[M][F] Your basic clichéd story about bad bets, ungrateful sisters, star port casinos, tentacle porn, and karma [Fantasy].

I’m not a bad guy. But I like gambling and Death-Ball and I’ve made a few bad wagers at the Tentacle-Porn-We-Will-Skull#@*$-You-To-Death-If-You-Don’t-Pay-Your-Debts All-Night Star Port Casino over the years.

Don’t look at me like that! My last big wager was a sure thing. I would have completely paid off my gambling debts. It’s not like I planned to sell my twenty-three-year old sister to one-eyed, tentacle aliens. When you put up your little sister as collateral on a sure-thing, it’s not even like you’re wagering her. The chance of Yivo the Undefeated choking to death on a peanut in the final Death-Ball match wasn’t a blip on the probability charts.

Let’s be honest though, what’s done is done. A man must live up to his obligations or he’s not much of a man. Am I right? I’m right. So, the thing is, they’re coming for my sister and while I’m no longer going to owe my soul to the casinos (thanks sis), I’m as broke as a non-Leonardo DiCaprio Dead Rabbit in civil war era New York City.

By the way, if you didn’t get that last reference, don’t worry. Not everyone can keep up with me when I get rolling. Like I said, though, what’s done is done.

The Questgiver [M] [GRP]

Inspired by [this post](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/comments/6bwc4u/wp_you_go_about_your_day_as_normal_but_notice_a/dhq1ojq/) in r/WritingPrompts

 

I started the first day of my new life the way I always did. I had my morning coffee, my morning wank, my morning shower. The drive to work was *okay*, except I kept feeling like I should’ve tried for a second wank. That’s Mondays for you.

The guard at the office opened the door for me. She always did that, but this time she smiled.

“Can I help you with anything?” she asked.

“I don’t think so,” I said, and tried not to finish the sentence with *Cupcake.* In my defense she did look like a cupcake, with a
sprinkling of freckles and a rather soggy bottom.

“I mean, really,” she said. “Anything I can do for you? Anything you want?”

I bit my tongue. There were many things she could do for me. But this was no way to behave in a professional setting. She kept
pestering me, though.

“Look, why don’t you just go and pick up my dry-cleaning?” I said.

If only I’d known.

 

Everyone at work was giving me funny looks.

The Questgiver [MFFF] [bdsm] [fantasy] [Fsub]

Inspired by a post in WritingPrompts

 

I started the first day of my new life the way I always did. I had my morning coffee, my morning wank, my morning shower. The drive to work was *okay*, except I kept feeling like I should’ve tried for a second wank. That’s Mondays for you.

The guard at the office opened the door for me. She always did that, but this time she smiled.

“Can I help you with anything?” she asked.

“I don’t think so,” I said, and tried not to finish the sentence with *Cupcake.* In my defense she did look like a cupcake, with a
sprinkling of freckles and a rather soggy bottom.

“I mean, really,” she said. “Anything I can do for you? Anything you want?”

I bit my tongue. There were many things she could do for me. But this was no way to behave in a professional setting. She kept
pestering me, though.

“Look, why don’t you just go and pick up my dry-cleaning?” I said.

If only I’d known.

 

Everyone at work was giving me funny looks.

The Questgiver [MF] [BDSM]

Inspired by [this post](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/comments/6bwc4u/wp_you_go_about_your_day_as_normal_but_notice_a/dhq1ojq/) in r/WritingPrompts

 

I started the first day of my new life the way I always did. I had my morning coffee, my morning wank, my morning shower. The drive to work was *okay*, except I kept feeling like I should’ve tried for a second wank. That’s Mondays for you.

The guard at the office opened the door for me. She always did that, but this time she smiled.

“Can I help you with anything?” she asked.

“I don’t think so,” I said, and tried not to finish the sentence with *Cupcake.* In my defense she did look like a cupcake, with a
sprinkling of freckles and a rather soggy bottom.

“I mean, really,” she said. “Anything I can do for you? Anything you want?”

I bit my tongue. There were many things she could do for me. But this was no way to behave in a professional setting. She kept
pestering me, though.

