Part II to this prompt response

Story tags: >!M|F, hot-dogging!<

Note: If you want to go straight to the sex scene, that begins after the second line divider.

Shadowy figures clung to the edges of her vision, the light was harsh, and she was struck with an instant headache. Warmth radiated from her limbs, like she had been running up hill for the passed hour or so.

“You’re awake?” Kendall’s voice cut through her brain fog, “—Thank God.”

Olivia blinked a few times, her friends hazy silhouettes outlined in fluorescent light, crouched around her, slowly came into focus.

Lincoln was kneeling beside her, directly to her left, staring down at his phone, his fingers tapping away at the screen, “We were just getting ready to call you an ambulance…” he said before laying his phone down.

Bianca was crouched a little further away, her forearm wrapped around her knees, and wearing a wary grin. Kendall was practically on top of her—opposite Lincoln.

“Oh my God, Liv, you scared the crap out of us,” Kendall sighed, “did you have like a panic attack or something?”

“Yeah, I think so?” Olivia agreed though she wasn’t sure, “How long was I out?”

“A few seconds...” Lincoln answered, “—maybe like thirty seconds.” He held up his phone just above her face, his finger swiping over the screen, but she didn’t have the capacity read anything in that moment, let alone anything at the speed he was swiping, “I did a little research on the protein shake… I wasn’t seeing anything from FDA or anything, but I think I found a contact number, and the fine print on the bottle said the only side effects reported should be some mild euphoria and, uh, muscle soreness.”

“Muscle soreness,” Olivia repeated back, glancing down at her arms. They felt heavier than usual.

She tried to push herself up, but her body felt like a jumble of odd, and unfamiliar angles. Every muscle seemed slightly heavier and fuller than she remembered.

Lincoln became nervous and fidgety again, first scratching his head, before his hands moved about his face, “I’m sorry Liv, I swear I didn’t know any of this would happen. I assumed it was just like gag, or AT MOST, maybe it some kind of super effective protein shake.”

Olivia choked out a laugh, “well, I guess technically it is a super effective protein shake.”

“Seriously,” Bianca agreed, “You were SO skinny like ten minutes ago,” she let out a sudden gasp holding up the drained bottle, “This thing say’s it’s 40,000 calories per serving.”

Kendall looked back at Bianca and sneered, “Bianca, I don’t think you’re helping.” “Freakiness of the bottle aside. All I was trying to saying was, her ass is super thick now…” Bianca argued, “—like bordering on irresponsibly thick… and she’s got the legs of a fucking thoroughbred—” Bianca leaned forward and possessively dug her fingers into Olivia’s meaty quads, “...she’s okay. No weird side-effects AND a killer ass. Sounds like a win to me.”

Bianca sat up a little straighter, her eyes combing over Olivia. "But if we're being honest, there's still a little something left to fix." She cupped her own generous chest, giving her tits a playful squeeze. "Liv still has two Bs up here, that could use a boost. Link? Does that company make tiddy milkshakes too?" She asked laughing at her own joke.

Kendall rolled her eyes, "Ignore her, Liv. She's just upset, that your ass is bigger than hers now."

Olivia let out a cautious laugh, but took Kendall's advice. She instinctively reached down and ran her hands across her thighs, they felt more pronounced, and somehow both firmer and yet softer than she remembered.

Her body felt foreign to her, but it felt like a good thing. She grabbed the back of her thighs and pulled herself upright. Her friends backed away to give her some space. She was only a little sore, no worse than she felt after an hour on an elliptical.

She took a deep breath, her nostrils overwhelmed with the slightly acrid smell of stale paper and the distinctly dusty scent of the sales floor.

Her nipples went stiff, even though she was wearing a thick long-sleeved shirt she was sure they could all tell. It didn’t matter. It was barely noticeable compared to the slight buzzing sensation she had behind her eyes. It was pleasant enough to drive away her headache. Warmth settled into her chest, as she absently rubbed her freshly thickened thighs. She lazily glanced around the room, her eyes drifting to and from the smiling faces of her friends.

She felt good. Strangely good. If this was the mild euphoria Link had mentioned, she found herself liking it more than she expected. In fact, she liked it so much, she couldn't help but wonder if there was any of that shake left in the bottle.

Olivia tried to focus, “So, the bottle said the changes are permanent right?” she asked slowly drawing her knees toward her chest. It felt like she was sitting taller, like the new inches added to her cheeks had given her a new vantage point on the floor.

Lincoln collected the bottle from where Bianca dropped it, “Uh... yeah,” Lincoln agreed, “According to the label, the effects are permanent as long as you maintain your diet and exercise. But—” He paused, looking down at his phone again, scanning the fine print. “Some people... uh... experience more pronounced changes than others, it says on average you should gain about sixteen pounds of mass.”

Olivia nodded to herself thoughtfully, “Of muscle?”

Lincoln only shrugged.

Her heart rate was steadily increasing, and Olivia was suddenly aware of how alive she felt, and she felt suddenly giddy.

“Hey Liv?” Bianca asked forcing her back to reality, “are you sure you’re feeling alright, you’re like sweating a little.”

Olivia blinked, only then realizing how hot she felt. She tugged at the collar of her shirt, trying to cool off, she briefly considered stripping it off, before she remember she wasn’t wearing anything underneath.

Olivia rubbed her eyes with her palms, “I’m fine… Good. Really.”

A twinge of guilt gnawed at her. Her friends were so nice, and she had refused to share any of that nasty, but magical protein shake. Worse. She freaked everyone out, by passing out on them. Then her thoughts drifted to Lincoln. He had gotten her that weird, magic protein shake thing in the first place, and she’d made him feel bad when he was actually being really thoughtful. Worse still. He had gotten basically nothing in return—just a dumb tube of hand cream from Bianca.

She rubbed her face, again, trying to hide the heat rising in her cheeks, she turned to him, as he was scrolling through his phone, undoubtedly trying to find out more information on the magical and supposedly-eggnog-flavored shake.

“Link—there’s something I do feel bad about though, you got me this weird, but really thoughtful gift, and all I got you was... hand cream.”

“HEY,” Bianca said feigning offense, “that’s good lotion, all-natural stuff. It’s vegan, and fragrance-free. It’s GOOD stuff.”

Kendall chuckled. “Honestly, though, you could’ve got him something manlier.” “Men have hands, Kendall!” Bianca argued.

“It was a nice gift.” Lincoln insisted, though he sounded like he was on the verge of laughing himself.

Bianca grinned, her eyes flicking between Olivia and Lincoln. “Well, since my lotion sucks, Liv, you’re the one that got the BIG gift. I mean, that booty is ready to bust out the seams of those leggings, I think… if anything you owe Link a better gift.

Kendall and Bianca laughed, but Lincoln only smiled awkwardly.

Olivia realized she was right.

She felt like she floating. All the while, the lingering sensations in the muscles made her feel compelled to run, to jump, to do something physical. She was physically too hot, and her clothes felt too restrictive.

“That’s fair,” Olivia said as the laughter died down, “What do you want Link?”

“I’m good,” Lincoln said dismissively, “I seriously had know idea that shake would work the way it did.”

“Link, my guy you’re out here gifting the world with phat asses…” Bianca said through a fit of giggles “—That is beyond charity. How about a flash, Liv?”

The thought made Olivia blush, but she only responded with an apprehensive giggle.

“Shit, if you could send me the link to where you bought that shake, I’ll flash you!” Kendall laughed.

Lincoln’s cheeks burned red, “You don’t hav—uh but yeah, I’ll share it with you guys,” he stammered, as he meekly threw up his hands, patting the air, wordlessly attempting to get the girls to settle down.

Bianca’s grin widened, “No, you’ve gotta experience the joy a phat ass can bring to really appreciate it.” Her voice deepened and she drew out her words like she was announcing something on a game show, “I mean —can-we-get-our-boy-lap-dance?”

Lincoln looked sheepish, “I—uh, no… that’s okay…” Somehow his cheeks managed to turn a shade redder than they were earlier.

Olivia could feel her own cheeks burning, and then another flicker of warmth came alive between her thighs, “I can do that.”

Lincoln wanted to say something. He probably gracefully dismissive, but he hesitated, his eyes darting between the girls. His breaths were quicker and shallow. He was what he wanted, and he was trying to hide it, but it obvious. It was the blush in cheeks. The way his nostrils flared, and short panic breathes that caused his chest to rise and fall a little too quickly.

Olivia stood up. She immediately heard the faint sound stretching of fabric, as her leggings struggled to contain the swell of meaty cheeks that were now packed inside. The girls paused a moment, before letting out a collective giggle.

Olivia was a little wobbly. like the weight of her ass was threatening to pull her back down to the floor.

