entirely dribbled past her lips. All the porn he's watched ran through his mind and his cock jerked against his pantleg, nearly making him stumble. "Get inside."
The command had lost most of it's nervousness, now that he was aware of the game, so to speak. It was still a bit hesitant, but if things went how he suspected they would, that would go away very fast.
As soon as she was far enough inside that he could follow, the door was closed, and his shirt was off. His hands froze over his fly though, and his eyebrows went up as he had a thought.
"Take off my pants. Without your hands?" he phrased it like a question just in case she couldn't do that. He was nice like that. For now.
She moved without thought, her body lowering to her knees on pure instincts. Hours and days upon days of training to rewire her entire psyche coming into play as she nuzzled her face into his clothed crotch. Pressing kiss after kiss to the fabric that stood between her and the monster she wanted to devour.
Before finally she opened her mouth and caught his zipper between her teeth. Placing her hands behind her back and clasping them together, she angled her head in a way that let her begin tugging his zipper down.
His scent filled her nose and she had to keep focus on the task he’d given her otherwise she’d have just kept huffing in his musk. Still her eyes rolled back just slightly as her mouth worked along his pants. Tugging at the fabric, dragging her nose across his lower half, smearing her lipstick along her face and whatever they touched on him.
If she nuzzled her face into his cock, tracing it along the shaft down towards the head, that was certainly just because she didn’t have enough room to continue dragging his pants off without doing so.
When she finished with the task he’d given her, she sat, cheek presses to his cock, looking up at him with wide golden eyes, cheeks flushed and black stick smeared on either side of them. She hoped he didn’t notice the growing puddle beneath her, not of cum but of just how excited she was for her next task. Her cunt like a faucet of juices. Slick and gooey, sticking to the floor and her stockings. Just another mess she’d have to clean.
He let out a shaky sigh as she set to her task with a will, bracing himself on the door as she all but madeout with his twitching cockbulge.
He watched intently as she finally caught the zipper in her teeth with a soft click, that alone prompting another twitch just from being so damn hot. He did his best to keep quiet as she worked, biting his lip as she caught a much fresher dose of his admittedly rather potent dickmusk and let her eyes roll back into her skull as she kept on going.
He hoped laundry was on her list of chores, because makeup stains were not that easy to get rid of...
He could feel the warmth of her face press against the veins of his gradually-bared shaft, feel the sweat his dick constantly generated smearing against her cheek.
"God damn," he managed to get out once she was done, his pants around his ankles and his cock resting against the side of her face now that it was free, dripping and drooling enough that he was pretty sure that puddle underneath her was just his. "Good first job... Now clean the makeup smears off of my cock."
If his suspicions were correct, she was only going to leave more smears. Rings upon rings of smears, in fact.
Then he'd have to punish her.
The second the command left his lips, her tongue was at his cock. Licking along where her lipstick had smeared and even pressing her open mouth along the massive fuck stick, smearing more makeup she had to lick up.
After a while a good amount of drool had built up and was dripping down onto the floor and her chest, smearing along her cheeks and creating sloppy strings that kept her ever connected to the shaft she was currently attempting to clean.
Though, even with her lipstick all but gone, the markings on his cock weren’t. In fact it looked as though what used to be coating her lips was now transferred to every inch of his cock in either smear marks, open mouthed kisses, or kiss marks. The smears were streaked from where her tongue had lapped and licked and attempted to clean as he’d asked.
She didn’t give up however, and kept licking and even rubbing her face against him. Making a sloppy wet mess of her face eagerly. Her insides tightening as her mouth pressed against that thick tip. A whimpered moan escaping as her hands tightened around each other. Locking themselves in place so she wouldn’t slip them between her legs.
Not like she needed them to. Each press of her lips against a vein or slurp of her spit that dripped had her cumming. Squirting hard and heavy, forcing her to lean more into his cock, until she was dragging that tip into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it. Attempting to hide her craving under the guise of trying new way of cleaning him off.
His nails were digging into the cheap wood laminate that was the exterior of his door, his eyes fighting to roll back into his skull as he watched her slobber and smear all over his shaft and head, worshiping it in the messiest way possible under the pretense of cleaning up her mess.
"You're an awful maid, aren't you?" he asked as she started just polishing the tip, as if that was helpful, as if that would somehow help with all the countless smears of lipstick up and down his shaft. "Look at this mess..."
He gripped that messy dick with a squelch and pulling it out of her lip with a wet POP before dropping it onto her face, over and over, smack smack smack.
"You're such-" smack "A bad-" smack "Maid-" Smack smack SMACK. "I'm gonna have to punish you. Don't you agree?"
Winner!
@thoughtlessbimbo
Markus didn't remember entering a contest for a years' free maid service, but he wasn't about to complain.
The man had needs, and those needs ended up requiring a massive amount of cleanup.
Still, he was very surprised at the email in his inbox proclaiming him a 'WINNER! WINNER! WINNAR!' in the subject line, or the typo-ridden body explaining how he'd beaten out 'jillions of contestonts' for a free live-in maidnservice for a 'WHOLE ENTIRE FUCKING YEARRRRR!!!!!!' starting on... today's date.
He really didn't remember entering a contest, and certainly wouldn't have purposefully subjected some poor cleaning lady to sharing a one-person dorm room with someone of his... Proclivities. But according to the email, she was on her way, and expected to arrive... in a few minutes???
Scrambling to get dressed, Markus had no time to actually clean(which was his reflexive response to someone coming over, nevermind that the maid was supposed to do the cleaning), just throwing in whatever and stumbling to catch her in the lobby and explain this was all a misunderstanding.
Soooo horrrrny. She was just sooo horny. One hand was slick with her juices, thrusting deeper in a frantic rhythm. Forcing out echoing schlick schliiiicckking sounds from a cunt, she wished was being stuffed with something bigger than the fist she was currently pounding against her womb. While her other hand flew across the keyboard of her computer.
Her eyes kept rolling back too much as she came, squirting gushes of fluid onto the waterproof screen, for her to check to make sure she was typing correctly.
She'd gotten the okay after all, to start up a contest for work instead of being sold off. Which essentially meant she was given the permission to pick her next employer...and the one who'd be fucking her senseless.
Her fist pumped faster and her back arched, other hand striking at the keys at random, as she moaned. Yesss. That's what she wanted. Someone to fuck her senseless. Shut her brain off. Take control and use her like the pocketpussy she was.
The amount of orgasms they'd force out of her. Maybe they'd make her count how many times she did aloud? Could she count? But it would feel so good. So fucking good to cum consistently and....
The screen flashed blue with a brightness she couldn't ignore just as her fist kissed the entrance of her womb again and she tried to focus through another orgasm. Her body trembling, toes curling, and arching so much she was practically up out of her seat.
"R-read....fhnngggk...read i-it haaaa oh pleassshh aloud." She slurred. Unable to read the screen herself through the euphoric haze.
Your winner has been chosen. Contestant Markus Smith. Downloading details now. Your expected arrival time...is ten minutes.
After the first few orgams she'd forgotten exactly what fake add she'd created to lure out her targets. After the next set of pleasure, she'd forgotten who all she'd entered. And now? Now she didn't care so long as she got to cum again.
So once she'd heard the ringing confirmation of the information being transfered to her phone. She gave a few more pumps of her fist before pulling it free of her inner walls, shivering as what had been stuck behind the dam of her hand was released. Adding to the lake it'd begun creating underneath her.
She had ten minutes. Ten minutes to become presentable...and get to her new destination.
She adjusted her uniform, licked her hand clean, stepped out of her seat. Her juices along the floor splashing against her heels. Giving a glance to her screen to ensure she could at least pick her new master or mistress from a crowd if need be, she was on her way.
