Choose your own Adventure (TRB, ESG, Black Orchid, open for more players!)
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				Title: <strong>Choose your own Adventure (TRB, ESG, Black Orchid, open for more players!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRollingBarrel</strong> on <strong>13-10-2009, 21:19:09</strong>
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				You wake up - stretch - and look outside. It's a beautiful day; summer was at its end, and the weather had cooled down enough to be comfortable without being chilly. You look through your window and even though you can't see the sun, there's not a cloud in the sky.<br><br>A quick glance at your alarm clock reveals that you've roused yourself a few minutes before your alarm is set to go off; you figure you may as well make the most of it and get ready for your first class of the day, overcome with an unusual urge for productivity. You gather the necessary supplies - just a few books, any necessary homework already finished and stuck between pertinent pages, and go to get dressed. Your dorm-mate is absent; she had left for home yesterday, taking advantage of her lack of Friday classes to go visit with family, allowing you the luxury of sleeping naked. Once your books are in order, you go to get dressed - your bra, your favorite shirt, your shoes and socks - that's when the alarm buzzes, startling you, the thing is obnoxious even when you <em>aren't</em> asleep. Grumbling, you wander over to it and slam your hand down on it, muting it. The silence is reward enough on its own - you feel accomplished, as if you'd stuck it to the damn thing, showed it who was boss. Ready to go, you pick up your books and head out the door, hearing it lock shut behind you.<br><br>Out in the corridor, you see a few ladders set up, and most of the overhead lights have been shut off, some of the ceiling tiles missing - either shoved aside into the ceiling, or stacked up against a wall. There was going to be some heavy maintenance today, and - although you didn't see them at the moment - the janetorial staff would have knocked on your door and woken you up anyway in about an hour's time. The dorm would be locked down for about five hours - but that was okay, class would last about an hour and then you could just lounge around the quad for the rest of that time. Either way, once you left the building there would be no getting in until these guys were finished.<br><br>You head down the stairs - you live on the top floor of the dorm - and a few seconds later you're on the ground floor. The stairwell isn't insulated, it's really cold in here - colder than it ought to have been, but you can't really tell why. You emerge from the stairwell, and there's the door leading into the dorm - it's the kind that requires a key card to unlock, and you always keep yours in your wallet. You push the door open, the metal bar cool against your hand - step outside - and there, the quad laid out before you. You can see students milling/lazing about, nothing unusual. They're all pretty far away, so you don't really attract anybody's attention. You let the door swing shut behind you - <br><br>- and feel the backdraft against your legs.<br><br>You realize something is wrong - taking a deep breath, you crane your head down and realize - startled by the alarm - you'd left the dorm without anything on between your waist and your ankles. Your shirt isn't long enough to cover your pussy - anybody could see it, <em>anybody</em>, and - and, shit, without pants, you have no wallet, and no wallet means no key card, and no key card means...<br><br>You're stuck out here.<br><br>Thoughts buzz through your head as you try to figure out <em>how</em> you'd managed this miraculous feat of stupidity, and through that haze a few options come to mind and, bold as they may be, you can't help but entertain them. If you're feeling daring, you can just go with the flow and HEAD TO CLASS, but part of you wants to panic, and it might be prudent to FIND A PLACE TO HIDE.<br><br>What will you do, and how do you react to this startling revelation?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Choose your own Adventure (TRB, Chloe Milov, Asherah, open for more players!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chloe Milev</strong> on <strong>14-10-2009, 00:44:10</strong>
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				It was great not having a roommate:&nbsp; I could listen to my music loudly, study and party late without anyone complaining, and try out the cute new clothes I got without feeling self-conscious.&nbsp; I had spent late hours studying for my quiz, but feeling prepared, and with my cute long socks, sweatervest, and tie, I felt on top of the world.&nbsp; It's then that I realized I had forgotten the cute matching panties and pleated skirt...<br><br>I turned to the door, but it was closed and sealed to me.&nbsp; I just flattened myself against it for a moment, trying to cover myself with the building.&nbsp; Class was going to start soon, however, and in my heels, I would need to hustle to get there in time for the quiz.&nbsp; Attempting to recover my previous confidence, I put on a poker face and *tap tap tapped* to class at a brisk pace.<br><br>http://filefap.com/files/483791_wlxbc/Slutty-schoolgirl-on-all-fours.jpg (http://filefap.com/files/483791_wlxbc/Slutty-schoolgirl-on-all-fours.jpg)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Choose your own Adventure (TRB, Chloe Milov, Asherah, open for more players!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>14-10-2009, 10:33:15</strong>
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				Squinting, as I peer out the window.&nbsp; My head still spinning from the night before.&nbsp; Should have quit many shots back.&nbsp; &nbsp;As the day is bright with no clouds.&nbsp; Yet I don't see the sun.&nbsp; &nbsp;At least I don't have a hang over.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Turning to my closet, looking in I am torn between this cute little halter top dress in an off white.&nbsp; An going with this cute top I brought.&nbsp; Vertical stripes of navy blue an white.&nbsp; &nbsp; Undecided on those,&nbsp; I take a seat on the end of my bed. Reach for my white skechers.&nbsp; &nbsp; Setting them next to me. Reach over an open a drawer grabbing a pair of white ankle socks.&nbsp; &nbsp;Slipping them on,&nbsp; I then put on my gym shoes.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>With that I get up, hearing something out in the hallway.&nbsp; I fetch a glance in that direction.&nbsp; &nbsp;While reaching back for the outfit I decided on.&nbsp; As the clock says I better hurry.&nbsp; I am moving as I am slipping on the dress.&nbsp; &nbsp;Heading out the door in the process as I pull on the dress and adjust it.&nbsp; While closing the door with my other hand.<br><br>Rushing through the dark, as the lights are off in the hallway.&nbsp; I am struggling with the dam dress. As it doesn't want to pull down.&nbsp; &nbsp;Skip hoping two an three steps at a time.&nbsp; Down the stairwell.&nbsp; I reach the side exit an head out.&nbsp; As this door closes.&nbsp; &nbsp;I pause to see what is wrong with the dress.&nbsp; When I realize I have grabbed he dam top an not the dress.&nbsp; An what more, I forgot to put on panties.&nbsp; Let alone I didn't even grab my book bag.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Quickly spinning then,&nbsp; I turn around to open the door.&nbsp; It is locked, a moment panic.&nbsp; I go to head around to the front and head back in there.&nbsp; &nbsp; When I notice before leaving.&nbsp; The sign on the door.&nbsp; The dorm would be closed today because of maintenance work.&nbsp; &nbsp;Arrrgh I think, as I hear people coming.&nbsp; I take off racing across the lawn.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Think, think, I say to myself.&nbsp; What am I going to do.&nbsp; Hell I don't even have my I.D or anything else.&nbsp; <br><br>(http://www.geocities.com/witchy692003/bottomless2.jpg)<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Choose your own Adventure (TRB, Chloe Milov, Asherah, open for more players!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRollingBarrel</strong> on <strong>14-10-2009, 21:54:26</strong>
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				<strong>CHLOE MILEV:</strong><br><br>You decide that, regardless of your state of undress, your classes are far more important than your pride - all you can do is hope that nobody makes <em>too</em> great a deal over it.<br><br>Maybe that's too much to ask for, though.<br><br>As you cross the quad towards your next class, going as briskly as your heels will allow, you <em>know</em> that your peers are staring at you. Some of them are awed into silence, but most of them are far less subtle and start wolf-whistling at you. Okay, fine, let them do that - you have your own fair share of issues, even though you feel heat rush up to your face. Being on display like this was hardly your choice.<br><br>As you continue on your way, however, a male student steps in your path, deliberately blocking you off; you try to side-step, but he's persistent and doesn't get out of your way. His gaze flickers constantly between your face and your pussy (you can tell), and it's apparent that he wants something of you, for good or ill.<br><br>"This is a no-nudity zone," He says at last, with some modicum of forced authority; he's of average height and build, maybe a little larger than you but hardly intimidating. If he's in any position to enforce rules, he's probably not very good at his job - but more likely than not he's faking it. You suspect he's trying to worm his way into one of those corny porno situations - a thought that's confirmed when he adds, "I'm afraid there's going to be a certain...<em>fine</em> for breaking the rules."<br><br>Jesus.<br><br>You know if you concede to him, he won't be the last person to take advantage of you here; there's an entire quad full of students that might man (or woman) up after seeing this guy take action, but...there's no denying it'd be an experience. You can PLAY ALONG if you feel like it, but keep in mind that you still have that quiz to take, so it may be better to just IGNORE HIM AND GO ON YOUR WAY...<br><br><strong>ASHERAH:</strong><br><br>Crap! You have no way of proving who you are, no way of getting back into your dorm, and hell, you don't even have any of your supplies for class. People are drawing nearer, you can hear them chatting together - they haven't noticed you yet, so you're still home free...for now, anyway. You need to find somewhere to hide, and fast!<br><br>You dash around the back of your dorm building - find, to your relief, that nobody is loitering around there. You're safe, mostly...except there's a road bordering the rear of the building, and the only thing separating the two is a wrought iron fence. It's not exactly the best cover, but the road is (currently) empty and it'll have to do for now. It gives you enough time to stop and think, to try and figure out a better place for you to hide.<br><br>You remember that there's an enclosed area near here - a bench surrounded by bushes tall enough where, if you were to sit down, all anybody would see would be your top half. Thanks to the way the bushes have been planted, the only way for anybody to find out you were bottomless would be if somebody entered it, which they might not do, but you're still open for risk.<br><br>Or...there are some porta-potties, which are completely secure and would keep you from being found at all. The problem? Well, first, they're porta-potties and they'd absolutely reek, and second, they were halfway across campus. You'd be able to get there, but the chances of being seen are incredibly high. So do you choose to GO FOR THE BENCH, or will you HEAD TO THE PORTA-POTTIES?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Choose your own Adventure (TRB, Chloe Milov, Asherah, open for more players!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>15-10-2009, 01:10:29</strong>
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				Think where to go.&nbsp; &nbsp;A glance around,&nbsp; no one is about.&nbsp; I have safe haven for the moment. But it will not last.&nbsp; I know this, so think.&nbsp; &nbsp;I tell myself.&nbsp; &nbsp;Oh the porta-potties,&nbsp; I can hide in them.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Wait there across town.&nbsp; It'll be a risk, but worth it.&nbsp; An what the heck the worse I streak bottomless across the campus.<br><br>Turning then I start to take off.&nbsp; When it hits me,&nbsp; no wait the bench.&nbsp; &nbsp;Slowing with that thought flashing.&nbsp; I calculate my chances.&nbsp; <br><br>The bench it is closer.&nbsp; &nbsp;I take off again,&nbsp; heading to the wrought iron fence.&nbsp; &nbsp;I leap and grab the top of it.&nbsp; As I go to climb over it.&nbsp; Instead of running down to the opening.&nbsp; &nbsp;Vaunting over the top.&nbsp; I land on the other side.&nbsp; &nbsp;A moment to catch my balance an then taking off again heading to the bench. As I cross the road. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Choose your own Adventure (TRB, Chloe Milov, Asherah, open for more players!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chloe Milev</strong> on <strong>15-10-2009, 02:42:21</strong>
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				I wanted people to notice me today, but this is definitely too much attention.&nbsp; I'm just glad it's wolf-whistles and not horror.&nbsp; When officer modesty steps in the way, I'm actually a little frustrated at being blocked.&nbsp; Can't he see I'm obviously in a hurry.&nbsp; I almost have to smile at the awkwardness, however, and the last line actually breaks some of the tension hanging over me.<br><br>Looking around, with everyone within eyeshot staring at me, a manage to muster more confidence than him.&nbsp; "Oh, so are you gonna give me your pants then?&nbsp; That would clear everything up."&nbsp; But without waiting for a flabbergasted reply, I brush past him, "Get out of my way, I have classes."&nbsp; It was tempting to play along for the sheer corniness of it, but I'm a busy girl, and I'm not failing for this chump.<br><br><strong>[Ignore and move on]</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Choose your own Adventure (TRB, Chloe Milov, Asherah, open for more players!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRollingBarrel</strong> on <strong>16-10-2009, 00:24:02</strong>
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				<strong>ASHERAH:</strong><br><br>The bench is a much sounder option - it's closer, and it definitely smells better. You still have to go through some populated areas to reach it, but with any luck, you won't be seen. You dash across the street, your sneakers slapping the pavement, each impact jarring up your legs - you can feel the breeze rushing against you, caressing parts of your body that aren't used to feeling so...so <em>free</em>. It's odd - you're not entirely sure if this thrills you or not, but that's something you can figure out when the experience is said and done.<br><br>At the other side of the street, you can see the break in two of the buildings that signifies the bench, inset into the gap; you can't see the bench itself from here, however, but you know it's there and you're home free - <br><br>- except you would have to go past the storefront separating you from the bench to reach it. This store - a family-owned Staples-type place, perfect for the student low on printing ink - has a broad, open front window, and only somebody completely ignorant wouldn't notice you streaking by.<br><br>It's early yet, so there's always the possibility that the store isn't open, but you also have to contend with the opposite side of the street, which is similarly lined with all sorts of stores - restaurants, electronics places, general stores, the works.<br><br>Ah! A second option comes to mind: there are a series of alleys running behind the building that would eventually lead around and back to the bench. It's a longer path and definitely more secluded, but who knows what vagrants lurk back there...?<br><br>So, do you want to chance GOING PAST THE STOREFRONT and risk being seen, or do you want to TAKE THE ALLEYS and potentially cross paths with some ne'er do well?<br><br><strong>CHLOE MILEV:</strong><br><br>This guy clearly isn't worth your time; you scoot around him, turning your shoulder towards him in case he tries to cut you off again. However - you hear multiple light, clicking sounds - and a bright flash of light from beside you clues you in. People have smartened up! They've taken out their cell phones and are taking pictures, for their own devious purposes. This may well make it a new ball game, but...<br><br>...but, no, if you were going to go to class without anything on from the waist down, then there was no point in somebody trying to blackmail you. And if they use it to jerk off? Fine, that's just a compliment. Let 'em take their pictures.<br><br>With an indignant sniff, you cross the rest of the quad without being stopped, although people <em>do</em> notice and more cell phones are whipped out as you pass (and the occasional cock, and as tempting as it is to stare in turn as these random schmucks jerk off, that quiz is far more important).<br><br>Every step you take, though, you feel a little more brazen; you hadn't really planned on showing off your vagina to everybody who looked your way, but nothing bad had really come of it...yet.<br><br>At last, the building is in front of you - with a snort you realize this is a biology class you'll be sitting in on. You figure nobody in the class would anticipate you bringing this <em>much</em> biology with you. It's an auditorium-styled room, too, so all you had to do was take the door near the rear of the room - sneak into the back, slip into a seat, and none of your classmates would be the wiser. The halls are empty, fortunately, and you reach the doors in question - ease them open - look around - <br><br>- a quick glance reveals that the entire top row of seats is completely filled. Hell, even the next few rows down - not a single opening, and what's worse is that you don't even <em>recognize</em> most of these students. Nobody has noticed you just yet, and your professor is still setting up for the day with his back to you.<br><br>You only have a couple options...you can either ASK ONE OF THE NEARBY STUDENTS FOR THEIR SEAT, or just say fuck it and HEAD TOWARDS ONE OF THE OPEN SEATS NEAR THE FRONT. Either way, somebody's going to notice you, and there's no saying what one of the students up here might ask for in return...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Choose your own Adventure (TRB, Chloe Milov, Asherah, open for more players!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>16-10-2009, 01:30:59</strong>
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				Bracing my hands just above my knees.&nbsp; As I catch my breath.&nbsp; I am so out of shape.&nbsp; Well at least this morning.&nbsp; The near all nighter taking its toll with all this exertion.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>As I posture thusly, I weigh my options.&nbsp; A printing office store, an then other shops across the street.&nbsp; &nbsp;They bar my way.&nbsp; For in order to get to my choice of hiding place.&nbsp; &nbsp;I am going to have to go past.&nbsp; A risk and a big one.&nbsp; &nbsp;No wait I can cut through the alley ways.&nbsp; &nbsp;It be longer but more secluded.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>I don't want to run.&nbsp; That is any farther then I have to.&nbsp; It is a great risk.&nbsp; But I choose to cross in front of the store.&nbsp; &nbsp;Rocking back in my sneakers.&nbsp; I ready myself like a sprinter ready to bolt out an race past.&nbsp; Hopefully with no one noticing me.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>I take off, my heart beating fast.&nbsp; My sneakers pounding the ground.&nbsp; &nbsp;As I bolt out and begin racing past the stores.&nbsp; <br><br>So far it has not come to her, to head to class.&nbsp; Lord knows she cannot afford to blow off anymore classes.&nbsp; Her partying has already taken her to the limit.&nbsp; Not only in what is allowed.&nbsp; But with the patience of her professors.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Choose your own Adventure (TRB, Chloe Milov, Asherah, open for more players!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chloe Milev</strong> on <strong>17-10-2009, 01:46:50</strong>
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				<em>Right, almost forgot about that.</em>&nbsp; Everyone <em>has a camera on their phone nowadays.&nbsp; Well, hello youtube...</em><br><br>I muster as much dignity as I can and quickly walk through the crowds to class.&nbsp; It's a relief to finally be inside, but since when is the auditorium ever full?&nbsp; It must be everyone in class for the quiz.<br><br>*Sigh*&nbsp; Asking someone for their seat would only bring <em>more</em> attention to myself, so I just crouch slightly and trot into an open seat near the front, getting my notebook and pencil from my little backpack.&nbsp; Crossing my legs, I'm still weirdly aware of my body, and just hope the professor doesn't look up too closely at the class.<br><br><strong>[Open seat in front]</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Choose your own Adventure (TRB, Chloe Milov, Asherah, open for more players!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRollingBarrel</strong> on <strong>17-10-2009, 09:12:44</strong>
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				<strong>ASHERAH:</strong><br><br>There's no time to waste; even if you took the back alleys there's a chance somebody could see you, and the longer you spend exposed like this, the more likely it is for somebody to see you. It's better to chance making a break for the bench. After a second's hesitation, you dash along the sidewalk, keeping your head down (hopefully your hair will obscure your face in case anyone <em>does</em> see you), and finally the bench itself comes into view - <br><br>- only for you to find somebody already sitting there.<br><br>You drop a curse, and though you meant to keep it inside your head, you get the strange feeling that you actually <em>said</em> it, because the person sitting on the bench wrinkles his nose before actually looking up at you.<br><br>He's your age, probably a couple years younger - if he's in college, he'd be a freshman, and he looks pretty okay - he's got a big frame but it's easy to tell that he's not ripped or even toned, though he hasn't really let himself go, either. He's got a roundish face and a bulbous nose, but striking, blue eyes - you don't really consider him gorgeous, but he was still good looking.<br><br>He glances up at you after you curse, and you see his eyebrows shoot up, his mouth curling into a steep frown.<br><br>"Well," he says, "you don't see this every day."<br><br>"Please," you beg. "I need the bench - I need to hide."<br><br>"And I need to sit down," the man replies, leaning back against the bench and snorting. "The supplies place doesn't open for another hour and I have nowhere else to go. Besides," he adds, "I <em>like</em> this bench."<br><br>"But..." You draw a deep breath - you consider telling him your story, but on some reflection you realize just how far-fetched it would be. Would he buy the "I forgot my dress and panties?" story, or just brush you off? You can't tell if he's gotten hard off you or not, but...<br><br>Before you can say anything else, the man grunts and lets his eyes drift southwards, casually admiring your pussy. "Well, I guess I can share the bench, but I won't let you sit here for nothing." He glances away, looking off into the distance - towards the college. "If you're not going to do what I ask, then get out of here."<br><br>What - what a jerk! Still, sharing the bench was better than not having it at all and it's a miracle that nobody else has seen you yet. You stop to think for a second...you don't know if you could force him out, so, perhaps a compromise is in order. With a grimace, you ask, "What do you want me to do?"<br><br>"I have an hour," he repeats, looking almost bored - though you can see his eyes darting back to you (your vagina) every once in a while. "You sit here, and I get to play with that wonderful flower of yours, however I want, either until I get bored or until the store opens." After a pause, he adds, "And don't worry, I won't try to rape you. No point in getting in trouble."<br><br>He was just grubbing for everything he could get at this point, and this situation was already bad enough...when you realize, with a lurching sensation of dread, that you were dangerously close to flunking the class you were supposed to be preparing for. Too many nights of partying hard have left you with only a handful of allowable skips left - but you're not sure exactly how many, and for all you know (panic rising up into your throat), you might have already used your last one up.<br><br>Crap.<br><br>So, do you want to RETURN TO CAMPUS and try your best to make it to class, or do you want to TAKE THE GUY'S OFFER and sit down on the bench, hoping to God, Allah, the Flying Spaghetti Monster and any other imaginable deities that you won't flunk the class if you miss it?<br><br><strong>CHLOE MILEV:</strong><br><br>Though the camera phone thing still irritates you (you'd have to see if you could do something about that later, but what, exactly, you have no idea), you've managed to sneak into the front of the auditorium without anybody noticing...or at least, nobody letting on that they'd noticed. Either way. It wasn't your peers you were worried about...it was the professor. Even though the desk actively hid everything worth seeing, all it would take was a little attentiveness on his part to realize that there was too much skin showing; it was one of those ones with the chair and desk bolted into the floor, although for all intents and purposes they were two separate units. If he looked at you from either too far to the left or too far to the right, he would see your bare legs, and the jig would absolutely without a doubt be up.<br><br>Public nudity wasn't illegal nowadays, but the college still had a minimum dress requirement, and you could only imagine what sort of administrative hell would come if the professor noticed.<br><br>The professor in question was middle-aged and of average build; he wore a tan suit and had dark brown hair that started to pepper around the edges. He wore narrow, rectangular glasses on his pointed nose, and, well, he was a pretty okay guy despite his appearance, but you didn't know him that intimately. He was just a professor, you were just a student, and there had never been any beef between either of you.