“Look, why don’t you just go and pick up my dry-cleaning?” I said.

If only I’d known.

 

Everyone at work was giving me funny looks.

[Fanfic] [Str8] Parappa and Lammy Have Sex [mF] [incest] [siblings] [teasing] [femdom] [whoredom] [barely legal] [foot fetish] [handjob] [blowjob] [titjob] [bdsm] [endosoma] [ear/brain fetish] [mind control] [licking] [motherly] [bukkake] [anal] [vaginal] [breastfeeding] [cheating] [sleep sex]

LAMMY’S PRIVATE NIGHT WITH PARAPPA

Late one rather deceptively peaceful and unassuming night in Parappa Town, Parappa had just gotten back to his stepsister Lammy’s apartment and was completely exhausted, red in the face and gasping for breath…much to Lammy’s unpleasant surprise when she looked up from her dishwashing duties in the kitchen and saw him shambling through the living room like a zombie.

“Oh my god, Parappa, you poor thing…tell me, who did you get in a fight with THIS time?” Lammy ran over to Parappa and asked him worriedly, squatting down to match his embarrassingly short body height, hugging him lovingly, cradling him in her arms like a precious little baby and giving him a sugary-sweet kiss on the cheek, causing him to blush immensely.

“No no, that’s not what happened!” Parappa humiliatedly corrected her, waving his hands nervously at her. “What happened was that Chop Chop Master Onion told me to run all the way back home on foot after tonight’s evening lesson on…well, footwork, and so now, as you can probably imagine, I’m pretty much COMPLETELY tuckered out as a result!” Parappa explained, pulling out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiping the sweat off of his forehead while Lammy pulled out a baby bottle of water from HER pocket and made the poor adorable little pup drink it for lack of any better, less demeaning alternatives at the moment.

Mei Goes to Dave & Busters; [FFFFM][Fdom][Msub][cbt][growth][huml][raceplay][self-buk][nc][bdsm]

I’ve been told that I’m a company woman to the death, and that it wasn’t necessarily a compliment or an insult. I work long, hard hours, and take my work home with me when I can. I always think two steps ahead of my supervisors, and find new, efficient ways to do my work. God forbid I ever catch anyone stealing supplies here and there; even if someone so much as opens the supply closet without leaving a form with me will receive the full, unabated, righteous fury of the company, and clean out their desks by 4pm.

I’ve been told that I have a Napoleona complex: since I’m small, slim, flat chested with no butt, I secretly feel inferior to everyone, and I have to overcompensate. The person who told me that got fired a week later for completely unrelated reasons, I hear. Missing supplies ended up in his desk or something or other. It is true that I am the smallest person in the office. Some people even say that I look like someone’s angsty teenaged daughter, what with the “radical” pixie cut that I wear.

Reese Becomes P.C.; [mT][huml][sissy][anal][gang][buk][inc][prost][exh][mast][Tdom][Msub]

It’s an excellent Sunday morning for a cum shower. A good day to get down on your knees for Sky Daddy, and let him rain his love down all over you~
Fuck, my mouth is watering now… Anyway, I hope you enjoy.

-Starla

****

My name is Reese [redacted], and I am a student at [redacted] High. I’m writing to you, today, because I fucked up, and immediately after fucking up, the world decided to fuck me over on top of it.

See, this city used to be a good, wholesome place. There were no queers, or lgbts; everyone did it the right way by waiting until they were 19 to get married, and then having children during college. We all loved Jesus, voted Republican, and knew deep down that Obama was a Muslim.

Everything changed when we got our first tranny student. He was a nasty boy named Pete (he wants us to call him Shannon, now), who started wearing eyeliner one day, and it seemed like the next, he came in wearing all women’s clothes and makeup. He even had his hair done up, too. I say he was nasty because we used to hang out a lot. He wasn’t my best friend, or anything, but we were in Scouts together, and we’ve slept in tents together before, and he didn’t tell me.

Kellyanne Meets the Congressional Black Caucus; [M(x58)F][buk][gang][oral][huml][painal][nc][celeb]

I genuinely hope this story offends you.