Once she found her footing, Olivia tilted her head toward the front half of the store, “Break room?” she offered.

Bianca started to whine in protest. “Aww, come on, Olivia!” Bianca groaned.

“Yeah, we wanna see!” Kendall chimed in.

Olivia silenced them with a playful sneer,"I doubt Link wants an audience."

Lincoln, looked a bit overwhelmed, he swallowed hard, before whispering, "No, just you and me would be nice."

“Ooh, this might be more than a lap dance,” Bianca teased, waggling her eyebrows.

Olivia grinned and took Lincoln's hand and led him toward the break room.

“Don’t break ‘em Liv, he’s just a boy!” Kendall called out.

Lincoln seemed nervous, his shoulders were stiff, and his palms were warm and sweaty, but he kept pace with her anyway. Bianca and Kendall’s voices faded to a soft murmur between fits of giggles by the time Olivia and Lincoln made it to the break room door.

The door whined as she pushed it open, “you ready?” Olivia asked as she stepped inside.

Lincoln nodded, collecting his phone from his pocket, his thumb rocketing about the screen, only pausing when some music began to pour out from the speakers.

It was a dreamy psychedelic sound with a slow but steady beat.

“What’s that?” She asked referring to the music blaring from his phone as she closed the door.

“Tame Impala…” he answered, laying the phone down on the table.

Olivia nodded. The song was slower than she would’ve liked, but she didn’t want to waste any time looking for something else.

She still felt a little off. Like a pat of butter slowly melting atop a stack of pancakes. Still, she was a little too hyper. Giddy. Ready to do anything he asked just for the thrill of.

She grinned at him, her mouth opening just enough for her tongue to slowly sweep across her teeth. Her hips twitched, before settling into a gentle sway in sync with the rhythm of the music.

She blinked, her vision sharpening, and she was suddenly acutely aware of every detail in the room—the way the low ceiling tiles seemed to press down on her, the way Link’s shoulders began to barely swayed in time with the music, the way her own body felt like it was unlocking from the inside out.

The mild euphoria hadn’t dissipated yet, if anything it felt stronger now. Her breath came a little faster, the air in the small room felt hot and thick, and it smelled like stale coffee and Styrofoam. She stepped toward him. He was nervous, frozen in place. Like a baby deer caught in the scope of a hunter.

She grabbed his hands and spun into him, guiding his hands to her waist, and she let the music take her. Her hips swinging like a heavy pendulum.

The soft electric thrumming sound seemed to vibrate through her. She never really felt music before. Not like this. It was like pulse of the rhythm had got under her skin giving her endless wave of goosebumps.

She could barely feel Lincoln, his denim-clad crotch barely scraping against the thin fabric that courageously held back her massive, jiggly, marshmallow-soft ass cheeks.

She teased him, the curve of her cheeks swiping against his restrained cock. Until his hand slid over her waist, and pulled her back. It was a slow tentative pull, she could feel his nervousness, as if he was waiting for her to pull away. Instead, Olivia pressed back into him. She could feel the firm bulge press against her ass, and she centered her moments there, stroking him with her cheeks.

He felt warm, but it was nothing compared to the surge of heat that poured into her pussy.

She heard him moan softly. A moan that seemed to reverberate through her core. She playfully threw her ass back against him, the weight of her cheeks rippled against him, and the recoil crashed back against her hips. It felt natural. It was difficult to imagine she had basically been a string bean less than an hour ago, without an ounce of ass meat to spare and now she could barely keep it contained.

She shot him a look over her shoulder, her smile wide. Something about the whole experience made it feel like her head was swimming, a flicker of a thought raced through her head.

“Do you have that hand lotion on you?” Olivia asked innocently.

Lincoln shifted behind her, “Yeah...” it was barely a word, his voice so low and rough it didn’t even sound like Link.

Olivia looked over her shoulder, her lips parted. There was just this intense look on Lincoln’s face that put a smile on her face. She pulled away from him, her thumbs hooking into the waistband of her leggings. Slowly, she peeled the clinging fabric down, her soft pale flesh slipping free of the constrictive fabric, inch by inch.

Lincoln’s eyes were glued to her every move, his mouth hanging open when her big wobbly bare ass was finally free. Her leggings clung to her thighs, a tangled mess of red constrictive fabric.

Olivia pushed her ass against, wriggling her hips, the hard protruding knob of denim sinking it between her crack, “grease it up,” Olivia teased.

Lincoln wasted little time. She could feel him rummaging around in his pockets, then she heard the distinct pop of a tube lotion opening up.

Olivia’s eyes lost focus as the cool droplets of liquid landed on the broad curves of her ass. She sucked in a breath. It felt like lotion was sizzling on her skin the moment it touched her. Her hips moved in a steady rotation, a tight circle that had her feeling his dick just beneath his clothes. And then, his hands were on her.

“...it’s so big, and round and soft…” he said his voice trailing off as he began gently rubbing in the lotion. It was like the stars aligned like every nerve ending in her body lit up at once. She whimpered, her breathing going shallow.

“I want to feel you,” Olivia said in a low voice, barely whisper above the sound of the music.

Olivia reached between her thighs, and tugged at Lincoln’s pant leg, while shaking her powerful wobbly cheeks.

She craved his touch, she wanted him hard and bare, pressed up against her.

“Off,” she demanded with a whine.

The track playing through Lincoln’s phone ended and another began, a similar sound with a quicker pace.

Lincoln shifted, she could feel his knuckles grazing her cheeks as his hands clumsy unbuttoning his fly, seconds later he was shimmying the denim down his legs.

Olivia’s heart was pounding. She had forgotten who she was, even where she was. The anticipation had driven every other thought out of her. Then she felt him, a hot, smooth rod of flesh, soft, but firm and unyielding. He pressed himself right into the split of her ass cheeks.

Olivia and Lincoln let out a collective moan the moment their bare skin collided. She hollowed her back, pressing her weight against him, forcefully burying his dick lengthwise between her massive cheeks. The motion fell to her knees, stroking his length with the freshly moisturized cheeks. Her body moved like a wave, her every curve and line flowing into the next. Each stroke hitched to her breath, making Lincoln moan and twitch between her cheeks.

Fuck, Olivia…" he groaned, his hands gripping her hips, his thumbs sinking into her soft flesh. She smiled, her body thrilling at his response.

She pushed back against him with all her weight until he was almost painful deep, the girth of his cock rubbing against her ass, his heat lapping at her pussy. She jerked her body upright, and shimmied, her wobbly cheeks smearing his hips and thighs with lotion.

Her thoughts, were completely overridden by quiet hungry instinct. His hips began to move, grinding into her, just the way she wanted him to. The feel of his cock against her, so close, but not inside her, it was so overwhelming—it was making her dizzy.

She looked back at his awestruck face, and it made her feel giddy, “It’s like my ass is eating you up,” her lips formed a little ‘o,’ and she made a soft slurpy noise, rolling her tongue along with her hips. The sound came skipping like stone across her lips, between breathy giggles.

Lincoln squeezed his shut, his expression teetering somewhere between pain and pleasure. His hot, hard cock twitched hungrily.

Teasing him with her new big round ass, proved to be intensely fun.

“Nom-Nom-Nom” she teased through breathy giggles.

Olivia made it to the third “Nom” when she felt the tip of cock awkwardly notch against the rim of her asshole, the firmness and heat slipping centimeters deeper than it should have. Lincoln moaned. Loudly. She could feel him hesitate before he began coaxing her into a better angle, with a firm grip on her hips.

Olivia’s head fell forward and her eyelids flew open. It felt as if his cock tapped against some secret brain-recalibration button strategically buried between her cheeks. The sudden pressure short-circuited her senses. Her wires became all crossed, her synapses sparked, and her knees turned to jelly. She wobbled on her feet, like a newly christened dick-junkie anticipating some new and intense way to get high.

"Fuck," she exhaled, her hands reaching for something, anything, to steady herself. She ended up gripping the edge of the breakroom table.

The pressure was there, but he wasn’t quite inside her. She was suddenly on the precipice of a complete paradigm shift. Her teeth began rattling. She was ready to fully submit. Yesterday, Link was just some shy boy that she barely spoke to, now she was ready to do whatever he wanted.

She tried to stop her teeth and knees from shaking, wordless praying Lincoln had the good sense to pull her hair before sinking his cock any deeper. His dick was twitched, and then it kept twitching until she felt a spurt of heat. A gust of warmth dribbled down from her asshole tickling her pussy lips. Her shoulders collapsed, as the tension keeping her upright seemed to leave her all at once.

Her breath came in soft pants, quick and shallow, but she felt so much lighter than she had a second ago.

Lincoln moaned, his cock slipped up, barely jutting free from her the globes ass meat smashed against his thighs.