<br><br>You shift your weight, the wooden seat uncomfortable against your bare ass. Every passing moment is a terrible reminder of how much of you can be seen at any given moment, and...<br><br>The professor turns around, apparently finished with his preparations. His eyes pass over the assembled students, a calm frown set onto his jaw, and you bunch your shoulders up, hoping he doesn't notice, oh <em>please</em> don't notice...and then he's looking away from you, and you let out a breath you hadn't known you'd been holding. <br><br>"Good morning," He says, bouncing on his heels and folding his arms behind him. "My students will have realized by now that we have some extras sitting in with us; Professor Snodgrass has had to leave for a family emergency, so I will be teaching his class alongside mine. If you have any problems, feel free to talk to my secretary." He cracks a smile now, and a low wave of laughter rolls through the students, though most of it (you can tell) is forced and polite. As cute as the joke was, it's too early to properly enjoy it (and you have your own reasons for letting loose a quiet, nervous laugh).<br><br>Without any further small talk, he points to a board near the front of the room with twelve quiestions scribbled onto it - the quiz. For at least a half hour, you're just a student, and you forget all about your awkward situation, allowing yourself to get lost in the test. It's not so much that the subject is fascinating (it's not) as it is that it provides some modicum of escape from...<br><br>You realize, dimly, that the professor had said something, and suddenly you're plopped back down into reality, the utter thrill of writing about microbes and vegetable cells and whatnot sliding away from you like an ice cube drifting across a counter. And when the professor calls your name, your stomach does flip-flops. You glance up at him, taking a deep gulp (your throat and lips have suddenly gone dry) and point at yourself, saying (whispering), "Me?"<br><br>"You," he says, pointing in your direction. "Just what do you think you're doing?"<br><br>...shit.<br><br>"I, uh." You swallow, glance left, right, left again, but your peers - those who are nearest you and have noticed your 'condition' - keep their attention rapt on either you or the professor, waiting to see what unfolds next. "I'm - not sure what you're talking about."<br><br>The professor sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose, shaking his head. "You know very well what I'm talking about, miss. Just what the hell were you thinking?"<br><br>You swallow again, but your throat has gone dry, leading you to swallow again. It works no better the second time, but, your mind races, whirls, as you try to think up some way out of this predicament...<br><br>"Miss, I want you to stand up," the professor says, voice stern. "Stand up and join me at the front of the room."<br><br>Your mind is racing, going almost too fast for you to keep up with - your first instinct is to bolt, run and run and find someplace to hide, but the professor seems to anticipate this and says, "There won't be any trouble if you do as I say."<br><br>It's possible he's telling the truth, but you're not entirely sure...but running...you glance over your shoulder, looking through the field of your peers, and see the door all the way up at the top of the auditorium. You could bolt, be out of here, gone, but the professor knows your name, and all you really have to know that you won't get in trouble is his word.<br><br>Do you want to DO AS HE SAYS and go towards the front of the room, granting everybody in the room (including the professor) a free look at your vagina? Or do you want to GET OUT OF HERE, hoping that nothing bad will happen, even though you know it probably will...?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Choose your own Adventure (TRB, Chloe Milov, Asherah, open for more players!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>17-10-2009, 09:49:09</strong>
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				Sweet success is found.&nbsp; Crossing in front of the stores.&nbsp; No one even notices me go by.&nbsp; &nbsp;Luck is with me, I am home free.&nbsp; &nbsp;Well that is what&nbsp; I thought right before I entered the little circle of bushes and the bench in the middle.&nbsp; &nbsp;In which&nbsp; I ran straight into this guy.&nbsp; &nbsp;A freshman more then likely.&nbsp; &nbsp;His eyes have blatantly roved and stared at my vagina.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Weighing his offer,&nbsp; I am also still bothered with school.&nbsp; &nbsp;I cannot miss it.&nbsp; I still have time thou to get to my first class.&nbsp; Plus I need time to think.&nbsp; How, am I going ot get back to campus. And then across it to&nbsp; the hall with my first class of the day.&nbsp; <br><br>The burning sensation in my lungs.&nbsp; To many cigarettes last night also.&nbsp; I don't normally smoke.&nbsp; But when doing shots an steady stream of rum and cokes.&nbsp; &nbsp;I tend to be a social smoker with the drinking.&nbsp; A chain one at that.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Looking to the guy.&nbsp; &nbsp;Not too bad looking, seems clean.&nbsp; An whats the worse he can do.&nbsp; &nbsp;I mean he said he ain't going to rape me.&nbsp; So he'll get his jolly off, by&nbsp; copping a feel of my vagina for a bit.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>With that last thought, I plop down on the bench then.&nbsp; I look to him then, as I address him.<br><br><em>"Alright its a deal dude."</em><br><br>At that moment I wonder if he has a car.&nbsp; <em>"Do you have a car dude?"</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Choose your own Adventure (TRB, Chloe Milov, Asherah, open for more players!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chloe Milev</strong> on <strong>17-10-2009, 19:30:20</strong>
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				Relieved that I can continue with class uninterrupted, I can actually relax a bit.&nbsp; During the test, I actually forget about this morning, grateful I have something else to concentrate on.&nbsp; The tension comes back with a shock, however, twisting my stomach in a knot when I'm singled out.<br><br><em>Why....</em><br><br>I stand <strong>doing as he says</strong>, taking my quiz with me, and carry it low, covering my groin.&nbsp; Everyone still sees my ass as I approach the front to stand next to the professor and turn around, trying not to look at the two classes staring at me as I attempt to contain some modesty with my sheet.&nbsp; I can't even ask what he's planning, unsure of my ability to speak at the moment.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Choose your own Adventure (TRB, Chloe Milov, Asherah, open for more players!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRollingBarrel</strong> on <strong>17-10-2009, 20:58:10</strong>
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				<strong>ASHERAH:</strong><br><br>Your quote-unquote benefactory scoots over, and you take your seat beside him, folding your hands in your lap and pressing your legs together. Almost immediately, though, his hand snakes over to you, coming to a rest on your exposed thigh. For a moment, you wonder what he wants (because he's giving off that air) before you remember your agreement; in exchange for your spot on the bench, you have to let him have fun with you. Gulping, you spread your legs apart enough for him to reach between them, and you feel his fingers go to work. He strokes you, slow, gentle motions, thumbing the top of your slit, coaxing your clitoris out of hiding. You shudder - he's experienced despite his age, his fingers moving with serene purpose. It feels...<em>good</em>, but at the same time you're keenly aware that you're only in this situation out of necessity, and you're not entirely doing this willingly. That dichotomy, for one reason or another, just makes you hotter, wetter, and already you yearn for more but don't dare vocalize it.<br><br>Instead - an idea pops into your head, and you glance over at the man. "Do you have a car, dude?" You ask. A car would solve (most of) your problems - you'd be able to get back to campus without being seen by anyone else, and then you'd be able to get to class...it wouldn't solve your lack-of-pants issue, but one step at a time.<br><br>"A car? I might." He continues to stroke you, and you feel a jolt of pleasure as he starts to push into you. "It depends on how well you do here over the next hour, I guess. Why does it matter?"<br><br>You resist the urge to huff, remembering that nobody who might pass by can see how exposed you are, and that you could be stuck out there. "I - I need to get to class," you say - you're not sure how well you'd be able to lie, the world already gone topsy-turvy like this, making it hard to concentrate. "I'm not sure if I can afford to miss it."<br><br>"I know how that's like," he replies. <br><br>You wait a beat, to see if he's going to say anything else; when he doesn't, you pick up where you left off. "It's not for a little while, and it's not very far - I just want to get there without being, you know - " you gasp as he finally slides a finger into you, but by now you're plenty wet and it goes in smoothly. " - s-seen."<br><br>"Mmm." He crooks his head to the side, keeping his attention elsewhere - though you still see him glance at you on occasion, at the cleft between your legs. "Well, I <em>suppose</em> I could drive you...it's not like I have much to do right now. But when you got there, you'd still have to deal with the fact that you wouldn't be wearing any pants. Not that I care, I'd at least get a great look at your ass as you walked away."<br><br>You bite your lower lip; he's right, of course, you may get to class on time but you'd still be half-naked. Still...he slides another finger into you, and <em>man</em>, he manages to stroke you just right, and for reasons you can't quite grasp, an idea crosses your mind.<br><br>"You - could you - " You shudder again. "Could you - lend me - your pants?"<br><br>He purses his lips, considering it...you hope against hope that he's humane enough to do that much for you without asking for something in return. But just as he's about to answer (you see his mouth open, his tongue starting to work, funny how all the little details are standing out now), you hear footsteps approaching from the left - and around the corner steps another person, a little older than your companion. Folded over this newcomer's arm is a blue apron; you see a wrinkled white logo on the front, and you don't need to be able to see it that well to know it belongs to the supply shop.<br><br>"Hey, Fred," the man sitting next to you says, raising an arm at the passerby. "You're opening today, huh?"<br><br>"Oh, hey there!" Fred stops in his tracks and waves at your buddy. He's far enough away that you hope he can't see everything, but even then, your friend's fingers are still at work, and it's hard to keep from moaning and oh man it would be so easy to give it all away. "Yeah, I wasn't planning on it, but the boss got a nasty bug from his kid, so it'll just be me for a few hours. Why don't you come on in? Once I get the register set up, I can ring you up, and there's no reason to leave you out here like this."<br><br>"Cool." He nods, a grin flitting across his face. "Mind if I bring along my friend here?"<br><br>Your eyes shoot wide open; no, no, that wasn't part of the deal! You want to tell him this, to shut him down outright, but your mouth doesn't seem to work right, and before you really can, Fred says, "Sure, I don't see why not, Jack. Just keep an eye on her, okay?"<br><br>"You got it. We'll be right there, Fred." Your benefactor - Jack - finally looks at you directly as Fred continues past, going towards the supplies store. "Here's how I see it," Jack says, and you're not sure if you like his tone of voice. "With Fred doing me this solid, I can go in, get my shopping done, and then we can see about getting you some pants. And no, I'm not giving you mine."<br><br>"But - "<br><br>"<em>However</em>," Jack continues, "I would help you get some...if you do what I tell you."<br><br>You whimper, his touch is sooo good, and, well, he's offering a little help at least...<br><br>"Come with me into the store," Jack says. "You'll be my personal shopping cart, and don't you dare try to hide yourself from Fred. He's good people, so he won't spread the word and won't take advantage of you if I tell him not to, but he's my buddy and we have to watch out for each other. Do this, and I'll drive you to the nearest clothes place. From there, I'll drive you to class, and all three of us are winners today."<br><br>"And if I don't...?" You ask.<br><br>"If you don't...enjoy the bench and I'll catch you around, I guess." Jack shrugs. He stands up, but doesn't remove his fingers from inside you. "It's your call."<br><br>Ugh. Men could never make it easy, could they? You could FOLLOW JACK INTO THE STORE and do as he says, which guarantees a pair of pants somewhere down the line, or you can STAY ON THE BENCH and see if you can find your own way.<br><br><strong>CHLOE MILEV:</strong><br><br>The professor sizes you up, but rather than looking angry, he seems...disappointed, almost. Like he'd expected better of you. You can feel <em>everyone's</em> eyes on you, both classes of students, and you fidget under their combined gaze. Even though you're not looking at anybody directly, you can tell they're getting the most out of this that they can.<br><br>"Is this some sort of sorority prank?" The professor asks, though it seems largely rhetorical. "Honestly, what were you thinking, coming to class like this?"<br><br>Your mind races - trying to think of something to say, should you tell the truth, or should you lie? Would he buy either one? Did it matter? Oh God, what would happen to you? But even as you scrabble for purchase, trying to sort out what to say, to do from here, your brain latches onto something. Before you realize it, you blurt, "Sociology experiment."<br><br>This gives the professor some pause. "I'm sorry?"<br><br>"It's a sociology experiment," you continue, and you're still thinking at like a million miles an hour, but now that you've forwarded an excuse, it's so easy to continue and your voice works almost on its own volition. "I've got a term paper due next month and I wanted to see how people reacted to a woman in my position and how it changed their everyday routines. The results have been fascinating so far, and this instance alone will net me two or three full pages."<br><br>Wow, that was pretty slick of you. Despite the fact that all that was separating you from complete indecency was a single sheet of paper, you feel pride welling up into your chest, your ears buzzing.<br><br>By now, a low wave of chatter had risen up amongst the students, mumbling to each other about - well, you. And a quick look at the professor's face tells you that he's not entirely sure he buys it; he's a learned man, after all, and he didn't really have a reputation for being gullible. But...stranger still, he shrugs and says, "Very well, though I'd have appreciated it if you'd told me sooner."<br><br>He so doesn't believe you. So why...?<br><br>"But the least I could do is help your experiment along," he continues, and you feel a knot of dread inside you, heavy and hot. To add to this feeling, he says, "I'll take your quiz from you now; you can finish it after class in my office. And if you would please sit on that table over there? I think this will be a good experiment for me to run, too - to test how well my students can concentrate. Just be sure to keep your legs open, okay?"<br><br>He points at the table in question, situated almost in the middle of the room, where everyone would have a good look at you - and the fact that he's, he's asking you to expose yourself like this...<br><br>"Of course, if it turns out you're making this up, then I'm afraid I'll have to take your test as it is and send you on your way." The professor's tone is casual, as if - as if he didn't really care, either way, and that unnerves you.<br><br>What will you do? Will you GIVE HIM THE TEST AND SIT ON THE TABLE, where both classes will have a clear view of your vagina? Or will you FESS UP, and be forced to leave without the chance for making up the test? Not to mention he's offering you a modicum of shelter afterwards if you keep your facade up...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Choose your own Adventure (TRB, Chloe Milov, Asherah, open for more players!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>17-10-2009, 21:35:58</strong>
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				I naturally clench my thighs together, when I take my seat on the bench.&nbsp; I can feel the skip of my heart lurch within my bosom.&nbsp; &nbsp; When he sets his hand upon my thigh.&nbsp; Without realizing it, my legs splay open for him.&nbsp; A sense of anticipation suddenly comes over me&nbsp; &nbsp;A soft quiver sparks my bottom lip. Suppressing it, by drawing my upper lip down as if an overbite.&nbsp; &nbsp;It is then I realize I have been holding my breath.&nbsp; His fingers now work in earnest in stimulating me.&nbsp; <br><br>It is torture, truly torture.&nbsp; &nbsp;I cannot let out a cry or even the smallest of gasps.&nbsp; I struggle with this.&nbsp; I cannot let him know I am enjoying this.<br><br>Whoa, did&nbsp; I just think to myself that I am enjoying this.&nbsp; As this shocking revelation comes to me.&nbsp; He eludes to the car.&nbsp; That he indeed has one.&nbsp; &nbsp;As we go back an forth on this.&nbsp; It is a surreal conversation.&nbsp; Getting fondled on a public bench exposed like I am.&nbsp; Thankfully the bushes hide what is happening.&nbsp; It is my shield guardian right now.&nbsp; <br><br>His finger suddenly pushes in,&nbsp; catching me off guard.&nbsp; I squirm in response.&nbsp; Lose all thought of conversation.&nbsp; As I struggle not to whimper in delight.&nbsp; Not lost in the fact, is I am aroused and wet.&nbsp; Working to regain my train of thought.&nbsp; I do not notice the other approach near the bench and bushes.&nbsp; He does not enter.&nbsp; It is the store clerk,&nbsp; he knows the guy here.&nbsp; Fred is his name.&nbsp; &nbsp;I follow the conversation that ensues, in half awareness.&nbsp; For the other half of my conscious thought. Begs to pleading what ever divine power watches over us.&nbsp; Keeps Fred at a distance and that he has not notice what his friend is doing with me.&nbsp; <br><br>When all of a sudden I am totally jolted out of that half awareness to conversation.&nbsp; &nbsp;As this dude eludes I would be coming into the store along with him.&nbsp; &nbsp;I nearly pee myself with this.&nbsp; &nbsp;So startled in the moment.&nbsp; A sense of panic raising up within me.&nbsp; While still, I struggle not to let out a moan.&nbsp; <br><br>Jack turns to look at me.&nbsp; Having learned his name now with my full attention.&nbsp; As Fred walks past heading to the store to open it up.&nbsp; &nbsp;I manage to get out a 'but' in response.&nbsp; &nbsp; It is half hearted, for it feels so good.&nbsp; So much so, I finally lose my battle of holding it back and let out a soft whimper of delight.&nbsp; <br><br>I query if&nbsp; I don't.&nbsp; &nbsp;Nothing he leaves me here.&nbsp; To get to the other side of campus on my own.&nbsp; &nbsp;If I go in with him.&nbsp; &nbsp;He will give me a ride and see about finding me pants to put on.&nbsp; &nbsp;Weighing the two options.&nbsp; &nbsp; I give a nod of acquiescing to his wish here.&nbsp; &nbsp;As I softly let it out verbal response.&nbsp; &nbsp;In such a way that I fear others are lurking right behind the hedge of the bushes that encircle us.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"Alright Jack I will come in with you."</em><br><br>The store is not really open yet.&nbsp; So only Fred will see me hopefully.&nbsp; &nbsp;I can live with that.&nbsp; An this works out better as I truly will get to class on time.&nbsp; &nbsp;I tell myself in that moment.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"Oooh."</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Choose your own Adventure (TRB, Chloe Milov, Asherah, open for more players!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chloe Milev</strong> on <strong>17-10-2009, 22:09:53</strong>
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				Glad to have some justification for myself, no matter how slight, I feel a little bit better.&nbsp; If I could just convince <em>myself</em> it was all an objective experiment, I could turn it all into a sort of out-of-body experience.&nbsp; Maybe I will write this up after all.&nbsp; Trying to ignore my own embarrassment, I <strong>give the professor my test and sit on the table</strong>.&nbsp; With my knees hanging over, I lean back and spread my thighs, letting the lights fully expose myself.&nbsp; I can't help but scan the room to see how many are taking their tests, and like the professor said, how many can't help but stare.<br><br>I was just trying to take his test!&nbsp; He'd better give me extra credit for interrupting me.&nbsp; Being all exposed like this, I'm not sure if I feel more like a biological exhibit or a sex show, like I'm supposed to be masturbating for them all.&nbsp; I shudder and try to simply feel bored, watching everyone else finish their tests.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Choose your own Adventure (TRB, Chloe Milov, Asherah, open for more players!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRollingBarrel</strong> on <strong>18-10-2009, 09:15:46</strong>
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				<strong>ASHERAH:</strong><br><br>Jack waits for you to stand up - he doesn't take his fingers out of you, and he starts to walk out of the bushes, leading you along by your pussy. He doesn't stop, doesn't see if you're alone on the street, but you're fortunate; it's empty. Fred has already vanished inside the shop, and you take a nervous gulp of air as Jack opens the door and goes inside, pulling you along with him.<br><br>The place is quiet and all of the lights haven't been turned on; you're familiar with the shop, you've been here a few times before, and it's a quaint little place; a few aisles, and near the front is a cash register. The aisles are lined with all sorts of school supplies...bundles of printing paper, automatic pencils, calculators, rulers - it even has all sorts of crazy architectural measuring stuff, and you're not sure what most of that really does. Convenient for every student between the ages of five and twenty-three. The floor is carpeted, and there's a room in the back where you can hear Fred humming something to himself.<br><br>"So I can just start picking out what I need, right?" Jack ventures, speaking loudly enough for Fred to hear.<br><br>"Go for it, man," Fred replies. "I'll be with you in a sec."<br><br>"Cool." At last, Jack releases his hold on you; he wipes his fingers off on his shirt and motions for you to follow him. You fall into step behind him as he leads you into the printing supplies section; he pulls out a list from his back pocket and unfolds it, reading down the lines and furrowing his brow. "It's not <em>too</em> long," he murmurs. He cranes his head back, scrutinizing the shelves before him - lined with a decent selection of ink cartridges, you realize. After a moment, he mutters a quiet "aha!" and pulls a box down from the shelf.<br><br>"Hold this," He says, thrusting the box at you without so much as looking your way - he's not even asking, that asshole. You take it from him anyway, snorting...and just as Jack turns to continue on his hunt, he stops and says, "No. I told you to <em>hold</em> it."<br><br>You feel your eyes go wide and do a double-take. "I <em>am</em> holding it."<br><br>"No, genius. Not in your hands."<br><br>"What, then? In my mouth?"<br><br>"I told you out there, you'd be my personal shopping cart." Jack rolled his eyes and reached down, rubbing his fingers against your pussy again. "Hold it in your vagina. Jesus Christ. Go on - spread those little lips of yours and slide it right inside. You'll hold everything I'm picking up inside you until I'm ready to get rung up. Unless," he adds, giving you a sideways glance, "you'd rather go out on your own?"<br><br>What do you want to do? Do you want to KEEP FOLLOWING JACK and start stuffing yourself with whatever supplies he needs? He hasn't disclosed his full list to you yet, so you have no idea what else he might ask of you, and he might if you agree to his terms. Alternatively, you could SAY FUCK IT and get out of here. There's only so much a girl can take, after all...just keep in mind, if you decide to follow Jack, be sure to insert that box of ink carts...<br><br><strong>CHLOE MILEV:</strong><br><br>This entire day has been nothing but a nightmare, and now you're on display for two classes of students; your professor is a clever, subversive man, but you can tell despite his best efforts that he's enjoying himself. He hasn't maneuvered himself from behind his desk in any way where he could actually look at you - in fact, he had his attention fixed on some paperwork in front of him, but you figure that if he's going to drag you to his office afterwards, he's going to get as much of a free show as he wants.<br><br>"When you've finished with your tests, please set them on the table beside our sociology experiment, if you please," The professor announces -and you're not sure <em>why</em>, but what the hell. Might as well roll with it...<br><br>Not long after, students begin to depart from their desks; they approach you, approach the table, and while a handful of them have the decency to turn their attention away from you, sadly and a bit predictably, most of them gawk, admiring you. A few, bless their hearts, offer you quiet words of encouragement, empowering you a little - but they're a minority in its own right.<br><br>You blush, bunch your shoulders up, and pretend to be disinterested, as if this is nothing out of the ordinary and this doesn't really bother you. It's a load of crap, but it's better than being a (heh) pussy about it. However, so intent are you on being nonchalant that you don't notice one grabby student reaching out for you until it's too late; he's nervous, shuddering, as he grabs at your vagina, clumsy and fumbling. <br><br>He's inexperienced - and he shoves two fingers in without warning, and he's whispering under his breath, around a quaking voice, "I - I - I think I like you."<br><br>You're not sure how to react; how wet you've been up to that point, if you have been at all, is up to you. You can either PUSH THE GUY AWAY, or LET HIM HAVE SOME FUN...just be sure to describe anything and everything he does to you.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Choose your own Adventure (TRB, Chloe Milov, Asherah, open for more players!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>18-10-2009, 11:31:32</strong>