-Love
Starla

****

“‘Help Wanted: Tremendously Influential Politician seeking Experienced Heel. (Also, some experience in childcare)’ That’s what the advertisement read,” the aged blonde spoke to the mirror. This job was aging her rapidly, more so than she ever could have predicted. Every day, her boss sent her out in a ball and chain, on camera, for the media vultures to pry apart. Figuratively, of course. “‘I want to make you famous,’ he said. ‘You’ll be a star…’” She applied gaudy makeup to her mirthless, worn face, blowing deadpan kisses at herself.

When she came into work that morning, and everyone gave her mournful looks as if she were a cattle marching into the slaughterhouse, everything in her told her to run, and go back home. She needed this job; her family had grown used to the high life, and this job could provide that. “Evil delivered with a sweet, loving smile,” had rarely ever been seen so perfectly done outside of movies and other fiction. She was indeed a marvel of nature.

Giantess Lammy X Parappa: Big-Step-Sisterly Fuckery and Giantess Toriel X Asriel: Motherly Fuckery [Fanfictions][mF][MMFF][Fsub][Fdom][Str8][Bi][anal][bd][bdsm][bst][buk][celeb][fantasy][huml][inc][mast][Mdom][Msub][nc][oral][prost][reluc][sm][voy][shrinking][MindCont][BrainFucking]

Basically, these two are some of the absolute nastiest shit you’ll ever read in fanfiction, but the satire is so freaking hilarious and the writing quality so top-notch that it somehow makes up for it anyway.

Without spoiling anything about them, I can say with confidence that if you ever wanted to see Parappa The Rapper nakedly crawling around on the external surface of Um Jammer Lammy’s brain like Spider-Man and fucking every last square inch of it (as well as a whole multitude of other similarly hilariously wretched and disgusting things including but not limited to characters being gang-raped by the horrifically deformed Amalgamates from Undertale), you’ve come to the right place.

*”MY FUCKING LIFE…” Alphys cried, pouring the remaining contents of her bleach bottle into her favorite beaker and drinking it like a boss*

Late night drive thru [F]