----in front of the college--
It would have taken longer if the instant transport hadn't been set up for her work. But as it were, she was there with a minute to spare. Making her way into the lobby and looking around.
Perhaps she'd ask at the front desk how to find her new master or mistress?
She could feel the eyes on her. The roaming of them made her tremble and her cheeks flushed. She wondered if they could see the excitement dripping down onto her white stockings, making them a bit transparent in certain spots. Or the way the imprint of her nipples were beginning to show through her top. Perhaps they could smell just how needy she was.
Maybe...maybe she should show them? Her left hand began to trace down her side, lifting up her skirt eeeevvverrr so slowly. Her eyes glazed as she licked at her lips. Just one orgasm would be fine.
Well she certainly wasn't hard to spot as he stumbled out of the elevator. Statuesque and beautiful, curvy as fuck and dressed to show it off in what could only be referred to as a maid costume rather than a uniform.
Those were some interesting stains on her stockings... was she-?
"Wait! Hey! I'm Markus!" He shouted, from nearly the other side of the lobby, running up before this strange woman could do anything too untoward in the place that had the power to throw him out.
He had no idea what their policy on prostitutes was, and he had no intention of finding out, so he was going to try and get this taken care of.
Hopefully before he got an erection from her outfit.
"Are you the maid from the contest?" He asked at a more reasonable volume, his eyes constantly skipping back to her face as other body parts magnetically lured them away over and over again. "Look, I don't know how it happened, but there's been some kind of mix up. I never entered any maid contests... so... you can go?"
Fuck she was hot...
It was fine. Just one quick release. That was all she needed. Just one and then maybe another…she’d see how she felt with fiv—her hand pauses just under the hem of her skirt, her head snapping to where the shouting had come from.
There is a moment of hesitation as she spots her new Master rushing over. She wants to pout, her bottom lip poking out as her eyes begin to water. She wanted to cum sooo badly. She was terribly sensitive as it were, just the feel of her thighs rubbing together, putting pressure on that spot that her fingers desperately wanted to press against, made her want to whine.
But, he was here now and she could do nothing without his permission. And he had told her to wait. So with much more self-control than she’d have liked, she dropped her hands to her side and gave a bow. Her breast almost sliding out of her top before she righted herself. The jiggling physics making them bounce more than necessary.
She let him ramble. Her eyes roaming over him. The plainness of his outfit leaving much to be desired, if she cared about that. Which she didn’t. It was the bold and large print at the front of his pants that she cared about. Had her mouth watering and kept her focus as he spoke.
I want to nuzzle my face against it. It’s so big. So big it’d stretch me…so wide. He’d have no problem getting me pregnant with that…I want to feel him inside me. I want to cum. I want to cum while he’s slam fucking me.
It wasn’t until he said she can go, that she finally spoke. Having to swallow twice just to rid herself of the access saliva in her mouth that was threatening to spill out. “There was no mix up. You were entered automatically. You personally doing so was not required.”
“I am yours for now.” She licked at her lips. “I can go to your room now if you’d like.”
She didn’t care about this formality bit. She just wanted to cum. She felt so empty. If they didn’t move somewhere else, she was likely to drop to her knees right there. It wasn’t as if she’d never been fucked with an audience watching before.
"Ah."
Automatically entered? With his full name and address? Shady. Shady as hell. And yet... Yhe sight of her tits nearly making a break for it just from a bow... And all his for a year?
There was no way that costume didn't have at least some implications, right?
"Okay then," he said, swallowing around a nervous lump in his throat. Fuck it. "Follow me, ill show you where it is."
The elevator ride was. Tense. He could feel her staring at him, even as he stated at her. Who the hell was this woman? Had she given him her name? He'd already agreed to host her and use her for a whole year, he couldn't ask her name now!
Eventually, they reached his floor, and when he opened the door to his room she was nearly bowled over by the wave of musk tamhat rolled out of his room. Made up of the smell of sweat and rutting young male and cum, it was evidence of his favored hobby. And if that wasn't enough, the sheer amount of cumstains on literally everything served as a subtle followup hint.
"Here it is," he said, a bit nervous about being judged, both for the small size of his living space and for the fact that he masturbated more than he studied and hadn't cleaned it in a hot minute.
She was practically undressing him the second they got into the elevator. Mentally pleading with him to press her against one of the walls and stuff her, or force her to her knees and shoving that meaty thing down her throat.
Each fantasy had her hands twitching at her sides. Aching painfully to slide underneath her skirt and petticoat to show him just how eager she was to serve him.
And yet he did nothing. Not a single thing. Just a blank stare and his previous command for her to wait.
For how long? Until they made it to the room? Until he’d inspected her first? Did he want her raving mad with horniness that the second he touched her, she’d cum? It wouldn’t take much of that anyway. She was already so wet and sensitive.
She hoped the second they reached his room, whatever this shyness was would go away and he’d make use of her properly.
However, that thought lasted just up until the door opened and the scent of man hit her nose. The ever exciting smell of musk and…she took in the sight of all the cum stains.
The shift on her face was instant. As if someone had snapped and placed her in a trance. Her eyes glazed over, her mouth opened in pants, one hand coming to rest around her throat while the other rested between her breast, groping the right one despite that.
Cum. His cum. His scent. It was everywhere. So stroooonnng. So damn strong. She couldn’t think. But thinking was for others. Not for her. She wasn’t supposed to think. Just act. Act as he told her. Hnnngg. Yes. Just….
She tore her gaze from the sight and forced herself to look at him. Drool spilling down the corner of her parted lips. “W-what would hnnggg you like me to haaaa do first, Master?”
Markus had no fucking idea what was running through her head in the elevator. She was behaving perfectly... Well, not normal, but she wasn't being overtly weird. Just very... Still.
And obediently following to the door.
And then... Decidedly not the usual reaction people had to his dorm room in it's natural state.
"Oh, this is gonna be like that," he said, watching as whatever self-control she had almost entirely dribbled past her lips. All the porn he's watched ran through his mind and his cock jerked against his pantleg, nearly making him stumble. "Get inside."
The command had lost most of it's nervousness, now that he was aware of the game, so to speak. It was still a bit hesitant, but if things went how he suspected they would, that would go away very fast.
As soon as she was far enough inside that he could follow, the door was closed, and his shirt was off. His hands froze over his fly though, and his eyebrows went up as he had a thought.
"Take off my pants. Without your hands?" he phrased it like a question just in case she couldn't do that. He was nice like that. For now.
She moved without thought, her body lowering to her knees on pure instincts. Hours and days upon days of training to rewire her entire psyche coming into play as she nuzzled her face into his clothed crotch. Pressing kiss after kiss to the fabric that stood between her and the monster she wanted to devour.
Before finally she opened her mouth and caught his zipper between her teeth. Placing her hands behind her back and clasping them together, she angled her head in a way that let her begin tugging his zipper down.
His scent filled her nose and she had to keep focus on the task he’d given her otherwise she’d have just kept huffing in his musk. Still her eyes rolled back just slightly as her mouth worked along his pants. Tugging at the fabric, dragging her nose across his lower half, smearing her lipstick along her face and whatever they touched on him.
If she nuzzled her face into his cock, tracing it along the shaft down towards the head, that was certainly just because she didn’t have enough room to continue dragging his pants off without doing so.
When she finished with the task he’d given her, she sat, cheek presses to his cock, looking up at him with wide golden eyes, cheeks flushed and black stick smeared on either side of them. She hoped he didn’t notice the growing puddle beneath her, not of cum but of just how excited she was for her next task. Her cunt like a faucet of juices. Slick and gooey, sticking to the floor and her stockings. Just another mess she’d have to clean.
He let out a shaky sigh as she set to her task with a will, bracing himself on the door as she all but madeout with his twitching cockbulge.