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				Jack raises up off the bench.&nbsp; His hand thou does not leave my vagina.&nbsp; His fingers still very much invasive.&nbsp; &nbsp;Which draws me up quickly.&nbsp; An then he pulls me out from behind the bushes.&nbsp; &nbsp;Leading me by my vagina.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>I look around wide eyed wild with fear.&nbsp; In the moment a soft gasp again escapes from me.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"Oooh."</em><br><br>Fortunately luck is with me.&nbsp; No one is out and about at the moment.&nbsp; &nbsp;We head straight into the supply store.&nbsp; &nbsp; I am sure that Fred will notice this.&nbsp; But again, fate is with me.&nbsp; He is turned and off working on opening up the store for the day.&nbsp; &nbsp; So as Fred responds to the; if it is alright to begin shopping.&nbsp; Jack pulls his fingers from me.&nbsp; I can see the glistening slickness of myself on his finger tips.&nbsp; Like the morning dew upon the blades of grass.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>We go by the printing ink cartridges.&nbsp; &nbsp;Grabbing one,&nbsp; Jack turns and hands it to me.&nbsp; Telling me to hold it.&nbsp; &nbsp;When I hold it in my hand he tells me not that way.&nbsp; I respond in sarcastic tone.&nbsp; What hold it in my mouth.&nbsp; He shakes his head no an tells me to hold it up my vagina.&nbsp; &nbsp;I blink in shock at this.&nbsp; <br><br>I so want the ride across town.&nbsp; To the other side of campus. To reach my class on time.&nbsp; So without hesitation.&nbsp; I take an reach down with my&nbsp; left hand.&nbsp; Spreading my nether lips.&nbsp; Revealing my now very wet pink depths.&nbsp; I ease the box with cartridge into my vagina.&nbsp; &nbsp;Pushing it all the way in.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Choose your own Adventure (TRB, Chloe Milov, Asherah, open for more players!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chloe Milev</strong> on <strong>18-10-2009, 23:15:05</strong>
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				Glad that class is ending, I look everywhere but at the line of students shuffling by me.&nbsp; I politely nod to the few supporters, but concentrate on shutting everything else out.&nbsp; That's why the physical contact, intensely <em>personal</em> physical contact, is such a surprise.&nbsp; Two fingers being shoved in was quite unexpected, and they don't go very far.&nbsp; I'm a little slick inside from all the attention, but certainly not enough for him to just start fumbling around in there.&nbsp; Half of me wants to show him how to do it right, just so the next poor girl who happens to be naked near him doesn't have to go through this.<br><br>"Of course you like me, I'm a half-naked girl.&nbsp; Unfortunately, I have no idea who you are and here is not the place," I politely decline through gritted teeth, <strong>gently shoving him out</strong>.<br><br>Quieter, I explain, "You can't just shove in places, you've got to warm her up," gently stroking around my lips before letting the stream of students carry him away.&nbsp; A few of them catch my example and "ooooh" and "aaaaaw."&nbsp; One girl gently strokes me as she passes by, not even glancing to the side, but I feel a slip of paper under my thigh.&nbsp; Glancing at it, it reads, "Call me!" with a phone number.<br><br><em>More and more fans...</em> I mentally sigh, but it's flattering that some random girl is hitting on me.&nbsp; I never thought about it before, but it could be fun.&nbsp; The ego boost is enough to get me through another dozen passers-by before I float back to reality.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Choose your own Adventure (TRB, Chloe Milov, Asherah, open for more players!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRollingBarrel</strong> on <strong>19-10-2009, 07:54:23</strong>
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				<strong>ASHERAH:</strong><br><br>Jack whistles, showing for the first time his admiration for you. "I have to admit, I didn't think you'd be up to task. Good job."<br><br>Before you can reply, Fred appears around one end of the aisle, saying, "'Good job' for whaaaat the hell?"<br><br>Well, there goes that little bit of privacy. Fred eyes you up, though not in the same collected, almost disinterested way Jack had; he's gawking, eyes bulging out of his head, jaw gone slack. He's obviously popping a boner, you can see it tenting against his pants. You think, ruefully, how much of a surprise it was for him, much in the same way you had been when you realized you were half-naked and locked out of your dorm.<br><br>"Whawhawhat is a girl doing in the store dressed like that?" Fred asks, not taking his gaze off you. <br><br>The fact that he's asking Jack rather than you bothers you - you might be 'Jack's personal shopping cart' for this little venture, but you were still a person. "It was a fluke, that's all," you explain, cutting in before Jack can reply. If you feel like giving out any more information, it's your call...<br><br>Nevertheless, Jack clears his throat and glances from Fred, to you, and back to Fred again. After a moment's thought, he presses the sheet of paper against Fred's chest. "Look past the 'why' for a second, okay? Look, here's a list of things I need. I have to walk home and get my car, and it'll take about fifteen minutes. I struck a deal with my pal here, and so far she's been living up to her end of the bargain."<br><br>Wait - he hadn't said anything about not having the car with him! Before you can properly protest, Jack continues by saying, "If you could pull this stuff aside for me, I'd appreciate it. Bring her around with you - she loves it if you lead her around by the pussy. When you get what you need, give it to her...she knows what to do with it. Go for the mechanical pencils, first."<br><br>"Mechanical pencils. Sure thing," Fred says, but his voice is light and you can tell he can't really believe the situation he'd just been put into. He shakes his head and blinks, looking at Jack again. "Anything else I should know?"<br><br>"Don't take advantage of her. I promised her that you wouldn't." Jack turns and starts to walk away - then stops, saying, "Oh, and she can't hide if anybody comes in."<br><br>Fred nods, but doesn't say anything - probably overwhelmed with what was going on, like he had a right to feel that way. But now you find yourself with a conundrum: Jack is leaving you alone with Fred and his shopping list, and you have to trust Fred will live up to Jack's instructions - even the part where he can't hide you from customers. Mind reeling, you realize only too late that Jack is gone as you hear the bell on the front door jingle.<br><br>Do you trust Fred? He seems like a good enough guy. You can STAY WITH HIM as he fills out Jack's shopping list (and fills you up with those items), or you can GO AFTER JACK and see if you can make some sort of repeal. If you choose to stay with Fred, though, he'll slide his fingers inside you and start leading you around as Jack did...<br><br><strong>CHLOE MILEV:</strong><br><br>At last - at long last! - the students file out of the room, leaving you alone with the professor. Beneath your thigh is a slip of paper with a girl's phone number on it; you fold it up and slip it into the hem of your sleeve, because despite everything else, you've never done it with another woman before and you acknowledge it would be interesting to try.<br><br>"You can get down from the table now," the professor says from his desk. "Bring the tests over to me, please?"<br><br>At least he's being polite.<br><br>You do as he asks; once at his desk, you're hesitant to put the papers down, but he taps the surface of his desk expectantly and you're forced to surrender your cover once more. You see his eyes flicker up, once, before he returns to his paperwork; you're not entirely sure what he's doing, but hopefully it's nothing bad for you.<br><br>A few moments pass without him saying anything; you clear your throat, expecting <em>some</em> sort of interaction, but he seems as if he's waiting for you to start the conversation. You clear your throat again, but this time more for your own benefit, and ask, "What would you like me to do, sir?"<br><br>"Well, your 'experiment' was a raging success, one way or the other." The professor cracks a clever smile. "Any experiment is a success, really, even if it fails."<br><br>"Wha?"<br><br>"Sorry." The professor finally sits up and leans back in his chair, and now he looks at you properly; he doesn't stare at your pussy, he's looking you in the eyes, and it's somewhat relieving knowing that his politeness extended beyond words. Without looking away, he scoops up the test papers and taps them against his desk, straightening them. "Like I said, we'll be heading to my office so you can continue the test in private. There, I hope we can have a candid discussion about this 'experiment' of yours."<br><br>You're not entirely sure what he means when he says that, but regardless of the fact, he's not being leery or perverse...which in its own right is creepy, but you've already come this far and there's no turning back. Too much rides on this grade.<br><br>"I'm a fair man, though, and I realize it was mortifying for you to have been on show like that, so I'm willing to give back a little." He opens one drawer on his desk and from it withdraws a white garbage bag, folded and clean. "My suitcase is full to bursting, so I brought the trash bag along to keep the tests from getting wet when I brought them back (the weatherman said it would rain today, but I guess he was lying, go figure) - saving my sanity. In return, here's an opportunity for some extra credit; I'd like you to carry the tests for me, and how you do it determines if you get the credit or not. Understand?"<br><br>You're not entirely sure how to respond to this opportunity, but you definitely get his drift; you look at the tests and at the garbage bag, then at the ground. Roll up the tests, stick them in the bag, and then stick the whole thing inside you. Sure. Yeah.<br><br>Do you take the extra credit and INSERT THE TESTS INTO YOUR VAGINA, or do you take the pass and CARRY THEM BY HAND? Considering how much humiliation you've already endured, this might be easy points for you. Be sure to describe what you do!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Choose your own Adventure (TRB, Chloe Milov, Asherah, open for more players!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>19-10-2009, 08:52:44</strong>
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				I hold my tongue from further comment.&nbsp; &nbsp;In part, there is nothing I can do now.&nbsp; While at the same time it is kind of appealing he is so quick with getting a hard on.&nbsp; &nbsp;I shift in my stance. As the box of ink cartiridge seems to shift.&nbsp; Or is it just my vaginal walls spasm ever so slightly with the foreign object I shoved up into me.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>But this thought and preoccupation with it.&nbsp; Is quickly tossed aside.&nbsp; As I snap my head and look to Jack.&nbsp; What he was leaving, he had to get his car.&nbsp; He didn't have it with him.&nbsp; &nbsp;Oh my god, he has been playing with me.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>More shock comes, as he asks Fred to collect the stuff he needs.&nbsp; An to lead me by my pussy.&nbsp; As I am to still act as his personal shopping cart.&nbsp; &nbsp;The mechanical pencies echo in my thoughts.&nbsp; I look to Jack, who is departing the store.&nbsp; &nbsp;Heading out to fetch his car.&nbsp; &nbsp;I am torn now.&nbsp; I should follow him, go with him to get his car.&nbsp; &nbsp;Not suffer the indignity of being fondle yet again by another guy.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Wait thou, I say to myself.&nbsp; If I go outside an walk with Jack.&nbsp; The chance of even more people seeing me now becomes greater.&nbsp; &nbsp;There is nothing I can do about Fred now.&nbsp; An besides the store is not officially open yet.&nbsp; &nbsp;So no worries there.&nbsp; <br><br>Then again she does not know the time right now.&nbsp; Perhaps the store has opened in the past few minutes or so.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Once again I nod my agreement to this.&nbsp; &nbsp; I find myself watching Jack disappear out the front door.&nbsp; I fail to notice or realize that hey the door is unlocked.&nbsp; &nbsp;But never the less,&nbsp; I am again preoccupied.&nbsp; &nbsp;As Fred duitfully steps in and his hand cups my vagina.&nbsp; &nbsp;I can feel my own wetness. Made so by the fondling by Jack.&nbsp; Fred would definitely feel my dampness.&nbsp; &nbsp;His fingers dip into me.&nbsp; A soft moan escapes from me.&nbsp; &nbsp;As I am lead over to the mechanical pencils.&nbsp; Fred grabs a five pack package and hands them to me.&nbsp; Taking out his fingers.&nbsp; He watches me.<br><br>I find this rougher inserting.&nbsp; As my fingers go to ply open my folds of my nether lips.&nbsp; I realize how turned on I am and just how sensitive I have become.&nbsp; This fondling on top of feeding the voyeurism of others.&nbsp; With my so very public display of my vagina.&nbsp; Is actually a big turn on.&nbsp; It is at that moment, I realize my nipples have harden.&nbsp; I hope they do not show through the shirt such.&nbsp; I fetch a glance up at Fred who has been watching me. With devouring eyes.&nbsp; &nbsp;Never leaving my pussy.&nbsp; His hard on still pop tenting his pants.&nbsp; Did he see my arousal.&nbsp; <br><br>Right now I am not sure I can resist or say no.&nbsp; All I now is things have become to shift in my perspective.&nbsp; It is almost as if I revel in this fondling and being gawked at.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Choose your own Adventure (TRB, Chloe Milov, Asherah, open for more players!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chloe Milev</strong> on <strong>20-10-2009, 19:42:55</strong>
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				[Blarg, hate when I lose long original post]<br><br>My eyes narrow as I read between the lines.&nbsp; With a sigh, however, I pick up the thick stack of quizzes and roll them tightly into a cylinder.&nbsp; Wrapping the plastic smoothly around them, it forms a very thick, smooth rod.&nbsp; Sitting back on the table, I hold the tests tightly in one hand as I lick my other and stroke my sex a bit.&nbsp; I close my eyes, ignoring the professor, and try to imagine I'm getting ready to take a giant dildo.&nbsp; The saliva and attempt to set a little mood helps lubricate me a bit more, and I slowly slide the plastic cylinder against my lower lips.&nbsp; The slick saliva lets it slip easily over them, and I spread myself with my free hand, <strong>pressing a corner in</strong>.<br><br><em>You always did want to try a giant dildo...</em> I muse.&nbsp; As I try to relax, I work the corner into myself, stretching wider until the whole end is inside.&nbsp; I let out the breath I had been holding, growing accustomed to the very thick stack inside of me.&nbsp; Unlike a dildo or cock, however, it doesn't get any narrower after the head.&nbsp; As I lean back and pull more and more into myself, I feel stretched and full.&nbsp; Using just the first couple inches, I press in and out, working it and trying to turn it into something more fun.&nbsp; It feels a little better, and with each circuit, I pull it a bit deeper, until I feel full at seven of the eleven inches.&nbsp; With the plastic handle sticking out of myself, I stand up again, keeping my thighs pressed together to hold it all in.&nbsp; Without my hand keeping the papers tightly coiled, however, they unravel slightly with each movement, attempting to expand to the full limits of their confines.<br><br>Taking a deep breath, I quietly ask, "Okay, is this good?&nbsp; I'd like to get to your office now..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Choose your own Adventure (TRB, Chloe Milov, Asherah, open for more players!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRollingBarrel</strong> on <strong>20-10-2009, 22:40:10</strong>
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				<strong>ASHERAH:</strong><br><br>With no small amount of effort, you slide the package of mechanical pencils inside you, resting alongside the box of ink cartridges. It's...weird, you're not used to it, but you have no choice if you want that ride, those pants. Jack is making you jump through all sorts of hoops, but it's better than nothing. And so far he <em>has</em> kept you mostly out of sight.<br><br>Fred is shocked, you can tell; even getting the chance to walk you around by your pussy didn't prepare him for this. He gawks for a moment - looks up at your face ('Yes, I have one of those too,' you think, a bit ruefully), and his mouth works - trying to find words that won't come to him. After a moment, he shakes his head and mumbles, "Let's see." Reluctantly looking away from you, he starts going over the list Jack had given him. "Well, there's a lot of stuff on here...next on the list is a set of dry erase markers. We only have those in blister packs - you know, plastic over the items, glued to the cardboard back. I...<em>guess</em> it's okay if we take those out, because we don't want you to get hurt." Fred shifts his weight uncomfortably. "I don't think he'll mind."<br><br>"Hopefully not," you murmur. But Fred's in control, now; hopefully Jack won't take out any disappointment on you for the decision. "Lead away, I guess."<br><br>Fred dips his fingers back into your pussy and begins navigating the aisles; you come to a stop at the proper section, and he grabs up a set of the markers, tearing the package open. He hands you all four at once and says, "Well, uh, get to work."<br><br>Before you do...you notice his hand drift up towards his hardened member, his thumb resting on the shaft, before he quickly takes it away. The guy must be horny out of his mind...and that could definitely be exploited somehow. Having sex with him is definitely out of the question, you may be desperate but you have your morals, but a handjob might get you places.<br><br>...Still, Jack said he'd only be gone for fifteen minutes...who knows what would happen if he came back and found his buddy's dick in your hand and only three items from his shopping list crossed off.<br><br>Do you OFFER FRED A HANDJOB and hope he might help you out just a little bit? Or do you PASS FOR NOW, in case Jack gets angry with you? Either way, those markers need to go inside you, first...<br><br><strong>CHLOE MILEV:</strong><br><br>(Ouch, sorry to hear that! I feel your pain, for serious.)<br><br>The thick roll of test papers is pressing against your inner walls, making them absolutely spasm; your voice shakes as you ask the professor to take you to his office. Fortunately, it looks as if the man has had enough fun for now; he agrees, stands up, and grabs his suitcase from behind his desk.<br><br>"My office is a little ways away, part of the way down campus," the professor explains, straightening his tie and coughing. "For the sake of your experiment, I don't think I can allow us to take an obscured route."<br><br>He knows it's a lie by this point, you're sure of it, but you couldn't hand in a half-finished test and you'd already decided to play along. Let the man get his kicks. You nod back at him tersely, and he leads you out of the classroom and the building. At last, you're outside again, and almost to spite you the wind has gotten a mote chillier - not uncomfortable, but enough for you to notice, and walking with the tests in your pussy hardly makes matters easier. The handles of the bag brush against your inner thighs, and it's absolutely obnoxious, , but it's something you'll have to put up with for now.<br><br>Of course, there are still students in the quad - you can't think of a single person who would miss a beautiful day like this if they can help it, and the professor doesn't make a single move to stand between you and them. The students, as a whole, notice you - many you recognize from before, and the wolf-whistles and picture-taking begins anew, and it's so tempting to yell at them - but no, better not to give them the pleasure.&nbsp; This entire day has been one exhibitionist nightmare.<br><br>As you walk, you feel the tests starting to slip out of you; you try to push them back in as you walk, but your muscles are contracting and it doesn't work very well. With a sigh, you realize that the tests might not stay inside you during the entire trip, depending on which building the professor's office is located in. There are a few in the general direction you're heading in; one of them is close enough that you're mostly sure you could make it, but the others are too far away. If you wanted to push the tests back in, you'd have to stop in order to make it work.<br><br>Maybe, though - maybe you didn't need to carry them like that the entire way. Maybe just having inserted them scored you that extra credit. You're not sure. You could ASK THE PROFESSOR TO STOP so you can re-set the tests, or you can TAKE A RISK and hope the credit is yours even if they fall out. Stopping so close to the students to push something inside you is hardly appealing, but they'd already noticed the end hanging out between your spread lips.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Choose your own Adventure (TRB, Chloe Milov, Asherah, open for more players!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>20-10-2009, 23:16:41</strong>
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				We move over to magic markers.&nbsp; &nbsp;Fred drivels on about something.&nbsp; I really don't catch it at all.&nbsp; My mind to preoccupied with my growing arousal. His fingers are like a tinder twig in a dry patch of sage brush.&nbsp; Igniting my fires of arousal, like a flash point.&nbsp; <br><br>I murmur in concurrence with his suggestion.&nbsp; While not all the way really grasping what I half agreed to.&nbsp; <br><br>It is then, I notice his hand go to the bulge in his pants.&nbsp; Taking a staggering step backwards.&nbsp; &nbsp;Shocked that he is going to begin masturbating.&nbsp; &nbsp;But then it hits me, I could give him a hand job. It would earn me extra points.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>While caught in that ponderous quandary if I should offer such a thing.&nbsp; &nbsp;Fred is busy opening up the four pack of markers and pulling them out.&nbsp; He then hands them bundled together and orders me to put them in.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>Taking the markers, I am struck with if Jack will be cool with the markers not in the package.&nbsp; In the end I decide that it should not matter.&nbsp; Well at least I hope so.&nbsp; &nbsp;Spreading my stance, I would again begin easing something up into my pussy.&nbsp; &nbsp;With the other items,&nbsp; my vaginal walls are stretched out even more. What more with the tightness.&nbsp; An now with the loose markers.&nbsp; They shift within me.&nbsp; In such a way, as how benwa balls are designed to do.&nbsp; &nbsp; I realize this is not going to get any easier.<br><br>Done I look to Fred and speak my readiness;&nbsp; <em>"I am ready for the next."</em><br><br>A decision is made, to pass on giving Fred a hand job.&nbsp; &nbsp;He is at work, and that alone would not help her.&nbsp; It is not like he could just up and leave the shop.&nbsp; He offered her nothing in truth.&nbsp; An despite her horny disposition.&nbsp; &nbsp;She would restrain herself from doing that.&nbsp; <br><br>Thou a soft gasp escapes from her.&nbsp; One laced with the arousal that is grasped her in the moment.&nbsp; For as I&nbsp; shift, my stance.&nbsp; Those items I have stuffed up my pussy shift on me.&nbsp; It will be hard to walk,&nbsp; is the first thought I get.&nbsp; &nbsp;Let alone in a moment or so, I will have to deal with Fred's fingers again.&nbsp; That are indeed like match sticks, lighting my fires.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Choose your own Adventure (TRB, Chloe Milov, Asherah, open for more players!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chloe Milev</strong> on <strong>21-10-2009, 02:17:45</strong>
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				My throat rumbles softly in irritation.&nbsp; Why couldn't his office be in the same building?&nbsp; I slip my tiny backpack on and mince tightly to the door, which only accentuates my ass.&nbsp; Of course even my bag is a cute accessory, and doesn't do anything to even cover my behind.&nbsp; Stepping out into the breeze, my goosebumps return with a vengeance, covering all my exposed skin, and my nipples press against my shirt in sympathy.&nbsp; It would actually feel kind of good if it weren't all so annoying.<br><br>As we walk across the quad, I renew my stoicism, looking straight ahead, ignoring the gawkers and cameras.&nbsp; The professor has a quick pace, however, and I can't keep up and press my thighs together enough; the papers want to unravel and fall out if I keep this up.<br><br>"Um," I lean forward to tap his shoulder before he gets out of reach, "<strong>just give me a second to <em>situate</em> myself</strong>.&nbsp; Unless, of course, you've helped me enough with my research and I can simply carry the tests for you?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Choose your own Adventure (TRB, Chloe Milov, Asherah, open for more players!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRollingBarrel</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 23:13:21</strong>