His cock twitched again, sliding back through her cheeks, and out again, sending long arches of cum splashing down on her back.

Each new splash made her skin prickle. She could feel little streams rolling down her back and across the curve of her cheeks. Lincoln groaned, nearly falling over her back when his cock finally stopped spurting.

Olivia’s body was humming. She turned around, her shirt slipping back into place, clinging to her cum-streaked back. She straightened up, her eyes meeting his.

Link was grinning, a goofy, sort of smile that lit up his face.

Olivia couldn’t help but laugh.

“That was intense…” Lincoln began, but the rest of what he was saying didn’t seem to make it to her ears.

“Yep,” Olivia nodded in agreement smacking her lips together before smiling. Her attention was on his fading erection, pink and engorged, still twitching slightly, as it began drooping to her left. It was glistening with a thin sheen of lotion, a pearly droplet of cum still clinging to the tip. His wild dark pubes were almost pasted to his pelvis.

She swallowed hard, her pulse racing, the heat in her pussy too all-consuming to ignore “Link… do you think you can go again?”

Original Prompt

Prologue

I'll admit that I initiatlly had more sympathy for my dad than my mom when they first told me that they were getting a divorce. My senior year in high school, it had mostly been my mom sniping at my dad with unnecessary putdowns, and when I called home during freshman year, she'd openly yell at him even while I was on the phone. When they sat me down over Christmas break, I wasn't surprised at their announcement. As I cleaned out my room, preparing the house for sale, the icy "cold war" wasn't the reprieve from the "hot war" that I was hoping for. Instead of undermining each other directly, they'd go through me.

I fled to California the following summer, renting a house with some friends and working a barely-paying molecular biology internship at a shitty startup rather than face the prospect of getting shuffled between my parents' depressing apartments. The internship was actually great - I was almost tempted to switch over from biomedical engineering, but it was also the summer that I found out my dad had a girlfriend. He didn't tell me outright, I asked him what he did over the weekend and he said he went to see a baseball game with his girlfriend.

"Isn't it a little soon?" I asked him.

"Things between your mother and I haven't been good for a long time," he explained. "I've been ready to get back into the dating scene for a while now."

My mom held her tongue about it for the whole summer before letting it slip out sometime in the fall - dad's new girlfriend was only a year older than me, and to top it off, my mom strongly suspected there was overlap between the relationships. They were already deep in the divorce process when Mom found out about the "other woman," so she just let it go. She found out because Dad had bought flowers with a mis-delivered E-card that read "Happy Anniversary," which meant they had started dating before the divorce had started, when she was a rising sophomore in college.

Not just any college, either: she was enrolled at my college. Somewhere, on campus, was a 20-year-old homewrecker.

"It's none of your fucking business," my dad snarled, when I told him I knew.

I spent way too much time thinking about how to exact revenge on the whore that had wrecked my parents' marriage, but the first part of any plan - finding out who she was - turned out to be easier than I ever imagined.

One week, my dad told me that he was in town for business, and he'd take me out to a steakhouse on Friday night. I sarcastically asked him if plans with his girlfriend had fallen through, that he'd deign spending Friday night with his son. He replied, "You know I'd rather see you than Nikki." Just like that, I knew her name. Then, I simply told him that I was busy on Friday, and we could meet up Saturday - that forced him to change his dinner plans with Nikki to Friday, and followed him from his hotel.

I just waited outside the restaurant to see what she looked like, and I recognized her. Well, not by name or anything, but everyone knew a Kappa when they saw her. For the briefest of instants, I had a modicum of respect for my dad for pulling a Kappa, the hottest, bitchiest chicks, and the cheerleader sorority. Very quickly, the respect faded back into seething hatred.

Chapter 1

It wasn't hard to figure out what the fuck was going on. Nikki's student profile had her major listed, art history, and my dad worked for an insurance company that specialized with art galleries. With a little sleuthing, I found Nikki's resume, discovered that Nikki had been an intern at my dad's company, and she had listed him as a reference. Banging the intern, how pathetically banal.

But she also listed another interesting reference - a biology professor, who I'll simply call Roger, rather than by his title of Professor, out of spite. She obviously wasn't a biology major, and as far as I could tell, she had only ever taken introductory biology, so, why would she list him as a reference? I quickly guessed that my dad wasn't the only older man she was fucking.

As luck would have it, there was a perfect view of Roger's office from the dome on top of the administration building, and I was pretty familiar with the secret staircase that led to the roof there. I took my dates there, sometimes, when they wanted a little adventure. When they had remodeled the building, they extended the main staircase all the way up to the roof, and put a key-carded door there. There was an old staircase that went from the fourth floor to the roof, but they walled it off, and turned it into a closet. All that someone needed to do was pick the lock to the poorly-secured closet, and there was roof access.

As I sat on the gravel rooftop, hidden from most of the quad by a large oak tree that stood guard, my gaze lingered on the purpose for being up here: the clear view of the inside of Roger's office. For most of the afternoon, students came and went, drifting in and out for meetings, formal and informal, and otherwise, Roger just typed away on his computer, writing papers or filling out grant applications. When 5 o'clock came and went, I was a little annoyed that Roger was still working, forcing me to continue my vigil. Then, I realized that I had been stupid for waiting all afternoon - if Nikki were to come by, it'd be after hours, when nobody else was around.

Sure enough, after watching all the other lights in the building go off one by one, I could tell that Roger was the last one in the building. Around 9 pm, Roger looked up from his desk, towards the weathered oak door. I watched as Nikki went into Professor Roger's office and locked the door behind her. Roger suddenly looked around, at his desk covered in stacks of books, notes, and empty coffee cups. He began to clean furiously, sweeping things aside.

Nikki, wearing a Kappa sweatshirt and baggy jeans when she had entered, immediately began taking off her clothes. Underneath the modest street clothes, she was wearing her cheerleader outfit - a red and black halter top with our mascot's name emblazoned across her chest, and a red and black pleated skirt. She plopped down across from him at his desk, splaying her legs lewdly as Roger cleared off his desk.

When he was finished, Roger stepped forward, placed his hand on her shoulder, and guided her out of her chair. His eyes widened, and a hint of a smile played at the corners of his mouth, as she slithered to the floor. Nikki was behind the desk from my point of view, so I couldn't see exactly what was happening, but Roger pulling something out of his pants and the positioning of Nikki's head beside his crotch left little ambiguity. Her head bobbed up and down, her lips wrapping tightly around his swollen member, her eyes closed in ecstasy. I could even see Nikki's shoulder moving around, as she stuffed her hand under her skirt to play with herself.

I could practically feel Nikki's heart race as she complied with Roger's demands, playing with herself as she sucked him off. When he had had enough, he motioned for her to stand up, and he bent her over his desk. She lay face down on the cold, hard wood, feeling the rough grain of the desk against her cheek. For a second, I thought maybe she looked up and saw someone out on top of the geology building, but it was dark outside. Professor Roger stepped closer, his hands moving to her hips, and he unbuckled his belt, letting his pants fall to the floor.

I couldn't see him enter her, but I could see Nikki gasp as he flipped up the back of her skirt. Her mouth opened in anticipation as she felt the heat of his cock press against her entrance. She looked guilty as fuck, like she knew she shouldn't be doing this, but the professor's commanding presence and the forbidden thrill of the situation were too much for her to resist. She closed her eyes and let him guide himself inside her. He began to move slowly, his hands holding her hips steady as he took his time exploring her body.

He wasn't making love to her, he was fucking her, but she began to lose herself in the sensation anyway. The forbidden thrill of being with her professor, the feeling of being taken so roughly and so completely, all of it combined to create a sensual overload that made her whole body tingle. She reached forward, wrapping her fingers around the edge of his desk, and thrust her ass back, pressing herself deeper into his embrace.

I had the presence of mind to take out my phone and record the rest of the encounter. The video was shaky, zoomed in at maximum and shot from across the quad, but I got decent shots of their faces. The action, of course, was unambiguous. Roger picked up the pace, his thrusts becoming more urgent as he felt her tightening around him. With one final, powerful thrust, he threw his head back and emptied himself inside her. They stood there together for a moment, panting heavily, their chests heaving as they tried to catch their breath. Finally, he pulled out of her and stepped back, his expression a mix of satisfaction and lingering lust.

He said something to her, and she nodded mutely. He offered her a few tissues from his desk to wipe herself off, and she threw her sweatshirt and jeans back on so that she wouldn't attract attention as she walked back in the dark. As soon as she left his office, Roger closed up his Word document and turned off the lights - he had only been working this late to be alone with Nikki.

