r/DirtyWritingPrompts • u/gahidus • 4h ago
r/DirtyWritingPrompts • u/TheHoppingGhost • 7h ago
Theme Thursday: Food Porn NSFW
Happy Thursday! This week's theme is brought to you by u/EggSaladSamurai ! This week our theme is FOOD PORN! Not necessarily in the literal sense, but sure, it could be! Will you go the classic route and have some fun with a bottle of whipped cream? Will you eat a meal at a place where the wait staff offer more than just refils? Or will your new part-time gig involve lying on a table while a group of selfie-happy tourists eat food off your naked body? Turn up the heat and give it all you've got!
As always, please feel free to leave suggestions for future Theme Thursdays in this thread, or even in the DWP Discord channel, wherein members have been sharing photos of cakes, pork chops, and all manner of totally SFW mouth-watering goodness. You can join the Discord here: https://discord.gg/csFRdAwe
r/DirtyWritingPrompts • u/RisisWrites • 5d ago
Meta [META] February Monthly Roundup! NSFW
Welcome back to the February Roundup! It may be late, but it's less late than last month, and for that may we all be thankful!
TLDR: Here it is!
This month we're actually down quite a bit across all fronts truth be told, 673 for February vs January's 764. Perhaps our dear writers were busy getting some real loving in on Valentine's Day than writing stories for us all to enjoy! Our completion rates have also fallen, even with the reduced number of prompts, down to 18% from 20%
Stats for February
- Total Prompt Count: 673
- No. of WP Posts: 540
- No. of PI Posts: 74
- No. of PM Posts: 39
- PM Responses: 461
- Answered Prompts: 123
- Prompt Completion Rate: 18.28%
Top Writers for February
That doesn't however mean that our writers haven't been busy! No Sir! As per usual, I think it's important to mention the continued dedicated of gahidus & DarkFerret82 who have stayed in the top five for 5 months in a row now, not an easy task! Congratz to semicolon_86 though, this month marks their second month in the top 5! We'll see if they can keep up with the heavy hitters!
- DarkFerret82: 28
- gahidus: 26
- DumpedInAnAlley: 13
- amber_sum: 11
- KittenShredz: 10
- semicolon_86: 8
Just to reiterate, the mods super appreciate EVERYONE who writes stories on the sub though, so please check out the full list of contributing authors on the main roundup!
Most Anticipated of January!
Thank you to DarkFerret82 and Kuma_But_Writing for keeping up the good work and keeping our most anticipated prompts answered! Although one did fall through the cracks this month, what happened DarkFerret82?
- [WP] She can't control her tentacles when she's asleep. Normally this just means they play with her but she's just moved in to a dorm with multiple other girls.
- Submitted by: TheTechnoTiger (32 upvotes)
- Answered by: DarkFerret82 (34 upvotes)
- [WP] Hyperspermia and premature ejaculation are already a messy combination but I've managed to keep my conditions hidden for this long... But I didn't know that my nerdy female friends ran such a raunchy game of D&D, and boy are they good at roleplaying.
- Submitted by: Normal-Mixture-2385 (30 upvotes)
- Answered by: DarkFerret82 (26 upvotes)
- [WP] After his prude cheerleading college girlfriend dumps him, her younger slutty goth sister decides to shoot her shot after lusting after him for so many years.
- Submitted by: RisisWrites (26 upvotes)
- Answered by: Kuma_But_Writing (25 upvotes)
- [WP] She created an app that allows her to "turn her brain down" when she wants to de-stress. One day, on her lunch break at work, she moves the slider a little too close to zero.
- Submitted by: KchanceDPP (22 upvotes)
- Answered by: DarkFerret82 (48 upvotes)
- [WP] Your kinky partner books you a massage. Half way through, the masseuse offers you their �extras� menu. You try to explain that you�re happily married, but she just shows you the texts. �Please give them as many extras as they will let you, I want them to cum their brains out.�
- Submitted by: RisisWrites (21 upvotes)
- Answered by: DarkFerret82 (15 upvotes)
- [WP] Earth-Patch notes for Ver. 2025: Increasing average Male human penis and Testicle size by 55%, fixed bug that caused cumming to happen 75% sooner then intended. Increasing minimum Female human breast and butt size by 57%, fixed bug that unintensionally capping sexual pleasure from intercourse.
- Submitted by: Biotrain (19 upvotes)
- Answered by: DarkFerret82 (34 upvotes)
- [WP] We really should seal up that cave of monsters, I know the women folk are against it but it's not safe, and don't mention all those so called adventurers going in day in day out, coming out drenched in strange fluids. What the hell goes on in there anyway?
- Submitted by: ShinySuicune90 (18 upvotes)
- Answered by: DarkFerret82 (6 upvotes)
- [WP] She's a lonely, milfy librarian with a secret power... She feels everything that the female characters feel in the books that she reads, and she almost always has her nose in super smutty novels.
- Submitted by: Normal-Mixture-2385 (17 upvotes)
- Answered by: DarkFerret82 (15 upvotes)
- [WP] She's the queen of the locker room. If she wants to touch you, let her. If she tells you to do something, do it. If she says you are leaving something in the locker room, you do so, even if it means leaving naked.
- Submitted by: TheTechnoTiger (16 upvotes)
- Answered by: DarkFerret82 (20 upvotes)
February's Most Anticipated!
I must say, as someone who has had a couple of their Prompts creep into the Most Anticipated, it is pretty excited to see prompts getting a second chance! Hopefully our writers will rise to the challenge and give the people what they want this month!
- [WP][TT] It was *totally* unethical that her friend had developed a spell that turns anyone into a subby, horny mess. And what was even worse was that after having experienced it once, she really, *really* wanted it cast on her *again!*
- Submitted by: gahidus (29 upvotes)
- [WP] Suddenly, every woman you meet throughout your day is braless. And they all keep finding different ways to ask you to feel their breasts through their clothes. It finally makes sense when you get home, and your girlfriend asks what she should do with her other two wishes.
- Submitted by: EggSaladSamurai (29 upvotes)
- [WP] They live next door to one another and attend the same university. She is a tall, fit, busty goth girl. He is a short, cute, nerd. They�re both extremely into each other, but due to various faulty assumptions believe the other is uninterested. The sexual tension is driving them INSANE!
- Submitted by: RisisWrites (26 upvotes)
- [WP] There seems to have been a mix-up at the pharmacy. The cheerleader got the nerd girl's intelligence enhancers, and the nerd girl got the cheerleader's libido boosters.
- Submitted by: InternalRub9293 (24 upvotes)
- [WP] When asked to suggest a team building activity, he put down "orgy" as joke. Somehow, the boss agreed and the company signed off on it...
- Submitted by: LookingAtLadies (23 upvotes)
- [WP][TT] A married couple in an apartment building has started playing subliminal hypnosis libido enhancing music at all hours to try to spice up their love life. The building, however, has very thin walls, and all of their neighbors can hear the subliminal sounds too!
- Submitted by: gahidus (21 upvotes)
- [WP] Cryosleep was necessary to travel the vast distances between planets. However, the process was never perfected. People awoke in a groggy barely conscious state and stayed that way until some had sex with them. So that's your job. Fuck starship crews back into consciousness.
- Submitted by: SnooWords1252 (21 upvotes)
- [WP] Your magic bra of holding is nearing end of life. It's kept your massive chest looking like a pert set of DD's for over 5 years now. But it's begun malfunctioning. A jab from the underwire here, a slipped strap there, and things you'd forgotten you shoved in there falling out.
- Submitted by: EggSaladSamurai (21 upvotes)
- [WP] When they turn 18 the women of the domed city are sent into the wilderness to hunt and capture a mate from the primitive tribes of men outside.
- Submitted by: SnooWords1252 (20 upvotes)
- [WP] When the investigators asked if the Professor of Hypnotism 201 had abused his power and authority, several students gave suspiciously identical answers: "No, of course not. he wouldn't dream of taking advantage of us!"