He watched intently as she finally caught the zipper in her teeth with a soft click, that alone prompting another twitch just from being so damn hot. He did his best to keep quiet as she worked, biting his lip as she caught a much fresher dose of his admittedly rather potent dickmusk and let her eyes roll back into her skull as she kept on going.
He hoped laundry was on her list of chores, because makeup stains were not that easy to get rid of...
He could feel the warmth of her face press against the veins of his gradually-bared shaft, feel the sweat his dick constantly generated smearing against her cheek.
"God damn," he managed to get out once she was done, his pants around his ankles and his cock resting against the side of her face now that it was free, dripping and drooling enough that he was pretty sure that puddle underneath her was just his. "Good first job... Now clean the makeup smears off of my cock."
If his suspicions were correct, she was only going to leave more smears. Rings upon rings of smears, in fact.
Then he'd have to punish her.
Winner!
@thoughtlessbimbo
Markus didn't remember entering a contest for a years' free maid service, but he wasn't about to complain.
The man had needs, and those needs ended up requiring a massive amount of cleanup.
Still, he was very surprised at the email in his inbox proclaiming him a 'WINNER! WINNER! WINNAR!' in the subject line, or the typo-ridden body explaining how he'd beaten out 'jillions of contestonts' for a free live-in maidnservice for a 'WHOLE ENTIRE FUCKING YEARRRRR!!!!!!' starting on... today's date.
He really didn't remember entering a contest, and certainly wouldn't have purposefully subjected some poor cleaning lady to sharing a one-person dorm room with someone of his... Proclivities. But according to the email, she was on her way, and expected to arrive... in a few minutes???
Scrambling to get dressed, Markus had no time to actually clean(which was his reflexive response to someone coming over, nevermind that the maid was supposed to do the cleaning), just throwing in whatever and stumbling to catch her in the lobby and explain this was all a misunderstanding.
Soooo horrrrny. She was just sooo horny. One hand was slick with her juices, thrusting deeper in a frantic rhythm. Forcing out echoing schlick schliiiicckking sounds from a cunt, she wished was being stuffed with something bigger than the fist she was currently pounding against her womb. While her other hand flew across the keyboard of her computer.
Her eyes kept rolling back too much as she came, squirting gushes of fluid onto the waterproof screen, for her to check to make sure she was typing correctly.
She'd gotten the okay after all, to start up a contest for work instead of being sold off. Which essentially meant she was given the permission to pick her next employer...and the one who'd be fucking her senseless.
Her fist pumped faster and her back arched, other hand striking at the keys at random, as she moaned. Yesss. That's what she wanted. Someone to fuck her senseless. Shut her brain off. Take control and use her like the pocketpussy she was.
The amount of orgasms they'd force out of her. Maybe they'd make her count how many times she did aloud? Could she count? But it would feel so good. So fucking good to cum consistently and....
The screen flashed blue with a brightness she couldn't ignore just as her fist kissed the entrance of her womb again and she tried to focus through another orgasm. Her body trembling, toes curling, and arching so much she was practically up out of her seat.
"R-read....fhnngggk...read i-it haaaa oh pleassshh aloud." She slurred. Unable to read the screen herself through the euphoric haze.
Your winner has been chosen. Contestant Markus Smith. Downloading details now. Your expected arrival time...is ten minutes.
After the first few orgams she'd forgotten exactly what fake add she'd created to lure out her targets. After the next set of pleasure, she'd forgotten who all she'd entered. And now? Now she didn't care so long as she got to cum again.
So once she'd heard the ringing confirmation of the information being transfered to her phone. She gave a few more pumps of her fist before pulling it free of her inner walls, shivering as what had been stuck behind the dam of her hand was released. Adding to the lake it'd begun creating underneath her.
She had ten minutes. Ten minutes to become presentable...and get to her new destination.
She adjusted her uniform, licked her hand clean, stepped out of her seat. Her juices along the floor splashing against her heels. Giving a glance to her screen to ensure she could at least pick her new master or mistress from a crowd if need be, she was on her way.
----in front of the college--
It would have taken longer if the instant transport hadn't been set up for her work. But as it were, she was there with a minute to spare. Making her way into the lobby and looking around.
Perhaps she'd ask at the front desk how to find her new master or mistress?
She could feel the eyes on her. The roaming of them made her tremble and her cheeks flushed. She wondered if they could see the excitement dripping down onto her white stockings, making them a bit transparent in certain spots. Or the way the imprint of her nipples were beginning to show through her top. Perhaps they could smell just how needy she was.
Maybe...maybe she should show them? Her left hand began to trace down her side, lifting up her skirt eeeevvverrr so slowly. Her eyes glazed as she licked at her lips. Just one orgasm would be fine.
Well she certainly wasn't hard to spot as he stumbled out of the elevator. Statuesque and beautiful, curvy as fuck and dressed to show it off in what could only be referred to as a maid costume rather than a uniform.
Those were some interesting stains on her stockings... was she-?
"Wait! Hey! I'm Markus!" He shouted, from nearly the other side of the lobby, running up before this strange woman could do anything too untoward in the place that had the power to throw him out.
He had no idea what their policy on prostitutes was, and he had no intention of finding out, so he was going to try and get this taken care of.
Hopefully before he got an erection from her outfit.
"Are you the maid from the contest?" He asked at a more reasonable volume, his eyes constantly skipping back to her face as other body parts magnetically lured them away over and over again. "Look, I don't know how it happened, but there's been some kind of mix up. I never entered any maid contests... so... you can go?"
Fuck she was hot...
It was fine. Just one quick release. That was all she needed. Just one and then maybe another…she’d see how she felt with fiv—her hand pauses just under the hem of her skirt, her head snapping to where the shouting had come from.
There is a moment of hesitation as she spots her new Master rushing over. She wants to pout, her bottom lip poking out as her eyes begin to water. She wanted to cum sooo badly. She was terribly sensitive as it were, just the feel of her thighs rubbing together, putting pressure on that spot that her fingers desperately wanted to press against, made her want to whine.
But, he was here now and she could do nothing without his permission. And he had told her to wait. So with much more self-control than she’d have liked, she dropped her hands to her side and gave a bow. Her breast almost sliding out of her top before she righted herself. The jiggling physics making them bounce more than necessary.
She let him ramble. Her eyes roaming over him. The plainness of his outfit leaving much to be desired, if she cared about that. Which she didn’t. It was the bold and large print at the front of his pants that she cared about. Had her mouth watering and kept her focus as he spoke.
I want to nuzzle my face against it. It’s so big. So big it’d stretch me…so wide. He’d have no problem getting me pregnant with that…I want to feel him inside me. I want to cum. I want to cum while he’s slam fucking me.
It wasn’t until he said she can go, that she finally spoke. Having to swallow twice just to rid herself of the access saliva in her mouth that was threatening to spill out. “There was no mix up. You were entered automatically. You personally doing so was not required.”
“I am yours for now.” She licked at her lips. “I can go to your room now if you’d like.”
She didn’t care about this formality bit. She just wanted to cum. She felt so empty. If they didn’t move somewhere else, she was likely to drop to her knees right there. It wasn’t as if she’d never been fucked with an audience watching before.
"Ah."
Automatically entered? With his full name and address? Shady. Shady as hell. And yet... Yhe sight of her tits nearly making a break for it just from a bow... And all his for a year?
There was no way that costume didn't have at least some implications, right?
"Okay then," he said, swallowing around a nervous lump in his throat. Fuck it. "Follow me, ill show you where it is."
The elevator ride was. Tense. He could feel her staring at him, even as he stated at her. Who the hell was this woman? Had she given him her name? He'd already agreed to host her and use her for a whole year, he couldn't ask her name now!