The team was hungry and wanted someone to go out and fetch them some viddles from a window. I didn’t have much going on that night, the lines were running well, and my counterpart could handle things if they went sideways for a little bit. We had been goofing around down on the line, and he thought it would be hilarious to repeatedly slam my body against the stainless steel tank, making it boom across the loud production floor. It knocked me breathless and turned me on at the same time. I needed to relieve some tension, so going on a food run was the perfect solution. I took their orders and slipped into my outside clothes, just a broken pair of overalls and a tee shirt. I was feeling kinky and adventurous, and thought it might be fun to spin up some bored, late night drive thru workers. Once I got out of the parking lot at work, I shimmied my shirt off. I drove through downtown in the early morning hour, my tits bouncing unrestrained under the denim. My nipples hardened from the friction against the rough fabric. It felt exhilarating to be driving through the empty streets basically topless. I pulled up to the drive thru order board, and waited. A male voice came over the crackling speaker “Welcome to So&So’s, can I take your order?” I apologized in advance, and told him I had a pretty big order- he assured me they would have no problem filling it. I bet they won’t, I thought to myself mischievously. I read through the list of requests, and was told to pull forward for my total.
The window opened and the drive thru guy poked out his head to tell me the damage, but instead just froze. At this moment I was glad for my old beater pick up. While I usually lamented about how difficult it was to get in and out of due to it being so tall, it put me level with the drive thru window, and in the perfect position to completely flash these unsuspecting bystanders with my exposed tit. I looked back at him innocently, but he was staring at the boob that was just a short reach away. That silly broken strap had come apart again, oops! One of his co-worker buddies came up behind to see why he was just hanging out the window without saying anything. “Your friend seems to have lost his train of thought” I said with a teasing grin. They both just stood there, mouths agape, not knowing what to say. I cleared my throat and asked “How much?” and leaned closer to the window, I wanted to make sure they could hear me over all the non existent traffic noise. “Um, how much for what?” asked the older of the two. He had salt and pepper hair and a day or two’s worth of stubble on his face, not a bad looking guy at all. He was absolutely dumbstruck, I would have figured this kind of thing happened all the time, and they would be used to seeing bare breasts while handing out mocha shakes and foil paper wrapped roast beef sandwiches. I did want to spin them up a bit, and I achieved my goal, but I was curious as to how far I could take it. I put the truck in park, turned and leaned out into their window, bringing my face close to the older one. “How much…do you want to put your hands all over these big tits of mine?” I asked as I unhooked the second, unbroken strap, and rested my fun bags on the window counter. He didn’t waste any time and immediately grabbed at them with his rough hands, and placed his face between them, inhaling deeply. He rubbed his stubble against my hardened nipples, and began firmly sucking. I could feel a twinge of excitement in my lower region at the sensation. The younger of the two stood back, mouth still hanging open, unbelieving. I took pity on him and asked him to join, explaining that I had 2 tits, and I needed both of them to get sucked. I leaned in further, and grabbed hold of his belt loop, bringing him in closer to the party. They were both kneading and licking the hell out of my knockers, their heads bumping into each other in their frenzy. I reached down between them to check boner status. Oh how fun, both of them were pitching impressive tents in their corporate issued uniform trousers! I gripped the older one through the poly cotton blend, impressed with his girth, and stroked through the cloth.This quickly bored me, and I slipped my hand under his waist band, my fingers immediately made slick from the droplets of pre cum that had already escaped his circumsized fuckstick. “You have the fattest dick I have ever had in my hand” I told him, genuinely impressed. “If you guys are game, I wanna see who can shoot their load all over these big tits of mine first.” Within seconds, the both of them had dropped trou and were standing next to each other, stroking furiously. I reached down and palmed their balls, noticing the differences between the two of them. The younger guy had balls that were small and tight, and he had the porn star shaved all over look-not really my thing at all. The older of the two had more character. His sac hung down further, and he was more bearish. Quoting Goldilocks in my head, “this one is juuuust right.” Both of them were stroking with frenzy, cocks glistening. I pulled my hand off the younger one, and slipped it down my overalls so I could finger myself while they beat off together in front of me. I pinched my clit, rolled my fingertips roughly against it, slid two fingers into my hot, wet cunt. The younger guy came first, blowing his load on my right breast. I breathlessly congratulated him on winning the race. Not to be outdone, the older one leaned forward, and with a guttural moan, shot spasm after spasm of cum all over both tits, at least 3 times more than the younger. Holy shit, this guy was packing! He painted my tits white. “Fucking amazing!” I cried out at the sight of my globes covered in all that. They both stood there for a second, admiring their collaborative effort. From behind them I heard a “What the fuck?!” and saw a guy holding a tray of carefully packed carry out bags. Oh, the line cook! He didn’t get included in all the fun because he was stuck making my co-workers their orders. He looked absolutely dejected that he didn’t get to participate. “Tell you what, since you missed out on playing with my boobs, you get the grand prize. I want you to finish off this little bukkake party by giving me a facial. Would that make your night better?” I asked. He nodded in agreement, then pulled out his dick and started beating off. I leaned my face down, smearing their mingled cum all over thru drive thru counter, into my skin. He was a quick rabbit as well, and within a minute he was twitching, and I felt his sauce spurt onto my face. I smiled, and thanked them all for the great time, and asked how much I owed them for the food. “Uh, it’s on the house” they all basically said in unison. I asked for a few extra napkins to clean up a bit before I walked back into work, and drove off. The older one leaned out the window and yelled “Come again” at my taillights. “Yeah, you too” I mumbled, smiling to myself. I put my shirt back on at a stoplight, and delivered the bags to the break room, hoping they were still luke warmish. “They were getting slammed and were short handed” I mentioned to someone who noticed that the food wasn’t very hot. I stopped by the production office where my counterpart was, and sat next to him at the desk. He looked up, did a double take, noticing the glob of obvious spooge that I missed in my hair, and started laughing. I just grinned, held up 3 fingers, and handed him a sandwich.