Chapter 2

Believe it or not, professors sleeping with students wasn't against the law. It wasn't even against school rules. I made several anonymous inquiries, and was glad I made them anonymously, because everyone I talked to assured me that such accusations were unlikely to proceed to any actionable punishments. If I had proof that grades or money was being exchanged, maybe - maybe - there'd be an official investigation, which then might - might - lead to some kind of censure. But unless professor was untenured, or it wasn't a first offense, the censure would carry the punishment of a stern warning.

Failing to see a path to getting Nikki kicked out of school, I went for the second best option.

"Come in," Roger called out.

I opened the door to his office, and smiled to myself as I was greeted with an oblivious professor, framed by a large floor-to-ceiling window that overlooked the quad, and the geology building on the far side.

"Office hours are Tuesdays and Thursdays, 3-5 pm," Roger said, pre-emptively.

"I'm not here for office hours," I explained, helping myself to a seat.

"Alright," Roger sighed, clearly annoyed at the intrusion outside of the time he was mandated to interact with male students.

"I'm here about Nikki," I began.

"Nikki?" Roger asked, with a practiced indifference.

"Yes, the student that was in your office late last night?" I clarified.

"Nikki ... Nikki ..." Roger said, feigning memory loss. "Ah, yes, I believe she was dropping off a late problem set."

"She's not in your class," I said, shutting down that argument immediately.

"Oh, yes, you are correct," Roger immediately pivoted. I quickly realized that this was not the first time he had been caught. His lies were seamless, practiced. "She was in my class in a previous year. I believe she came by to ask for a recommendation for a summer internship."

"With a locked door?" I asked. I think that was the question that finally got him. He paused for a few seconds, perhaps debating how much I already knew and how much I was bluffing. He had no idea who I was - a jealous boyfriend, or perhaps just a student who was in the right place at the right time. He must have decided that I knew enough.

"It's not against school policy to meet with students behind locked doors," he said, the mirth vanishing from his face.

"Yes, but it's probably against your marriage vows," I said, triumphantly. It was enough of a threat for Roger, and he capitulated.

"What do you want?" he croaked.

"I just need to know what classes she's taking next semester. You can access her schedule through the registrar's portal."

Armed with the knowledge about the classes Nikki had registered for spring semester, I got a head start into worming my way into her life. First, I enrolled in Math 103, Statistics and Probability. There was actually a biostatistics course required for my major, but I was free to substitute the one offered by the math department. Then, I noted that she had signed up for an intramural volleyball league, and over Christmas break, I took a crash course in volleyball at a gym near my mom's place. I wasn't exactly a jock, but I was underestimated in high school, I had a decent vertical, and most importantly, I got good enough that I could hold my own in B-league.

When the semester began, I made sure to sit a few rows in front of Nikki in stats. I wouldn't want to meet her in class - that'd dry her pussy up fast - but I wanted her to recognize me when we met again at volleyball, and it didn't take long. Our team played the team with Nikki's in our third game, and as the outside hitter, I got in a few very memorable hits.

"Hey, aren't you in my stats class?" asked Nikki, after the game.

I made a show of looking around, confused, making sure that the trio of Kappas didn't get the impression that I was fist-pumping inside.

"Uh, yeah ... I mean, I think ... I mean ... which stats class?" I intentionally blubbered. It was a perfect response. Nikki and her ilk thought they were sooo smart, seeing through my "lies." I was just another fawning simp, hopelessly in love with unattainable women.

"Oh, come on," Nikki said, smirking. "God, you don't have to be such a dork. You can admit that you sneak a peek now and then."

"I-"

"It doesn't fucking matter," she said, cutting me off. "You're not bad at this game. Better than anyone else, anyway. And we could really use an outside hitter. You wanna switch teams?"

"I don't know if that's allowed," I began.

"Oh, don't worry, I'll talk to the league commissioner, I'm sure he'd be happy to do me a favor," Nikki giggled.

And just like that, I was reassigned to Team Kappa. It was a pretty sweet deal - basically, it was two ringers from Delta house, Jason and Evan, who could have played varsity if they weren't on the football team; a friend of Nikki's from Delta who was about my level, Marcus; another ringer from Tau house, Jack; plus me, and the Kappa girls (Nikki, Britney, and Jamie) rotated being the setter and cheerleading. It was an absurdly stacked team for what was supposed to be a pretty friendly league, but it really did highlight how Nikki got her way. All the time. The team had started out with Nikki and Jason. They gradually added their own, and pushed everyone else out, until they got the team they wanted. They were - no, we were - the in crowd, now.

The next game was absolutely brutal, and there were two people from my dorm on the team, so I didn't want to be a dick, but my teammates felt no such restraint. We were up 17-5 and the three Deltas piled on by engaging in trash talk that involved some pretty detailed explanations about what anuses look like after they've been fucked by a big-dicked Delta. It got so bad that the ref warned us that if we didn't cut it out, we'd forfeit the game, and then Jason pointed an accusing finger at the ref. I knew he was about to say something really stupid, so I pulled him back, but not before he called the ref a homo, and got instantly ejected. That just lit a fire in the two remaining Deltas, plus Nikki, and we won the game 25-5. The other team refused to shake our hands after the game, even mine, and then to pour salt on the sound, Jason waited outside the rec center to call them homos and dykes some more.

The other team called Campus Police, who scolded our team and told us to go home. The fraternities and sororities were in one direction, but my dorm was in the complete opposite.

"Where the fuck are you going?" asked Nikki.

"I'm going home," I said, confused.

"Those homos are going to give you shit the whole walk back," Nikki said. "Probably sucker punch you or something. Come hang at Kappa house for a bit. Just until things cool down."

"I'll be fine," my thick-skulled dumb ass replied. "We've got that stats problem set due tomorrow, anyway."

"You can work off of my computer," Nikki offered. "We'll do it together."

Finally, my neutron star level density yielded, and I gleefully accepted. The whole way there, Nikki walked beside me, and I realized that not only was my plan very likely to succeed, but it might even succeed that very night. Britney went into Tau house with Jack, they were fuck buddies or something. Jamie went with Jason, Evan, and Marcus into Delta house, she had promised them blowjobs if they won the game. That just left me and Nikki at Kappa house.

"Want a beer?" Nikki asked. I'm pretty sure she intentionally bent over in front of the fridge, her extremely short volleyball shorts riding up the back of her thighs for my viewing pleasure.

"Nah," I said, absentmindedly, as I logged into my student account to view the problem set.

"Shots?" Nikki asked as a followup, reaching up to the top shelf to bring down some rum. Again, I'm pretty sure her stretching was intentional, her tight shirt riding up until I could see the bottom of her sports bra.

"Jesus Christ," I declared. "Do you always do your problem sets drunk?"

"Oh my fucking God," Nikki laughed. "You actually do the problem sets?"

I stared at her blankly. "What else would I do?"

"Oh, my God," Nikki cackled. "You are such a fucking nerd."

She walked over to the bookshelf, and began going through the binders and binders of notes, pulling out several that were labeled "Math 103." One was from three years ago, one was from two, one was from last year, and the last one ... was for this semester. But it had more than just notes: it had problem sets, answer keys, tests, grading schemes, and I got the shock of my life when I flipped open this year's binder, and there was our problem set - alongside an answer key, which hadn't been published yet. Flipping even further, I got to see the upcoming midterm, again, complete with answer key.

"Holy fuck," I blurted. "How did you get this?"

Nikki sat in the chair next to me, opening her beer bottle on the side of the table, and putting her feet up on my legs and using me as a footrest. "Lia fucks Professor Denver," she said, casually, as if that explained everything. "Just make a mistake or two, so it's not obvious. Better to get a guaranteed B than a risky A."

"And then, she gives the answer keys to the whole sorority?"

"Yep," Nikki said, taking a large swig of her beer. She threw a leg over my head, putting it on the back of my chair, and treating me to an up close and personal view of her legs splayed wide.

"So, who do you fuck for grades?"

Nikki spat out her beer laughing. "Refreshingly direct," she commented. "But a lady doesn't kiss and tell."

"Fuck that 'lady' shit," I joked right back. "You're flaunting your cameltoe like a whore, you don't get to call yourself a lady."

"One can be both a lady and a whore," Nikki laughed.

For an instant, I almost understood my dad. Nikki was unabashedly slutty, she was shameless in her requests, and she was unafraid to take what she wanted. I imagined my dad faced with this onslaught of sexuality from a woman 30 years his junior, and saw how he could succumb to it. I mean, shit, I was almost tempted to call off my revenge scheme and see how long this thing with Nikki would last. Probably not long, but it might be worth the ride?

No, I decided. Stick to the plan.