Eventually, they reached his floor, and when he opened the door to his room she was nearly bowled over by the wave of musk tamhat rolled out of his room. Made up of the smell of sweat and rutting young male and cum, it was evidence of his favored hobby. And if that wasn't enough, the sheer amount of cumstains on literally everything served as a subtle followup hint.
"Here it is," he said, a bit nervous about being judged, both for the small size of his living space and for the fact that he masturbated more than he studied and hadn't cleaned it in a hot minute.
She was practically undressing him the second they got into the elevator. Mentally pleading with him to press her against one of the walls and stuff her, or force her to her knees and shoving that meaty thing down her throat.
Each fantasy had her hands twitching at her sides. Aching painfully to slide underneath her skirt and petticoat to show him just how eager she was to serve him.
And yet he did nothing. Not a single thing. Just a blank stare and his previous command for her to wait.
For how long? Until they made it to the room? Until he’d inspected her first? Did he want her raving mad with horniness that the second he touched her, she’d cum? It wouldn’t take much of that anyway. She was already so wet and sensitive.
She hoped the second they reached his room, whatever this shyness was would go away and he’d make use of her properly.
However, that thought lasted just up until the door opened and the scent of man hit her nose. The ever exciting smell of musk and…she took in the sight of all the cum stains.
The shift on her face was instant. As if someone had snapped and placed her in a trance. Her eyes glazed over, her mouth opened in pants, one hand coming to rest around her throat while the other rested between her breast, groping the right one despite that.
Cum. His cum. His scent. It was everywhere. So stroooonnng. So damn strong. She couldn’t think. But thinking was for others. Not for her. She wasn’t supposed to think. Just act. Act as he told her. Hnnngg. Yes. Just….
She tore her gaze from the sight and forced herself to look at him. Drool spilling down the corner of her parted lips. “W-what would hnnggg you like me to haaaa do first, Master?”
Markus had no fucking idea what was running through her head in the elevator. She was behaving perfectly... Well, not normal, but she wasn't being overtly weird. Just very... Still.
And obediently following to the door.
And then... Decidedly not the usual reaction people had to his dorm room in it's natural state.
"Oh, this is gonna be like that," he said, watching as whatever self-control she had almost entirely dribbled past her lips. All the porn he's watched ran through his mind and his cock jerked against his pantleg, nearly making him stumble. "Get inside."
The command had lost most of it's nervousness, now that he was aware of the game, so to speak. It was still a bit hesitant, but if things went how he suspected they would, that would go away very fast.
As soon as she was far enough inside that he could follow, the door was closed, and his shirt was off. His hands froze over his fly though, and his eyebrows went up as he had a thought.
"Take off my pants. Without your hands?" he phrased it like a question just in case she couldn't do that. He was nice like that. For now.
Reblog if you accept 'Magic Anon' questions.
Winner!
@thoughtlessbimbo
Markus didn't remember entering a contest for a years' free maid service, but he wasn't about to complain.
The man had needs, and those needs ended up requiring a massive amount of cleanup.
Still, he was very surprised at the email in his inbox proclaiming him a 'WINNER! WINNER! WINNAR!' in the subject line, or the typo-ridden body explaining how he'd beaten out 'jillions of contestonts' for a free live-in maidnservice for a 'WHOLE ENTIRE FUCKING YEARRRRR!!!!!!' starting on... today's date.
He really didn't remember entering a contest, and certainly wouldn't have purposefully subjected some poor cleaning lady to sharing a one-person dorm room with someone of his... Proclivities. But according to the email, she was on her way, and expected to arrive... in a few minutes???
Scrambling to get dressed, Markus had no time to actually clean(which was his reflexive response to someone coming over, nevermind that the maid was supposed to do the cleaning), just throwing in whatever and stumbling to catch her in the lobby and explain this was all a misunderstanding.
Soooo horrrrny. She was just sooo horny. One hand was slick with her juices, thrusting deeper in a frantic rhythm. Forcing out echoing schlick schliiiicckking sounds from a cunt, she wished was being stuffed with something bigger than the fist she was currently pounding against her womb. While her other hand flew across the keyboard of her computer.
Her eyes kept rolling back too much as she came, squirting gushes of fluid onto the waterproof screen, for her to check to make sure she was typing correctly.
She'd gotten the okay after all, to start up a contest for work instead of being sold off. Which essentially meant she was given the permission to pick her next employer...and the one who'd be fucking her senseless.
Her fist pumped faster and her back arched, other hand striking at the keys at random, as she moaned. Yesss. That's what she wanted. Someone to fuck her senseless. Shut her brain off. Take control and use her like the pocketpussy she was.
The amount of orgasms they'd force out of her. Maybe they'd make her count how many times she did aloud? Could she count? But it would feel so good. So fucking good to cum consistently and....
The screen flashed blue with a brightness she couldn't ignore just as her fist kissed the entrance of her womb again and she tried to focus through another orgasm. Her body trembling, toes curling, and arching so much she was practically up out of her seat.
"R-read....fhnngggk...read i-it haaaa oh pleassshh aloud." She slurred. Unable to read the screen herself through the euphoric haze.
Your winner has been chosen. Contestant Markus Smith. Downloading details now. Your expected arrival time...is ten minutes.
After the first few orgams she'd forgotten exactly what fake add she'd created to lure out her targets. After the next set of pleasure, she'd forgotten who all she'd entered. And now? Now she didn't care so long as she got to cum again.
So once she'd heard the ringing confirmation of the information being transfered to her phone. She gave a few more pumps of her fist before pulling it free of her inner walls, shivering as what had been stuck behind the dam of her hand was released. Adding to the lake it'd begun creating underneath her.
She had ten minutes. Ten minutes to become presentable...and get to her new destination.
She adjusted her uniform, licked her hand clean, stepped out of her seat. Her juices along the floor splashing against her heels. Giving a glance to her screen to ensure she could at least pick her new master or mistress from a crowd if need be, she was on her way.
----in front of the college--
It would have taken longer if the instant transport hadn't been set up for her work. But as it were, she was there with a minute to spare. Making her way into the lobby and looking around.
Perhaps she'd ask at the front desk how to find her new master or mistress?
She could feel the eyes on her. The roaming of them made her tremble and her cheeks flushed. She wondered if they could see the excitement dripping down onto her white stockings, making them a bit transparent in certain spots. Or the way the imprint of her nipples were beginning to show through her top. Perhaps they could smell just how needy she was.
Maybe...maybe she should show them? Her left hand began to trace down her side, lifting up her skirt eeeevvverrr so slowly. Her eyes glazed as she licked at her lips. Just one orgasm would be fine.
Well she certainly wasn't hard to spot as he stumbled out of the elevator. Statuesque and beautiful, curvy as fuck and dressed to show it off in what could only be referred to as a maid costume rather than a uniform.
Those were some interesting stains on her stockings... was she-?
"Wait! Hey! I'm Markus!" He shouted, from nearly the other side of the lobby, running up before this strange woman could do anything too untoward in the place that had the power to throw him out.
He had no idea what their policy on prostitutes was, and he had no intention of finding out, so he was going to try and get this taken care of.
Hopefully before he got an erection from her outfit.
"Are you the maid from the contest?" He asked at a more reasonable volume, his eyes constantly skipping back to her face as other body parts magnetically lured them away over and over again. "Look, I don't know how it happened, but there's been some kind of mix up. I never entered any maid contests... so... you can go?"
Fuck she was hot...
It was fine. Just one quick release. That was all she needed. Just one and then maybe another…she’d see how she felt with fiv—her hand pauses just under the hem of her skirt, her head snapping to where the shouting had come from.
There is a moment of hesitation as she spots her new Master rushing over. She wants to pout, her bottom lip poking out as her eyes begin to water. She wanted to cum sooo badly. She was terribly sensitive as it were, just the feel of her thighs rubbing together, putting pressure on that spot that her fingers desperately wanted to press against, made her want to whine.