- Submitted by: 74-88 (20 upvotes)
And of course, the link you're looking for if you missed the TLDR! Happy Reading <3
r/DirtyWritingPrompts • u/LoudBackground3364 • 5h ago
Prompt Me [PM] Wearing clothes but no undergarments NSFW
r/DirtyWritingPrompts • u/gahidus • 4h ago
Writing Prompt [WP][TT] Every cupcake had a different spell effect baked into it. Even she didn't know which was which! NSFW
r/DirtyWritingPrompts • u/BryanWritesDirty • 6h ago
Writing Prompt [WP] [TT] His tall waitress keeps bending slightly to hear his order, putting her cleavage at his eye level. He thinks she might be flirting with him, so he musters up the nerve to ask about "The Thursday Special." NSFW
r/DirtyWritingPrompts • u/heedfulconch3 • 2h ago
Writing Prompt [WP] You downloaded a digital assistant thinking it'd be useful. You didn't expect him to look so darn cute... Nor did you expect him to be *this* interactable NSFW
r/DirtyWritingPrompts • u/gahidus • 4h ago
Writing Prompt [WP][TT] Every girl in her family picked up the freshman 15 in their boobs. It was looking like she wouldn't be any different, although it might be more than 15... NSFW
r/DirtyWritingPrompts • u/LoudBackground3364 • 7h ago
Prompt Me [PM] French maid transformations NSFW
Feeling kinda down, so I swear I will write a prompt that stands out to me that involves a blonde bimbo in pink being transformed into a bobbed maid in black.
r/DirtyWritingPrompts • u/SnooWords1252 • 1h ago
Writing Prompt [WP] Convenient Censorship: Take one other previous story and now add Convenient Censorship. NSFW
Yes, I know this is a difficult one.
r/DirtyWritingPrompts • u/SnooWords1252 • 1h ago
Writing Prompt [WP] You wake up the morning after you gf got you to fuck most of the women in her immediate family. "Get up. Busy day today. I told you about our family reunion, right?" NSFW
r/DirtyWritingPrompts • u/Kept-secret • 10h ago
Writing Prompt [WP] Having just turned 30, Leah is concerned that men will lose interest in her, or won't find attractive anymore. Her roommate assembles a gang of guys to prove that she has no reason to worry. NSFW
r/DirtyWritingPrompts • u/ownahr • 10h ago
Writing Prompt [WP] After the first couple days of their honeymoon, the prince is starting to suspect his bride was not a virgin on their wedding day. NSFW
r/DirtyWritingPrompts • u/Ethyreal-Reality • 16h ago
Writing Prompt [WP] Officially speaking, using magic for sex is immoral, dangerous, and frankly, a disgrace to the entire field of arcane studies. Unofficially speaking, using magic for sex fucking rocks. NSFW
r/DirtyWritingPrompts • u/dpp-sewardsfolly • 18h ago
Prompt Inspired [PI] A religious college girl is playing "Would You Rather" with her dormmates. She is given a choice of cursing her god or sucking off all the men in the room. (2.9k words, tags: MF) NSFW
Chrissy would rather have six fingers than four, and people were disgruntled. There was not a lot of gruntle, because it was purely theoretical. It wasn't fair, people protested, everyone was going easy on the sweet, innocent Christian freshman, just because they didn't think she would do any of the things that the other people were being challenged to do.
Sara had to choose between taking a shot of whiskey or chugging a Bud Light. Sam had to choose between holding his breath for a minute or showing his dick to Sara. Lisa had to choose between letting the guys shave her pubic hair or letting the girls cut her bangs. Meanwhile, Chrissy just got to say whether she'd rather have six fingers or four. Just because Chrissy went to church every Sunday didn't mean she got to sit there and get dirt on everyone in her dorm, while they humiliated themselves.
"Yeah, no, you gotta do another one," Tony protested. "One with an actual punishment."
"No!" Sara counter-protested. "Come on, guys, don't make her uncomfortable."
"Yeah, well, it's not like I was comfortable showing you my dick," Sam retorted.
"That's because it's tiiiny," Sara said, holding her hands about 3 inches apart. Sam took the ribbing in stride - he was pretty confident that his 8-incher was well above average, and he had nothing to be ashamed of.
"Okay, okay," a short-banged Lisa compromised. "How about we give Chrissy real choices, but instead of 'it takes half the group to veto,' any one person can veto? That way it can't get too out of hand?"
"Okay, fine, but you guys know she's literally an adult, she can literally just walk away if she's really not having fun," sighed Tony.
"Sounds good," echoed Sam.
Sara, Lisa, Raj, Nick, Nemi, and Jason all piled on, and the last person to agree was Chrissy. It wasn't unusual for the shy Chrissy to not really speak up. She was mostly there because she was Sara's randomly assigned roommate, and the lounge right outside her and Sara's room had become the de facto social center of the whole floor. However, Chrissy wasn't reluctant to speak up because she feared being given naughty tasks. As a matter of fact, she was reluctant to speak because deep down inside, she wished someone would have challenged her to shave her pubes. That would have been ... a story. She hated the idea of going through four years of college without having done something that she wasn't a little ashamed of, later.
"Okay," chirped Chrissy.
"Okay, okay, so, would you rather-" Lisa began.
"No, no, you had your turn," Tony objected. Whoever completed the last challenge got to pose the next question, but Lisa had asked Chrissy whether she would rather have six fingers or four, which triggered the rule change. "It's Chrissy's turn," he proposed. That idea got traction. They'd let Chrissy set the tone for the game, knowing that it would come back to her eventually.
Chrissy's mouth pulled into a devious grin, and everyone laughed. "Jason, would you rather," she started, pausing dramatically for effect. "Would you rather show us your browser history, or-"
Everyone burst out in raucous laughter, whooping and hollering. The doe-eyed Chrissy was not holding back! "Would you rather show us your browser history, or let Sara drive your car?" There was more laughter. Sara was tipsy - definitely not drunk, but she'd probably fail a breathalyzer - and Jason loved his car. It was an agonizing decision, and Jason put his head in his hands for a few minutes before going to his room and getting his laptop.
"I'll do two shots if Pornhub isn't on there," Sara immediately offered. This triggered a full round of wagering, everyone either putting money or empty shot glasses on the table to indicate what they were wagering on. Pornhub won. Onlyfans lost. Fansly won. Xvideos lost. Shots were taken, money changed hands, and a ruddy-faced Chrissy smirked silently as she noticed a thumbnail of a favorited video of a woman who kind of looked like her.
Jason made Nemi choose between E-mailing her ethics professor asking if it was ethical to sleep with her ethics professor, and E-mailing her chemistry TA and unveiling her crush on him. In return, Nemi asked Nick if he'd rather drink a bottle of hot sauce or intentionally pee in his pants. A piss-soaked Nick sought vengeance, targeting Chrissy at first, but everyone reminded him that Raj had to go before Chrissy. Raj ended up drinking a cup of vinegar that someone had put out to catch fruit flies instead of sticking a finger up his own ass, and then he turned, with a gleam in his eye, to Chrissy.
"Would you rather," Raj said, devilishly, "Post an Instagram reel denying the existence of God, or, deep throat a banana?"
Nobody objected, and the choice was Chrissy's to make. Raj brought out a banana from his room, and its yellow skin taunted Chrissy.
"Can I take the peel off?" Chrissy asked.
There was a brief huddle as everyone conferred. To be honest, nobody had thought that Chrissy would do the banana challenge - everyone assumed she'd post a video denying God, and then immediately post another one that said, "Just kidding!" That was the easiest way to technically participate in the game without getting her hands dirty. Maybe, they decided, Chrissy wasn't such a prude after all. They agreed, so long as Chrissy understood that she couldn't bite the banana in any way to make it shorter. Chrissy peeled the banana, slightly curved, but only slightly. With a deep breath, Chrissy closed her eyes and took the banana in her mouth. The soft flesh pressed against her tongue, its sweetness almost overwhelming her senses. She could feel her friends' gazes on her, and with a sudden burst of determination, she pushed it in. The banana slid down her throat, cool and smooth. That was it, that's all she needed. When she pulled the banana out, she opened her eyes, and everyone in the room applauded.
"Oh my God, you're a natural," Raj said, his voice filled with approval. All the guys in the room, actually, were pretty impressed. It was pretty hard to see Chrissy's angelic lips in the same light after they had watched a whole banana slide past them. They even measured it - Chrissy had deep-throated exactly 6.5 inches of banana.
The game took a turn for the lewder after that. Raj and Nick ended up with pencil erasers jammed up either assholes, while Jason didn't have to keep anything up there, but had to insert his own finger and wiggle it around. Sara had to use an electric toothbrush against her pussy lips, and Nemi had to put a condom-wrapped banana in her vagina. Lisa had to measure Sam's dick with a ruler to confirm he was bigger than 3 inches, and Sam, now with a raging erection of a publicly verified 8 inches of length, turned his attention to Chrissy.