Within the hour, Nikki and I had turned in our problem sets, one mistake each, and we were frantically kissing on her bed. Her hands grabbed hungrily at my rock hard cock, and I got to feel her tight ass in both hands as our tongues swirled around each other's. If not for my incessant plotting, the room would have faded away, leaving only the sound of our breaths mingling and feel of our lips on each other's. We broke apart, both of us panting slightly, staring into each other's eyes with a mix of excitement and anticipation.

Slowly, Nikki reached over and opened up the drawer beside her bed. A variety of condoms were inside, mostly regular but quite a few extra large ones. There was also a pair of handcuffs, plenty of lube, and five or six vibrators. Curious, I leaned over and picked one up. It was some kind of remote control vibrator, with a part that got stuffed into her cunt, a vibrating bit to stimulate her clit, and a remote control that she - or someone else - could use to operate it.

"Like it?" Nikki purred, curling her lips into a twisted smile. "I'm seeing this married man, he took me to a baseball game once and made me wear it in public. He teased me all game, until he fucked me in parking lot during the seventh inning stretch."

"Have you ever," I smiled, as I found the perfect capstone to my plan. "Have you ever had sex on top of the dome on the administration building?"

Thirty minutes later, I was picking the lock to access the roof of the administration building.

"You're crazy, you know that?" Nikki said, breathless, as we scaled the side of the massive dome. The campus was lit up at street level, from street lamps to late night workers in the biology building, to the strobe lights on fraternity row. It was a stark contrast to the moonless night sky above, and the dark rooftops.

"Only the crazy know how to get here," I replied with a grin. A small railing was the only way to scale the shallow metal rungs that led to the top of the dome. Fortunately, it hadn't rained in a while, or the dome's slick surface would be even more slick, a true danger. As it was, it was merely dangerous, and the only two things I could hear was Nikki's shallow breathing and the soft buzz of the remote control vibrator stuffed into her pussy. The adrenaline pumped through our veins, the fear only heightened the excitement.

Finally, we reached the summit. Wind whipped around us, carrying with it the distant thumping of a fraternity's nightlife. The flagpole stood tall and unyielding, a silent sentinel at the apex of the dome, and Nikki instinctively curled her fingers around it as she surveyed the campus. I pulled out the handcuffs, a thrill shooting through me as I looked at her. Her eyes were wide with a mix of terror and exhilaration, but she compliantly pushed her wrists together, allowing me to apply the fuzzy handcuffs. Now, she wouldn't accidentally roll off the dome, but one fear was exchanged for another.

"You're sure about this?" she asked, her voice barely audible over the wind.

"More than anything," I said.

"Do it," she whispered, her voice shaking. "Fuck me."

We were literally on top of the world, above the rules and the expectations that had governed our lives. I stepped back and took in the sight of her, bound to the flagpole, vulnerable yet unboken. Nikki's eyes searched mine, a question lingering in her gaze. The vibrator hummed away, and my hands slowly reached for the zipper of my pants. With a slow, deliberate movement that sent a shiver down her spine, I released my cock into the night air.

The moment was seared into our memories, the kind that are formed under duress, that only comes from doing something utterly reckless and wild. Nikki watched, her eyes burning with desire, her breath coming in shallow gasps, as I stepped closer. I began peeling her volleyball shorts off, exposing the silicone base of the object otherwise jammed into her pussy. Our bodies pressed against each other, and I could feel its buzzing, its persistent stimulation of her nether regions.

I held her hips for some steadying support and rotated her around the flagpole to face home, Kappa house, at the end of fraternity row. When I removed the vibrator, she leaned back, her body arching slightly, offering herself up to the elements and to me. I could see the goosebumps rising on her flesh, her body desperately seeking my warmth. I made a big show of opening up the condom wrapper, letting it flutter into the breeze to give her the impression I was putting it on. But, of course, I didn't.

A predatory smile spread across my face as I positioned my naked cock at her entrance. I didn't need to do anything else - the vibrator had warmed her up already. With a single, swift movement, I thrust into her, the sensation of her tight pussy gripping me like a vice nearly sending me over the edge. Nikki's eyes widened, a gasp escaping her lips, when she felt the abrupt intrusion. She twisted her head back, the handcuffs clinking against the pole.

"You sure this is a good idea?" she questioned. It was too late.

My rhythm grew faster, more frenzied, and I didn't give a fuck about her as I fucked her atop the dome. Our bodies moved in the age-old primal dance countless others had done, but few had done in this locale. The wind stole our moans and cries, carrying them out into the night. I pounded into her, each stroke pushing me closer to the edge. I think she was feeling it, too, although I had very little concern for what happened after I dropped a load inside of her. Her arms held onto the flagpole for dear life, giving me leverage to fuck her even harder, and she pushed her ass back as she sought to get closer to orgasm herself.

The handcuffs rattled with each thrust, a metallic reminder of the choices that she had made. As I felt myself nearing climax, I reached around and pinched her nipple, rolling it between my thumb and forefinger. Nikki's eyes snapped open, and she let out a strangled cry, her body tensing around me. She was going to come, and nothing short of me immediately cumming was going to stop that freight train.

"Don't stop, don't stop," Nikki panted.

Which is, of course, why I focused every last bit of mental reserves to cumming as quickly as humanly possible. Massive jets of cum flood her unprotected pussy, shooting deep inside her as I selfishly milked every ounce of pleasure for myself and leaving nothing for her.

"You fucking asshole!" she yelled. She was mad because I couldn't wait five more seconds for her, but if that was the worst thing that happened to her that night, it wouldn't have had been bad. I grabbed the remote control vibrator and jammed it back into her cunt, mashing the buttons on the control until it went to the strongest intensity.

Then, I held the key to the handcuffs in front of her rolling eyes, and hurled it into the quad below.

"Stay the FUCK away from my dad," I growled. And then I threw on my pants and scurried off the dome as Nikki's orgasmic cries started up.

Epilogue

Over the years, the story of the Dome Slut grew and grew. My senior year, when people told it, she was covered in five men's worth of cum when Campus Police found her in the morning. When I went back for my 5th reunion, someone else told the story, and she was covered in fifty men's worth of cum when Campus Police found her three days later. Nobody could really confirm anything, because there were only two people who knew what really happened on that dome.

One dropped out of school, ghosting everyone she ever had contact with, excluding her parents, and including my dad. It was fine, anyway. She would have been expelled, otherwise. The Dean got an anonymous tip that led to the Kappa house being raided the following week in a sordid sex-for-grades scandal. Eleven Kappas were expelled, and the whole chapter was de-affiliated with the national sorority and disbanded.

The other ... well, the other knew how to keep his fucking mouth shut. I never told a soul what I had done. At my graduation (summa cum laude!), Dad was all mopey, and kept looking up at the dome on top of the administration building, and I beamed with pride.

I leave the reason WHY the protagonist is immune to the succubus' wiles at your discression. Some ideas though: >!Too shy to make a move!<, >!Asexual but wanted non-sexual companionship!<, >!Sadist that gets off on teasing and denying!<, >!summoned her to be a living decoration or sexy maid!<, >!happily monogamous with girlfriend, but gets off on cucking the succubus!<.

Protagonist can be any gender, and likewise, feel free to turn the succubus into an incubus if that's more to your taste. Have fun.

!The human's gender is up to you. !<

How we gonna The-eme? How we gonna The-eme? How we gonna Theeeeme? Thuuuursdaaaay's reeent!! It's Thursday again. Are ya hanging in there? This week's theme is Primal and Prey! Do you ever want to unsheathe your claws and go wild with your partner? Or perhaps you prefer the thrill of being hunted by an unstoppable force of arousal? Or maybe the firey clash between two alpha lovers starts a fire in your loins? However you want to spin it, it's all the rage this week, so drop to all fours, toss back your head, and howl!

As always, please feel free to leave suggestions for future Theme Thursdays in this thread, or even in the DWP Discord channel (where we're trying to start a tournament with kinky forfeits on the line). :) The Discord can be reached here: https://discord.gg/bPHVu9tH

Warnings/Spoilers: >!MF, Elf X Monster, Breaking the fourth wall (A LOT)!<

From the adventurous prompt from u/Bunnycrypt

The Deepest Dungeon, as it was traditionally called, had been known as a source of near endless wealth, powerful items, and incredible magic…all guarded by fiercely powerful monsters. It had been known to draw in so-called ‘adventurers’ not only from around the continent, but from the other side of the world or even entirely new planes. Each person came to claim their own piece of the massive, nigh-limitless treasure inside. Some of these brave men and women made it back with wonderful, fantastic items from the supposedly unending depths of shifting and changing caverns, while many were lost deep inside, their bodies left to the numerous creatures within. There was just one thing that all these people all wanted:

A good fuckin’.