But, he was here now and she could do nothing without his permission. And he had told her to wait. So with much more self-control than she’d have liked, she dropped her hands to her side and gave a bow. Her breast almost sliding out of her top before she righted herself. The jiggling physics making them bounce more than necessary.
She let him ramble. Her eyes roaming over him. The plainness of his outfit leaving much to be desired, if she cared about that. Which she didn’t. It was the bold and large print at the front of his pants that she cared about. Had her mouth watering and kept her focus as he spoke.
I want to nuzzle my face against it. It’s so big. So big it’d stretch me…so wide. He’d have no problem getting me pregnant with that…I want to feel him inside me. I want to cum. I want to cum while he’s slam fucking me.
It wasn’t until he said she can go, that she finally spoke. Having to swallow twice just to rid herself of the access saliva in her mouth that was threatening to spill out. “There was no mix up. You were entered automatically. You personally doing so was not required.”
“I am yours for now.” She licked at her lips. “I can go to your room now if you’d like.”
She didn’t care about this formality bit. She just wanted to cum. She felt so empty. If they didn’t move somewhere else, she was likely to drop to her knees right there. It wasn’t as if she’d never been fucked with an audience watching before.
"Ah."
Automatically entered? With his full name and address? Shady. Shady as hell. And yet... Yhe sight of her tits nearly making a break for it just from a bow... And all his for a year?
There was no way that costume didn't have at least some implications, right?
"Okay then," he said, swallowing around a nervous lump in his throat. Fuck it. "Follow me, ill show you where it is."
The elevator ride was. Tense. He could feel her staring at him, even as he stated at her. Who the hell was this woman? Had she given him her name? He'd already agreed to host her and use her for a whole year, he couldn't ask her name now!
Eventually, they reached his floor, and when he opened the door to his room she was nearly bowled over by the wave of musk tamhat rolled out of his room. Made up of the smell of sweat and rutting young male and cum, it was evidence of his favored hobby. And if that wasn't enough, the sheer amount of cumstains on literally everything served as a subtle followup hint.
"Here it is," he said, a bit nervous about being judged, both for the small size of his living space and for the fact that he masturbated more than he studied and hadn't cleaned it in a hot minute.
Winner!
@thoughtlessbimbo
Markus didn't remember entering a contest for a years' free maid service, but he wasn't about to complain.
The man had needs, and those needs ended up requiring a massive amount of cleanup.
Still, he was very surprised at the email in his inbox proclaiming him a 'WINNER! WINNER! WINNAR!' in the subject line, or the typo-ridden body explaining how he'd beaten out 'jillions of contestonts' for a free live-in maidnservice for a 'WHOLE ENTIRE FUCKING YEARRRRR!!!!!!' starting on... today's date.
He really didn't remember entering a contest, and certainly wouldn't have purposefully subjected some poor cleaning lady to sharing a one-person dorm room with someone of his... Proclivities. But according to the email, she was on her way, and expected to arrive... in a few minutes???
Scrambling to get dressed, Markus had no time to actually clean(which was his reflexive response to someone coming over, nevermind that the maid was supposed to do the cleaning), just throwing in whatever and stumbling to catch her in the lobby and explain this was all a misunderstanding.
Soooo horrrrny. She was just sooo horny. One hand was slick with her juices, thrusting deeper in a frantic rhythm. Forcing out echoing schlick schliiiicckking sounds from a cunt, she wished was being stuffed with something bigger than the fist she was currently pounding against her womb. While her other hand flew across the keyboard of her computer.
Her eyes kept rolling back too much as she came, squirting gushes of fluid onto the waterproof screen, for her to check to make sure she was typing correctly.
She'd gotten the okay after all, to start up a contest for work instead of being sold off. Which essentially meant she was given the permission to pick her next employer...and the one who'd be fucking her senseless.
Her fist pumped faster and her back arched, other hand striking at the keys at random, as she moaned. Yesss. That's what she wanted. Someone to fuck her senseless. Shut her brain off. Take control and use her like the pocketpussy she was.
The amount of orgasms they'd force out of her. Maybe they'd make her count how many times she did aloud? Could she count? But it would feel so good. So fucking good to cum consistently and....
The screen flashed blue with a brightness she couldn't ignore just as her fist kissed the entrance of her womb again and she tried to focus through another orgasm. Her body trembling, toes curling, and arching so much she was practically up out of her seat.
"R-read....fhnngggk...read i-it haaaa oh pleassshh aloud." She slurred. Unable to read the screen herself through the euphoric haze.
Your winner has been chosen. Contestant Markus Smith. Downloading details now. Your expected arrival time...is ten minutes.
After the first few orgams she'd forgotten exactly what fake add she'd created to lure out her targets. After the next set of pleasure, she'd forgotten who all she'd entered. And now? Now she didn't care so long as she got to cum again.
So once she'd heard the ringing confirmation of the information being transfered to her phone. She gave a few more pumps of her fist before pulling it free of her inner walls, shivering as what had been stuck behind the dam of her hand was released. Adding to the lake it'd begun creating underneath her.
She had ten minutes. Ten minutes to become presentable...and get to her new destination.
She adjusted her uniform, licked her hand clean, stepped out of her seat. Her juices along the floor splashing against her heels. Giving a glance to her screen to ensure she could at least pick her new master or mistress from a crowd if need be, she was on her way.
----in front of the college--
It would have taken longer if the instant transport hadn't been set up for her work. But as it were, she was there with a minute to spare. Making her way into the lobby and looking around.
Perhaps she'd ask at the front desk how to find her new master or mistress?
She could feel the eyes on her. The roaming of them made her tremble and her cheeks flushed. She wondered if they could see the excitement dripping down onto her white stockings, making them a bit transparent in certain spots. Or the way the imprint of her nipples were beginning to show through her top. Perhaps they could smell just how needy she was.
Maybe...maybe she should show them? Her left hand began to trace down her side, lifting up her skirt eeeevvverrr so slowly. Her eyes glazed as she licked at her lips. Just one orgasm would be fine.
Well she certainly wasn't hard to spot as he stumbled out of the elevator. Statuesque and beautiful, curvy as fuck and dressed to show it off in what could only be referred to as a maid costume rather than a uniform.
Those were some interesting stains on her stockings... was she-?
"Wait! Hey! I'm Markus!" He shouted, from nearly the other side of the lobby, running up before this strange woman could do anything too untoward in the place that had the power to throw him out.
He had no idea what their policy on prostitutes was, and he had no intention of finding out, so he was going to try and get this taken care of.
Hopefully before he got an erection from her outfit.
"Are you the maid from the contest?" He asked at a more reasonable volume, his eyes constantly skipping back to her face as other body parts magnetically lured them away over and over again. "Look, I don't know how it happened, but there's been some kind of mix up. I never entered any maid contests... so... you can go?"
Fuck she was hot...
Winner!
@thoughtlessbimbo
Markus didn't remember entering a contest for a years' free maid service, but he wasn't about to complain.
The man had needs, and those needs ended up requiring a massive amount of cleanup.
Still, he was very surprised at the email in his inbox proclaiming him a 'WINNER! WINNER! WINNAR!' in the subject line, or the typo-ridden body explaining how he'd beaten out 'jillions of contestonts' for a free live-in maidnservice for a 'WHOLE ENTIRE FUCKING YEARRRRR!!!!!!' starting on... today's date.
He really didn't remember entering a contest, and certainly wouldn't have purposefully subjected some poor cleaning lady to sharing a one-person dorm room with someone of his... Proclivities. But according to the email, she was on her way, and expected to arrive... in a few minutes???