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				(Sorry for the wait, you two! I didn't receive the e-mail alerts that you'd responded.)<br><br><strong>ELVEN SEX GODDES:</strong><br><br>You decide that it's safer if you keep your hands to yourselves for now; it's not like Fred has done you any favors, and for all you know, Jack left the front door unlocked when he left. Fred shifts his weight as if her were uncomfortable - he has absolutely <em>no</em> idea what true discomfort felt like, you think with a rueful smile - and clears his throat, looking at what's next on the list. Unless he's had all sorts of miscellaneous items stuck inside him all at once, he had no right to bitch.<br><br>Okay, so he hadn't bitched yet, but that was beside the point.<br><br>"Only one thing left now," Fred says, dipping his fingers once more into your vagina, and you sigh in a mixture of both relief and frustration. You've been brought so close to climax, and this constant invasion of your pussy isn't helping - it's tempting to just ask him to finish you off as he leads you away.<br><br>Fred takes you around to the front of the store, and you start to protest - that big window is there, and somebody could see you, and it was bad enough that two people knew about it and had taken advantage of you...<br><br>At last, he comes to a stop at the front register and picks up one of those cans of compressed air. He releases his grasp on you and passes the canned air in your direction, and you're absolutely on <em>fire</em>; you need release and you need it now. While sticking the can inside you would probably do the job, the thought of having Fred bring you to orgasm is also tempting, because it wasn't like he'd have to do much.<br><br>So what will you do? Will you BRING YOURSELF TO CLIMAX, or will you HAVE FRED DO IT? Either way, that compressed air needs to go inside you...<br><br><strong>CHLOE MILEV:</strong><br><br>The professor stops short on your request and glances over at you, hiking an eyebrow. His gaze shifts downward, to your pussy and the garbage bag holding the tests, and he seems to think for a moment.<br><br>You resist the urge to fidget under his scrutinizing eyes, because it's awkward enough that your peers can see everything. You've had a grown man ogling you for the better part of a half hour now, if not longer, and this as much as everything else makes you feel like you're on display. You feel the tests unfurl a little bit more, and even though they expand inside you, they slip out further still, and they'll fall out entirely if you don't do something. You rest a hand against the bottom of the tests, trying to fix them even without the professor's saying so, but you're standing and it doesn't work very well...better to at least hold them in place for now.<br><br>At last, the professor clears his throat and says, "You'll have to fix it if you want to earn that extra credit." With a pause, he adds, "And I'll double that if you allow me to help you."<br><br>Ah, the more time you spend with this man, the more his true nature starts to show. Doubling your extra credit is a tempting offer, but then the professor would get touchy, and regardless of what happens you have to sit down in order to adjust properly. Do you DO IT YOURSELF, or do you TAKE THE PROFESSOR'S OFFER?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Choose your own Adventure (TRB, Chloe Milov, Asherah, open for more players!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 23:42:53</strong>
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				The inner turmoil that rife my thoughts.&nbsp; Is a silent war within.&nbsp; Thankfully one Fred does not see or realize.&nbsp; &nbsp;This thou does not ease the discomfort I am feeling.&nbsp; A discomfort not born of pain.&nbsp; But the heighten arousal that is gripping me. <br><br>'Only one thing left now.'&nbsp; &nbsp;The words are like magic to me.&nbsp; Only one more thing on the list.&nbsp; However,&nbsp; as his hand reaches out to clasp my pussy and lead me again.&nbsp; I nearly draw back.&nbsp; I am so over sensitive right now. I fear I will orgasm on the spot.&nbsp; &nbsp; Nevertheless his fingers again dig into my vaginal depths.&nbsp; &nbsp;Which causes me to almost lose it, as he starts to lead me once again.&nbsp; &nbsp;It is then I realize he is leading me to the front of the store.&nbsp; <br><br>The very front of the store with the very big wide open window.&nbsp; &nbsp;Oh my god, someone else could see me.&nbsp; &nbsp;Yet struggle not, fear of what I am desperately trying to suppress.&nbsp; &nbsp; This grips me more then the fear of being exposed in front of the window.&nbsp; <br><br>Stopping he grabs a can of compressed air.&nbsp; It is the last item, holding it out for me.&nbsp; &nbsp;I realize in that moment that if I insert it, I will not be able to hold back.&nbsp; It occurs to me then, that I could ask him to insert it.&nbsp; &nbsp;It is not because I wish to reward him.&nbsp; But it comes to me, he can be a shield to the outside world beyond the store.&nbsp; &nbsp;As I position myself and take the can in hand.&nbsp; Thou keeping it held up as maneuvered and asked.<br><br><em>"Fred would you like to insert the can, it is the last item."</em> <br><br>I know he will trigger my orgasm.&nbsp; At that moment I doubt my decision, for I am squirter.&nbsp; &nbsp; The first time I had been so aroused I had squirted and puddled the sheets of the bed.&nbsp; That I had thought i had peed during sex.&nbsp; Most men do not realize a woman can ejaculate fluids.&nbsp; &nbsp;For most of us spend life's suppressing the very act.&nbsp; A stigma that is very much dirty.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Choose your own Adventure (TRB, Chloe Milov, Asherah, open for more players!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chloe Milev</strong> on <strong>26-10-2009, 16:35:05</strong>
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				Standing there, holding the bag inside, I don't see how if could get much worse.&nbsp; I've already put on quite a show so far.&nbsp; Nodding, I carefully mince to a slightly more secluded bench to sit back and spread my legs.&nbsp; Trying to twist the papers into a tighter roll, I respond, "Okay, help me fix it then," eying him warily.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Choose your own Adventure (TRB, Chloe Milov, Asherah, open for more players!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRollingBarrel</strong> on <strong>11-11-2009, 20:23:37</strong>
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				(Sorry for the wait, ladies! I'm having computer problems, and I can't post on an adult forum from the library, you know?)<br><br><strong>Elven Sex Goddess:</strong><br><br>Fred's eyes go wide, shocked that you would ask him to do that - but apprehension is quick to leave him as he murmurs, "Well, I've already stuck my fingers inside you so often that I guess it shouldn't be <em>that</em> surprising. Okay. I'll do it."<br><br>He takes the can from you, and reaches out with the other; he clasps one side of your vagina and pulls it open, slowly, gently, and sets the can against it, the metal bottom cold against your lips. He hesitates for a second before glancing up at you, asking, "Can you hold the other side for me so I can fit it inside, please?"<br><br>Well, at least he's courteous, you think with no small amount of bitterness. You nod and bite your lower lip, afraid that even speaking might bring you to orgasm; with a tender hand, you stretch out the other side of your vagina, and Fred begins to ease the can in. You're already stretched from all of the other things inside you, so the can slides in easily enough - but Fred stops partway in, and you let loose a mental curse, the pending orgasm denied when it was so close. What the hell was he doing? You glance down at him, and you see that his brow has furrowed; he's thinking up <em>something</em>, and you're not entirely comfortable with what that something might entail.<br><br>"J-just hurry," you hiss, your voice tense. "Let's get it over with."<br><br>Fred shrugs, still not looking up at you; he tightens his grip on the can and begins easing it out of you.<br><br>For a moment, you think to yourself, what the hell is that idiot doing? But the answer comes soon enough as he slides the can back inward, then out, then in, pumping it rhythmically, sending waves of pleasure coursing through you. Every time he pushes the can inward, it jostles the items you'd already put inside yourself, making matters even worse, and, and, this is it, you can't hold it in anymore - <br><br>Your entire body thrums and buzzes as you hit climax, and you let out a tight breath you hadn't known you'd been holding - and you, you squirt, it's embarrassing, and for a moment you're lost to the world.<br><br>When you come back to your senses - you notice that the front of Fred's apron is wet, and he's licking at his lips experimentally, as if - oh God, did you come on his <em>face</em>?<br><br>"I need to set lower standards for myself when it comes to being surprised," he admits. "You <em>would</em> come from all of this, wouldn't you? It, um - it tastes good, by the way. And I'm glad it's not pee."<br><br>"Me neither," You say, and your breath catches in your throat. "Now - push it in, finish it before Jack comes back."<br><br>The fact that you've climaxed in front of a complete stranger - squirted on him - is mortifying, but comes second to the irritation when you realize you're not finished yet. Fred obliges, sliding the can all the way in this time, releasing your vagina; you do the same, and your lips close around it, around everything you're holding inside you. You hoped Jack returned soon, because this was <em>intolerably </em>pleasurable.<br><br>Fred clambers up to his feet and says, "I guess that's it, huh? I'd, um - I'd better lead you along again. Over to the register. Just in case he comes back."<br><br>You shudder - your pussy still tingles, and you wish this didn't have to keep happening, but Fred has a point; no need to throw this all away over something that has become so trivial after all of this. So, when you raise no objections, Fred slides his fingers inside you again and walks over towards the registers. The registers which are still at the front of the store. Near the big windows. Where anybody could see inside.<br><br>Never got any easier, did it?<br><br>At last, Fred releases his hold on you as he goes around the counter to stand behind it; he begins working on it, continuing to open the store, when - suddenly - you hear a little chime go off to your right.<br><br>That same chime had sounded when you entered the store, and again when Jack left.<br><br>You gulp, and your heart begins to hammer in your chest; your back is to the door right now, so all anyone can see is your butt. Do you TURN AROUND to see if it's Jack, or do you MOVE TO THE COUNTER and hope to keep your pussy out of sight? And would moving to the counter be considered hiding? Jack had said that you weren't allowed to hide...<br><br><strong>CHLOE MILEV:</strong><br><br>You lean back on the bench, spreading your legs - might as well make this as easy as you could. The Professor moves in front of you, kneeling down on the paved path bordering the bench, getting down between your legs. He places one hand on the inside of your right thigh, and you shudder; to make things worse, he begins thumbing your clit, muttering something about "getting you more lubed up." You thought you were plenty wet enough, but whatever.<br><br>After about a minute of this, with your breath catching in your chest, the professor shifts positions; with one hand, he spreads the lips of your vagina wide open, planting the other against the end of the tests. He begins to push them in - he's not being gentle about it, but he's not being an absolute monster, either, as if this was just business as usual for him. You grip the arm rests of the bench, white-knuckling them, it's <em>unbearable</em> how good this feels, and you - you wish it would just be over with -<br><br>The tests fill you up again, and you glance down and realize that the professor has pushed them in as far as they had been before - and you figure that he's finished, good, let's just go and get this over with - <br><br>- and then the professor keeps pushing, and you drop a venomous curse. He doesn't flinch - doesn't stop even though you want him to, but it doesn't matter how full you feel to him, does it? He continues to push the tests in, in - oh God - until at last the very end vanishes inside you, and, and the pressure is crazy powerful, but you can't deny that it feels good, and at least this way - one blessing in disguise - the tests are less likely to slip out - oh, <em>God</em>.<br><br>The professor stands up, satisfied, and beckons for you; gasping, you struggle up to your feet, and this feels so <em>weird</em>, and you just want to, to end this day, to be done with it. You fall into step beside him, the papers shifting inside you with each stride, but you don't feel them sliding out, which you suppose is a good thing.<br><br>At last - at last, a few minutes later, you approach a six-story building, big and brown and unimpressive - save for an elevator set into one wall with a glass front overlooking the campus. Seeing that fills you with dread, and you can already tell what the professor might ask of you next as you pass through the doors that lead inside the building itself.<br><br>"My office is on the top floor," the professor says (you sort of saw that coming), straightening his tie. "I personally like taking the stairs - it's good cardio. But if you'd prefer, we can take the elevator."<br><br>Typical, right? You can TAKE THE ELEVATOR, but you're guaranteed to be seen if you do, and you have no idea what other embarrassing tasks the professor would have you do while in plain sight. Or you could TAKE THE STAIRS, all six flights of them, with the tests pressing against your vaginal walls, where you're less likely to be seen...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Choose your own Adventure (TRB, Chloe Milov, Asherah, open for more players!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>11-11-2009, 22:52:41</strong>
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				I freeze with the chime of the doorbell.&nbsp; &nbsp;Already my legs are unsteady as I softly tremble.&nbsp; The climax just released still affecting me.&nbsp; With such evident with the glistening wetness upon my inner thighs.&nbsp; The items held keeping me at the pinnacle of heighten sensitivity.&nbsp; Instantly I think that Jack is back.&nbsp; But then at the very next instances.&nbsp; It comes to me, what if it is not Jack.&nbsp; What if it is someone else.&nbsp; Another person would see me, exposed like this.&nbsp; In what seems an eternity a wage a war within my mind.&nbsp; What should I do, move behind the counter or turn and see who it is.&nbsp; <br><br>That few seconds that seemed like an eternity would swiftly go by.&nbsp; My decision made, in part because of two reasons.&nbsp; &nbsp; As I slowly turn to see who has come in.&nbsp; &nbsp;While in that turn, I am reminded of one of the reasons why I chose this course.&nbsp; I am so worked up, the slightest movement now is nearly setting me off again.&nbsp; &nbsp;I doubted I could have made it around the counter with out losing it again.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>The other reason I ventured.&nbsp; Is that my luck could not get any worse this day.&nbsp; I was due a break, or so I thought.&nbsp; And this had to be Jack.&nbsp; <br><br>And with that thought my gaze now would fall upon who has entered the store.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Choose your own Adventure (TRB, Chloe Milov, Asherah, open for more players!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chloe Milev</strong> on <strong>11-11-2009, 23:39:14</strong>
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				At least the tests won't come out now.&nbsp; This day was just becoming weird, with plenty of people taking advantage of me.&nbsp; Looking up at the building, I realize there's no way I'm going to climb 6 stories in these heels, let alone with my cooch full.<br><br>"I think I'll be taking the elevator."&nbsp; It's not like everyone on campus hasn't personally seen me, or at least a picture which I'm sure there are plenty of being passed around.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Choose your own Adventure (TRB, Chloe Milov, Asherah, open for more players!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRollingBarrel</strong> on <strong>26-11-2009, 18:41:40</strong>
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				(Computer problems still persist. I'm sorry! D: )<br><br><strong>ELVEN SEX GODDESS:</strong><br><br>Knowing what path you've set for yourself, it doesn't take long for you to come to a decision, and you turn around to face whoever comes in the door. Maybe, <em>maybe</em> it's Jack - maybe you'll catch a lucky break. Maybe - <br><br>No, that would be too easy, as the door swings shut to reveal a girl no older than you, with bouncy, shoulder-length red hair and freckles dotting her cheeks. Of average appearance and build, she notices your...situation...and blushes.<br><br>"Um." The girl brings a hand up to her mouth and says, "I can - this must be a bad time - "<br><br>Fred stammers, trying to find his voice, and as the girl turns, he calls out, "Wait, Min! It's not what it looks like - wait - "<br><br>The girl - Min - stops and turns towards Fred, her lips pressed together. "I don't want any part of - "<br><br>"It's not me, it's Jack!" Fred stumbles from behind the register, and instantly the two launch into a desperate discussion that is two steps shy from being a proper argument...still, they're mostly ignoring you, and Min is the first person who you've seen today that hasn't ogled you yet. You drown them out, it's not really any of your business, you're just antsy for Jack to return - <br><br>- you hear the bell chime again and, crap, crap, this is bad, this is very bad, but - no, this time, it <em>is</em> Jack. He surveys the scene, obviously confused, before wandering over to you and saying, "Well, I kinda figured somebody would come into the shop, but I never suspected it'd be her."<br><br>"Who is she?" You ask, but mostly because you feel obligated at this point, not because you really want to know.<br><br>"Fred's ladyfriend."<br><br>"Ah." Well, at least you knew why this was happening.<br><br>"Jack - hey, Jack!" Fred waves Jack over, his face beet-red. "Min doesn't believe me - she doesn't think this is one of your crazy schemes!"<br><br>"It is," Jack admits, shrugging.<br><br>"We need to talk about this shit in private," Fred says, casting a glance towards you - and you sigh, roll your eyes. This is the thanks you get for letting him cop a feel, you guess, so you turn towards the back of the store -<br><br>"But you can't go back there."<br><br>You stop in your tracks and glance back over to Fred. "Isn't there a bathroom or something I can hide away in until you've worked your lover's quarrel out?"<br><br>"The only bathroom is in the back of the store room, and he can't let anybody back there," Jack explains, placing his hands on your shoulders and turning you around. "You're just going to have to wait outside."<br><br>What - wait - no! Before you can properly protest, Jack has opened the door and shoves you out into the morning light - out onto the sidewalk, where you have <em>no</em> cover, <em>no</em> protection, just (possibly) the bench...<br><br>So harried, your thoughts moving in such a blur, it's only after a few seconds that you realize that you're not alone on the streets anymore - that, as time had passed, people had emerged from their shells, were walking up and down either side of the street to their jobs or to do their errands or whatever, and you could see a car pulling around the corner at the far end of the street. A few of them notice you right away, and almost directly across the street you hear somebody yell, "NICE PUSSY!" You flush, mortified, this situation had already been bad enough, but now - <br><br>You want to hide, you want to turn around and burst back into the store, but you know Jack won't like that. You could RUN FOR THE BENCH, but Jack might think you're reneging on your deal - you don't even want to know what will happen if he does. Or you could STAY PUT and let the pedestrians have their free show, knowing that Jack would still follow through with his end.<br><br><strong>CHLOE MILEV:</strong><br><br>The professor leads you to the elevator and presses the button; it's already on the first floor, so the door slides open and he leads you inside. They hiss shut behind you, and he leans back against the glass wall, gesturing for you to do the same; you wonder just what the professor has in store because at this point you're just used to dealing with his crap...<br><br>...but, he doesn't say anything, he doesn't even grope you, and the elevator comes to a stop at the sixth floor. The doors open, and he leads you out, and, well, that was unexpected, but you weren't about to question his motives. You'll take every out you can find.<br><br>You follow him as he walks through a cold, empty corridor, each footstep echoing and bouncing off the walls, the tests jarring inside you. It doesn't take long for you to reach a door - ordinary, made of cheap wood - which he opens, allowing you to go inside first. Just beyond is a moderately-sized office, although nothing too spectacular... a desk that was a mite more impressive than the one in the classroom, a bookshelf filled to the brim with all sorts of literature, a couple chairs, a small table about the size of a nightstand...about what you would expect. <br><br>The professor closes the door behind him and steps around you; he drops down to a knee and immediately his hands dart for your vagina. He's not wasting any time, now, as he spreads your lips with one hand and pinches the bag holding the tests with the other; he pulls, but he's not having much luck, what with the end of the bag being slick with your juices. You sigh and push him back slightly, reaching down with your own hands; he keeps your lips spread (his fingertips are rough and calloused and it's not <em>right</em> that he can feel you up like this, but you keep that grade in mind, the grade you're so desperate to make) as you work your fingers inside you, past his hands, your inner walls warm and slick against you. With a slight grunt, you manage to get a decent grip on the bag and ease it out, one inch at a time...you feel less full, your breath isn't so easy to catch, and - with a small moan - you pull the entire bag free. <br><br>An immense pressure has been relieved of you. Your vagina tingles, you're <em>incredibly</em> close to climax, and you're shivering from the pending release. The professor is ignorant of all this...all that matters to him, really, is getting off on your predicament. It's not hard to tell,but at this point you really don't give a shit.<br><br>He takes the tests and slides them free of the bag, setting them down on the desk; he peels the top one off, scrutinizes it for a moment, before passing it to you. It's yours, still unfinished, and you're grateful that you're almost done with this; you sit down in a chair and unsling your tiny backpack, grabbing a pencil out from it. You set the test down on the small table and are about to go to work when the professor stops you. Dammit.<br><br>"Hold on a second," he says, opening one drawer on his desk. After a moment of him shuffling stuff around in there (you have no idea what), he eventually pulls out a small, white and pink box labeled in a curly, classical-looking font, <em>'JUST FOR HER'</em>. Next to the logo is a chest-up picture of a woman with raven-black hair, too much make-up, and wearing black lengerie; she's licking her lips and looking at you with that "Ohhh, I've been so <em>naughty</em>, please give me your hot cock" sort of way. You know where this is going and you swallow nervously, because the tests, being fondled, everything up until this point had been bringing you closer and closer to climax, and if the professor was going to suggest what you figured he was, you would wind up having an epic orgasm right in front of him.<br><br>He opened the box, and - as you figured, withdrew a blister pack containing a large, ridged, pink vibrator shaped like a penis. Not nearly as long or thick as the tests, no, but it could certainly fill you up. It was the wireless kind, and the remote was a small, plastic thing with a slide-switch on it, matching the vibrator's color and small enough to hide in a pocket. He fumbles with the packaging before finally freeing both the vibe and the remote, as well as the batteries necessary to run each; in moments, both items are ready, and he holds the vibrator up in one hand.<br><br>"I bought this for my wife," he explains. "Unfortunately, she's out of town, and I think I would like to test it. See if it was worth the money."<br><br>Yeah, that's about what you expected.<br><br>"How much extra credit?" You ask, trying to keep your voice even.<br><br>"No, it's going inside you regardless," the professor says, shaking his head. "I will consider giving you more if you let me put it in for you, though."<br><br>Well, if that was the case...you can either PUT IT IN YOURSELF, or you can HAVE THE PROFESSOR PUT IT IN and secure even more extra credit. Problem is, you know he's not gentle, and the thought of being so filled up with the tests is still fresh in your mind. Either way, it's gotta go in, just be sure to describe it...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Choose your own Adventure (TRB, Chloe Milov, Asherah, open for more players!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>27-11-2009, 09:54:34</strong>
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				Things could get worse, as it is not Jack at first.&nbsp; Instead it is Fred's girlfriend.&nbsp; She is not happy with Fred and finding me here.&nbsp; They are in a heated discussion when the door opens again.&nbsp; This time it is Jack.<br><br>I try to ask to slip back and hide in the store restroom.&nbsp; But instead Jack ushers me to go outside the store.&nbsp; As he shoves me out the front door.&nbsp; &nbsp;This time the street is not empty and I hear someone shout nice pussy.&nbsp; A pussy that glistens and still is stuffed with the items for Jack. <br><br>Well I could run back into the store.&nbsp; But Jack might consider that a deal breaker.&nbsp; &nbsp;Or I could hurry over to the park bench.&nbsp; That also could be a deal breaker, besides I be followed anyways.&nbsp; &nbsp;So I have only one option, to just stand here and well act if nothing out of the ordinary is happening.&nbsp; Like someone standing around flashing their privy area.&nbsp; <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Choose your own Adventure (TRB, Chloe Milov, Asherah, open for more players!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chloe Milev</strong> on <strong>30-11-2009, 06:09:10</strong>