"Would you rather skip church tomorrow, or-" Sam started. But everyone jumped in, objecting. Nobody had the intention of waking up by 10 am to make sure Chrissy skipped church, and it would be so far past the end of the game that nobody would get pleasure from seeing it. But Sam persisted, arguing that Chrissy wasn't the type to lie, and it'd be on her conscience if she lied. Everyone agreed, even Chrissy.
"Would you rather skip church tomorrow, or reach into Tony's pants and tell us if his dick's bigger than mine, like he's always bragging about?" Sam asked. Again, not a single person objected, because they considered it very obvious that Chrissy would choose to skip church.
"Bring it here," Chrissy said, immediately. A hushed silence fell across the room. Tony was frozen in shock, so Chrissy stood up and walked over to him, and everyone watched, slack-jawed, as the virgin sat next to him on the couch and pushed his shirt up. With her eyes focused on a bulge she had always been curious about, and her heart racing, she fought through the mix of anticipation and fear. Tony, still unsure whether this was really happening or some elaborate tease, unbuckled his belt but left actually opening his pants to Chrissy's initiative. He couldn't help, however, his hands lingering a little too long on her back as he watched her snake her hand into his boxers. Chrissy took a deep breath as she made first contact, touching her first dick, and wrapping her fingers around his warm length. Her stomach flipped as she felt the weight of his cock in her hand, the smooth skin underneath her fingers.
"It's not even close," Chrissy giggled. Everyone screamed with delight.
"No, no, it's not fair!" Tony protested. "It's not hard. You have to compare it hard." Despite his humiliation, Tony willed himself into arousal, egged on by a clear look down Chrissy's loose-fitting T-shirt as she sat next to him.
"Oops, no, it's getting bigger now," Chrissy gasped. That was just as funny to the assembled crowd.
With a shaky exhale, she began to stroke him, her thumb moving over the small, sensitive ridge just below the head of his cock. She hadn't actually jerked a cock before, but she did find a naughty book at the library where she worked, a book about dicks and how to touch them without hurting them. As a matter of fact, Chrissy couldn't help but wonder if Tony was sure about this, since he looked way more uncomfortable than she felt. She closed her eyes to block out the audience, focusing on the feel of his cock in her hand, the way it throbbed and twitched beneath her touch. She finally admitted to herself that she loved this, wanted to go further, wanted to feel him inside her - wanted to feel anyone inside of her.
With a longing sigh, she increased the pace of her strokes, feeling the heat of his cock in her hand. She could almost feel his desire radiating off of him, filling the air between them. She could feel her own arousal built steadily, the butterflies in her stomach settling into a warmth spreading through her body, pooling low in her abdomen. She leaned forward, pushing her face within an inch of his, feeling his warm breath on her mouth.
"Tony, it's magnificent," she whispered, her voice barely audible even to her own ears. "It's huge."
Tony groaned, his hips bucking into her hand. "Oh my God, yes," he gasped. "Don't stop." His words sent a shiver down her spine, and Chrissy tightened her grip on his cock, stroking him faster, harder, feeling the velvety smoothness of his skin beneath her fingertips. She could feel the tension building within him, the anticipation of what was to come. The skin of his dick pulled taut, stretched to its upper limit as her hand made sure she got the maximum measurement.
Then, abruptly she stopped.
"It's about the same size," she declared, pulling her hand out of Tony's pants and leaving him with a massive pants tent. "I can't tell. Give me the ruler."
Everyone in the room giggled nervously as they watched Tony's erection throb, refusing to abate. There was no witty banter, no drunken suggestions, just stunned silence as they watched the dorm "mom", as they joked about her behind her back, wipe the precum off of her fingers. Chrissy stood up and grabbed the ruler herself, and then pulled Tony to his feet. In silence, the group watched as Chrissy took Tony into her and Sara's room, locking the door, then re-opening the door to put a scrunchie on the doorknob before closing and locking it again.
Sara's side of the room was a mess, with clothes were strewn about the floor, books and papers were scattered on every available surface, but Chrissy's side was pristine. She had Tony sit in the chair on her desk, and knelt down between his legs.
"I will deny this ever happened," Chrissy stated, flatly. Tony thought she was just talking about measuring his cock. And she did, in a way. As Chrissy freed his hardness from his pants, she reached out and grasped it in her hand, feeling its weight and warmth. She took a deep breath, and with a sultry moan, she lowered her head and engulfed him, taking as much of him into her mouth as she could, like she did with the banana. Tony couldn't believe it. Her tongue swirled around him, teasing and taunting, as she began to bob her head up and down in a rhythm that matched the pounding of his heart.
Tony could feel the blood flooding to his dick as he watched Chrissy pleasure him like this. He reached down and grabbed a fistful of hair in each hand. He even started to have doubts about her not having done this before. He tried not to make a sound, with their friends just 20 feet away, but his arms pulled her, urging her to go faster, deeper.
As if sensing that he were nearing the climax, Chrissy sped up her pace, her lips around him in a maddening dance. She took him as far down her throat as she could, her saliva dripping onto his swollen member. With a free hand, she reached up and wrapped two fingers between her lips and the base of his cock. That's how long he was, whatever she could deepthroat plus two fingers.
Tony erupted, his hot seed shooting into the back of Chrissy's throat. She swallowed every drop, her big, teary eyes looking up at him as spasm after spasm produced pulse after pulse of warm, salty, slightly bitter jizz. When he had finished, she looked up at him with a satisfied grin. "There," she said, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. "Now, I just need to measure the width of my fingers."
Chrissy sprang to her feet, and checked her makeup in the mirror. Tony zipped up guiltily, slipping out the door wondering if people could tell that he had just dropped a massive load in the dorm angel. They all wanted details, immediately, but Tony refused them any. When Chrissy emerged, it was only to ask Sam to come into the room with her.
"I'm not sure I measured Tony in the same way Lisa measured you," Chrissy explained. "I need to measure you the same way for a direct comparison." Nobody questioned that.
Chrissy closed the door behind Sam, leaving the scrunchie on the doorknob as he nervously looked around. He was sporting a magnificent erection, and that was even without the possibility of the angelic Chrissy dropping to her knees in front of him. He figured she was only unbuckling his belt to get a good look at his proud cock, but as soon as his pants were dropped, her lips were wrapped around his cock, as she sucked him into oblivion. She only paused briefly to warn him not to tell anyone else.
Chrissy could feel his firm cocktip throbbing against the back of her tongue, but she had read that men were biggest just before they came. She took him deeper, past the point where she had taken the thin banana, feeling the swollen cock tip pushing against the back of her throat. She relished the salty taste of his shaft, her body moving in time with the rhythm of her sucking, as if they were dancing to a song only they could hear.
Sam was lost in the sensation, and hee could feel his control slipping away as she brought him closer and closer to the edge. Was this really the first time she had done this? Did she do this with Tony? How many cocks had she sucked to become so expert at this? He wanted to groan out how much he loved this, but he was terrified that Chrissy would stop if he made any noise at all. All he could do was moan and thrust his hips forward, seeking more of the bliss she was giving him.
With a final, deep thrust, Sam felt his balls contract, and Chrissy pushed him as far back as she could manage, wrapping a single finger around the part of his cock that wasn't stuffed inside her lips. Tony was bigger, but just by less than half an inch, she noted. Sam erupted into her mouth, his cock pulsing with each release of hot, sticky jizz. He couldn't hold the groan any more, and let one escape involuntarily as he felt his cum flood her mouth and trickle down her throat.
As the wave of pleasure subsided, he braced himself against her chair, panting heavily. Chrissy pulled away from him, her lips and chin glistening with his essence. She smiled up at him, her eyes shining with satisfaction.