Scrambling to get dressed, Markus had no time to actually clean(which was his reflexive response to someone coming over, nevermind that the maid was supposed to do the cleaning), just throwing in whatever and stumbling to catch her in the lobby and explain this was all a misunderstanding.
Rabbit Season
@alltheraig
Once again, short-ass college boy Markus found himself idly scrolling through that weird meet-up app for people with 'Unique Physical Characteristics'. And he couldn't fault them, these people could get very unique!
Take this one, a tiny black bunny woman. He couldn't say he'd ever met an anthro before. Or that he'd known they were real before, but. Okay, sure, fuck it.
Her profile said, well, quite a lot of salacious things. His did too, so that wasn't a surprise, but he was hoping his own size wouldn't scare her off.
So he swiped, and hoped she decided to take a chance on him.
When the waiter came back, Markus was all but draped over his chair, legs splayed out, both hands wrapped tightly around his cock through his date's body, his everything just shaking as he sucked down great gulps of air.
"Thanks," he said softly, not opening his eyes for a bit, just relaxing- "Oh fuck."
And then he remembered he hadn't just jerked himself off to completion in public again, he'd fucked Amara like a fleshlight. And she was still impaled on his cock.
Snapping his eyes open, he looked down at the dark-furred bunny and started to slowly-yet-firmly drag her off of his cock. How long had she been there? How long had he just basked in the afterglow of an intensely satisfying orgasm while she'd... Well, also basked, but also also suffocated?!
It was with more than one kind of relief that he pulled her off and sat her on the table, careful not to drop her plump bunny butt in a puddle of marinara sauce or cum.
"Holy fuck I am so sorry, are you okay???"
Whatever response he thought he was going to get was just her limp body twitching and spasming as he pulled her off his shaft. Whatever liquid was left inside of her was dripping from her cunt in the form of cum that her poor, rearranged insides couldn't push out further.
When he laid her on the table, she looked as if she'd swallowed an entire lake at once and tried to keep it down. Only...it wasn't a lake, and she in fact couldn't keep it down. The cum he'd pumped into her, and she'd scraped off his cock when he pulled free, pouring from her mouth, nose, cunt, and even her ass. Her pink tongue was barely noticeable underneath thick white cream spilling from her mouth.
Her chest rose and fell in a gentle, slow rhythm. Proof that she was alive despite how limp she was or the way her eyes refused to open. She was out for the count...at least for now.
"Oh shit, oh fuck, ohhhhh shit I have no idea where she liiiiives!"
Markus pulled at his hair and whined. She didn't have a purse, or pockets, and her dress was in tatters around her body, drenched in cum and... Other fluids.
And there was the food and what was probably a really expensive bottle of wine.
Without really thinking about it, he just... Put her on the cart. And tucked himself back in his pants. And... Pushed her out the door. Hopefully no one would look too hard as he went back to his dorm. It was close enough, he could get her there, get her cleaned up... Oh god this was a disaster. A stupid, sexy disaster!
"Uh, sir? Sir! Wai-" the waiter began, noticing Markus as he walked past the podium, before the manager put her hand on his shoulder and just shook her head.
"Forget it, kid. It's Amara," she said, putting on a pair of sunglasses.
"... What?"
Rabbit Season
@alltheraig
Once again, short-ass college boy Markus found himself idly scrolling through that weird meet-up app for people with 'Unique Physical Characteristics'. And he couldn't fault them, these people could get very unique!
Take this one, a tiny black bunny woman. He couldn't say he'd ever met an anthro before. Or that he'd known they were real before, but. Okay, sure, fuck it.
Her profile said, well, quite a lot of salacious things. His did too, so that wasn't a surprise, but he was hoping his own size wouldn't scare her off.
So he swiped, and hoped she decided to take a chance on him.
When the waiter came back, Markus was all but draped over his chair, legs splayed out, both hands wrapped tightly around his cock through his date's body, his everything just shaking as he sucked down great gulps of air.
"Thanks," he said softly, not opening his eyes for a bit, just relaxing- "Oh fuck."
And then he remembered he hadn't just jerked himself off to completion in public again, he'd fucked Amara like a fleshlight. And she was still impaled on his cock.
Snapping his eyes open, he looked down at the dark-furred bunny and started to slowly-yet-firmly drag her off of his cock. How long had she been there? How long had he just basked in the afterglow of an intensely satisfying orgasm while she'd... Well, also basked, but also also suffocated?!
It was with more than one kind of relief that he pulled her off and sat her on the table, careful not to drop her plump bunny butt in a puddle of marinara sauce or cum.
"Holy fuck I am so sorry, are you okay???"
Rabbit Season
@alltheraig
Once again, short-ass college boy Markus found himself idly scrolling through that weird meet-up app for people with 'Unique Physical Characteristics'. And he couldn't fault them, these people could get very unique!
Take this one, a tiny black bunny woman. He couldn't say he'd ever met an anthro before. Or that he'd known they were real before, but. Okay, sure, fuck it.
Her profile said, well, quite a lot of salacious things. His did too, so that wasn't a surprise, but he was hoping his own size wouldn't scare her off.
So he swiped, and hoped she decided to take a chance on him.
"Haaah~" Markus moaned as he felt Amara's teasing ramp up, her tongue, her teeth, his cock throbbed so hard it nearly smacked into the table. It was a tiny moan, but it was a moan. Right in front of the waiter.
"Are... Are you alright, sir?" the waiter asked, frowning and hugging his serving tray to his chest.
Thinking... Well, not quickly, but trying damn it, Markus kicked a table leg. "Just stubbed my toe is all. Ow."
"But that... You..." The waiter's face slowly twisted in confusion as he tried to process how Markus moaned before he kicked the table.
"Don't you have other diners to help?" Markus asked through gritted teeth, choking back a groan and doing everything in his power to not reach down and grab his date and use her like a stroker.
"Yyyyes. Of course, sir," the waiter said after a long and suspicious moment, turning and walking away. Presumably to go and find other diners to serve. Or maybe a manager to talk to.
"Fuuuuuuuck," Markus groaned softly as he placed his forehead on the table, sweat pouring off of his face even as precum poured out of his cock and all over Amara's head. And the floor. So much on the floor, falling with soft little splats on the tile.
She feels a bit smug when he moans, even more smug when she hears the waiter catch on. The sound of their heartbeat thrumming in their chest proving that for a second they might have known there was something going on under the table...even if they were a bit too shy to attempt to pin point it exactly.
However, her focus remained on Markus. The thick shaft she clung to and the dollop of precum he'd begun oozing. It drenched her entire face and the upper part of her dress. Thick and heavy and the scent making her squirt, her body only able to stay clinging to him through willpower alone as her body shook and trembled.
If she released now, she was more than likely going to land in the massive puddle of precum he'd begun creating...and she wasn't done teasing him yet. Well...there was only so much she could do with just herself and his juicy fuck log that had turned into her personal milk faucet for the moment.
So, she waited until the waiter had begun walking away to start licking up the mess as best she could. Trying to clean him and herself up so she'd be able to climb from underneath the table...eventually~
Markus could feel it when she came. He wasn't sure precisely what set her off, but he could feel that hot splatter on the underside of his cock and he thought he was going to bite through his lower lip if she kept teasing him for much longer.
"I can't fucking take this, please," he begged quietly, hoping she could hear him through the table. "If we're gonna get kicked out I wanna at least be able to put my dick back in my pants!"
Whether he was begging her to get off or to get him off, even he didn't know. He just needed some kind of end point for this teasing! And her hot little tongue working him over was not helping.
She would have laughed if she weren’t so focused on swallowing the thick shake of precum that coated her fur. Small tongue draaaagging through the creamy goop only for more to plop right back in its place. She figured the only way to stop it was to plug it at the source, so she shimmied just a bit and stuck her tongue inside his hole like a stopper. Wrapping her mouth around what she could and began sucking. Hard.