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				While extra credit is always appealing, I've been studying for this.&nbsp; As long as I get a fair score, and some consideration for what I've already put up with, I should be fine.&nbsp; "Give it here," I respond flatly, leaning my elbow on his desk.&nbsp; With a smirk, he plops it in my hand, which sags a little under the weight.&nbsp; It's not small, and the batteries inside don't help.&nbsp; On closer inspection, it's pretty nice; something I might have picked up myself if I were in the market.&nbsp; But back to business.<br><br>Leaning back in my little chair, I hook my big heels against his desk, giving him a good look as I spread my lips.&nbsp; Since the vibrator is dry, I lick up the shaft and suck it a bit, giving it a pretty good blowjob to get us each warmed up.&nbsp; When it's slick, I bring it back between my legs, pressing the tip inside to get a feel for it.&nbsp; Thankfully it's not so flat and wide as a ream of papers, so the head actually pops in despite its girth, making me gasp a little.&nbsp; God that felt good.&nbsp; Can't let him know, however, no matter how many points he says he'll give me.&nbsp; With the head in, I have to stretch open a little more for the widening shaft, and the ridges make a pleasant sensation as they each slide past my lips.&nbsp; I almost pull it back out to do it again, but realizing I've closed my eyes in pleasure, I get on with it, sliding almost all of the big cock inside, just an inch sticking out.<br><br>I bring my feet back down to the floor, sitting as demurely as I can with an inch of vibrator sticking out between my legs.&nbsp; "Can I take the test now?" I try to ask in exasperation, but it's a little breathless.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Choose your own Adventure (TRB, Chloe Milov, Asherah, open for more players!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRollingBarrel</strong> on <strong>05-12-2009, 22:19:02</strong>
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				<strong>ELVEN SEX GODDES:</strong><br><br>You're stuck. People can see you! You're fortunate the sun is at your back because with the right angle, the light would show the glistening fluid around your vagina, and people would know for sure that you were aroused. It was better to pretend - to pretend this wasn't unusual, no, nothing to see here, please ignore the bottomless co-ed with a pussy stuffed to the brim with school supplies. You consider folding your hands over your crotch, providing yourself at least a modicum of privacy, but - no, there's no point in tempting fate, because Jack might take even the slightest attempt to maintain modesty as a breach of your deal. Instead, you cross your arms beneath your breasts, making them swell out just the tiniest bit. You try turning your focus inward as your cheeks burn, because acknowledging the people leering and ogling at you will make things just that much more difficult. You tune out the oppressive feeling of a dozen strangers' gazes affixed to you and your most precious parts; let them stare, it's - it's not important, it doesn't matter, it...<br><br>You hear shuffling footsteps from your right, and resist the urge to turn to face the oncomer...hopefully he or she will just wander on past, spare your dignity...but, no, the footsteps draw to a sudden stop a few feet away, as if your new company had only just noticed you and your 'situation.' You swallow nervously - your pussy still tingled from Fred and Jack's touch, from having all of the items inserted into you, and, and just so embarassing, you feel light-headed...<br><br>"Hey," says the man - yes, a man, that was definitely a male voice - as he shuffles over beside you. You refuse to look at him, but he leans in close to you, so try as you might you can still see him out of your peripheral vision - it looks like he's got short-cropped, black hair and a scruffy beard, but that's about all you can tell. You don't respond to him, but that's fine, because after a moment, he continues talking. "Some sort of new advertising stunt for the store, or something?"<br><br>He probably means the office supplies store at your back, but what difference does it make? Rather than relay your story to him - he probably didn't care, and it was still embarrassing to go into - you simply nod, keeping your lips pressed shut.<br><br>"Ah. Well, I guess this is one way to attrack business..." the man at last steps away from you, maneuvering himself - in front of you, oh God, you feel his eyes on your pussy, just like everybody else had been today! He licks his lips, not unlike a hungry wolf, and furrows his brow. Your previous assessment of him was right: short-cropped, black hair, scruffy beard. Only a few years older than you (certainly not a college student, unless he wanted to be the next Van Wilder), he wasn't a looker, but he certainly wasn't ugly, and he kept his hands stuffed into his pockets as he considered you. "I figure any girl with the balls to do this sort of work deserves a tip...but I only got big bills on me, so, sorry. Unless..."<br><br>And here we go - more with the conditions. You keep silent regardless of your irritation - might as well let him say his piece.<br><br>"Put on a show for me," the man says, one hand drifting your way - resting on one of your boobs. He gives it a gentle squeeze, massaging it, and you shudder despite yourself. Your nipples are still hard from Fred's manipulation of your pussy. "If you masturbate for me right here, I'll be inclined to throw you a bone."<br><br>"What are we looking at?" You blurt, before you can keep it in - and your voice hitches as he sends a jolt of pleasure through your body as his palm brushes your nipple.<br><br>"Twenty bucks," he replies. He pauses, seems to consider something, and adds, "Forty if you let me do it."<br><br>There's no backing out now...you suppress a whimper. He looks like the kind of guy who doesn't take 'no' for an answer...and Jack won't let you back into the store until the issue with Fred's ladyfriend is resolved. You can either MASTURBATE FOR THE MAN, or LET HIM DO IT FOR YOU...it's money, and money means pants...choose wisely, and describe what happens.<br><strong><br>CHLOE MILEV:</strong><br><br>It - it felt so good. You've been able to suppress a climax this long, but - being seen in public, having the tests and now this vibrator stuck inside you...it's difficult, and you know that if the professor cranks the setting up too high, you won't be able to hold back anymore. As you bite back a shudder, you try to look as innocent as you can, but you have to slouch a little bit so the extra length of the vibrator sticks out. There's no point in jamming it any further than you're comfortable with.<br><br>The professor complies with your request, though - finally! - and plucks your test from the top of the pile. He passes it and a pencil your way, and you twist so you can use the table beside you to finish. You draw a deep breath, find the spot you left off at, and go back to work - <br><br>- as soon as your pencil touches the paper, the vibrator buzzes and wiggles to life inside you. It's slow and gentle right now, but it's hitting all the right spots, and it's enough to bring you that much closer to the edge. You set your shoulders and bite your lower lip to keep yourself from doubling over, you have a test to finish, it doesn't matter how - how good it feels...<br><br>You keep motoring on your test despite - despite the pleasure radiating out from inside you. But every few minutes, the professor ramps up the intensity, you can <em>hear</em> the vibrator buzzing, but only barely at this point beneath your breath - short and choppy and oh <em>God</em> - and the thrumming inside your ears. So preoccupied are you that you only distantly realize the professor opening a drawer in his desk and sliding the tests inside; he snaps the drawer shut and locks it with a key on his keychain. When finished, he pushes up to his feet, clears his throat - and says, "Please excuse me. I'll be back in about five minutes."<br><br>He - he walks away - you see the remote in his hand, a flash of pink just before he slides it away into one of his coat pockets. Thank God, because you can't hold the pending orgasm back any longer - he opens the door, goes through - turns to face you and says, "Don't take it out," like he needs to remind you, before closing it behind him, leaving you alo - <br><br>The vibrator - you feel it surge and jump inside you, so much more intense than before, oh God, that prick, he - he cranked it up, oh, oh, you wouldn't be able to - to stop - feels so good -<br><br>You shudder, moan (because you know you're alone, you know you can let it out), and jolt as climax takes you, sending waves of pleasure up through your spine, down to your legs, your nipples have absolutely peaked, and, fuck, it's so...<br><br>...so...<br><br>...take the, the test, finish the test. Yeah. Your breath hitches, and you wish - you wish you could take the vibrator out, your pussy is tingling, your chest heaving, your body electrified, but, but the test...almost done, almost...<br><br>It only takes a couple more minutes, but - but you finish it, you do, you <em>do</em>, you're done - and, and, you bite your lower lip again, please let the professor return soon, please - and, yes, not too much later, the door opens again and he walks inside, shouldering the door closed behind him and sauntering over to his desk. You know you did as well as you could on the test - you'd studied, after all, and you hadn't let the vibrator detract from that, so you slide it over to him, confident - and wait, wait, you <em>want</em> the vibrator out, but you keep it in because he could dick you over if you do, and you know it.<br><br>"Very good," the professor says, taking the test from you and setting it on the far corner of his desk. He makes a small mark at the top in red pen - you hope it's to do with all that extra credit you'd 'earned' on the way here. At last, he turns to you, you're practically jumping out of your skin. "One last thing before you go," he says, and you don't care at this point, just as long as he takes the vibrator out!<br><br>"What?" You ask, keeping your voice as even as possible. "What is it?"<br><br>"I happen to have lost the remote to the vibrator," he says, nonchalantly - and you, damn him, you know he's full of shit already. "Fell out the window at the end of the hallway. It landed in the bushes below. Would you be so kind as to get it for me?"<br><br>You start to shut him down - you're tired of dealing with him and his stipulations - but before you can, he adds, "If you don't, I'm afraid I'll have to flunk your test."<br><br>Oh, yeah, of <em>course</em>, freaking dandy.<br><br>"Of course, if you do feel so kind as to help me, I'm going to have to ask you to keep the vibrator inside you all the way there and back." He casts a glance down at your pussy, the inch of pink plastic sticking out from between your legs. "And don't try to be sneaky and take it out - because I'll know."<br><br>You contemplate letting the professor know just what you think of him now in as few letters as possible, but - now you have a dilemma on your hands. The window the professor is talking about...if you take the elevator and go outside the door nearby, you'll just have to go left around the front of the building. But you have to actually <em>find</em> the remote, which could be stuck anywhere in any one of those bushes, and you'd have to keep the vibrator inside you the entire time...the search could take <em>ages</em>...but the grade...you'd already done so much for it...<br><br>You can either TAKE THE FAILING GRADE and wash your hands of the professor, or you can GO SEARCH FOR THE VIBRATOR to make sure all of your hard work comes to fruition. Be sure to describe the journey if you choose to make it...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Choose your own Adventure (TRB, Chloe Milov, Asherah, open for more players!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>06-12-2009, 01:06:07</strong>
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				I stand in disbelief at the proposition to earn money.&nbsp; &nbsp;My cheeks burning,&nbsp; &nbsp;my arousal&nbsp; so intense.&nbsp; &nbsp;Especially after this guy has teased tweaking my nipple.&nbsp; &nbsp;I am so close to screaming right now.&nbsp; &nbsp;I swallow dryly to suppress this urge.&nbsp; I wonder in this moment where is Jake, what is taking him.&nbsp; &nbsp;I dare not shift either.&nbsp; &nbsp;The supplies stuffed inside of me, threaten to have me gushing again.&nbsp; <br><br>A crowd has gathered ogling me.&nbsp; &nbsp;All eyes are on me and this guy.&nbsp; &nbsp;The money twenty or forty bucks, would be enough for me to get a cab or even to go and purchase some pants.&nbsp; &nbsp;I wait a few moments,&nbsp; praying that Jake comes out.&nbsp; He does not during this time.&nbsp; &nbsp;I lower my head as I get out in low almost inaudible voice past me and this guy.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br><em>"You do it."</em><br><br>As I answer in agreeing to his terms.&nbsp; &nbsp;While choosing the option that he do the honor of masturbating me.&nbsp; &nbsp; His face lights p with a smirk that plays across it.&nbsp; &nbsp; Wasting no time I feel his hand reach and cup my genital area.&nbsp; &nbsp; Rubbing it in slow tantalizing tease.&nbsp; &nbsp;His thumb pressing my clitoral hood, rubbing the fleshy nub.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br><em>"Oh yes!."</em>&nbsp; I suddenly exclaim as a jolt of pleasure rips through me.&nbsp; &nbsp;I involuntarily spread my legs in response in lewd splayed pose.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>His eyes light up even more.&nbsp; Especially as one then two fingers probe into my heated very wet pink depths.&nbsp; &nbsp; I can see then his realization that I have things stuffed in my pussy.&nbsp; &nbsp; He now works vigurously in masturbating me.&nbsp; &nbsp;Coupled with those school supplies.&nbsp; &nbsp;I find myself lewdly moaning in response and grinding down on his fingers.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>The crowd is cheering him on.&nbsp; As I have become the center of attraction here on the street.&nbsp; &nbsp;It does not take long for me to gush on his hand with my juices as he flames another orgasm to sweep over me.&nbsp; &nbsp; His smirk widens even more.&nbsp; &nbsp;Through not just for my easy capulation in being driven to an orgasm.&nbsp; No it is the police officer that has now moved in having been on his beat patrol through the neighbor hood.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>Which is not a good thing for me,&nbsp; especially since&nbsp; I don't see him.&nbsp; &nbsp;For if the guy were to give me the forty dollars for this.&nbsp; &nbsp;It would be construed as prosistition.&nbsp; &nbsp;An well that would not be good.&nbsp; &nbsp;However,&nbsp; right now that is a mute point.&nbsp; For I am too busy whimpering in ecstasty.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Choose your own Adventure (TRB, Chloe Milov, Asherah, open for more players!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRollingBarrel</strong> on <strong>12-12-2009, 17:57:23</strong>
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				<strong>Elven Sex Goddess:</strong><br><br>You pant, gasping from the second orgasm of the morning; it doesn't help that your first was barely ten minutes ago, and your entire body buzzes, alight with electricity. Finally, an out - you can get a cab, go buy your own pants, and put this nightmare behind you. This new out is tantalizing, because it means that you don't have to pander to Jack anymore - <br><br>"What's going on here?" demands a cool, authoritative voice, and your throat tightens automatically. Glancing upward, you see a police officer - a younger, smooth-shaven man with short-cropped hair and a crisp uniform. He was kind of cute, and despite his comparative youth (you figure he's in his late twenties), he carries an air of mature responsibility about him. You hope your assessment is right, because he would probably understand your situation - maybe even help you. You know that nothing you've done up to this point is actually illegal, as public indecency laws had been scaled back remarkably over recent years...<br><br>...yet, prostitution was still an arrestable offense, and you drop a silent curse. If the man who had just pleasured you follows through on his deal in sight of the officer (and you hope that he was smart enough to draw the same realization you have), then that could be construed as prostitution.<br><br>"Nothing out of the ordinary, officer," the man answers for you - which is just as well, since your voice has locked up, and you're still light-headed from the orgasm. "Just having a little fun."<br><br>The police officer narrows his eyes at the man, before glancing over to you; he sizes you up, trying to figure out the situation for himself. Your thighs and pussy are still glistening with fluid, and he would have to be blind to not notice. You squirm a little under his gaze, but he doesn't linger on your pussy, his eyes instead focusing on yours. You let out a breath you hadn't known you'd been holding; it was nice to meet a man who didn't stare at you, who didn't make you feel like you were on the spotlight.<br><br>"Are you alright, miss?" he asks, his voice level and calm - not accusatory, thank God. "Is this man harassing you?"<br><br>"No," you blurt; it's already obvious that shifting the blame to the man who had offered you money for services rendered would be detrimental as he could easily turn the tables and tell the officer that you'd accepted (and he had a small crowd of eye-witnesses to back him up). "Not at all, sir."<br><br>The officer doesn't look entirely convinced, but shifts his attention away from you, to the gathered crowd - he starts waving them off, telling them that there was nothing to see here, et cetera et cetera. And when he turns around to face those who had assembled behind them, you feel the man's fingers on you again - gentle this time, subtle, but you still can't help from shuddering. Was he nuts?! You turn to glare at him, but he smirks and winks; he slides something small inside your vagina before withdrawing his fingers, wiping them off the side of his pants.<br><br>"Let it never be said that I'm not a man of my word," he whispers, before returning his attention to the officer.<br><br>With the crowds dispersed, the officer looks back at you and opens his mouth - he's about to say something, maybe ask you if you need help, and it would certainly be nice...but at that very moment, a familiar chime strikes the air behind you. You glance to the office supplies store to find Jack emerging from it - perplexed, though he is quick to regain his composure. He saunters over to you and says, "Okay, we've got everything sorted out. You ready to come back inside?"<br><br>You stop short - you hadn't been expecting Jack to come back out! Your brain locks up as you try to figure out what to do, but Jack takes your silence as a 'yes,' and takes your hand in his. Are you just going to FOLLOW JACK, or will you manage to shake off the nerves and ASK THE OFFICER FOR HELP?<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Choose your own Adventure (TRB, Chloe Milov, Asherah, open for more players!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>16-01-2010, 23:40:30</strong>
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				The last thing to cross my mind is to ask the officer for help.&nbsp; &nbsp;Instead I am mortified with fear.&nbsp; &nbsp;Fear of being arrested, that the cop will get the wrong idea.&nbsp; &nbsp;I search for an out in my mind. To respond to his offer of help.&nbsp; &nbsp; It does not help I feel light headed from having been pushed to my second mind blowing orgasm in just ten minutes.&nbsp; I go to respond,&nbsp; stutter out a single syllable.&nbsp; Then catch myself and fall silent.&nbsp; As I hear a familiar voice.&nbsp; &nbsp;That voice is like a godsend to me right now.&nbsp; &nbsp;A knight in shining armor that has suddenly galloped in and is now my savior&nbsp; yet again.&nbsp; <br><br>Jack my savior takes my silence as a sign I am ready to come back in.&nbsp; So caught up in turmoil.&nbsp; I acquiesce to my hand being grabbed and Jack leading me back into the store without protest.&nbsp; &nbsp; The truth, I am more fearful of the cop protesting.&nbsp; &nbsp;Thus my continued silence.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>While it has not even dawned upon me that when the guy had touched me again.&nbsp; When the cop turned to shoo off the crowd.&nbsp; That he had slipped the promise payment into my vaginal canal.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Once again I am in the store.&nbsp; I toss a glance around.&nbsp; &nbsp;The clerk, his girlfriend.&nbsp; I wonder what happened between them.&nbsp; After I had been sent out.&nbsp; What was said between them.&nbsp; &nbsp;The lower nudity of myself suddenly becoming not important.&nbsp; &nbsp;As I don't realize this subtle shift in thinking at the moment.&nbsp; As I stand there in full display.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Choose your own Adventure (TRB, Chloe Milov, Asherah, open for more players!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRollingBarrel</strong> on <strong>23-01-2010, 06:28:57</strong>
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				<strong>ELVEN SEX GODDESS:</strong><br><br>You're back inside the store - your body is alight with buzzing electricity and it's hard to think straight. Two orgasms, a very <em>public</em> display of yourself, and a close brush with the law - it was overwhelming, so it takes you a second to notice that Min (Fred's girlfriend) has her arms crossed over her chest and is looking, very pointedly, away from you. As you come to, you realize she'd glared at you as you first came in; she still had some grudge to bear against you, but it wasn't your fault you were stuck in this position. Fred, likewise, keeps his eyes away from you, though you can tell it's a lot harder for him - not so much that you're in the position you're in, just that he'd been sort of sympathetic.<br><br>Jack thumbs the loops in his jeans and clears his throat. "Crisis averted...so, it's time to finish up business here." He casts a cautious glance over at you and says, "Do you want to empty yourself out, or are you still feeling frisky?"<br><br>It's clear what he's proposing: you can either TAKE THE ITEMS OUT YOURSELF, or you can HAVE JACK TAKE THEM OUT FOR YOU. You already know he's not shy, and he's already had some fun with you...you're hesitant to let him touch you again, but at the same time you know it's not far from over, and he might even make it feel...good.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Choose your own Adventure (TRB, Chloe Milov, Asherah, open for more players!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>23-01-2010, 07:09:04</strong>
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				I feel strained under the gaze of Fred's girlfriend.&nbsp; &nbsp;As she bores a hole into me.&nbsp; A self righteous indignation of condemnation thrown at me.&nbsp; &nbsp;I was the, no I am the floozy that is flaunting herself on display.&nbsp; I so want to stick my tongue out at her right at this moment.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>A shift my gaze to look over at Fred.&nbsp; &nbsp;He is trying hard not to look at me.&nbsp; &nbsp;I cannot help but smile softly with this realization.&nbsp; &nbsp;My gaze then shifts back to his girlfriend.&nbsp; I so want to say something to her.&nbsp; &nbsp; Like telling her I understand.&nbsp; I have such a pretty vulva.&nbsp; &nbsp; My small smile erupts into a devilish grin for a split second.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>I sway a bit, as my legs are still like rubber.&nbsp; I am still tingling down in my nether region.&nbsp; Reaching out with my right hand.&nbsp; I brace myself in support.&nbsp; &nbsp;As I grab the checkout counter.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>With just reaching out to brace and steady myself.&nbsp; I hear the clearing of throat done by Jack.&nbsp; He is going to say something.&nbsp; Which draws my gaze to turn towards him.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;As indeed he does speak.&nbsp; &nbsp;He wants me to pull out the stuff so he can purchase&nbsp; it.&nbsp; &nbsp;Or else let him do it.&nbsp; &nbsp; Two hours ago,&nbsp; I would have said no right off the bat.&nbsp; &nbsp; No debate about at all.&nbsp; &nbsp;The only thing that remains the same.&nbsp; Is&nbsp; I have no debate in my mind.<br><br><em>"You can Jack."</em><br><br>My voice sounds sultry to me.&nbsp; Full of arousal and want.&nbsp; &nbsp;Reaching down with my left hand on the counter.&nbsp; &nbsp;I bend forward, as I splay my legs out in display.&nbsp; &nbsp; Looking down at the counter as I readied for Jack.&nbsp; &nbsp;I lift my head and would look right into the gaze of Fred's girlfriend.&nbsp; I stick my tongue out at her.&nbsp; I could not hold it no more, I just had to do it.&nbsp; &nbsp;While my thoughts with to a hope that Jack would get me off for a third time this morning.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Choose your own Adventure (TRB, Chloe Milov, Asherah, open for more players!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRollingBarrel</strong> on <strong>29-01-2010, 21:28:38</strong>
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				Something has changed; right now, it's not about modesty, or trying to hide what's in plain sight. Now you just want to antagonize Min, because how dare she judge you without asking what had gotten you here? You stick your tongue out at her as Jack kneels down behind you, and she blushes and whirls around, putting her back at you. You allow a slow, broad smile; you've won this round.<br><br>Already you can feel Jack's fingers as he spreads your pussy lips; you're still electrified from your last orgasm, and the contact only jolts you further. As the day has worn on, you've almost gotten used to strangers burying their fingers (and school supplies) into you, stroking your inner walls. The can of compressed air isn't that far into you, and Jack reaches inside with his free hand and tries to grasp the item. His fingers slip a few times - it's so soaked in your juices it's understandable it'd be hard to get a grip on - but each miss feels good. They're sudden, untainted pulses, and you're almost sad when he manages to secure a good hold and draws it downward. He spreads your lips further to allow for the canned air's passage, and when it's out, you feel an immense pressure relieved from inside you, making you gasp. Soooo so good...<br><br>"Hey - what's this?" Jack asks, and at first you have no idea what he means. Then he stands up, setting the slick, glistening can on the register counter, and you see in his other hand a green wad of paper. He hikes one eyebrow at it before unfurling it; it's two twenty dollar bills, the ones given to you by the man outside for services rendered. He turns his attention to you and says, "Where'd these come from? I don't remember cash being on my shopping list."<br><br>Oy. So, this is sort of a situation...you could TELL HIM WHERE THE MONEY CAME FROM, and tell him you planned on using it to pay for pants, or you could shrug and SAY YOU DON'T KNOW. You're pretty sure that nothing good can come from lying...not to mention, Jack still has to get the markers, pencils and ink cartridge out of your vagina! Have a little fun with that.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Choose your own Adventure (TRB, Chloe Milov, Asherah, open for more players!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>30-01-2010, 05:12:20</strong>