Yes, these adventurers often enjoyed fucking hard before going into the dungeon, and even harder if they made it out with most of their body intact. While there was certainly a heavy amount of fucking within many of their ‘parties’, the interest in finding new ‘partners’ was huge at the small nearby town of Limite, leading to the establishment of one of the largest brothels ever seen. Thousands of whores, including women, men, and even a few unusual genders, were available every night for the adventurers to enjoy.

Almost everything sexy and entertaining occurred in the brothel, from simply having a drink at the bar that showed all the waitresses’ skin, to having four-ways with three identical dwarves (or at least they claimed to be identical, under those beards) to joining the multi-species orgy that occurred regularly. Under the control of Madam Yari, virtually anything was possible. She was the head of the brothel, and had her long, delicate elven fingers in just about everything else in town. Not many towns offered discount potions for repeat brothel guests or provided armor to those adventurers willing to put in some ‘special services’ within the brothel walls, but if that’s what you needed, Limite was the place to go!

Until it wasn’t.

It seemed to come out of nowhere, but Limite had gone from a major, bustling little town that EVERY adventurer seem to visit at least once in their lives to…a small town on the edge of an unorganized kingdom that only the rarest people would visit. The little information about what changed that Yari got from listening in on the few remaining adventurers chat in the pub was some crazy talk about ‘new expansion’ or other madness, but her visitors were far less common than before.

She was tempted to retire at one point; she had saved a sizeable amount of money from her ‘fair share’ trimmings off the top of her whore’s expenses (as well as her own; an attractive ‘middle-aged’ elf at a mere 1,258 years, her still lovely face caught more than a few eyes…and lots of gold coins). But there was something so fun about fucking so many young, fit adventurers, and encouraging their quest after they finished fucking, that she couldn’t resist staying, even as her brothel suffered. If only the guests would start coming back…

As if by magic (a fair probability, when you are so near to a powerful doorway to a shifting and constantly new reality), she started to see numerous new guests. They were…different, though. While most of her previous guests had been the ‘regular’ humanoids, the common humans, her fellow elves, dwarves, or similar, these new guests were…well, let’s be blunt, they were monsters.

From goblins to succubi, these creatures were highly unique and definitely weren’t the normal beings that visited before. Only one thing was the same about all of them: each carried an odd piece of paper with ‘human fucker permit’ and some indecipherable text written in this highly unusual ‘code’ on the beaten yellow slip.

They were unusual, of course, but generous customers; most came with more gold than the typical adventurers even carried, or brought the occasional magical device that would be traded for a ‘service’ from her employees. After a bit of worry in the first week and loss of numerous employees from the already shrinking brothel, the remaining ones were willing, sometimes eager to be fucked by the occasional dragonling and get magical gloves following the process. (That the gloves provided a fire resistance did make it seem that they should have been put on before the servicing, especially with tendency for a dragonling to exhale fire when they reach orgasm…)

It was going well, but Yari still saw that her brothel was only a fragment of what it had been. There needed to be a change, and she saw one major way to accomplish it. But to do that, she needed to go deep into the Deepest Dungeon and speak with the man, no, the beast, that was commonly cited as the ‘King of the Deep’.

She cast numerous spells to keep her body as safe as possible before she finished a powerful spell to let herself travel directly to the very depths of the Deepest Dungeon. She took one last deep breath and stepped through the doorway her spell formed.

She entered a massive, cavernous room with ornate, horrifying carvings on either side. The throne in front of her was empty, the beast not currently there. She looked around, frightened that upon seeing the portal, this monster had planned to attack from an unseen angle. As she heard a weird flapping sound above her head, she looked up, preparing a spell if he swooped down. She saw the King of the Deep, wings nearly twenty feet wide, the large and demonic monster that gave her a surprised look as he was…re-decorating his throne room?

Yari gave a slight wave, unsure how to handle this situation, “Hello, Exalted King of the Deep.” She curtsied as she spoke, doing her best to look more appreciative than fearful as she relaxed her hands.

“And hello to you, Ms. NPC,” the King of the Deep addressed her, more friendliness in his voice than Yari predicted. As she looked at him curiously, he gave a cough, “I mean, Ms. Surface Dweller. Or should I call you…” he looked at her questioningly.

“You can call me Yari, Madam Yari. And I have come here with a suggestion, King of the Deep.” Yari continued, her voice trembling a little as she spoke to this…magnificent humanoid beast.

“Oh, just call me ‘King’; it’s the closest to a casual name the developers gave me.” The King of the Deep came down to the ground next to her, standing upright next to her. His head was still far above hers, although for a being cited as ‘ready to destroy anyone who DARES enter his chamber’, he seemed…quite nice. And he had a strikingly attractive and muscular form, to boot. “And as to this suggestion…please, do tell!”

“Well, I have noticed some of your…minions have been coming up to visit my brothel, perhaps because they are not entertained down here enough.”

King sighed, “Yeah, ever since the newest expansion, we’re the not the final run for gathering valuable loot anymore. And we’re so far out of the main path on the world map that most player characters don’t even bother coming to check it out,” as she gave another surprised look, he gave a cough, “Um, a war to the south has pulled most adventurers away from this area, and… and my minions thought it would be fun to visit a brothel.”

Yari gave a little smile, “You know what’s better than visiting a brothel? Working in a brothel!” She looked eagerly at his surprisingly attractive face, although her vision quickly drifted down to his exposed, strong, darkly colored chest and even toward his barely concealed cock. For a King, he dresses very lightly…not that I’m complaining…

“Interesting. So, you want some of my more sexually desirable minions to join you on the surface and become prostitutes. There is certainly a desire to fuck more; if I had a gold coin for everyone wanting a ‘human fucker permit’, I’d be able to double the amount in my drop total. About half my dungeon would probably volunteer, especially if they also made an income!” He paused, seeming to contemplate for only half a moment, “Alright, I agree, Ms. Yari! It sounds like a good deal for both of us. There is one thing we need to do first, though…”

“I understand, sir, it is important to seal such a deal” Yari smiled, as she dropped her already light dress to the ground around her feet, exposing her whole, otherwise nude body. Her full chest was perky, while her trimmed pussy was already becoming moist. Even beyond ‘sealing the deal’, it’s hard to resist a being this…powerful; I just hope he doesn’t hurt me…too much.

King’s mouth dropped as his eyes popped open under his large horns, “Um…I was going to say to shift their respawn points to inside your brothel, but clearly you understand just how... cough important it is to properly motivate our brothel and dungeon members by encouraging each other to…interact,” He gave a large smile, his sizable cock already starting to poke out from under his dark and ‘evil-designed’ loincloth, “Come here, Ms. Yari, I can’t wait to ‘seal this deal’.”

She smiled as she took a few steps closer. As the head of a brothel, she knew how to appear to be ‘in the mood’ for any client, even those she found disgusting; but for King, it was both a highly important to ‘finalize’ their agreement, and she couldn’t help but be truthfully excited about the situation…

He grabbed her body without warning and jumped off the ground as she screamed, flapping his gigantic wings and carrying her up to an odd, spacious, and beautiful ‘bedroom’ near the top of the tall, tall ceiling, “Camera is much lower, so I can actually have a decent bed here,” He set her down on the comfortable, huge, soft mattress on ornate bedframe. He gave a little smile to her confused look, “You know what, Ms. Yari, there is a lot we can discuss in the future; for now, let me help you ‘seal the deal’. His smile got broader as he showed his large cock by dropping his loin cloth.

Yari gave a gasp; she had been with many men, including a few that were more beast than truly humanoid, but she hadn’t seen anything this big before. It had to be nearly her height in its length! For the first time in centuries, she was unsure if she could properly take this monster inside her.

He looked at her worried expression, “Oh, too big? Sorry, I’ve been tweaking my character pattern lately; this is the kind of thing that happens when your dungeon gets incredibly slow and you can’t personally leave,” King responded. He made a few odd finger movements; more tapping in the air than the swaying, swiping, or pointing involved in most magic techniques that she knew, and as he ‘flicked’ his right finger in an odd way, his cock became about one quarter the size it was before; still huge, but less likely to break her in half. At her astonished look, King smiled and continued “This is my ‘original’ size, or at least, the best estimate from the vague bumps under my loin cloth image. Should be a bit more reasonable.”

Yari nodded; this was still big, but she’s handled this size before. I better get him under control before he uses any more of this dark magic! She reached up and gave King a huge kiss, her tongue sliding into his mouth, enjoying the sensation of his sizable tongue.

King was surprised; other than the occasional succubus trying to tempt him (usually to get a human fucker permit...), he hadn’t been with any other beings in quite a while, and none that were quite as…sweet as this Yari. He pulled her beautiful nude body closer, her slim body pressed against his. He lifted her onto the bed (made through his own ‘skills’ to improve on the vague rock surface he had before), laying her down gently, before climbing up to mount her.