Her stomach swelling and what she couldn’t take dripping from her nose and the corner of her lips. Curling her tongue like a spoon and flicking it inside the head before scooping out that slick slip directly into her mouth. There was too much of it, for such a small body to take at once, but she took what she could in. Her cheeks puffing out as precum filled them as though she’d just hide nuts in each pocket. Before at last sucking her tongue back into her mouth pulling away her lips away, taking a second to swallow what was in her mouth, she scrambled up his shaft, just next to his balls and said: “I can’t do it alone but if you think you can help work me onto it we can make the send off worth it.”
She traced a precum slicked paw along his churning cumtanks. “Or I can finish cleaning up this mess and we get our food to go, if you want to call back for the waiter~”
He was trying his best to keep quiet, he really was. But there was only so much a person could keep quiet through, and a small rabbit shoving her tongue down his dickhole while giving Nancy Reagan a run for her money was beyond the pale.
"Goooooowuuaaahhhhhfuck," he moaned out unintelligibly, one hand running through his hair while the other covered his mouth. He'd barely recovered enough to sit up again when her face was peeking out just under the table cloth, little nose twitching under the hem as she spoke, his balls twitching as she teased them.
"Can'taffordthisplaceanyway," he muttered quickly as he pushed his chair back, revealing a fair amount of cock to everyone at the restaurant as he grabbed his date, shoved her back under the table, and proceeded to shove her onto his cock like a fleshlight he didn't mind breaking, slamming forward so hard he almost knocked the table over entirely as he rose from the chair, heedless of physics or anatomy as he stuffed her the way they'd both been craving since they'd matched the previous night.
That moan was hard to ignore by anyone near them, much less the staff. But no one moved. Everyone seemed rather glued to their plates…save for the few tables that seemed rather interested in what was going on. Eyes widening at the sight of Markus’ cock confirming what a few of them had already guessed.
While Amara had barely enough time to reach and pull her toy from her sopping wet snatch, when he grabbed her. She was trying to find a good grip in her paws with how slick it was, when he shoved her back under the table, along the length of his shaft and toward that swollen head she’d been making out with. Forcing her to drop it the second he shoved that precum drooling monster inside of her without mercy.
If she’d been stretched open before by the cocks she’d managed to squeeze into her tight little hole. It was nothing compared to his…it felt like she was being filled to the brim, her insides pulling apart to make room, stomach distending with the imprint of what he’d managed to fit inside, and her tiny legs shaking as she came.
Hard. Squirt trickling down his cock as her body pushed back against the massive cock that was rearranging her insides with every inch he slammed into her. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head and whatever moan that escaped was so loud, no one was going to miss it.
She could feel him shifting angles, digging deeper, and farther when he stood up. Pushing past the limit anyone else would have met as the tip of his cock forced its way out the small opening of her throat. Truly turning her into a fleshlight regardless of her anatomy. And she? She enjoyed every second of it.
Her tiny hands coming to wrap along her stomach, stroking upward around the bulging shaft that stretched her skin like a custom made condom. Wondering if only a little if he could feel it through the walls of her body.
“Ahnnggg fuckingyessss.” She hissed.
If only half the tables occupied were watching them before, every table had their eyes glued on them now. Their hands either underneath the table cloth, or the chair across from them suspiciously empty. In far corner of the room, Markus and Amara’s waiter stood next to the manager, speaking rather quickly. Only for his face to flush bright red as the manager pointed at the couple and spoke.
Informing him of just where Amara had been this entire time and most likely exactly why Amara was such a high paying customer. The man’s cheeks grew redder and he brought his menu up to cover his face. Lowering it slightly to peek back over while the manager shook their head, gave them a pat on the shoulder, before reaching over to run their hand along the crotch of his pants. Leaning to whisper in his ear.
Markus was past a point of no-return. Specifically, the point where he just did not give a fuck about being caught or being subtle, so he was just fucking this rabbit, thrusting into her as he held her in place with his hands under the table, entirely heedless of the rest of the restaurant patrons as he grunted and groaned.
"Fuuuuck yessss, god I've been dreaming about this-!" He started rambling as he thrust, shivering as he felt... Cold air on the tip of his cock? What hole was he even fucking? He could have sworn he'd gone into her pussy but... Fuck it, he didn't care, he didn't fucking care! He needed to fuck until he came and god damn it he was going to!
With a deep groan of effort, he took a step back and swung his hips to the side, whipping his cock out from under the table and Amara with it, swinging her up over the table and pinning her to the top of it, smacking her down between toppled glasses and scattered silverware as he rutted into her like an animal.
He wasn't really aware of the other diners at this point, who were either just trying to eat their food, or getting just as frisky as he was. He certainly wasn't watching the waiter and the manager getting handsy in the corner. All he was doing was devoting 100% of his attention on the little bunny he'd pinned to the table, watching the way her body stretched and deformed as he shoved his cock through her over and over again, his massive balls smacking into her body so hard he was (almost)worried she'd bruise.
Markus slipped into a fugue state, the entire world narrowing to this rabbit on his cock and a desperate need to use her until he came, so use her he did, drool running down from his clenched teeth as he felt all the pent up need from the past twenty minutes or so, or however long they'd been there, boiling for release.
It took him by surprise when he finally came, but at the same time he couldn't say how long he'd been fucking Amara into the table, or what anyone else was doing, he just knew thrustthrustthrustTHRUSTALMOSTTHRUSTFUCKYESSSSSS as his orgasm finally crashed over him. He didn't stop thrusting, still slamming all the way through, the head of his cock deep inside the bunny as the orgasm actually erupted from the head of it, thick and steaming-hot and flooding the rabbit, making her balloon briefly before he thrust forward again and forced her body to the base of his cock, forcing his cock to shove out of her mouth again, jetting massive ropes of cum all over the table, and the floor, and the next table as well as the poor boy's entire body locked up in a rictus of mind-numbing pleasure.
Rabbit Season
@alltheraig
Once again, short-ass college boy Markus found himself idly scrolling through that weird meet-up app for people with 'Unique Physical Characteristics'. And he couldn't fault them, these people could get very unique!
Take this one, a tiny black bunny woman. He couldn't say he'd ever met an anthro before. Or that he'd known they were real before, but. Okay, sure, fuck it.
Her profile said, well, quite a lot of salacious things. His did too, so that wasn't a surprise, but he was hoping his own size wouldn't scare her off.
So he swiped, and hoped she decided to take a chance on him.
"Haaah~" Markus moaned as he felt Amara's teasing ramp up, her tongue, her teeth, his cock throbbed so hard it nearly smacked into the table. It was a tiny moan, but it was a moan. Right in front of the waiter.
"Are... Are you alright, sir?" the waiter asked, frowning and hugging his serving tray to his chest.
Thinking... Well, not quickly, but trying damn it, Markus kicked a table leg. "Just stubbed my toe is all. Ow."
"But that... You..." The waiter's face slowly twisted in confusion as he tried to process how Markus moaned before he kicked the table.
"Don't you have other diners to help?" Markus asked through gritted teeth, choking back a groan and doing everything in his power to not reach down and grab his date and use her like a stroker.
"Yyyyes. Of course, sir," the waiter said after a long and suspicious moment, turning and walking away. Presumably to go and find other diners to serve. Or maybe a manager to talk to.
"Fuuuuuuuck," Markus groaned softly as he placed his forehead on the table, sweat pouring off of his face even as precum poured out of his cock and all over Amara's head. And the floor. So much on the floor, falling with soft little splats on the tile.
She feels a bit smug when he moans, even more smug when she hears the waiter catch on. The sound of their heartbeat thrumming in their chest proving that for a second they might have known there was something going on under the table...even if they were a bit too shy to attempt to pin point it exactly.