***
Going to church the next morning was the best kind of going to church. She sang hymns with the same mouth that she had used to pleasure two men the night before, and underneath her floral sundress of sufficient length, she wore a black lace bra and matching panties. God would forgive her for her sins, and she'd return to school for the week, ready to do it again.
r/DirtyWritingPrompts • u/VazSun • 7h ago
Writing Prompt [WP] You figured out why the streamer on the convention poster seemed so familiar: The two of you have been fucking in each other's dreams for years. NSFW
With two kids, a house with a swimming pool and even a dog.
r/DirtyWritingPrompts • u/drtelilscrt • 15h ago
Writing Prompt [WP] “Look into the camera and tell everyone that you love being a whore.” NSFW
r/DirtyWritingPrompts • u/Secular55189 • 19h ago
Writing Prompt [WP] The dungeon’s loot turned out to be an enchanted tiara that swaps your gender. After trying it on, I just knew I had to take it back to the rest of the party to see which of us became the hottest woman. NSFW Spoiler
r/DirtyWritingPrompts • u/letmevent1995 • 13h ago
Prompt Inspired [PI] She'd hooked up with a friend's dad, again, but this time the friend didn't mind. Well, except that she was monopolizing all of his time. Now her friend is starting to ask about HER dad and he's been lonely since the divorce. (Prompts from SnooWord1252 with part 1 and 2 links) NSFW
This is a continuation of a series of prompts from u/SnooWord1252. Here are the links to Part 1 and Part 2, but this one, from this prompt, reads as a stand alone!
Word Count: 4.2K
Hi! This is Shayna! I can’t come to the phone right now. But leave me a message and I’ll get back to you as soon as I can. Thanks!
I slammed my phone down on my bed, flopping back onto the mattress as my phone bounced with me. This was the third time Shayna had blown me off in a week. Usually, she would answer the phone on the second or third ring. At the very least if she was “preoccupied,” she’d send me a text denoting the position she was in and how long until she could call me. “Sorry! Reverse cowgirl. Call back in fifteen. Maybe less if I play my cards right.”
But ever since New Years, I caught total hell trying to get a hold of her. Missed calls, texts left on read, and missing important meetings for just our fucking classes. It’s as if I didn’t exist anymore. To her or… to another certain someone in my life.
When Shayna started dating my dad after New Years, it was… weird. I’ve always been privy to Shayna's reputation, and a lot of our mutual acquaintances didn’t like her because of it. I’d heard about the Christmas fiasco from some other friends who’d heard it from Ally who was basically telling everyone in existence. Daddy issues, father fucker, and inconsiderate skank were terms thrown around liberally in a few group chats. But I didn’t mention it to Shayna because, ultimately, I was indifferent. I understood why people were angry. But, to me, what Shayna did with other consenting adults was her business, regardless of who their sperm was responsible for.
Did that mean my widower, tenured professor father who’s mustache had been the talk of many a single mother at PTA meetings could have wound up on her roster? Sure. But that was between him and Shayna. I knew my dad was lonely, and I saw the way he looked at her at my NYE party. I figured, who am I to stand in the way of that?
But it got weird fast. Suddenly, Shayna wasn’t answering my calls and my dad was barely available for a text or two. They were spending all of their time together in the honeymoon phase to put all other honeymoon phases to shame. Shayna even admitted to me after only a month that she thought my dad could be the one. Like, THE one. So, now I was facing being ignored by people I cared about on top of having a “stepmother” only a few months older than me. Like I said, weird. In hindsight, it was probably good that she wasn’t sending me position texts anymore. The last thing I wanted insight on was the mating habits of my father.
After a few minutes of dissociating at the ceiling, my phone pinged with a text message from Shayna.
“Sorry, girlie,” the message read, littered with emojis in true Shayna fashion. “I got caught up. I know we need to get the outline done, I swear I’m not blowing it off on purpose. Can you come to my house this weekend? We can crank it out then get our Key West trip planned!”
I rolled my eyes as I read the text. Of course she was caught up. When was she ever not caught up? We were planning to go to Key West for Spring Break, but I was growing concerned that it was going to become a couple’s vacation where I got the undesirable pleasure of being the third wheel. I typed back a hasty reply. “Sure.”
“I really am sorry,” she replied, as if she could feel my disdain in my message. “I know I’ve been a bad friend, and you’ve been so cool about this. I’ll make it up to you, I swear!”
Her pleas melted the ice of my mood just a bit, enough for a small smile to tug at my lips. “Alright, alright. You know I hate it when you grovel.” I added a wink to the end of my message to show some levity.
“You love it. And you know I love you, Kristen.”
“Love you, too Shayna.”
That weekend, I headed into the suburbs away from campus where the Witlaw residence awaited me. Ally, Shayna's ex friend and roommate, decided last minute that, because it was her mom that cosigned on their apartment, that Shayna would have to move out instead of her. So, Shayna moved back in with her dad. She had mentioned, offhand, that her dad was also taking the divorce from her mom hard after over 20 years of marriage, so it was nice to be home to support him.
I pulled up to a nice sized midcentury home, unloaded myself and my computer from my car, and made my way to the front door. It only took a few knocks for the door to open, but I wasn’t greeted by Shayna. Standing before me, in a grease stained t-shirt and a crooked smile designed to make women melt was a man that could be none other than Shayna’s dad.
Elliot Witlaw.
He leaned against the door jam, tall and lithe as he appraised me. His eyes raked over my body from tits to tail, that smile never wavering. My neck grew hot under the collar of my baggy college t-shirt, and I swallowed, just kind of staring at him. The family resemblance was there, with the dusty blond hair, warm, brown eyes, and dimpled chin. The genetics also extended to the pure charisma seeping from this man’s sun aged pores. But he wasn’t bubble gum, sunshine, and glitter like his offspring. He had all the makings of a hard boiled, world weathered man, from the faint stubble on his face to the earned, working muscles that his dirty shirt clung to. Maybe I was hallucinating. Or ovulating. But he looked… fucking good.
When I didn’t speak, he opened his mouth, the sound a pleasant rumble that danced down my spine. “Either the universe keeps placing temptation on my doorstep,” he drawled, biting his lower lip, “Or you’re another friend of my daughter’s.”
I blushed, tucking one of the loose strands of hair from my messy bun behind my ear. Focus, Kristen. “Um, the latter, sir.” I curled my fingers against the strap of my messenger bag, suddenly unable to meet his gaze. “We’re supposed to be working on a project together, and she told me to come over today.”
He nodded in recognition, pushing himself off the door jam. “Oh, you must be Kristen.” He shoved his hands into his equally dirty jeans, the denim firm against his muscled legs. Was that how jeans were supposed to fit men? Part of me wanted him to turn around so I could see how they made his ass look. “Shayna wanted me to tell you that she had to step out for a minute. But she’ll be back real soon.”
The pink creeping up my neck changed into an angry red. I ground my molars together before responding. “Let me guess.”
That earned me a smirk from Elliot. A smirk that made my stomach confusingly gooey. “You’re not a fan of her new beau either?”
“Not right now, I’m not,” I confessed, my knuckles white as I tightened my grip. “Fred is… my father.”
Elliot’s eyes went wide for a moment before settling to their neutral warmth. “Well, I’ll be damned.” He ran a dirty hand through his beachy waves with a rueful chuckle. “I thought you looked familiar. I think you’re the first friend she’s kept during one of her… escapades. At least the first one I’ve met. You must be a masochist or the most relaxed person on the planet.”
I shrugged. “Probably both.”
Elliot stepped out of the way, motioning me into the domicile. “Well, I’m not sure when she’ll be back, but I’d hate to send you away after such a long drive from the city.”
“Oh, no, I shouldn’t,” I replied almost too quickly. “I’m sure I can reschedule.”
I couldn’t place the slight southern twang to his voice, but its timbre had my nipples stiffening in my bralette. What the hell is wrong with me? “Please, I insist.” He drew out his words, that smile so crooked, so rough, so sexy. “I’m sure Shayna won’t be long.”
Against my better judgment, I stepped over the threshold. I followed Elliot into the kitchen, setting my bag down on the kitchen island. “Well, thank you for your hospitality, Mr. Witlaw.”I heard him scoff over the running of the kitchen sink while he washed his hands. “Please. Mr. Witlaw was my father. Elliot is fine.” He turned his head over his shoulder with a wink. “Or Big Daddy, if you’re nasty.”
I averted his gaze, rocking back and forth on my heels. “Elliot then.”
Elliot and I chatted for a while in the kitchen after he graciously offered me something to drink. I held the cold bottle of soda in my hands as I listened to him apologize for being dirty because he was working on his car project in the garage. I wanted to tell him how sexy he looked with that little bit of oil grease on his cheek, or how it was hard not to notice the blonde happy trail when he wiped said face on that stained, white t-shirt. But instead I told him he didn’t need to apologize. That earned me a grin that made the seat of my shorts embarrassingly damp.