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				I bore my gaze into the other woman.&nbsp; &nbsp;As Jack kneels down behind me.&nbsp; &nbsp; How dare she even judge me.&nbsp; She knows not what I have been through.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Dam it feels good, 'oh my.'&nbsp; &nbsp;Jack's fingers spread my pussy lips.&nbsp; &nbsp;Fingers, hand reach up into my vaginal depths.&nbsp; The act of him pulling out the can is just too much.&nbsp; &nbsp; I am so sensitive down there.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;My legs feel like they will buckle on me.&nbsp; Somehow through I manage to keep my feet.&nbsp; &nbsp;Manage to stay upright.&nbsp; &nbsp;Finally the first item is out.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>Through this brings a sudden pause.&nbsp; &nbsp;For dropping out of&nbsp; vaginal depths is wadded up two twenties.&nbsp; &nbsp;Jack questions me,&nbsp; where did I get it.&nbsp; &nbsp; I honestly in the moment don't know.&nbsp; &nbsp;I must flash a blank look of stupefy reaction.&nbsp; &nbsp;It sure feels like it.&nbsp; &nbsp;I am not sure what comes over me.&nbsp; &nbsp;As I speak without thinking.<br><br><em>"Ahh found it,&nbsp; &nbsp;so thought for lunch."</em> <br><br>It is as my big mouth that suddenly wagged ahead with out me thinking.&nbsp; &nbsp;And before I can stop myself.&nbsp; As I uttered my response.&nbsp; I realize its the money from the guy outside.&nbsp; &nbsp;The payment he promised.&nbsp; It is why he had fondled me with the cop there.&nbsp; &nbsp;When the cop had turned his back.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;I was going to get pants.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Choose your own Adventure (TRB, Elven Sex Goddess, open for more players!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Black Orchid</strong> on <strong>02-02-2010, 06:14:29</strong>
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				I was feeling exceptionally lethargic today, I always hate when I wake before the alarm ring, that usually means valuable sleep time is lost. Even a few minutes manage to irk me, which is why my body suddenly shuts down in the sense that I've lack the 'proper' amount of sleep. I wanted to use this time quickly to dress and brush my hair and teeth, so I grabbed my &nbsp;rainbow toe socks (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/56/Toe_socks.jpg) and went into the bathroom to attempt the brushing at the same time; my feet weren't cold in the bathroom, but that did nothing for the rest of my body. Glancing at the clock again, I still had five minutes before wake up time, so adding trinkets to my hair would be next, but placing my shirt on would ruin any work I've progressed in. Placing a shirt on without a bra was everything including indecent, so I couldn't forget that too—I choose my typical black tank top (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/20/Sndl-00281260QFMAX.jpg)—the shirt that seen better days and probably deserved to rot on a rack than be bought by the messy artist; looking at the clock—three minutes—<em>damn</em>, I would have to wake soon!<br><br>Rushing to the bathroom for muchly needed ribbons and barrettes, I rushed back out of the bathroom, nearly tripping once the alarm ran off. Well, great, all the running around woke me up more than I wanted to accept, and now I had no time left for extra sleep; I was dressed now, and the five minutes my alarm use to give me for getting dress and rush to the school before class started was idly waiting, I've never stopped to have breakfast in the past as I would always selfishly mingled with my time.<br><br>I've decided to busy myself with untoasted bread and chocolate syrup, popping the hearty meal into my mouth, I rushed to the front door where my red kitten heels (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9e/Rccqpjjl-200.jpg) always sat half the time I was in the house. Even though the dull hours of school was where I was rushing to, I couldn't help but keep the bright optimistic smile on my face, the air was cold and bitter, and it nipped in places it shouldn't, but that would be fine once I stroll into the warm building of the school—these dorms didn't seem worth my money. Once the metal doors sealed shut behind me, and I was left out in the blowing wind, it then came to my attention that everything calf to navel up was intensely freezing.<br><br>I looked down to spot there was no cloth anywhere on my middle, I would have freaked if the situation didn't leave me wondering how I could be so stupid, and in such an embarrassing way. I'd love to go back inside, but I had no pockets for the key which was probably in my second pair of pants up the flight of stairs in my room's closet. Great, I take the time to remember the dorms under maintenance today, and would have no dorm dwellers to understand my cry of insanity and allow me back in.<br><br>The students lounging around the campus grounds now held the incredulous looks my eyes have formed as blaming them was all I could think to do. I have two hands, and also knew how to use them, so my small palms would work as futile concealers over most of the center areas as I rushed further from the crowed as it was time to think prudently and FIND A PLACE TO HIDE.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Choose your own Adventure (TRB, ESG, Black Orchid, open for more players!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRollingBarrel</strong> on <strong>02-02-2010, 21:39:46</strong>
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				<strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong><br><br>Jack pauses to consider your excuse, and for a second, your breath catches; he could use the money, he could take it from you as part of his deal, he could...<br><br>"Lunch, huh? That sounds good." Jack shrugs and leaves the wadded up twenties on the counter. "We can get an early lunch after we've gotten you your pants."<br><br>You let out a sigh of relief; for once, Jack hadn't set a condition. It was unexpected, but...nice. Unfortunately, you're too wrapped up in your newfound ease and the buzzing waves of pleasure to catch his tone of voice.<br><br>The boy kneels down again, and you feel his hands at work around and inside your pussy; he spreads your lips open again and dips inside, burying his fingers in deeper this side, grasping and pulling out the packet of mechanical pencils, the plastic wrapping smooth on your inner walls. You moan, everything, you're on fire, inside, outside, your chest shuddering, and he reaches inside you again - deeper, ever deeper, up to his knuckles this time as he wrestled for purchase on the dry erase markers, his fingers working, oh <em>God</em>. One by one, the markers slide free of you, and at last, he wraps his fingers around the final object (had to, oh, he managed to fit most of his, his hand in, your breath was tight and hot and your throat tingled) and eases it out of you: the boxed printer cartridge, sliding past your pussy lips, clutched securely in his hand.<br><br>You feel - empty, now, you're not sure how long you've been full of Jack's school supplies, but an immense pressure has been relieved of you, and it feels <em>good</em>. Not good enough to set you off, though, even with Jack's handiwork, and you feel a pang of sadness and frustration as he withdraws from you completely, letting your vagina close itself up.<br><br>Well, dammit. You'd been kind of hoping he'd - he'd set you off, because climaxing in front of Min would be so incredibly satisfying after what she'd put you through. You can finish what Jack started and MASTURBATE TILL YOU ORGASM, or you can let it slide - prevent from aggitating Min any further, but at this point, you're not sure you really care. Either way, the results are in your hands to describe...<br><br><strong>Black Orchid</strong><br><br>Well, of all the things you'd anticipated doing today, going outside naked from waist to calf certainly wasn't one of them. It didn't help that it was chilly out, and you were thankful - though in a bittersweet way - that you'd consciously remembered to wear a bra. Sure, compared to what you were flaunting about now, that wouldn't be too awful bad, but...you grumbled, breath tight in your chest, it was better to take the small victories where you could even though the day was, so far, a huge loss - and you'd only woken up minutes ago.<br><br>You cover yourself with your hands as you rush past the crowd of students oggling you, and even then it doesn't feel like enough - like you're still showing them too much (which in essence you are). With a furious blush on your face, heat rising up to your cheeks and ears (how the hell did you manage this?! Oh God, you'd never be able to live it down), your brain rifles through possible hiding spots. You draw a blank; where could you go - where would nobody see you?<br><br>A quick glance to the side yields one answer: fifty yards away and to your right is a street, one of many surrounding or dividing campus, and on the opposite side of the road are small housing units, too tiny to be considered actual houses, but each one was an individual building. You had to have money to live in one of those places, with the extra room and the proximity to campus...and there was enough space between each for you to duck into, to hide in the shadows,<br><br>But another idea comes to mind: there's an old utility shed in the opposite direction, farther away - practically across campus. You could go there - it'd be a long trip, especially if you tried staying out of sight the entire time - but you would have less chance of being seen when you were actually there.<br><br>Do you choose to GO FOR THE HOUSES, or do you TRY FOR THE UTILITY SHED?
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Choose your own Adventure (TRB, ESG, Black Orchid, open for more players!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Black Orchid</strong> on <strong>03-02-2010, 01:39:54</strong>
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				It wasn't much I could do but go forward, I didn't know if my hands was just there or actually catching attention like a red beacon, but I did know it wasn't doing as good of a job as shirt or pants would. It was just a few students, okay, a lot, but all they had was their glances, that was fine, I cared more about being <em>seen</em> than being remembered. The looks, however, was too much, and the utility shed that was practically across campus would force me to streak pass all early rising students just to make it. The thought of a guaranty nobody might be there was very enticing, but the gawking looks from the courts full of students had me peddling away in the opposite direction. The students were all probably going to class now, so treading on the school building grounds was tricky.<br><br>I'd, hopefully be out of sight from the stares of students, <em>and</em> closer to my dorms. I don't know, maybe it was the fact that my head was stealing all my blood circulation and the increasing embarrassment was pushing me towards the closer option, but I didn't take any longer to think as I picked up my pace and made a mad dash FOR THE HOUSES.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Choose your own Adventure (TRB, ESG, Black Orchid, open for more players!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>03-02-2010, 02:20:54</strong>
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				I look to each one of their faces.&nbsp; &nbsp;I read nothing that is expressed in the expressions shown back to me.&nbsp; &nbsp; I tremble still from Jack having played with my private area.&nbsp; &nbsp;To get out his supplies he had me stuff in it.&nbsp; &nbsp;His response to my answer regarding the money, it doesn't matter.&nbsp; &nbsp;Not in the way it should.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Pants right now are the farthest thing from my thoughts.&nbsp; <br><br>Drawing my gaze back to Min.&nbsp; She has really rubbed me wrong.&nbsp; I so want to make her squirm and feel discomfort.&nbsp; &nbsp;I realize even at the expense of my own dignity.&nbsp; &nbsp;It is then that I catch a glance at the scanner gun, sitting in the holster.&nbsp; On the other side of the checkout counter.&nbsp; It sits just above the conveyor belt of the counter.&nbsp; &nbsp; With out thinking I climb onto the counter and the belt.&nbsp; &nbsp;To where I kneeling in front of that gun.&nbsp; &nbsp;Its rounded edge leaning over the counter towards me.&nbsp; &nbsp;My gaze goes to Min's.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br><em>"You know what I realized.&nbsp; &nbsp;I have a pretty vulva.&nbsp; I also realize I am so hot right now. I also am getting off on your boyfriend and Jack looking.&nbsp; So I am going to masturbate myself for them.&nbsp; &nbsp;Well not just for them,&nbsp; for myself also.&nbsp; Because as I said I am so incredibly hot and horny now."</em><br><br>With that,&nbsp; I rise up to array squatting over the scanner gun.&nbsp; &nbsp;I take and splay open my nether lips with my right hand's fingers.&nbsp; &nbsp;I lower myself onto the gun.&nbsp; Stretching myself around it.&nbsp; Then I would begin to lewdly grind against it.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"I am going to use this gun to get off on, with masturbating myself on it.&nbsp; &nbsp;So that way when every time it is used.&nbsp; &nbsp;He willl remember me. "</em><br><br>It is clear she is losing her self in the moment.&nbsp; She is not even watching the door to see if anyone is coming in.&nbsp; &nbsp;As she begins to grind even faster in lewd masturbation on top of the check out counter.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Choose your own Adventure (TRB, ESG, Black Orchid, open for more players!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRollingBarrel</strong> on <strong>12-02-2010, 22:19:50</strong>
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				<strong>Black Orchid</strong><br><br>The utility shed was tempting, but the houses were much closer, and there you'd be far less likely to be spotted. People are still staring at you, and even though you're covering yourself, there's not much left to the imagination. Under their combined scrutinizing, burning gaze, you pivot and dash for the street. This wasn't fair - you hadn't exactly planned on this! You were just one girl trying to get through college, and...<br><br>Just as you make it to the sidewalk, you see a large, dark blur coming at you from your left - and, before you know it, you're tumbling backwards, landing hard on your butt. Dazed, you shake your head and glance over to what you'd hit: another student, cursing under her breath as she picked up the books she'd dropped when running into you. She turns her attention towards you, her face contorted - obviously going to chew you out - until she realizes your, ah, <em>situation</em>. Her expression changes to shock, and you see her eyes roving across you to your pussy...which you weren't covering anymore, you realize, your fingers curled in the grass, your legs splayed apart from the fall.<br><br>"Do you - um...do you need help or something?" The girl asks...your first instinct, though, is to GET UP AND RUN, leaving her with her free view...but maybe you could STAY AND HEAR HER OUT, and she could actually lend a hand...<br><br><strong>Elven Sex Goddes</strong><br><br>Your mind thrums as you lose yourself to your pleasure...the scanner gun is round and bulbous, and with the rhythmic pumping of your hips, massages your inner walls like nobody's business. Everything, the world, your body, it's all hot, so hot, and you've already been humiliated and thrust out in public and had other peoples' hands inside you...you know you'll regret this later, but Min is the one responsible for your public humiliation. The least you could do was subject her to some in private.<br><br>As you grind the scanner gun, you notice Fred casting a shocked, helpless glance over to Min, and then to Jack - he was lost, absolutely lost, and you allow yourself a wicked grin. (Dimly, you hear Jack say, "Hey, don't look at me, I didn't put her up to this. I'm just enjoying the show.") Min's face has gone beet-red, but whether it's from embarrassment or fury, you're not sure. It doesn't matter. You want to continue to boast, to tell her how glorious your vulva is, how attractive it is, just to antagonize her that much further...but that's when you look down. You see that Fred's popped a tent again, despite his best efforts to hide it...and you get another idea.<br><br>You could just settle for BOASTING ABOUT YOUR VAGINA to Min, or you could take it one step further and START PLAYING WITH FRED. You know you'll be pushing your luck, but it'll be so, totally worth it...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Choose your own Adventure (TRB, ESG, Black Orchid, open for more players!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>11-04-2010, 07:43:44</strong>
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				So turned on now with the public masturbation.&nbsp; &nbsp; I am dripping wet with my arousal.&nbsp; &nbsp;The other woman,&nbsp; I really no longer want to humiliate her.&nbsp; &nbsp;She is beat red, it could be embarrassment or it could be rage of anger.&nbsp; &nbsp;I though suspect embarrassment.&nbsp; &nbsp;It is then that I notice the very stiff woody that Fred has.&nbsp; &nbsp;All thoughts of not humiliating the woman flee out&nbsp; of my thoughts.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>For suddenly I want Fred's cock.&nbsp; I want him to take me.&nbsp; Take me right there on the checkout counter.&nbsp; He wants me,&nbsp; his erection says this.&nbsp; I mean it screams it.&nbsp; &nbsp;I mean a guy don't get a erection if he doesn't want.&nbsp; &nbsp; He wants to fuck me hard.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;An I should fuck him hard.&nbsp; I can't leave him hanging.&nbsp; She ain't going to give it him anytime soon.&nbsp; &nbsp;Yes I want him.&nbsp; Oh gods I want him.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Suddenly she reaches out.&nbsp; &nbsp;Taking and going to the bulge that Fred has in his pants.&nbsp; She begins to work on freeing it.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br><em>"Oh yes, I want you Fred.&nbsp; &nbsp;I want you to take me right here on the checkout counter.&nbsp; &nbsp;An Jack you get to watch. "</em>&nbsp; Screw the girlfriend.&nbsp; She's a bitch anyways.&nbsp; the poor guy didn't deserve him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Choose your own Adventure (TRB, ESG, Black Orchid, open for more players!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRollingBarrel</strong> on <strong>19-04-2010, 23:17:44</strong>
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				<strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong><br><br>Fred is rock-hard in your grasp, and for the first time this morning you are 100%, completely oblivious to the situation you've found yourself in. You're so hot from being put on display, from having different people touching you, from having the school supplies Jack needed inside your vagina - it's absolutely mind-numbing, and your body is still buzzing and quaking from your last orgasm. <br><br>As you fumble to free Fred's cock, the boy seems to come to his senses and backs away, gritting his teeth, his face flushed red. You whimper, you're so <em>hot</em>, but before you can do anything about this sudden denial, you feel somebody's hand on your arm. You look over and spot Jack, who, for the first time today, looks conflicted and lost. His grip isn't painful, but it's definitely firm.<br><br>"As much as I like what I'm seeing, I'm actually kinda-sorta on a schedule. If you want to jump Fred's bones, that's yours, his and Min's business, but I have class to go to myself. If you want pants..."<br><br>Right - right. The whole lack of pants issue. You draw a deep breath, your chest tight, and try to put yourself back into place, back into the here-and-now. As hard as you tried, though, you just - you wanted to be pounded by this (for all intents and purposes) stranger, right here, right now.<br><br>Choices.<br><br>Do you decide to forgo the pants and <strong>fuck Fred brainless</strong> while Jack takes his leave, or do you force yourself off the scanner gun to <strong>go with Jack to buy pants?</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Choose your own Adventure (TRB, ESG, Black Orchid, open for more players!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>20-04-2010, 05:24:15</strong>
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				<em>"Please."</em>&nbsp; &nbsp;She cries out to Fred as he pulls back.&nbsp; &nbsp;While she would begin to lunge towards him.&nbsp; &nbsp;Halted in mid reach, by the voice of Jack.&nbsp; &nbsp;As he would speak,&nbsp; hearing his words.&nbsp; &nbsp; Her mind raced in agony.&nbsp; &nbsp;A end was in sight to this impossible day.&nbsp; &nbsp;Everything would be back right.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>'But what is right, what is wrong.&nbsp; I have never felt so alive as I do in this moment.&nbsp; I need it,&nbsp; if not Fred.&nbsp; Then I need someone and quick.'<br><br>Several moments of time tick off.&nbsp; &nbsp;Which seems forever.&nbsp; &nbsp;As Jack stood waiting impatiently.&nbsp; &nbsp;Ready to go,&nbsp; being a killjoy to her awakening, newly found.&nbsp; 'Screw it,'&nbsp; <em>"Please Fred,&nbsp; I am begging you."</em>&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Her answer given, as she turns her attention towards Fred.&nbsp; &nbsp;Jack, the girlfriend of no concern in that moment.&nbsp; &nbsp;She needed it now, she needed to see it through.&nbsp; &nbsp;It's wild, exciting and most of all she has never&nbsp; been so horny in her life.&nbsp; &nbsp;'God I could walk into a&nbsp; bar mid morning and get gang banged.'&nbsp; &nbsp;That is how horny she is at this moment.&nbsp; As the thought crosses her mind.&nbsp; As she beckons in pleading posture for Fred to come closer, to have her.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>She is not the same young woman that in errant had locked herself out of her dorm room this morning.&nbsp; With having no bottoms on at all.&nbsp; &nbsp;Not the doe like girl that had darted in fear of being seen.&nbsp; Now in the few hours she has changed.&nbsp; &nbsp;For she has transformed into a wild&nbsp; primal creature with lustful carnal needs.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Choose your own Adventure (TRB, ESG, Black Orchid, open for more players!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRollingBarrel</strong> on <strong>25-04-2010, 02:37:33</strong>
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				<strong>Elven Sex Goddess:</strong><br><br>It doesn't matter - pants? Hah, who needed pants? You were just so hot and horny, this day had been nothing but one sexual encounter after another, and a hard, throbbing cock would just be so <em>satisfying</em> - <br><br>- but before you can free Fred from his pants, you notice a flash of movement from the side of your eyes. It's Min, face beet read, eyes like daggers - she is <em>furious</em>, and it's actually kind of intimidating. Before you can react, she places her hands on your breasts and shoves; you stumble, lose your balance, and fall backwards. Your heart stops for a moment, your pulse heavy in your ears - but before you can land, another set of hands is beneath you, supporting you. It's Jack! He eases you up to your feet and, glaring at you and then Min, pulls you away from the counter.<br><br>"Don't you <em>dare</em> touch Fred again," Min seethes, and the scope of the damage you'd caused finally comes into sight. But you still tingle, you're still so <em>hot</em>, your chest is tight and breath raw. "I swear to God I will beat you within an inch of your slutty life if you do."<br><br>"Okay, okay, I think that settles that," Jack says, hurriedly. He walks away from you, snatches up the two twenties he'd pulled from your vagina, and slips them into your hand. "Hold that stuff for me, Fred, I'll be by to pick them up, uh, later today, after taking care of business." You notice him jerk his head towards you, and you stick your tongue out at him.<br><br>Before you can say anything else, Jack slips his fingers inside you (they slide in easily, you're so incredibly wet) and leads you to the front door, outside, away from the store.<br><br>"What the hell?" You growl at him - but you make no attempt to push his hand away from your pussy, because even if it's <em>not</em> the cock you so desperately need, it's at least <em>something</em>.<br><br>"Look, a fella's got to know when to cut his losses," Jack said, glancing over his shoulder at you and hiking an eyebrow. "But I also see a pretty awesome opportunity coming out of all this."<br><br>"Wh-what is that?" You say, trying to keep your voice even - but he's started stroking your inner walls, and your breath catches despite your best efforts.<br><br>"No matter how horny you are, you still need pants." Jack flashes you a grin. "If you still want a good fuck, I can give you that <em>and</em> a ride."<br><br>"What do you have in mind?"<br><br>"I drive, you ride. Make sense to you?"<br><br>Ah. Okay, yeah, that was pretty clear.<br><br>Jack leads you around a building at the end of the street the supply store is on, and there you see a parking lot: it's partially full, and there are people milling about, mostly students but a few older people, too. They look up - see your situation - and all of a sudden you feel like you've been thrust into the spotlight all over again, and you squirm in Jack's grasp. He takes you over to a beat-up, black Sedan that looks like it's seen far better days, and opens the drivers' side door. He slips his fingers out from inside you (you bite back a moan) and steps into the car, undoing his pants before sitting down. It only takes a seconds' work on his part, even though he struggles to undo his fly - but when he's done, you see his cock bob into view. Your heartrate jumps through the roof and you swallow - it's average length, but a little thicker than normal, and his cock's tip was red and swollen. Most importantly, it was a <em>cock</em>, and you <em>needed</em> it.<br><br>"Here's your choices," Jack says, pointing down at his throbbing member. "I'm going to drive. You can either <strong>get on and fuck me</strong> or <strong>give me head</strong> from the passenger's seat. Your call."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Choose your own Adventure (TRB, ESG, Black Orchid, open for more players!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>25-04-2010, 11:54:08</strong>