However, her focus remained on Markus. The thick shaft she clung to and the dollop of precum he'd begun oozing. It drenched her entire face and the upper part of her dress. Thick and heavy and the scent making her squirt, her body only able to stay clinging to him through willpower alone as her body shook and trembled.
If she released now, she was more than likely going to land in the massive puddle of precum he'd begun creating...and she wasn't done teasing him yet. Well...there was only so much she could do with just herself and his juicy fuck log that had turned into her personal milk faucet for the moment.
So, she waited until the waiter had begun walking away to start licking up the mess as best she could. Trying to clean him and herself up so she'd be able to climb from underneath the table...eventually~
Markus could feel it when she came. He wasn't sure precisely what set her off, but he could feel that hot splatter on the underside of his cock and he thought he was going to bite through his lower lip if she kept teasing him for much longer.
"I can't fucking take this, please," he begged quietly, hoping she could hear him through the table. "If we're gonna get kicked out I wanna at least be able to put my dick back in my pants!"
Whether he was begging her to get off or to get him off, even he didn't know. He just needed some kind of end point for this teasing! And her hot little tongue working him over was not helping.
She would have laughed if she weren’t so focused on swallowing the thick shake of precum that coated her fur. Small tongue draaaagging through the creamy goop only for more to plop right back in its place. She figured the only way to stop it was to plug it at the source, so she shimmied just a bit and stuck her tongue inside his hole like a stopper. Wrapping her mouth around what she could and began sucking. Hard.
Her stomach swelling and what she couldn’t take dripping from her nose and the corner of her lips. Curling her tongue like a spoon and flicking it inside the head before scooping out that slick slip directly into her mouth. There was too much of it, for such a small body to take at once, but she took what she could in. Her cheeks puffing out as precum filled them as though she’d just hide nuts in each pocket. Before at last sucking her tongue back into her mouth pulling away her lips away, taking a second to swallow what was in her mouth, she scrambled up his shaft, just next to his balls and said: “I can’t do it alone but if you think you can help work me onto it we can make the send off worth it.”
She traced a precum slicked paw along his churning cumtanks. “Or I can finish cleaning up this mess and we get our food to go, if you want to call back for the waiter~”
He was trying his best to keep quiet, he really was. But there was only so much a person could keep quiet through, and a small rabbit shoving her tongue down his dickhole while giving Nancy Reagan a run for her money was beyond the pale.
"Goooooowuuaaahhhhhfuck," he moaned out unintelligibly, one hand running through his hair while the other covered his mouth. He'd barely recovered enough to sit up again when her face was peeking out just under the table cloth, little nose twitching under the hem as she spoke, his balls twitching as she teased them.
"Can'taffordthisplaceanyway," he muttered quickly as he pushed his chair back, revealing a fair amount of cock to everyone at the restaurant as he grabbed his date, shoved her back under the table, and proceeded to shove her onto his cock like a fleshlight he didn't mind breaking, slamming forward so hard he almost knocked the table over entirely as he rose from the chair, heedless of physics or anatomy as he stuffed her the way they'd both been craving since they'd matched the previous night.
Rabbit Season
@alltheraig
Once again, short-ass college boy Markus found himself idly scrolling through that weird meet-up app for people with 'Unique Physical Characteristics'. And he couldn't fault them, these people could get very unique!
Take this one, a tiny black bunny woman. He couldn't say he'd ever met an anthro before. Or that he'd known they were real before, but. Okay, sure, fuck it.
Her profile said, well, quite a lot of salacious things. His did too, so that wasn't a surprise, but he was hoping his own size wouldn't scare her off.
So he swiped, and hoped she decided to take a chance on him.
"Haaah~" Markus moaned as he felt Amara's teasing ramp up, her tongue, her teeth, his cock throbbed so hard it nearly smacked into the table. It was a tiny moan, but it was a moan. Right in front of the waiter.
"Are... Are you alright, sir?" the waiter asked, frowning and hugging his serving tray to his chest.
Thinking... Well, not quickly, but trying damn it, Markus kicked a table leg. "Just stubbed my toe is all. Ow."
"But that... You..." The waiter's face slowly twisted in confusion as he tried to process how Markus moaned before he kicked the table.
"Don't you have other diners to help?" Markus asked through gritted teeth, choking back a groan and doing everything in his power to not reach down and grab his date and use her like a stroker.
"Yyyyes. Of course, sir," the waiter said after a long and suspicious moment, turning and walking away. Presumably to go and find other diners to serve. Or maybe a manager to talk to.
"Fuuuuuuuck," Markus groaned softly as he placed his forehead on the table, sweat pouring off of his face even as precum poured out of his cock and all over Amara's head. And the floor. So much on the floor, falling with soft little splats on the tile.
She feels a bit smug when he moans, even more smug when she hears the waiter catch on. The sound of their heartbeat thrumming in their chest proving that for a second they might have known there was something going on under the table...even if they were a bit too shy to attempt to pin point it exactly.
However, her focus remained on Markus. The thick shaft she clung to and the dollop of precum he'd begun oozing. It drenched her entire face and the upper part of her dress. Thick and heavy and the scent making her squirt, her body only able to stay clinging to him through willpower alone as her body shook and trembled.
If she released now, she was more than likely going to land in the massive puddle of precum he'd begun creating...and she wasn't done teasing him yet. Well...there was only so much she could do with just herself and his juicy fuck log that had turned into her personal milk faucet for the moment.
So, she waited until the waiter had begun walking away to start licking up the mess as best she could. Trying to clean him and herself up so she'd be able to climb from underneath the table...eventually~
Markus could feel it when she came. He wasn't sure precisely what set her off, but he could feel that hot splatter on the underside of his cock and he thought he was going to bite through his lower lip if she kept teasing him for much longer.
"I can't fucking take this, please," he begged quietly, hoping she could hear him through the table. "If we're gonna get kicked out I wanna at least be able to put my dick back in my pants!"
Whether he was begging her to get off or to get him off, even he didn't know. He just needed some kind of end point for this teasing! And her hot little tongue working him over was not helping.
Rabbit Season
@alltheraig
Once again, short-ass college boy Markus found himself idly scrolling through that weird meet-up app for people with 'Unique Physical Characteristics'. And he couldn't fault them, these people could get very unique!
Take this one, a tiny black bunny woman. He couldn't say he'd ever met an anthro before. Or that he'd known they were real before, but. Okay, sure, fuck it.
Her profile said, well, quite a lot of salacious things. His did too, so that wasn't a surprise, but he was hoping his own size wouldn't scare her off.
So he swiped, and hoped she decided to take a chance on him.
"Haaah~" Markus moaned as he felt Amara's teasing ramp up, her tongue, her teeth, his cock throbbed so hard it nearly smacked into the table. It was a tiny moan, but it was a moan. Right in front of the waiter.
"Are... Are you alright, sir?" the waiter asked, frowning and hugging his serving tray to his chest.
Thinking... Well, not quickly, but trying damn it, Markus kicked a table leg. "Just stubbed my toe is all. Ow."
"But that... You..." The waiter's face slowly twisted in confusion as he tried to process how Markus moaned before he kicked the table.
"Don't you have other diners to help?" Markus asked through gritted teeth, choking back a groan and doing everything in his power to not reach down and grab his date and use her like a stroker.
"Yyyyes. Of course, sir," the waiter said after a long and suspicious moment, turning and walking away. Presumably to go and find other diners to serve. Or maybe a manager to talk to.
"Fuuuuuuuck," Markus groaned softly as he placed his forehead on the table, sweat pouring off of his face even as precum poured out of his cock and all over Amara's head. And the floor. So much on the floor, falling with soft little splats on the tile.