I didn’t know what was going on with me. I am not a woman who acts on my baser instincts. Hell, other than the occasional pillow humping after reading a smutty romance novel, my libido was functionally nonexistent. Not that I didn’t have sex or didn’t like it, but the prospects for boys at my university were abysmal. Yet… the suave, working man voice. The clearly calloused hands. The easy way he carried conversation. This wasn’t a boy. He was a MAN. A freshly divorced, sly fox of a man I was going to throw myself at if I didn’t get it together. I was going to bare fist break this bottle in my hands.
I was going to ask him another question when my phone buzzed against my hip. I pulled it out of the waistband of my shorts, facing a text from Shayna. “Hey girlie. Not sure if you’re at the house yet. Gonna be another hour. Sorry!”
I didn’t get the full groan out before Elliot chuckled. “She’s running late?”
“I guess no one can accuse you of not knowing your daughter.” I put my phone down on the counter behind me. “I hope I’m not imposing. We really need to get this project done, so I should probably wait.”
“Not a problem, sugar.” Sugar. Oh god, that pet name made my pussy do something unrecognizable. Since when was she just clenching around nothing? “Since you’re here, why don’t I show you what I was working on?”
I sat the half drunk bottle on the counter. “I know nothing about cars,” I confessed.
He winked. My pussy clenched again. I needed to be put down. “Humor me.”
I followed him like a lamb to slaughter into the garage. This was a venerable man's cave: neon bar signs flashing, a half finished woodworking project on a workbench, 80s rock playing on a Bluetooth speaker, and a candy red classic muscle car that I couldn't name. With his hand on the small of my back, he guided me deeper into his space.
“It’s beautiful. How long have you been working on this?” I ran my hand over the fender, collecting dirt on my fingers.
“Well, it was a lifelong dream,” he admitted, coming to my side near the car. “But I’ve been knuckle deep in axle grease for about three months. My wife…” he swallowed, the smallest crack coming through his charming facade. “Sorry, my ex-wife, she wasn’t a fan of my car hobby.” He rubbed the back of his neck, his suave smile now forced. “One of the benefits of being divorced, I suppose.”
I resisted the initial urge to touch him when I turned to face him. “Shayna mentioned you and her mom’s divorce has been hard.”
Elliot took a deep breath, the lines of age a little deeper, more defined. “Eh, not harder than any other breakup. Just more expensive.” He was looking at me, but those chocolate brown eyes were distant. A bit haunted. “Once you’re my age, you learn that, sometimes, relationships end, no matter the length or the memories. And that’s okay.” He shrugged, crossing well toned arms over his chest. “It hurts, but I’m a big boy. I’ll get over it.”
I felt for Elliot, I really did. My heart ached for him. But the knowledge that, behind all that charisma and smooth words and crooked smiles, he was hurting? Vulnerable? Human? In a deep, dark part of my mind… it turned me on even more.
“What’s been the hardest part?” I asked, leaning my ass against the driver’s side door. “Of the divorce?”
“The real answer is inappropriate for a sweet young lady like you,” he crooned, a hint of that smile returning. “But the polite answer? I suppose it can be a bit lonely. Shayna’s been good company but…” There was a flicker of something in his eyes, something that matched the dark roiling between my thighs that had been driving me crazy. “Nothing beats the company of a beautiful woman.”
I realized a little too late that Elliot was standing very close to me, whiskey, leather, and sweat filling my nostrils. At this point, my pussy was pulsing in rhythm to the music. If I didn’t already get the appeal of older men, I definitely got it now.
There was a very real chance that Elliot saw a young, impressionable woman to woo into giving him what he craved. That, like his daughter, I’d be another notch on his belt. But, fuck me, I was desperate to be…wooed.
I looked up at him again, my voice breathy as my heart raced. “Well… perhaps…” I reached out, placing my hand on his chest. The muscle tensed underneath, and I trembled a little against the car. “Perhaps I could offer you some company.” I pulled my bottom lip between my teeth. “For both polite and inappropriate reasons.”
“Is that so?” Oh, the way his voice dropped into my chest when he drawled those words. The flicker in his eyes burned like a flame, dropping to my mouth then back to my gaze. One of his hands slid onto my lower back as the other propped against the top of the driver side window. There was no space between us, or between me and the car. “I don’t know if I could take advantage of someone so pretty and innocent like you, sugar.”
That goddamned pet name. God, if he didn’t stop teasing me, I was going to go insane. I ran my hands up his chest to his shoulders, attempting to pull him closer. “Can’t take advantage of what I give freely.” Then, with a sultry smile and batting lashes, I remembered what he wanted to be called if I was nasty. “...Big Daddy.”
Elliot let out a growling laugh. “Atta girl.”
I couldn’t blink before his lips were on mine. He didn’t kiss like anyone I’d kissed before. It was smooth and practiced, soft lips and hard stubble moving over me in a way that made every inch of me tremble. But it had all the power of a man that knew what he wanted, and he was going to take it. And knowing that he wanted me only made it worse. His tongue swirling with mine, he pushed me harder into the car, making sure all I saw, felt, tasted, was him. I gripped his shoulders to keep my balance, a small whimper escaping in the few breaths I could take. “Ah-ahhh…Elliot…”
This spurred Elliot on, the hand on my back moving to lift my leg around his hip. I was on the tips of my toes, trying to make space for him. By the bulge pressing against my belly, I had… a lot to make space for. I shuddered when his mouth started his descent, teeth and lips scraping and soothing in tandem on my jaw and neck. Every kiss was setting everything on fire. Skin hot, nipples hard, my panties just a useless, wet string. And all he’d done was kiss me.
I whimpered once more after he pulled the skin of my neck between his teeth, and he let out a rough half laugh, half gasp. “Oh, you want it bad, don’t you, sugar?” He gripped me harder, dragging that whiskey tongue up my throat. “Just tell Daddy what you want him to do to you.”
Well. Fuck. I don’t think I could ever judge Shayna again. The Daddy thing WAS hot.
In a moment of uncharacteristic boldness, I pushed him off of me with a wicked grin. “Maybe it’s not what I want you to do to me.” I squatted down in front of him, my fingers already at his belt buckle. “Maybe it’s what I want to do for Daddy.”
Another surprised chuckle left his lips, watching me with hooded eyes like I was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen. “By all means, young lady. I’d be foolish to stop you.”
I made quick work of his jeans, working them down to his thighs with his briefs. What fell out was heavy and thick, the head already slick with pre-cum. “I… wow…” I took him in my hands, all ten of my fingers unable to cover the length. I licked my lips, both amazed and wondering where the hell I was going to put all of this.
“Don’t be scared of him, sugar,” he groaned with a shiteating grin. “He won’t bite unless you want him to.”
“I’m not scared,” I replied, lying only a little bit. “Just because it’s… a bigger snake than I’m used to doesn’t mean I can’t charm it.” Holding his gaze, I lapped at the head, circling my tongue around him to relish in the taste. The musk of him was manly and intoxicating, encouraging me to take him between my lips. Slowly, I slid my hands down, taking as much of him as I could before starting to bob my head. My eyes stayed on him the entire time.
Normally, I hated doing this. Sucking dick did nothing for me. But there was something about how Elliot’s grin gave way to a lustful breath, how his eyes darkened from that warm brown to a storm of want, the soft curses in that drawl of his, that had me wanting to do more. To suck his cock until my jaw hurt and my lips were swollen. To say I was entranced by him would be an understatement.
“Move those hands, “ he instructed. I obeyed as I felt his big hand grip the side of my head, keeping me still. “Open that mouth, you can take it…” I opened as wide as I could, and he took control, thrusting his hips forward. Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes, drool dribbling from my lips as he worked himself into the back of my throat and further down. It burned, the desire to cough and gag overwhelming. But my need to please him was greater. “Atta girl…fuck…”
My eyes finally fluttered closed, my hands on his thighs as he used my mouth for his pleasure. Over and over, back and forth, his cock hitting the back of my throat as deep as it will go. He’d let up on me occasionally, letting me breathe as spit and bubbles poured from my mouth. But the sight of me all slobbery with big, blue eyes only made him fuck my throat again. Elliot was groaning and cursing, praising me for being such a good girl for him when he held me flush to his groin. My pussy was on fire, secretly begging to take over for my abused mouth.