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				Caught off guard,&nbsp; I am shoved violently off the checkout counter.&nbsp; &nbsp;I cannot even cry out as Min came at me with full fury of jealousy.&nbsp; I wince inwardly it is going to hurt landing on my back flat like this.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>But to my surprise I do not hit the floor.&nbsp; Instead strong arms catch me.&nbsp; &nbsp;I toss a look up and it is Jack.&nbsp; &nbsp;I am surprised by this.&nbsp; &nbsp; His touch through is like wild fire.&nbsp; The arousal still at state that is driving me nuts.&nbsp; &nbsp; His strong masculine presences is fueling it even more.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>He sets me down on the floor to stand.&nbsp; &nbsp;I cannot press further thought on Jake.&nbsp; For Min is coming hard at me with her words.&nbsp; She is really hot with jealousy that is fanning the flames of anger.&nbsp; <br><br>Jack mumbles something.&nbsp; Moves over to grab back up the twenties he had pulled from me.&nbsp; &nbsp;Then returning an handing them back to me.&nbsp; But then suddenly he sticks his fingers into my cuter kitty.&nbsp; &nbsp;Those fingers are like lightning rods that shoot through my nether region.&nbsp; &nbsp;He then pulls me over to Fred.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;As he tells him he will pick up the stuff later.&nbsp; &nbsp;Then to me&nbsp; &nbsp;as he leads me out of the store.&nbsp; That he is going to give me a ride.&nbsp; &nbsp;As he takes me to get pants.&nbsp; &nbsp;I suddenly don't want pants.&nbsp; So I blurt out.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"A skirt"</em><br>&nbsp;<br>We reach the car of his.&nbsp; I have been so preoccupied with my arousal.&nbsp; &nbsp;I forgotten that I am outside.&nbsp; Pausing I see others staring at us.&nbsp; No not us, at me.&nbsp; I am standing here with a guy leading me by my pussy.&nbsp; As I am bottomless. and really hot in heat.&nbsp; Strike that I am not standing with someone.&nbsp; &nbsp;Jack has gotten into the car.&nbsp; A quick glance down to him as I am frozen right now unable to move.&nbsp; &nbsp;I blink in surprise as he is undoing his pants and zipper.&nbsp; &nbsp;After bit of fumbling,&nbsp; he would pull out his cock.&nbsp; Which is large fat and the head is red as he is got a full blown hard on.&nbsp; &nbsp; Now normally I would have blushed.&nbsp; Not now, not after this morning.&nbsp; I look down it with ravenous intent.<br><br>He looks up to me,&nbsp; giving me two options.&nbsp; I can either go around an get in the passenger side.&nbsp; But I must give him a blow job.&nbsp; Or else I slip on his lap, and ride him as we drive over to the store.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>I choose to ride.&nbsp; No way I going to get him off and not get off myself.&nbsp; Its not even a second after thought.&nbsp; As I find myself climbing onto is lap. Taking his cock in hand.&nbsp; &nbsp;Guiding it to tease the entrance of my petals.&nbsp; &nbsp;I push down, impaling myself onto him.&nbsp; &nbsp;It is like heaven as my hot pussy grips his cock in a tight sheath.&nbsp; I gasp in exhilaration.&nbsp; &nbsp;Turning my head I look out the window.&nbsp; &nbsp;But then I realize I ain't looking out the window.&nbsp; Because the door is open.&nbsp; As people have just watched me mount Jack&gt;<br><br>I can only utter.&nbsp; &nbsp;<em>"Lets drive."</em><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Choose your own Adventure (TRB, ESG, Black Orchid, open for more players!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRollingBarrel</strong> on <strong>02-05-2010, 22:28:35</strong>
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				Despite the girth of Jack's cock, you're surprised to find that it slides in without a problem...but then you remember how much you've been fondled, how you've had yourself stuffed full of school supplies, and it all just clicks into place. You were so <em>hot</em>, so <em>wet</em>, that it hadn't been a problem. It feels so good to finally have a <em>man</em> inside you, hot and throbbing and stiff. Your breath catches, and your throat tightens - it couldn't be better.<br><br>You take a quick glance to the side - notice that people had maneuvered themselves around to stare. It takes a second for you to realize that Jack hadn't closed the car door; they'd just seen you, they'd <em>seen</em> you go down on Jack. You take a look at the man whose cock filled you up; he seems unsurprised by this turn of events, but he's blushing anyway, reaching out and slamming the car door shut. Now your lower half is obscured, as is the fact that you were being fucked by this, this <em>guy</em> you'd barely met. It was mortifying, but - but you were learning to take that, to turn the embarrassment around and work it to your favor, because it was actually pretty kinky.<br><br>"Let's ride," you breathe into Jack's ear. He grins, turns on the car (it shudders for a moment, the vibrations making you bounce on Jack's lap just enough to make your sensitive pussy walls tingle), and eases out of the parking lot.<br><br>"Can you see alright?" You ask, clenching yourself around his stiff member.<br><br>"Keep your arms down, and I'll be fine," he replies, his breath tight. As he picks up speed, you begin to grind on him; you shudder, gasp, moan, feels so <em>good</em>, he throbs inside you, your pussy tingles with delight. He comes to a stop; you glance over your shoulder and see that you're at a red light, and take advantage of this by arching your hips, sliding his cock in, out, in, out...so good, so <em>good</em>!<br><br>After a few seconds, he's off again - you stumble a bit, had been so absorbed by the moment that you been thinking, and you use one hand to steady yourself. You can only grind him while the car's moving, but that's - it's better than nothing - <br><br>- but, you have a free hand, so even if you <em>can't</em> fuck him properly, you can at least have some fun. You run through your options - you could <em>play with your boobs</em> if you wanted, or you could be a bit more bold and <strong>play with Jack's balls</strong>.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Choose your own Adventure (TRB, ESG, Black Orchid, open for more players!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>03-05-2010, 06:59:49</strong>
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				Mortify is the word that best described the look on Jack's face.&nbsp; &nbsp;'Welcome to my world.&nbsp; Chuckle.'&nbsp; I think to myself.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Jack backs us out,&nbsp; he is able to see.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;But not much thought is given, as I actually find it a thrill that others are watching.&nbsp; &nbsp;However, right now, I want to cum so bad.&nbsp; I want him to ejaculate and put out my fires.&nbsp; &nbsp;When we stop, I really work it.&nbsp; &nbsp;Rolling my hips, riding the length of his cock.&nbsp; &nbsp;But then when starts up again.&nbsp; I am forced to tone it down.&nbsp; To merely grind on his cock as we drive in traffic.<br><br>At first I begin to play with my breasts, pinching my nipples through my top in tease.&nbsp; &nbsp;But that is not enough.&nbsp; &nbsp;I need to get Jack going.&nbsp; &nbsp; So reaching between my legs.&nbsp; &nbsp;I take a hold of his balls and begin massaging in stimulating him even more to arousal.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>I am also surprise how well I am taking his huge cock.&nbsp; But then I was able to put all those supplies into me.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>Jack feels her reach and begin squeezing his balls in encouragement as they drive.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Does he continue on to the the destination.&nbsp; Or does he pull over to the side of the road.&nbsp; &nbsp; Where he can give proper attention.&nbsp; &nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Choose your own Adventure (TRB, ESG, Black Orchid, open for more players!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRollingBarrel</strong> on <strong>11-05-2010, 21:25:10</strong>
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				Your hand trails down to his balls, and you grip them without squeezing too hard; they're firm and round in your hands, larger than average, and you start rubbing them. It just makes this that much hotter.<br><br>You know he knows that if he really wants a good fucking, he's going to have to pull over, but Jack works in odd ways, and you wonder if he'd really do it...maybe you would ask him. But before you can, the car bucks - suddenly the entire thing is shaking, making you bounce up and down in Jack's lap, and oh <em>God</em> it feels so good, shivers running up and down your spine!<br><br>"Hold on," Jack says, his voice short, a playful grin on his face. "We've just hit a bad patch of road."<br><br>"How long d-does it go on?" You ask, your walls clenching around Jack's cock involuntarily.<br><br>"Two miles - I'm sure that's nothing for a pro like you."<br><br>You want to laugh, but your breath catches in your throat, because - every time the car rattles and bumps, you feel his dick pound into you. You're grateful that he isn't any longer than he already is; one hard bump would probably drive his dock past your cervix, and that would be pretty awkward. Still - oh <em>man</em>. You continue to massage his balls, and you hear him grunt a little bit (whether it's in pain or pleasure, you're unsure).<br><br>You could <strong>let Jack keep driving</strong> if you wanted, but part of you still wants to <strong>ask him to pull over</strong>...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Choose your own Adventure (TRB, ESG, Black Orchid, open for more players!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>12-05-2010, 04:21:16</strong>
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				The road has gotten quite bumpy.&nbsp; &nbsp;Normally I hate rough patches of road.&nbsp; &nbsp;However,&nbsp; Jack feels so large and the rough road is having his really spear up into me.&nbsp; God he is hitting my cervix.&nbsp; I can swear he is going to push pass, break down the wall and enter my womb.&nbsp; &nbsp;My vaginal walls are gripping him wanton sluttish desperate need.&nbsp; &nbsp; I ignore the comment on me being a pro.&nbsp; &nbsp;Hell I ignore anything right now.&nbsp; I have never been this aroused before.&nbsp; My dam cooter is in spasms.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Oh my god is this what an orgasm really feels like.&nbsp; I freaking flooding his lap right now.&nbsp; God unless I am doing......no I would know if I was.&nbsp; Oh sweet Jesus or what Will Ferrel would say,&nbsp; oh sweet&nbsp; baby Jesus.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"Oh sweet baby Jesus,&nbsp; <strong>yes, yessss!</strong></em><br><br>Maybe we should stop,&nbsp; he said we only have a couple of more miles to go.&nbsp; I don't want it to stop.&nbsp; God I need him to finish.&nbsp; &nbsp;Actually I need him multiple times.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"We should stop, we should stop."</em>&nbsp; I gasp out,&nbsp; as we are jarred by another bump in the road.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Choose your own Adventure (TRB, ESG, Black Orchid, open for more players!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRollingBarrel</strong> on <strong>01-06-2010, 02:38:53</strong>
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				Jack hears your words, and glances up at you in confusion -&nbsp; then, realization dawns on his face, and the car gradually slows, pulling over to the roadside, each bump making your walls spasm and grip his hot rod. It was fantastic, the most glorious vibrator ever, but you need to finish off Jack, for both your sake and his.<br><br>With the car slowing down, you regain enough balance to begin riding him again, moving up, down, up, down, cautiously at first, picking up speed - and when the car comes to a full stop, that's your cue, you go full bore, as fast as you can in this cramped space. You release Jack's balls, plant both hands on his shoulders, using him for leverage - he's so, so hot, so <em>hot</em> inside you, you can feel his cock throbbing and twitching. He's grunting, squeezing his eyes shut, a sheen of sweat percolating on his brow - he's close, he's going to blow, you know it. You're soaking wet, you've already hit climax but there's more, so much more, plenty left over for Jack.<br><br>Buzzing pleasure hits you hard - your throat grows tight, and in the back of your mind, you wonder if you should <strong>let him come inside you</strong>. You've got birth control, and so long as you make it back to your apartment tonight, it won't be a problem, but you're still sort of uneasy. You don't want to let him down, though, so you could always <strong>give him a handjob or blowjob</strong>...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Choose your own Adventure (TRB, ESG, Black Orchid, open for more players!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>01-06-2010, 07:30:48</strong>
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				Gripping the steering wheel now tightly.&nbsp; &nbsp; As the car has been pulled over to the side of the road and stopped.&nbsp; &nbsp; In the throes of a mind blowing orgasm.&nbsp; Thoughts still ran through her head.&nbsp; &nbsp; That perhaps she should pull off of him.&nbsp; &nbsp;For she could sense he was getting ready to cum.&nbsp; &nbsp;That perhaps it be alright to give him a hand job to finish him off.<br><br>With out a second thought,&nbsp; &nbsp;she push such a though out of her head.&nbsp; &nbsp;As she wanted to feel him explode within her. His cum coating her vaginal walls.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>So staying the course, she work her hips in rolling to meet the thrust of his.&nbsp; &nbsp;All the while her vaginal walls spasms with the orgasm that is flooding through her.&nbsp; &nbsp; As she eagerly worked him to his full release.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Choose your own Adventure (TRB, ESG, Black Orchid, open for more players!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRollingBarrel</strong> on <strong>09-06-2010, 01:22:45</strong>
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				It's not long now - you know it - he'll, he'll burst, and even though your climax has past you're still light-headed and your chest is still tight. Each thrust sends a supercharged bolt of pleasure through you as his cock hammers away at your cervix, and you hear Jack moan - grunt - his eyes squinch shut, he's going to -<br><br>His orgasm is ferocious - you see him tense up, and not a second later you feel him blow,&nbsp; his hot jizz erupting inside you, coating your inner walls, forced through your cervix by the proximity of his cock, filling you up. His manhood twitches inside you, and you quiver, arching your back...you throw back your head, take a sharp breath, and wait for him to finish...but, it takes him too long, and you glance down again to see that your belly is swelling. He's still coming! The poor boy must have been so pent-up, so hot from - seeing you bottomless, playing with you, leading you around by your pussy. It takes only about fifteen seconds for him to spend himself completely - you shake with post-orgasmic bliss and run a hand over your bulging stomach, which has swollen to be about the size of a basketball.<br><br>"You - you had a lot in you, didn't you?" You offer a chuckle, but you're so exhausted that it comes out in a whisper and your voice catches.<br><br>"Ohh, yes." Jack rolls his head back and sighs, a grin on his face. "Sorry about the whole, um, literally-fill-you-up thing. If it's any consolation, I'll need to make sure none of it seeps down between the seats..."<br><br>"Well." You draw another deep breath and lean forward, pressing your boobs against his chest. You feel him start to go limp inside you, but you do your best to clench around his cock anyway. "Either way, I'll have to get up, won't I? I might as well empty myself out..."<br><br>"I can help you if you need it," Jack offers, shuddering, bringing one hand up and massaging your right breast. "Just...give me a chance to get my strength back up."<br><br>You pause to consider Jack's offer. You're only so swollen because most of his jizz is inside your womb; you'd need to open your cervix to let it all drain out, and while you could do it by yourself if you wanted, having an extra set of hands would help. <strong>He could hold your pussy lips open</strong> while you get to your cervix <strong>or vise-versa</strong>...either way, you pop open the car door and manage to ease yourself off his lap and onto the roadside, come seeping from your vagina.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Choose your own Adventure (TRB, ESG, Black Orchid, open for more players!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>09-06-2010, 09:37:44</strong>
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				I am a bit freaked out when my belly extends out.&nbsp; As if I had been overstuffed.&nbsp; &nbsp; For it seemed a geyser erupted inside of me.&nbsp; &nbsp;One like old faithful.&nbsp; An literally fills me up.&nbsp; &nbsp;I am barely aware of the words spoken to me.&nbsp; &nbsp; But I catch the part he didn't want me to leak on his seats.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>After a few moments I manage to slip out of the car.&nbsp; &nbsp;I can feel the cum already beginning to seep out and down my inner thighs.&nbsp; &nbsp; My entire legs feel like jello right now.&nbsp; Shaking so bad from the mind blowing orgasm that&nbsp; I have just had.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Reaching out with my right hand.&nbsp; &nbsp;I grab the roof of the car to brace myself.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Then sliding my legs to splay them apart.&nbsp; &nbsp; Reaching down with my left hand,&nbsp; &nbsp;I spread my nether lips wide for him.&nbsp; &nbsp;As&nbsp; I look down at him and await his part in this.<br><br>The fact I am standing just off the road on his driver side,&nbsp; half naked and bottomless.&nbsp; &nbsp;Is not my primary concern.&nbsp; Such concern went out the window hours ago.&nbsp; &nbsp;Or so it seems.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Choose your own Adventure (TRB, ESG, Black Orchid, open for more players!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRollingBarrel</strong> on <strong>21-06-2010, 21:33:01</strong>
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				Jack tucks his now-flaccid (yet still impressively-sized) cock into his pants with a contented sigh before glancing out at you; he sees you holding yourself open, notices the come seeping out of you, and hikes an eyebrow. You can see the confusion in his eyes, just for the briefest moments, so you beckon him over with your free hand. "I need you to reach inside and hold my cervix open," you explain, breath short, chest still heaving. "If you don't, this - " you pat your distended belly, " - won't go away."<br><br>He nods, and his bewilderment is amusing, if not a little cute. Funny how much you've shaken him since this morning, but you're a good lay and you <em>know</em> it. Maybe it shouldn't be that surprising.<br><br>With a grunt, Jack manages to heave himself from his car and meanders over to you. He settles down onto his knees - sizes you up, his eyes still hungry, marveling at your vagina. After that slight pause, he reaches up, reaches into you - one finger, two, three, before long his entire fist is inside you. You moan, chest going tight, a spike of pleasure driving up from your abdomen - but he's far from finished. You kind of expected this from the get-go - it'd be hard opening your cervix with just one hand, so when he began slipping the fingers of his other hand inside you, you gasp more from pleasure than surprise.<br><br>It takes a little effort on his part, and you splay your legs as far apart as you can without falling over; you no longer need to hold yourself open, so you plant your hands on Jack's shoulders in order to steady yourself. After a moment, he manages to ease his other hand inside you completely - his knuckles rigid and fantastic as they stroked your inner walls. You can feel his fingers unfurling, searching, searching for the end - he slides his hands in further until you feel them bump into your cervix, and, and if this keeps up, you'll climax again - <br><br>He begins wiggling his pointer finger against the entrance to your womb, and your breath catches - oh, <em>God</em> - but, he manages to find the small hole and slips a finger through.<br><br>"H-hah," you gasp, doubling over. "Never - never thought I'd have - somebody finger my womb before - "<br><br>Jack makes a noise that's a cross between a laugh and a chuckle. With the one finger inside as leverage, he manages to slide the pointer from the other hand inside. The fact that - that Jack had gotten into the most intimate place of your body - so erotic, so kinky, drove you <em>wild</em>! <br>You feel him begin to pry you open, and - even though he's gentle - it still hurts, just a little bit. The more your cervix is stretched open, the more fingers Jack slips inside, until - finally, all four - you feel a trickle of come slip out, past his arms, but it's not moving fast enough.<br><br>You could <strong>ask him to open you further</strong>, to spread his arms out as much as possible to let the come flow freely, but your cervix spazzes at the very thought. It'd definitely hurt (in a hurts-so-good sort of way), but it'd move a lot faster...alternatively, you could <strong>let things stay as they are</strong> and wait for the come to seep out.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Choose your own Adventure (TRB, ESG, Black Orchid, open for more players!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>22-06-2010, 05:13:05</strong>
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				It is kinky to feel his fingers open my cervix and toy into my womb.&nbsp; &nbsp; But it also hurt.&nbsp; As I stand there with my legs splayed wide.&nbsp; &nbsp;Anyone can go past and catch a view of this.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>I still cannot see my feet,&nbsp; as my stomach is extended with all the cum he filled me up with.&nbsp; &nbsp;It is as if I am pregnant.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>'Oh my god' <br><br>The thought flashes through my mind.&nbsp; &nbsp;I been out of my birth control pills since the beginning of the month.&nbsp; &nbsp; I had been so busy, I just never got the prescription refilled.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>I suddenly want it out of me quickly.&nbsp; It felt good, yet it hurt.&nbsp; An that pain keeps me silent.&nbsp; As I settle for it to just seep out of me.&nbsp; &nbsp;It'll take longer to get done.&nbsp; &nbsp;It raises the risk of this being seen by others.&nbsp; &nbsp;But after all that has happened.&nbsp; &nbsp;I really don't care if anyone sees now.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>Plus another nagging thought comes to me,&nbsp; I am less then two weeks away in my cycle.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Choose your own Adventure (TRB, ESG, Black Orchid, open for more players!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRollingBarrel</strong> on <strong>07-07-2010, 23:53:43</strong>
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				You don't say anything to Jack, which seems fine by him; he looks just as exhausted as you feel, and it'd take more than a little effort on his part to pull your cervix open any further. But you realize - you're out of birth control, and you're just a little shy of your cycle! <br><br>At this you let out a quiet curse under your breath. Your belly being swollen out as far as it has has shown you a paralyzing potential future: you could get pregnant from this encounter, as full of come as you are. Hell, at this point, it's actually pretty likely, but as acclimated as you've gotten to this day, the one thing you <em>don't</em> need is a pregnancy scare. You haven't refilled your prescription of the stuff, but if you went to a pharmacy, you could have it refilled on the spot. With luck, they'd have at least a few available behind the counter that you could get just in case -<br><br>You are shaken from your thoughts when you feel Jack's fingers wiggle to life inside your womb. You clench your vaginal muscles against his arms instinctively (oh, that felt <em>wonderful</em>), his fingertips combing your innermost regions, gentle, slow motions. You try to draw a deep breath, but it catches in your throat, and you bite your lower lip instead.<br><br>"You - you like that, huh?" Jack asked, gasping. "It's about all I can do with two fingers."<br><br>"That's - okay," you respond, your body shaking. You feel more come seeping out between his arms, your thighs, splattering down onto the street. Your mind begins wandering again - here you were, standing on the roadside with a man's arms elbow-deep inside your pussy, holding your cervix open so he could drain all of his come out of you. What would happen if somebody drove past? People would stop, and - it'd be kind of awkward to explain.<br><br>You could <strong>stay where you are</strong> and take your chances, or you could ask Jack to <strong>go around the other side of his car</strong>. This way you'll at least be partially hidden...but you'd also have to walk with Jack's arms still inside you. Not to mention, you have to ask him about stopping by at the pharmacy - at least you have the twenties from before to pay for your prescription...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Choose your own Adventure (TRB, ESG, Black Orchid, open for more players!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>08-07-2010, 04:07:02</strong>