Yari gave a moan as the still sizable cock entered her. She spent more time running the brothel than ‘providing the service’, especially since business had gotten so slow, so it was a while since a living male had entered her like this. Her spells did have their uses, of course, but they weren’t THAT good. At least, compared to this eager man, this beast of both appearance and desire, sliding inside her, slowly, carefully at first, whether to keep her safe or to tease the hell out of her; he might have been called King for different reasons, but he was already proving to be a good fuck partner!

Sliding in and out, enjoying the sensation around him from her tight body, King smiled. She was eager around his cock, her body reacting excitedly with each thrust. Probably good he went with the ‘original’ size; she was so tight around it, that she would have been broken with the ‘redesign’.

Yari gave a small moan; it hadn't taken him too long, but she could feel the orgasm spread through her body already. Monster or no, he is skilled in bed! If I could only have HIM in the brothel... She eagerly kissed his lovely mouth, pulling his top half closer to her while sliding his cock deeper inside him.

Another, bigger grin came from the King; he didn't have much practice with any NPCs, but not too shabby. He thrust deeper to another moan, licking his licks to her eager reactions. He was probably at a fine 'stimulation' level to trigger his own orgasm, but she had only had about two orgasms so far, if her feedback was correct; probably should wait…

She gave another gasp; this beast had more endurance than she could imagine. She hadn’t had this many orgasms from another being in… dear Goddess, had it been that long? She should-“Oh FUCK! You are so GOOD!” She lost track of her mind; the orgasms were overwhelming any ability for her highly intelligent, deeply focused mind to think!

The King of the Deep smiled; that seemed like a good time to cum himself. He orgasmed deep, DEEP inside her eager cunt. His eyes twitched from the sensation as he gave a huge, satisfied grunt. It probably wasn’t the same for him as for her or most of the beings in this particular world, for reasons he might have to discuss with her at some point, but it still felt wonderful.

Her body still twitching, King helped her get off his cock, practically pulling her off as she tried her best to separate in a smooth manner. She lay down, taking quite a while to regain her composure, or at least get closer to it; it was the first time in centuries she had trouble walking away from a bed she had just fucked someone in. A reminder of why I became a slut, and eventually a Madam, all those centuries ago...

He carried her down to the ground, near her portal. She walked toward it, her legs having trouble holding her up, as she looked back towards him, “So, just have some of your minions come to my brothel soon. I’ll be sure to come back regularly to…’discuss’ matters with you further.” Yari grabbed her dress and slipped it back on, trying to look at least semi-professional as she staggered towards her portal, with the sensations still running over her.

“Of course they will; I’ll get started on that right now,” King said, as his began making those odd finger movements to cast more spells, seeming to look at a weird image that appeared a short way in front of his face.

Yari gave a smile, stepping through her portal; even if gaining more inhabitants of the Deep to inhabit her brothel wasn’t a huge success that she hoped, she’d be back to…consult with the King of the Deep again soon!

[Edit: A few corrections and an edit or two; mostly the same, just tried to make it cleaner to read]

Brianna for reference

she's a pretty little secretary at her favorite lingerie company: Clawdia's Finer Things, a lingerie company that caters to the furry community, she makes sure to collect all of her favorite pieces that the company dreams up, making her feel her sexiest under her pencil skirt and button up top

Mr piggins for reference

Mr. John Porkchop Piggins, or as he calls himself: the Too-Big Pig, has been a major player in the management of Clawdia's, and has had more than his fair share of taking advantage of the models and girls that work for him

Well today he's gonna call Brianna Whisker into his office for a "special one on one modeling session" that will make sure she's treated just the way he likes her

"Oink oink babydoll, come let me have a taste!"

Original Prompt

Chapter 1

The computers at the resort checkin counter could not have picked a worse time to go down. It was mid-afternoon, and a lull in the easterly breeze meant that the temperatures in the open-air resort lobby skyrocketed to unbearable levels. People kept arriving, though, and the crowd in the lobby swelled as buses and vans just kept unloading passengers, unaware of what was going on inside. Sherri was glad that she decided to change into a bikini and miniskirt at the airport, she couldn't imagine having to stand in line in the blouse and jeans she had worn on the plane.

She looked over at her husband, waiting in the line to drop off luggage. It wasn't moving any faster than her line, which was fine, because she needed to check in first before they could tell the porters where to bring their bags. The two of them waiting in separate lines just saved them from having to wait in line twice. Waiting in line twice would have pushed Sherri over the edge - she was already annoyed at having to wait in line once, after Mark had refused to pay extra for the curbside checkin.

As the lines snaked into parts of the lobby that weren't designed to have lines, the workers attempted to squeeze the lanes closer to the front. Sherri was jostled several times as people packed in tighter and tighter.

Then, she felt it.

It could have been a mistake on his part, but the man behind her definitely rammed his bulge into the back of her ass. Sherri whirled around and glared at him, but he was busy shuffling his suitcases over. Not really wanting to make a tense situation any more tense, Sherri let it go, chalking it up as a mistake, and taking her mind off of the incident by carefully counting the number of people ahead of her in line: 27, down from 35, about 15 minutes ago. At this rate, she'd have another 45 minutes.

Another bus arrived, and the workers pleaded with everyone to please clear an aisle so that the porters could get through. Already uncomfortably close, everyone shuffled another few inches closer to their neighbors - and Sherri felt it again. She whirled her head around, but the man behind her was moving suitcases again. Sherri wouldn't accept anything less than an apology, this time, and she gestured towards the man behind her, saying, "Excuse you!"

The man shrugged, and said something in Spanish. It sounded vaguely apologetic, so Sherri turned around again and counted the people: 26. She kind of wished that Mark were with her in line, he'd definitely be a little bolder about saying something to the man. For fuck's sake, if Mark were there, he'd probably be the one jamming his boner against Sherri's ass. He did it all the time when they were at home. Sherri would be cooking, or brushing her teeth, and Mark would slide behind her, put his hands on her stomach or hips, and rub his thick, meaty cock up and down her ass crack.

Sherri glanced over at Mark, sweating beads as he waited with their two large suitcases. She slid a hand around her stomach, pressing on her hips, imagining it was her husband's hand touching her body, her husband's cock nestled between her butt cheeks. They lived together before the wedding, but they had agreed not to have sex for two weeks leading up to the wedding, so they could really go to town on each other on their wedding night. But the wedding had been so busy, so chaotic, that they promised they'd do it the next morning ... and then they overslept, and had to rush off to the airport before getting a chance to formally consummate their marriage.

Now, in this crowded lobby, with nothing else to entertain her thoughts, Sherri imagined getting up to their room, getting bent over the bed, and having Mark's hard cock slide into her from behind. Subconsciously, she even bent forward a little, opening up her sopping pussy to the cock behind her. Her fingers brushed against her nipples, sending a jolt of electricity through her body. She wanted to reach under the front of her skirt, stuff her hands down the front of her bikini bottom, to feel her turgid clit between her fingers, and to build up to an explosion of pleasure.

The cock behind her, straining in some khaki shorts, was no substitute for the real thing. But it was there. Sherri shifted back and forth on her feet, feeling the bikini bottom slide back and forth against her pussy lips. She gasped, feeling a surge of pleasure. As a matter of fact, with a little bit of experimentation, she found that by gyrating her hips a little, she could create a little bit of friction against her clit, completely hands free. She inhaled sharply as she began the first slow circle. It must have been some awkward fold in her bikini bottom, balanced just right so that when she rocked to the right, it slid to one side of her clit, and when she rocked to the left, it slid to the other.

Sherri was enjoying herself immensely. So much that she didn't notice the extra friction - the friction of a cock nestled in the diamond formed by her thighs and her two pussy lips. More than that, it was a naked cock. The asshole had pulled his dick out and hidden it under Sherri's skirt, now brushing against her wet panties, adding little balls of precum to the mixture.

She should have screamed, but she didn't. She was too far along now, and if she adjusted anything, she might never get the fold of the fabric just right to do this again. She just rocked back and forth, feeling her thighs and her panties lightly massage the stranger's warm cock tip. Sherri began rocking faster and faster, picking up speed, and finding out that the hopping of the fabric from one side of her clit to the other felt exactly like Mark flicking it back and forth with his finger.

All the crowd, all the noise seemed to melt away as Sherri rocked urgently, feeling the buildup of a massive orgasm, right there, standing in the middle of a crowd. All she needed was one more type of stimulation, which she got when the man's cock erupted. It went from a state of being enjoyably hard to rock hard to spasming in the span of 3 seconds, and jets of sticky cum began exploding out. Buried under Sherri's skirt, it just coated the inside, plastering her bikini bottom, thighs, and the inside of her skirt with a massive, smelly mess. But as the cock spasmed, it pressed against Sherri's clit, and pushed her over the edge. She was in no position to object to the defiling of her clothes because her legs were quivering in ecstacy.