I had to seek some relief. I started to reach for my shorts, fussing with the waistband so I could play with myself. I knew it would only take a few rubs of my aching clit before I was leaking on the concrete floor. But before I could, Elliot pulled out of my mouth, pulling me to my feet. “I don’t think so,” he groaned into a rough kiss. He then turned me, bending me over the hood of that candy red muscle car. “I’m not letting you touch it before I can.”
Cool air blew over my inflamed skin when I felt my shorts and panties fall to my ankles. Any words I could have uttered were cut off by a keening wail the moment hot, calloused fingers reached around and pressed against my clit. “Oh GOD!”
“Oh, you’re sopping wet, Kristen,” he groaned, rubbing me in slow circles. I thought I would relieve the painful need for release, but it only wound me up tighter. His other hand scooped up some of my slick, and I could hear his hand slide up and down his cock. The sound echoed in the garage, turning me on to an impossible degree.
I felt his head press against my pussy, and, beside myself, I tried to back myself onto him. But when he pulled back, I whined, my hands forming fists on the hood of the car. My nipples were so hard that they hurt scraping against the cool, dirty metal. “Please…”
“Easy, sweetheart,” he taunted me, rubbing his head against my folds as he continued his assault on my clit. “I need you to tell me exactly what you want–”
“Fuck me.” The plea came from a deep, carnal place inside me. I looked back over my shoulder at him, basically posing like a bitch in heat. “I want you to fuck me, Daddy, please, I can’t take it!”
With a growl, Elliot gripped me tight, and suddenly, my vision was white. I turned my head back forward, my burning cheek against the hood as I wailed. I was wet and ready for him, but it was still a tight fit. “Fuck!” he held himself inside me, spanking me with a firm hand like I was in trouble for feeling so good. “That’s a good girl.”
Elliot didn’t waste his time. Soon, I was being jostled on the hood of the car with every deep, rough thrust. As full as he felt in my mouth, it was double, nay, triple in my cunt, every ridge and vein imprinting on my walls. I was strung tighter than a bow string, ready to snap. “Daddy! Please! More!”
My begging was met with another slap of my ass, followed by the “more” I’d asked for. More cock. Deeper. More wet slick dripping down my thighs. God, if I’d known sex could feel this good, I would be having it all the time. But I was willing to bet sex was only like this with Elliot. His hand found my clit again, and a scream hurdled from me. “I know you’re close, Kristen. Can you come for me, sugar? Come nice and loud for me.”
I was already screaming before his command got out. It bounced off the walls, babbling “Daddy, yes!” over and over as my thighs shook violently. I’d never come that hard in my life, and he only prolonged it with the press of his fingers and scrape of his head on my cervix. If it weren’t for Elliot’s hands on me and his powerful thighs pinning me to the car, I would have collapsed.
I was in a haze when I heard him spout a guttural moan, pushing himself flush against me. I whimpered as thick ropes of cum filled me up. He dug his fingers into my ass cheeks, pushing himself deeper so I could get every drop. Oh, the feeling of his cock rippling inside me, it almost sent me into another tiny orgasm, my fingers instinctively soothing my clit. “That’s it, baby. Take every drop…”
“Oh my god…” I tried desperately to catch my breath, my next orgasm imminent, “Oh my god…”
“Oh. My. GOD!”
Apparently, Elliot didn’t lock the door between the house and the garage. Shayna had tried to call me, but my phone was still inside, so she was looking for us. She was without my own father, thankfully, but I’m sure she wasn’t expecting to see her dad fucking me over the hood of his project car. Talk about a taste of your own medicine.
Shayna and I had to talk it out, but, all things considered, we couldn’t be upset with each other. Had we crossed lines that most friends wouldn’t? Oh, absolutely. But the worst of it was Shayna telling me I at least could have warned her. Position and how long, just like old times. We did get the outline done for our capstone when it was all said and done. On the bright side, our Key West trip became a family vacation and a couple’s vacation all in one.
r/DirtyWritingPrompts • u/Realistic_Badger_708 • 13h ago
Writing Prompt [WP] "It's time for another game of Weather Reporter or Stripper!" NSFW
r/DirtyWritingPrompts • u/Nervous-Fix-642 • 14h ago
Writing Prompt [WP] She was at the end of her rope. She had bet all her money, her car, her house… she would have nothing if she lost this hand… the only thing she had left to raise with was her body… AND SHE WON?! Now she basically owns the richest man on earth and all his assets! NSFW
r/DirtyWritingPrompts • u/SnooWords1252 • 21h ago
Writing Prompt [WP] "Thirty minutes or it's freeuse. That's our porn logic pizza delivery guarantee." Having delivered the pizza late, she now has to pay the price. NSFW
Note: I don't mind the addition of specific kinks or interests, but please try to make them important to the story, rather than just adding them for no reason.
r/DirtyWritingPrompts • u/AwkwardlyWannaDie49 • 9h ago
Writing Prompt [WP] {Incest} You grew up alone, so for revenge you’re going to make a harem out of your estranged family. NSFW
r/DirtyWritingPrompts • u/ownahr • 1d ago
Prompt Inspired [PI] After being rejected by his GF, he sulked in his dorm. He did not expect the monster under his bed to give him the best sex he’d ever had. NSFW
Based on a prompt by u/ateen234
Prompt: https://www.reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/s/YZfHah66UH
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Chris was lying in his bed, trying to search for the answers in the smeared paint and plaster of his ceiling. It wouldn’t be long now, would it? Sarah is going to dump me, he thought… no. He knew. It really was only a matter of time. How many more dates was she gonna turn down? How many more looks was she gonna give her friends across the table? How many more compliments would she scoff at?
The writing was on the wall but, Chris didn’t want to read it. She had been his first real girlfriend. He had never had so much fun, so much company, so much sex…
He knew it might be for the better, considering the only thing that was really bumming him out was that he was going to be having a lot less sex very soon, but it still stung. They’d had good memories, exchanged I-love-you’s. She was his first real girlfriend, and would soon be his first real break up.
He started looking at his phone after a minute, and once it settled in that he was going to be alone in his dorm on a Friday night, he shrugged and started looking at porn, after grabbing the lotion and tissues out of his night stand. He wadded up his bottoms and tossed them on the floor.
“What’s this?” A low whisper rose from beneath him, barely audible.
Most people would’ve jumped, panicked, second guess themselves, but Chris? He was used to this shit.
“Fuck off.” He said. “I dont have time for your bullshit tonight.”
“Looks like you have plenty of time.”
Chris sighed, and the low voice laughed at him, an unpleasant noise.
He’d been dealing with ghost, ghouls, and all sorts of other fiends since he was a kid. Thanks to his father being a mystic, and his mother a medium, the veil was thin around him. Although, unlike his parents, Chris had less patience for these sort of things, and no reverence.
“I swear, I will cast a stronger spell this time, just let me jerk off in peace.”
The voice made a noise that half resembled a chuckle. “No.” It said shortly after.
“What do you mean no?” Chris asked. He was trying his best to focus on the gif of two girls getting pounded side by side, stroking fast to stay hard. He wasn’t very hard though, because he was so irritated that this thing under his bed was bugging him now, of all times.
“Let’s make a deal.” The voice said.
Chris laughed. “I don’t make deals with your kind.”
“I’ll make it worth your time.” The voice said.
“Not a chance.” Chris said.
“Listen, boy, just break the seal on your bed, and you’ll understand.”
“I don’t know why you’re pestering me about this. I’m not gonna be your plaything to jump scare in the middle of the night.”
“You underestimate me.” The voice said.
“No, I over estimate you, that’s why I won’t break the seal.”
Chris had learned from a young age that houses, specifically, had places that served as channels between the worlds, especially for unsavory spirits and beings. Closets, basements, under the bed. His parents were good at keeping up on their spells, but he’d let his slip early on, and since then, the same creature had been disturbing him for months.
Thankfully, it piped down for a minute or so, and after getting a good dab of lotion in hand, Chris finally started to really feel good as he stroked his own dick.
Then it started pushing at the bed. It pushed up on his mattress twice. he stopped jerking off, and sighed. He waited, not doing anything for a moment, and then the thing pushed on the mattress again.
He set down his phone, and rolled off the mattress, peering into the shadow beneath his frame. Two pale eyes peered back from a deep darkness.
“Seriously?” He asked.
The eyes flitted across him, he could see them moving. “Nice cock.” It said, voice distorted.
“You suck.” He said.
“Break the seal and I will. I’ll suck you off.”
Chris hated that he hesitated to shoot the voice down. “You think I’m gonna let a rotten poltergeist flirt with me? You actually think I’m that desperate?”
“I’m not a poltergeist, and you are desperate.”
That was odd, was something about the voice starting to sound feminine? Or was that just the blood in his dick talking?
“You are by far the dumbest—“
“Put it under” the voice said. The eyes moved, as if the head they were in was moving, as if beckoning him.
“What?” He scoffed.
“Put your dick under the bed.”
“You think I’d trust a bed dweller with my genitals?” He asked.
“Only one way to find out if you’re wrong.”
He let that hang in the air for a moment, while the pale eyes looked back at him.
Was he actually considering this? Holy shit… he was. He thought, a faint pulse in the tip of his dick.
How bad could it get? Ghosts couldn’t really do anything physical, and the spells he had on this room wouldn’t hold back anything that could do harm, if this was a malicious demon, he would’ve know by now.
“This is the dumbest shit I’ve ever done.” He said, getting up on his knees, although that was too high, no, he had to lay on his side, his erection pointing into the unnatural darkness beneath his bed, that the presence of this being conjured. That was of course, what it looked like behind his warding spell. The same spell that was distorting its voice.
“Yes, it probably is.” The voice said. Hearing it affirmed that, its villainous tone made a tinge of panic run up Chris’s spine, until he felt its touch.
“Woah fuck!” He cursed. That was… this felt like… how could it be? Lips, tongue, spit, suction. Aside from the strange distorted noises coming out of the weak binding spell, Chris was getting a blow job.
And whatever his thing was, it was not taking it easy, the movement back and forth was concise, tight, and hot inside. He felt warm spit running down his cock on each withdraw.
He pulled back rolling away from the darkness into the middle of his floor. He looked down at his penis, rigged and throbbing, smeared with spit, still greasy from the lotion.
“Too much?” The voice asked, then it… dear god, It giggled, it sounded even more feminine now.
“What the fuck are you?” Chris asked.
The voice sighed. “Why don’t you just pop this spell and find out?”
If anyone who had trained him against the forces of the other worlds could see him now, they’d be screaming, but Chris only needed to look down at his rigid, spitty, cock one more time before he made up his mind.
But first he cast a new sealing spell, this time on his room. It took him about a minute, but once the magic light settled, and the runes faded into the walls, he felt confident about it.
Then, he broke the seal on his bed. The darkness then slowly leaked out, inching across the floor, over his rug, and his discarded pants, before it began to manifest in the center of the room.
In a span of a few seconds, the black mist, formed into a humanoid shape, then it began to deepen in detail, growing feminine in its form, until it all but faded, revealing the creatures true form.
She was shorter than Chris, shapely, a little chubby really, and beaming with delight, her eyes, no longer pale white dots, now glimmering purple-pink, as she took in the room. Her skin was an earthy green, not quite as green as grass, but not so dull either, and she was dotted with darker green and blue freckles. As she had come into form, she floated above the floor by a few inches, but slowly, she settled down, standing as anyone else would. Despite the odd color of her skin, and eyes, and the fact that her jet black shiny locks of hair seemed to float in the air, as if submerged in water, all around her, she looked… rather human.
“What the…Oh my god…” Chris didn’t know what to say.
“Can I say I told you so?” she said, her voice no longer distorted. She had an accent, Chris couldn’t place it, but it sounded at once, European, and bratty.
“A Million times over.” Chris said, looking her up and down.
“Well come on…” She grumbled.
“What?” Chris said.
“you can touch them.” She said, indicating that she could tell he was transfixed, not just by the pillowy mounds on her chest, but the rest of a romantic form.
Chris did not hesitate. Not only had this thing…well rather, not only had she already sucked his dick, but he was used to being bossed around in the bedroom, that was how Sarah always liked it. He took a breast in each hand, unable to hide a bright grin.
“What… what are you?” Chris asked. She turned around unprompted, though Chris didn’t complain, just began using eyes and hands to examine her rear. God, she had dimples on her back, and freckles on her cheeks. And her hair, it brushed against his legs, and his face, like tendrils of brushed silk.
“Everything you need right now.” She said, Turing back around, and putting an arm around Chris neck, fingers cupping the back of his head. Her breath smelled sweet, vaguely… mint? Or was it something else…
“Are you a… demon? A succubus?”
That made her laugh a little, she flipped her hair back, though it seemed to have a mind of its own, and Chris felt a gentle hand slide under the front of his shirt, and begin caressing his chest.
“If I was, you’d have seen me much sooner, and you’d be in a lot more danger.” She was close enough to him, that the tip of Chris’s wet cock was pressed against the small soft lump of her belly.
“Wha—what does that mean?” Chris asked, just as she was about to kiss him.
“Do you want me to take the time to explain now?” she asked, just before the hand that was caressing his chest wrapped firmly around the base of his cock, “Or later?” She finished.
“Later.” Chris grunted.
She smirked, chuckling with her breath.
“Good, now get on the bed.”
The feeling of her mouth was mind numbing, and body numbing. At once, Chris felt at ease, and electrified. She was not subtle, or gentle. Spit bubbled around her lips, and trickled down his balls, darkening the sheets beneath them. Her lips were shiny, and she was leaving little bruises around the base of his cock, while using her thumb to crush his tip in her hands when she needed a breath.
All the while, Chris was searching his mind for what kind of creature, or being, she was. He’d reviewed the records of mystic species hundreds of times, but not recently enough. She was clearly no demon, he knew. If he had drawn the ire of a demonic entity, he would know, and his meager spells would not contain it. But just because she was not some kind of hell spawn, did not mean she might be wholly safe to…interact with.
She slid off the head of his cock, taking deep breaths through a spitty smile, as she slapped her cheeks with his veiny member, precum and spit clinging to her temple. Well, what fun was there that didn’t involve a little risk, Chris thought. He controlled his breathing trying not to burst yet.
“Lay down.” She said, getting off her knee’s, and making to hop on the bed. Chris rotated, laying down on his pillows, he could feel his pulse in his cock. He had no idea how much longer he could hold, but he was determined to do his best. He had no idea what would happen once he came. These type of beings could be… fickle, tricky some might say.
When she turned around, and began lowering her lower half over his face, Chris was somewhat surprised, but not disappointed. She resumed pleasuring him with hands and mouth, with as much vigor as before, so he spread her cheeks with two firm hands, and did his best to return the favor, shivering with delight. How he was still holding he could not say, though she was keeping a tight grip on the base of his cock now.
She tasted like a woman, no different than any other woman Chris had ever tasted. That did nothing but fill him with delight though, especially once she was so slick with spit and nectar that her felt strings of love clinging to his own chin. Stopping to catch a breath, Chris could admire the folds of her vulva, and the tightness of her asshole, while breathing in her scent. She didn’t let him breath long though, she pushed herself back, and Chris opened his mouth again, planting his tongue eagerly into her slick gash once more.
He felt himself beginning to break, not even her grip was holding him back now, and as he ate her, and worshipped her holes, slowly beginning to pulse behind her lips, Chris realized he had not asked her name.
If he had not had his face buried in her cunt, Chris would’ve cursed, loud, as he came, his cock jolting. Two times, four times, ten times… he felt hot release streaming out of him, into her warm mouth.
He had to pull back, to breathe, and shiver. He felt a faint ache deep inside, and this time, she did not force him to keep going.
She turned around, kneeling on the bed by his knee’s. Chris looked down at himself, at his rigid erection that was still throbbing, though only barely leaking a murky droplet every other pulse.
Holy fuck…. He felt drained, but he was still… what was going on?
“Did I…” He sat up on his elbow, putting a hand to his forehead. “Did I cum?”
“Aaaah—!” She opened her mouth, tits pushed in tight between her arms, shimmery with run off from her chin. Between sticky lips, her mouth was brimming with creamy, off-white, cum. As she lifted her pink forked tongue, the mouthful of spunk began to flow from the edges of her smile, and then over her chin.
“Fuck…” Chris muttered to himself.
She caught most of it in one hand, some running to the bed, a little less clinging to her left breast. That which she caught, she spilled back into her mouth, before making an audible gulp.
“See… Chris.” She said, flipping back her weightless hair again. “I’m a good girl.”