As soon as she finished cumming, the guilt set in, and she ran off to the bathroom to clean herself up. When she got back, the man who had came all over her was gone, but the people behind her remembered her suitcase and let her in.

Chapter 2

Sherri really wanted to fuck Mark. When they got to their room, she changed out of the cum-stained skirt that she had no good explanation for. She gave it a cursory wipedown in the bathroom, and then slipped on her bridal lingerie, which she had worn the night before and never gotten to "use". Mark was lying on the bed, excited to see his new bride.

A little too excited, as it turns out. Sherry knelt on the bed, taking her husband's cock into her mouth, bobbing her head up and down. But two weeks of abstinence had taken its toll on him, and within seconds, Mark was gasping and twitching, his hands holding Sherri's head in place as he unloaded into her mouth.

"GOD FUCKING DAMN IT!" Sherri yelled. One, she hated the taste of cum, and two, she doubly hated it when he came in her mouth without warning. But most of all, three, they had been married for almost 36 hours now and they still hadn't consummated their marriage. She ran to the bathroom to gargle out the taste of semen, while Mark apologized profusely, over and over again. He'd probably be ready to go again in a few hours, but Sherri's afternoon fuckfest was a pipe dream at this point.

They agreed that they'd spend some time at the beach, get some dinner, and then come back to the room to fuck. For real. Sherri was still mad, so when Mark offered to go down to the beach first to reserve some chairs, Sherri cheerily accepted the offer. For one thing, it allowed her to get a better look at her skirt and bikini bottom a thorough cleaning, to make sure that none of the jizz stains were visible. Also, she just ... couldn't. Mark was a great guy, but if there was one thing that Sherri couldn't stand, it was that he never went out of his way to make her cum. Sometimes she'd cum from penetration, and that was great. Other times, she'd ask him to go down on her, which he would do but like it was some kind of fucking favor.

Sherri paced nervously as the slow-moving elevator crawled to the top floor where her room was located. When it finally arrived, she pushed the button for the first floor and waited patiently as the elevator descended slowly. It stopped on the fifth floor, allowing a man to board. He was a local, Sherri figured. Dark-skinned and shirtless, he smiled at Sherri before respectfully standing in the far corner of the elevator. However, while the elevator was in motion, he faced backwards, smiling and winking at the embarassed Sherri.

Just before the elevator reached the first floor, the man reached behind him and pushed a big, red button. The elevator came to a jolting stop, between the first and second floors. Sherri gasped at the abrupt motion, and then gasped even harder when she saw that the man had begun to rub himself. He was just wearing a pair of shorts that came down to mid-thigh, but as he stroked himself, the shape of his erect cock extended down the pant leg - and eventually, his naked cock tip poked out.

Sherri's eyes bulged out, and she was so enthralled by the massive cock that she wasn't even concerned that she was trapped in an elevator with this pervert. He stroked his cock deliberately, running his hands from the base to the tip, squeezing it, and letting it grow with each stroke. The entire cock tip emerged from the bottom of his shorts, and Sherri couldn't stop gawking. Sherri lifted up the front of her skirt, exposing the dark stain on the inside.

The man began walking towards Sherri, and Sherri took a step back, feeling her back up against the wall of the elevator. The man's thumbs hooked on the waistband to his shorts, and slowly, they came down to his knees, and his massive, girthy cock sprang to attention. His hand wrapped around it and he began stroking it, waddling forward until he was within inches of Sherri.

Sherri slid a hand down the front of her bikini bottom. The dark spot on the denim was rather pungent, and both she and the man knew instantly what it was. Before she could help herself, Sherri's fingers were on her clit, masturbating furiously. The lingering taste of Mark's cum in her mouth was the starting point for her masturbatory fantasy, imagining his pulsing cock in her mouth - but also, his lips on her clit as they pleasured each other. They hadn't done that in forever. The idea of 69ing each other gave way to an actual consummation of the marriage - Mark on top of her, his powerful thighs spreading her legs wide as he entered her. That fantasy lasted for about 15 seconds before the reality of Mark busting into her mouth snapped her back to reality.

Then, she remembered the cock. Not Mark's cock. The cock in the khaki shorts, the anonymous one, the one that had snaked out of its cage to rub her in public, the one that defiled her clothing in the middle of a lobby. Sherri felt a massive orgasm building up, aided by her hand blurring across her clit, and then, suddenly, she felt the guilt hit her. She had cum all over some other man's cock. She had betrayed her husband, less than two days after they were married. She couldn't stop herself, though, and as she bucked her hips on her hand, she felt the surge of orgasm ripple through her.

Sherri's knees buckled and she slumped to the ground. It was only then that she became aware of the massive, rock-hard cock dangling in her face. A thin stream of precum oozed out of the tip as the man's hand kneaded the shaft furiously, milking the tip of his cock. Sherri didn't want it blasting all over her face, so she pulled her bikini straps off of her shoulders, pulling apart the two halves to release her tits. She was just in time - a torrent of cum came raining out of the cock, splattering her chest, tits, and stomach. There was even a little bit that got on her face. When the spurts finished, the man put a hand on her tit, smearing his cum all over her body like it was sunscreen, until it had all soaked into her skin.

Then, he pulled his pants up, and hit the red button to resume the elevator, as if nothing had happened.

Chapter 3

Sherri arrived at the two loungers that Mark had saved, and she was immediately upset. Technically, they were "next to each other" but there was a table in between them. The seats were in pairs, but Mark had snagged himself a single chair that was very not coincidentally paired with some skank who was there with two friends so they took one and a half pairs of seats. Meanwhile, the other seat he reserved for Sherri was paired with some hairy, fat dude, there by himself and who nobody wanted to sit next to.

"Well, can you ask her to switch with me, so we can be together?" asked Sherri.

"She's with her friends, on the other side," protested Mark, without offering any alternative.

"Why don't you ask to switch with this man?" asked Sherri, gesturing towards the man next to her.

"Gross. He's sweating like a pig all over the cushion. Come on, Sherri. Don't be a princess. When this chick leaves, you can take her place."

Sherri looked around but saw no pairs of seats that were open. In a huff, Sherri flopped down onto the lounger, or at least the 3/4 of a lounger that she could relax on without fear of the man's fat, hairy arm accidentally brushing her. She had been touched enough by strangers for the day. For the week, for that matter. She rolled onto her side, facing away from the man so she wouldn't have to see his ugly face, and also, so she could watch her husband shamelessly flirt with the woman next to him.

Mark wasn't even pretending to pay attention to Sherri. Sherri brought out the mystery novel that she had been reading, and tried to distract herself from the complete disrespect. She felt the man behind her shift, groaning as his massive weight shifted and caused the lounger beneath him to creak with the strain. Sherri was too afraid to look, but from the heavy breathing that seemed to be louder, she thought that he might have rolled his body to face her. Determined not to come face to face with the man, Sherri tried to ignore him.

Ignoring the man became increasingly difficult when he started moving again. This time, though, it wasn't his whole body - just his arm. He was doing something with his pants, and Sherri almost turned around to accost the man. Unfortunately, it was too late. The man had pulled the front of his shorts down, just enough to expose a tiny, but rigid, cock. And he began to beat it, stroking with two fingers and a thumb. It was hidden from view by his massive gut and his shorts, but anyone watching the rhythmic jerking of his arm could tell what was happening.

Ironically, the person who first noticed was the slut that Mark was talking to. She looked over at Sherri with concern, pointing with alarm as she saw some fat pervert jerking off in public, about to plaster an unsuspecting Sherri. Mark, though, didn't even look. He was imagining his cock sliding between this woman's lips, and although she was making words with her mouth, he had absolutely zero ability to comprehend anything at the moment.

Sherri's eyes opened wide with shock and horror - not at the fact that she was about to be jizzed on, but the fact that her husband was completely oblivious to it, even as he was being warned. She saw red, not at the warm splashes against her ass and thighs, but at Mark's total inability to even take a cursory glance at his wife.

Emboldened by the lack of protestation, the fat man reached around Sherri's waist and pulled her back towards him, and then began rubbing his still-hard dick against Sherri's slippery skin. The woman on the other side of Mark turned away in disgust, and instead of giving up, Mark continued pestering her, trying to regain his attention. Meanwhile, the fat man pressed his fat body against Sherri, the sticky mess between them lubricating their interface as he dry-humped her from behind and deposited a second, sticky load between Sherri's thighs before rolling back onto his seat.

"What's her problem?" asked Mark, rhetorically, as he looked over at Sherri, suddenly noticing the big blobs of cum all over her legs and ass.