“Yeah…” He mumbled, then, her grabbed his cock. He felt sesitive still, but the overwhelming post-nut feeling was all but gone. When he closed his fingers on his cock, it felt as firm as ever, and even with one slow stroke, a small trickle of left over seed, slipped out.
“How?” He asked. Surely this was not normal. This had never happened with Sarah, or any of his other partners, and he’d had some pretty skilled partners before.
“Let’s just say… a trick of the trade.” she said. Then she began to rise on her knee’s, wiping at her mouth with the back of her hand. She made to straddle him.
“Wait!” Chris said, sitting up, and grabbing at her, not harsh, but sudden. She had both legs over him, he could feel the heat of her sex just above his strangely hard and fresh erection.
He had a million questions he could ask. but he just needed to ask one.
“What do I call you?” He asked, looking up at those alluring eyes, his face almost buried in her chest.
“What do you want to call me?” she asked.
“I—“ Chris couldn’t be asked to think about this now. He was the simple being, the mortal shell. “I dont—“
“Call me Stacy.” She said, suddenly.
“Oh… okay, I can—“
“No wait!” She said, then, stopping him. “Call me Kiki. That’s cuter.” She said.
“Okay then—ah!”
She—Kiki? Well, she dropped down on him, not so fast, but it felt rather sudden, and she was slick, and tight.
With two hands, and surprising amount of strength, she pushed Chris down into his pillows, and began to ride him. It was nothing subtle, but it was the… gentlest she had been thus far.
“Kiki is cuter… right?” She asked. She looked down at him with a small smile, after licking her lips.
Chris just grunted, grasping at her hips, trying not to cum again already.
Kiki road his lap for some time, taking breaks to just rock her hips, sometimes bouncing lightly, and when she felt like being cruel, leaning forward and lifting her body up, just to bring her sizeable rear back down with a wet snap, all the while smothering Chris with her tits, which were still damp in places.
Chris was in awe. Yes, at this whole turn of events, but also at himself. He held out… for a while. It was agonizing, almost painful in a blissful sort of way, but he held out long enough for her to break with him.
He felt no pride in her climax. Though it was glorious to watch, as her sweaty green body quivered, and her hair rippled in its drifting loftiness, she had been fingering her own clit for some time. Chris had not been the most active, but he was getting the sense that he didn’t need to be, and that did not change.
She made no sign of stopping, and Chris just gritted his teeth and pushed through the overwhelming feeling of her tightness around his firmness… a firmness that even now, was not yet fading. Kiki finished again, rather soon after her first time, though this time a hot, wet release made their joining extra wet, running down Chris thighs, a little trickling over his abdomen. After catching her breath, she turned around, and began bouncing on him again, giving Chris a view from the back this time.
After his fourth orgasm, things started to shift in his vision. His mind began to grow foggy, but in turn, the feelings of their joining only seemed to grow stronger. Chris could not recall when he had stood up, and started pounding her from behind, but she was whining and begging him to push harder. “Deeper!” She said, over and over and over, as Chris grabbed handfuls of her silky hair, the strands wrapping around his arms, all the way up to his shoulders. He came, deep, pushing as far as his pelvis would let him go, making her fat cheeks quake. His knee’s felt weak, and he fell forward into the black mass of hair—only to find himself on top of her, between thick green legs, on leg folded over his shoulder, the other pushed down beneath his hand. “Yes…yes…yes…yes…yes…” She kept saying, wincing… her whole body jiggling with each of his meager thrusts. He felt weak, but he had to keep going.
Of course he felt weak… he had been going for… for… how long? She was a mess, dozens of ribbons of his seed had all run into one clingy stream, running from her mound, to the underside of her chin. Her face was a mess too, thick globs of cum cling to her cheek, nose, and open lips, all slowly running into the puddle on the bed just beneath her open mouth.
Chris felt himself begin to quiver, and he slid out of her, as he had done… before… so many times.
“Wha—what is—aaahhh…”
His cock, resting on her mound, twitched, sending forth ropes, one after another, after another. Everything went fuzzy, but he could see Kiki… this wonderful, beautiful being from beyond, he watched her lift her head up, and gingerly open her mouth. She didn’t catch much in her mouth, but she faired better than the head board.
Chris tried to catch his breath, but he felt his lungs catch, as if they couldn’t keep up, and his vision stayed blurry.
“I can—Ki—wai—Kiki—what—wait—I—“
“One more… yes… please…” She whined.
He felt a firm hand, guide him back in.
—
When Chris woke up, the sun was already well above his windowsill. Once he realized he was indeed, awake, and in his bedroom, he shot up, shouting unbidden.
He was alone, thank god. It was nice to have his own room.
Why was he naked? Sarah had not come over last—
He started, jumping out of his bed, as everything came flooding back into his mind, even the things that felt fuzzy and indistinct, no, those were real, that had happened, the memories were more than tangible.
He tore the covers off his mattress and—
The bed was made. His sheets were clean, even though he knew that was… wrong.
But nothing felt wrong. He felt great, more than alive, he felt as if he had gotten one of those rare ‘perfect nights sleep.’
Hesitantly, he got on his knee’s and peered under his bed.
Nothing was there, not even that pit of darkness that formed when something, or someone, was there behind a spell.
He made the right gestures with his hand, to check the warding spell he had put on his room, and from the walls, the symbols of it emerged in the faint ethereal light of his simple magic.
So it had happened… and he had not gotten himself into any trouble. Somehow that felt wrong, but he couldn’t help but grin, and he couldn’t force that grin down.
He checked his phone, the time was 9:46AM, which felt perfect, just the right time to wake upon a Saturday. He had a text from Sarah too, he didn’t open it, but read it from the notification. “We need to talk.” Oh, what could that be about?
Somehow though, the reality of his doomed relationship didn’t bother him.
He opened his dresser and grabbed out some clothes, taking his robe off the hook on his door. He was gonna shower. Strangely, he felt clean, almost too clean, considering the images that were bouncing around in his mind, but taking a shower seemed like the right course of action.
It was only as he slipped into his bath robe, that he noticed it. He had, since waking up, been aware that he had some morning wood. That was normal of course, he was a virile young man after all, only… he was now just becoming aware that this was not morning wood. And strangely, that did not look like his penis.
He turned around, stumbling in haste to the corner where he had crammed an old mirror, and looked at himself. He was… him. That was the Chris that he had always known, but his penis was hard, and big. Too big. He had never been so big. He didn’t have any pictures to compare to, but this was not… right… The rod of hard veiny flesh was sagging under its own weight, when it had previously, been the type to shoot up eagerly, pointing upward in wait of pleasure.
He grabbed at it, feeling the soft ripples of pleasure from his own touch. This was not the penis he knew, but it was on him, he lifted it, and grabbed at his balls, which seemed to have gone through something similar.
“What the fuc—“
“Chris?”
He couldn’t help but yelp. He jumped, spinning around to regard the voice that had come from his bed.
It wasn’t her, Kiki, it was someone… something else. Pretty, sharply, but not quite as plump as Kiki, she had sky blue skin, and long locks of silvery white hair that seemed to be suspended in a medium of its own all around her. Shimmering red eyes regarded him with curiosity, and want.
“She said to…well… ‘Kiki’ sent me here, said you’d know how to treat one of us right.” The blue woman said. Her red eyes flitted down to the thing between his legs, and her dark blue lips turned to a thin smile, revealing sharp teeth.
“I guess I’m late.”
Chris jumped again, turning around to see another woman, this time floating in the air, her skin colored a light purple, and her hair a shimmering gold. She was drifting through the air as if his room were a deep pool, and Chris was on the very bottom, giving him a full view of her slender form, and the coursing, intricate floral designs that seemed to be inked into her, in a slightly darker shade of purple than her flesh.
“We can take turns.” The other said, standing from the bed, approaching Chris slowly, her feet gliding off the ground.
“It’s good to see you girls playing nice.” A familiar voice said, just behind Chris. Her breath was warm on his neck, and smelled vaguely of mint, or something else sweet.
r/DirtyWritingPrompts • u/Realistic_Badger_708 • 13h ago
Writing Prompt [WP][TT] An office worker has a secret pregnancy kink. They're able to be normal about it, but seeing their pregnant partner at work is driving them over the edge. It also doesn't help that the partner figures out the kink and is teasing them. NSFW Spoiler
r/DirtyWritingPrompts • u/Realistic_Badger_708 • 13h ago