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				The going to the pharmacy is out of the question right now.&nbsp; Simply because she did not have her prescription with her.&nbsp; &nbsp;It was in her room,&nbsp; the very same room she could not get back into.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>I really down like him wiggling fingers around in my womb.&nbsp; &nbsp;Thou his arm plunged into my vaginal canal to reach up to my womb.&nbsp; That turns me on.&nbsp; &nbsp;I feel my vaginal walls constricting and squeezing around his arm.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;I begin to shift,&nbsp; as if riding his arm.&nbsp; As more of his cum seeps and drips out.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>No one is coming, and I am loath to move.&nbsp; &nbsp;So I decide to take a chance.&nbsp; &nbsp;That we will be afforded time and left alone.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>She grips his shoulders,&nbsp; &nbsp;as you feel her grind down on your arm as if riding it.&nbsp; &nbsp; Your arm is coated with your cum and her juices.&nbsp; As you allow more of it to spill out.&nbsp; Her clenching of her vaginal walls is not helping this process.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Yet at the same time,&nbsp; she is still quite aroused and slipping into that state of lustful intentions.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Choose your own Adventure (TRB, ESG, Black Orchid, open for more players!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRollingBarrel</strong> on <strong>21-07-2010, 18:48:59</strong>
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				Of course - you would need the prescription, which you'd left in your room. Whoops. Looks like the pharmacy would have to wait until later.<br><br>As you clench around Jack's arms, you decide - okay, this is - you've already been seen by so many people, you've had three strange men put their hands inside you, and you just fucked Jack's brains out. The more this day goes on, the more you realize how, despite the mortification, this whole public-nudity-plus-throwing-yourself-at-strangers thing is really arousing; it's best to just stay put, partially because of that, and partially because you don't see any cars on the horizon. You figure you're safe.<br><br>After a few minutes, enough come has seeped out that your belly has <em>almost</em> returned to its normal size; you're not quite there just yet, but it won't take much longer. But suddenly - you feel Jack's other fingers pressing against your cervix, and it feels so <em>good</em> - he slides both middle fingers past it, into your womb, and now you've got four fingers wriggling around inside it, and it's enough to make you gasp in pleasure. Your heart jumps up into your throat, because - oh <em>man</em>. You had no idea it would feel this good. Jack shows no inclination to slide any more of his fingers inside though, and...<br><br>You want more of him, but the thought of the pain - as good as it feels - leaves you cautious. You could <strong>ask him to slide his fists past your cervix</strong>, into your womb, but it'd probably be best to <strong>leave it alone</strong>...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Choose your own Adventure (TRB, ESG, Black Orchid, open for more players!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>22-07-2010, 18:06:00</strong>
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				It did not turn me on.&nbsp; &nbsp;Not the way he thought it did.&nbsp; It did hurt and through it felt good in sick sort of sense.&nbsp; &nbsp;It is not what I wanted.&nbsp; &nbsp;I wanted a baby to grow inside of me.&nbsp; I just now realized.&nbsp; &nbsp; Not have some one pushing their hand and arm into me..&nbsp; &nbsp;I shake my head no, in answer as I respond back to Jack.<br><br><em>"No more,&nbsp; stop it now.&nbsp; &nbsp;We have gotten it."</em><br><br>At the same time I go to&nbsp; disengage from&nbsp; his hand and arm.&nbsp; &nbsp;I am suddenly fearful.&nbsp; That he could harm the newly created embryo.&nbsp; &nbsp;The egg just fertilize and soon will be attaching itself to my uterus.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;The prospect of having a chance o gotten pregnant.&nbsp; Now is what really excites me.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Choose your own Adventure (TRB, ESG, Black Orchid, open for more players!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRollingBarrel</strong> on <strong>22-07-2010, 21:28:29</strong>
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				As the last of the come drains from you, you tell Jack that you're done; the thought of potentially getting pregnant from his encounter is surprisingly arousing, but you will have to put some serious thought into whether or not you want to let that happen. You ease yourself away from him, and with a despondent sigh, Jack withdraws from your vagina, his arms coated in your juices and his spunk, slick and shimmering in the morning sun. You feel the emptiness in your gaping pussy, where his forearms had just been, and sigh; it's a relief, but at the same time, you'd been building yourself up to another orgasm. Even though you're the one who wanted Jack to stop, you feel a little put out, yearning for more.<br><br>Jack reaches for the keychain hanging from a belt loop on his pants and unclips it; walking around to the back of the car, he slides the key in the trunk and opens it, pulling out a white towel. He uses it to wipe off his arms before passing it to you, so you can dry yourself off as well. As you do, you rub the towel over your aching, tingling pussy lips...once, twice, three times, making sure to scrub off your legs between each pass to hide the fact that you <em>really</em> want to get yourself off again. You give back Jack's towel, and he tosses it into the trunk before slamming it closed.<br><br>He approaches you and wordlessly slides three of his fingers inside you once again. They go in easily enough, not like it's a surprise; this morning has been one humiliating sexual encounter after another, and after Jack had both of his arms buried up to the elbows in your pussy, a few fingers was small change. He leads you around to the other side of the car and opens the door for you - if he wasn't leading you around by your pussy, you'd dare say that he was acting gentlemanly - and you sit down, the leather upholstry warm on your bare ass and legs. <br><br>Even though you'd done a fantastic job (in your opinion) of adapting to this sudden, mortifying lifestyle, you only really felt comfortable around Jack. You realize how lucky you were that no cars came by in the past few minutes, and you know, with a sinking sensation in your stomach, that there is more public exposure in your future. You still have to get that skirt, and you doubt Jack will let you sit in the car and do the shopping for you.<br><br>Jack walks around to the drivers' side of the car and clambers in; you can't help but stare at his crotch, knowing that there was a fat, juicy cock tucked away inside those pants, and it sets you on fire all over again. Your hand drifts down between your legs...there was no doubt about it, you had to get yourself off <em>right now</em>, but the desire to fondle Jack's junk was gnawing at you like a starving rat. You could also reach into Jack's pants and <strong>play with his balls</strong> (so round and succulent, you only managed to get your hand around them briefly before), or you could <strong>leave him alone</strong>.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Choose your own Adventure (TRB, ESG, Black Orchid, open for more players!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>23-07-2010, 05:27:05</strong>
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				The strange thing as the car door open. It felt natural to be led by&nbsp; my him hooking his fingers into my vagina.&nbsp; &nbsp;Settling into the seat.&nbsp; &nbsp;I strap on the belt buckle.&nbsp; As Jack gets in on the driver side.&nbsp; &nbsp; I still feel the heat,&nbsp; I want to continue to have sex with him.&nbsp; &nbsp;My mind is drawn to his lap and his crotch.&nbsp; &nbsp; As I wonder on his cock and his wonderful succulent balls.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>It is then it strikes me.&nbsp; &nbsp; As Jack puts the car into drive and were heading down the road again.&nbsp; &nbsp;I reach across, my hand settles onto his lap.&nbsp; At first I begin to caress his cock through his pants and underpants.&nbsp; Slow land tentative like.&nbsp; To see what his reaction to me doing this. <br><br>Embolden by his allowance.&nbsp; I now work to to undo his pants and slide the zipper open.&nbsp; I immediately pull out his cock.&nbsp; &nbsp;I wrap my fingers around it and begin stroking him in soft caress.&nbsp; &nbsp; My hand sliding farther down to at times gently squeeze his balls.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;I do this for several minutes.&nbsp; &nbsp; But once I have gotten him hard again.&nbsp; I adjust the shoulder strap.&nbsp; &nbsp;An lean down over his lap as he drives.&nbsp; My hand in his pants slips down to again cajole and tease his balls.&nbsp; As I take his cock in my mouth.&nbsp; I tease the small slit on his bulbous head with the tip of my tongue.&nbsp; &nbsp;Then my lips slide over and I begin to suck him off as we drive.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Choose your own Adventure (TRB, ESG, Black Orchid, open for more players!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRollingBarrel</strong> on <strong>07-08-2010, 20:56:36</strong>
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				You act slowly, freeing his flaccid cock from his pants; even though it's limp, it's still got impressive girth and heft, and it's hot, so hot in the palm of your hand. There's something sexy about it, because as much as you love a hard, throbbing dick, holding a soft one like this makes you feel like you're playing a game, almost. A crazy game involving public nudity, possible impregnation, and being stuffed full of school supplies or a man's arms, but a game nonetheless. As you caress it, your hand occasionally slips further down to play with his balls, succulent and hot, round and firm, the scrotum as soft and pliable as his cock. <br><br>Jack grunts in response, but doesn't object - so you keep going. It takes a few minutes' work, but you manage to get him up again, his cock huge and throbbing and oh-so-stiff, and even though you yearn to have it buried in your pussy again, blowing him will serve in a pinch. You begin to lick his tip, teasing at first, before plunging down; you run your tongue along his pulsating shaft, bobbing your head slowly as you suck him off.<br><br>Your head drifts down once again, and you wrap your fingers around his balls; they've drawn taut against his cock, but a little manipulation makes the skin soft again, giving you a little more pliability. You free them from his pants, massaging and cajoling them - but carefully, because you don't want to hurt him (at least, not too badly). It almost doesn't feel like enough to just fondle his balls, though, and in the back of your mind, you remember Jack's super-powered orgasm - how he filled you up with his seed to the point where your belly swelled out. You're not entirely sure you want to risk that again, especially as he can't really help you if he fills your stomach up like that, but there's the chance that he's still recovering from it and might not have as much to blow. You could take your chances and keep <strong>sucking his cock</strong>, but you desperately want to <strong>suck his balls</strong>, and it seems the safer of the two options anyway...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Choose your own Adventure (TRB, ESG, Black Orchid, open for more players!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>07-08-2010, 22:11:45</strong>
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				I begin to alternate between sucking Jack's cock and his tight drawn ballsac.&nbsp; &nbsp; As I nip and tease as I suckle his ballsac.&nbsp; &nbsp;He seems to like it.&nbsp; &nbsp;Switching back an forth.&nbsp; I think about how he filled me with his geyser of semen that came out before.&nbsp; Would he do it again with me giving him a blow job.&nbsp; &nbsp;The whole day is been weird.&nbsp; I was bloated with his semen.&nbsp; The prospect of being impregnated hangs like a specter.&nbsp; I been&nbsp; running around bottomless.&nbsp; &nbsp;Led around by&nbsp; Jack by my pussy.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>I ponder these thoughts as I continue to switch off.&nbsp; &nbsp;I so want him inside of me also again.&nbsp; &nbsp;It comes to me,&nbsp; I like being led around like that.&nbsp; I like be filled by his cock.&nbsp; &nbsp; I want his seed in me.&nbsp; &nbsp;I want to have his baby.&nbsp; &nbsp;I want to have a lot of his babies.&nbsp; &nbsp; God the revelation floors me.&nbsp; &nbsp;I pull off of his cock and balls.&nbsp; &nbsp;I look up at him.&nbsp; &nbsp;Raising myself up.&nbsp; I kiss him passionately on the side of the face.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>While I kiss him passionately on the right cheek.&nbsp; &nbsp; I move to slip between him and the steering wheel.&nbsp; &nbsp;As I mount his cock as were driving down the road.&nbsp; &nbsp; I feel his wonderful instrument again fill me up.&nbsp; It is heavenly and divine.&nbsp; I feel giddy in the moment.&nbsp; &nbsp; When suddenly I realize I need to drive.&nbsp; &nbsp; Jack can't see now.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br><em>"I'll steer you pedals babe."</em><br><br>Yes I use the term of endearment.&nbsp; As I take over the wheel.&nbsp; &nbsp;While slow riding Jack.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Choose your own Adventure (TRB, ESG, Black Orchid, open for more players!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRollingBarrel</strong> on <strong>29-08-2010, 23:29:24</strong>
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				Jack - to his credit - goes along with this without a word. He lets you take the wheel as you mount him, sliding your hips up and down, gradually, carefully. Your body tingles, your mind threatens to go numb; this morning has been one climax after another, and now you're urging the same from the man who sought to help you only in exchange for a free feel and using your pussy to hold school supplies. It's...tremendous, your chest goes tight again, and the process of having a baby, having <em>Jack's</em> baby, is almost overwhelming. It'd be worth it, just to have him fill you with his seed again.<br><br>You're taking your time. You want to ride him out, you really do, you'd like nothing better. His cock is hot and throbbing inside you; with his hands free, Jack reaches around and snakes his hands up your shirt. You feel him working to unclasp your bra; it takes a moment, he fumbles, but ultimately succeeds. He maneuvers one hand around and slides the finger beneath the bra, cupping your left breast and kneading it, tweaking your nipples. With his other hand, he reaches down and begins squeezing and rubbing your clitoris, making you pant and heave. You moan - can't wait, can't wait - going to - to let go - <br><br>You orgasm, hard and powerful, so hard that you have to bite your lower lip and your back arches. Behind you, you hear Jack grunt; he goes tense for a moment before lying slack beneath you. You brace yourself, ready to be pumped full of his spunk again - but - nothing this time, maybe just a spurt. Either way, Jack has finished, and you whimper in protest.<br><br>"Sorry," he gasps. "Came too recently. Always happens...give me a couple hours, I'll have a full load for you."<br><br>"I thought...you were on...a tight schedule?" You say between deep breaths.<br><br>He gives a light, heady chuckle. "I think I can skip a class for this. Turn left into this parking lot."<br><br>You snap back to reality - a broad, black parking lot is indeed at your left, and perched a little ways from the street is a mini-mall. There'd be clothing there, no doubt about that...and once again, the embarrassment of being paraded out in public returns, making you flush.<br><br>The two of you navigate the car into a parking spot; when you've come to a full stop, Jack pops his door open, allowing you to clamber off once again. Jack undoes his seatbelt and rolls out after you; it takes him a moment to realize that his junk is hanging out, his cock semi-flaccid, red and slick with your juices and his come. He shakes it out before tucking himself away, zipping his fly up and redoing his belt. He reaches inside and grabs the twenties you'd earned earlier today, which he'd laid on his dashboard, and passes them over to you.<br><br>"You know what to do with these," he says, giving you a slight grin.<br><br>You do indeed, but as you go to move, you feel the straps of your bra jiggling - Jack hadn't clasped them back together. But...<br><br>You're tempted to <strong>clasp your bra again</strong>, but, you've already traipsed around with your pussy in clear view all morning. It'd be so much hotter to just <strong>remove it entirely</strong>, letting your boobs hang free...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Choose your own Adventure (TRB, ESG, Black Orchid, open for more players!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>30-08-2010, 18:45:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Something in me has changed.&nbsp; &nbsp;I am not the same person that went to bed last night and woke up this morning.&nbsp; &nbsp;I again orgasm hard.&nbsp; &nbsp;It is like I raging forest fire has been ignited.&nbsp; &nbsp;An I cannot put the fires off.&nbsp; &nbsp; I am so sensitive right now.&nbsp; &nbsp;Glad that I don't have to work the pedals.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Yes the pedals,&nbsp; &nbsp; driving or precisely steering the car.&nbsp; &nbsp; It is what I focus on when we park it in the parking garage, the car.<br><br>Climbing out of the car,&nbsp; as Jack opens the door.&nbsp; &nbsp;I stand on unsteady legs, that tremble.&nbsp; &nbsp; He undoes his seat belt.&nbsp; &nbsp;Then reaches and hands me the two twenties I earned.&nbsp; &nbsp;Telling&nbsp; me I know what to do.&nbsp; I take and stuff them up my pussy.&nbsp; &nbsp;In which I moan and nearly trigger another orgasm.&nbsp; &nbsp; Remember I told you I am over sensitive.&nbsp; &nbsp;That hasn't change with me getting out of the car. <br><br>Suddenly I realize my bra is still unclasped.&nbsp; &nbsp;It is sagging, as it been shifted around.&nbsp; &nbsp;When&nbsp; &nbsp;Jack fondled and played with my breasts and nipples.&nbsp; &nbsp;Which are still like little pointers now because of that.&nbsp; &nbsp;With out thinking,&nbsp; &nbsp;I slip the bra off and pull it out from under&nbsp; my blouse and toss it into the car.&nbsp; &nbsp;No don't toss it into the car.&nbsp; As I suddenly realize the clasp is broke.&nbsp; &nbsp;Not one good with repair.&nbsp; &nbsp; I look around for a garbage container.&nbsp; &nbsp;So I can toss the bra.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Choose your own Adventure (TRB, ESG, Black Orchid, open for more players!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRollingBarrel</strong> on <strong>13-09-2010, 07:13:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Your breasts hang free beneath your blouse, weighted and round; you've always been on that cusp between B and C, and you were quite proud of them. Your nipples are hard as rocks, rubbing freely against the fabric of the shirt. Anybody even remotely attentive enough would notice, assuming they weren't sidetracked by your completely naked lower half.<br><br>Jack waits for you as you wander away from the car and towards the garbage can stationed not too far away; ditching the bra, useless to you know, is liberating, even though you know you'll pay for it later with lower back pain. But it's totally, totally worth it.<br><br>You return to Jack, and the pair of you begin walking towards the mall...but as you move, you realize that something's not quite right. You can't really put your finger on what, and it takes the entire trek from the car to the mall for you to realize. At the mall's entrance, you come to a full stop and rest a hand on Jack's shoulder; he stops as well, casting a curious gaze over to you.<br><br>He hadn't stuck his fingers inside your pussy to lead you around - for the first time since you'd met him this morning. His fingers had always been a presence, and while invasive at first, you'd gotten used to the sensation of them, of being pulled in a particular direction with no choice for deviation. You already have his attention; you want to ask him what's going on, if this is a matter of him being tired or whatever, but the fact of the matter is that you kind of miss having him inside you like that.<br><br>You can <strong>ask him to lead you around by your pussy </strong>again...but you'll also be going into a very public area, and it'll be embarrassing enough flashing your ladyparts like you are, so you could <strong>just leave it alone</strong>...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Choose your own Adventure (TRB, ESG, Black Orchid, open for more players!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>14-09-2010, 02:11:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				No one has notice the bottomless adorn woman with a guy walking through the parking lot.&nbsp; &nbsp;For the cars have blocked her lower half from direct view.&nbsp; <br><br>The woman has a troubled thoughtful look following the young man.&nbsp; &nbsp;Both are near the same age.&nbsp; &nbsp;Suddenly&nbsp; she extends a hand out and clasps her companion on the shoulder.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>I feel naked and I feel like I belong to Jack.&nbsp; I tell myself as I speak.<br><br><em>"It's alright if you want to lead me like you been doing.&nbsp; I will not mind, I rather the world know I belong to you."</em> <br><br>Immediately my thoughts are running in wanton directions.&nbsp; I come up with a surprising thought.&nbsp; Like not get pierced on my clitoral hood,&nbsp; so&nbsp; Jack can leash me.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Choose your own Adventure (TRB, ESG, Black Orchid, open for more players!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRollingBarrel</strong> on <strong>20-10-2010, 21:22:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Jack gives a helpless chuckle and says, "Sure, why not?" Before reaching down to cup your vagina. He tweaks your clitoris briefly, making your insides jolt, before spreading your lips open; he dips not the usual two, but all four fingers inside you. You're still just loose enough from having his member and his arms inside you, even though you can feel your inner walls contracting. Still, Jack doesn't quite lead you as he'd been doing; now he lets you walk beside him, as if your initial alienation had completely dissipated, and you had become equals.<br><br>This gives you an idea.<br><br>He's just holding you at this point, rather than leading you; what's to stop you from doing the same? You contemplate undoing his zipper and snaking your hand inside; his balls, succulent and round, would be the perfect target to liberate, because you could grab them with ease. Do you want to <strong>pull his balls out and hold them as you walk</strong>, or should you just <strong>leave Jack alone?</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Choose your own Adventure (TRB, ESG, Black Orchid, open for more players!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>21-10-2010, 18:01:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				We continue to walk towards the mall.&nbsp; &nbsp;Jack's fingers hook into my pussy.&nbsp; &nbsp;This time he is not actually leading me.&nbsp; &nbsp;Instead&nbsp; it is more like holding hands as I walk with him not behind him.<br><br>I get a sudden inspiration as we near the mall.&nbsp; &nbsp;Reaching with my own hand.&nbsp; I slide it down the front of Jack's pants.&nbsp; My fingers slide and encircle his cock.&nbsp; I look to see his reaction to my doing this.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Choose your own Adventure (TRB, ESG, Black Orchid, open for more players!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRollingBarrel</strong> on <strong>24-10-2010, 23:51:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Jack winces, and for a second you worry if you've offended him; he is quick to assuage these thoughts, though, as he says, "Not - not quite yet. I'm still kinda sore. But..." He slides your hand from his pants, then proceeds to undo his zipper; after a little fumbling, he pulls those round, succulent balls of his free, leaving his junk inside his pants. "If you really want to take part, hold onto these. Just be gentle, okay?"<br><br>You shrug. The balls will have to do, then, as you wrap your fingers around his flesh, making sure not to squeeze too hard. They're firm, smooth and hot in your grasp, and the skin is loose, allowing you to hold them easily.<br><br>The two of you make your way towards the doors, and you push one of them open with your free hand, stepping inside the cold air conditioning. Your nipples, already rock-hard, become even harder, sticking out against your shirt.<br><br>There wouldn't be any mysteries left if somebody were to look your way.<br><br>You pass through the second set of doors and find yourself in the housewares section of a department store - one of many in the mall. You could easily <strong>get your skirt in this place</strong> if you want, you'd certainly be seen by less people...but the clothing here is always kind of bland. Alternatively, you know of a more punkish store deeper in the mall; you can <strong>head over there</strong> to find what you're looking for, but it's a sure bet that you'll run into crowds of people...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Choose your own Adventure (TRB, ESG, Black Orchid, open for more players!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>27-10-2010, 04:45:44</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				I didn't need to buy&nbsp; a skirt,&nbsp; nor did I need to&nbsp; buy some outrageous leather stuff.&nbsp; &nbsp;I head into Macy's&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>In the store I am not sure why I headed into the department store.&nbsp; &nbsp;I have no direction to where or what I looking for.&nbsp; &nbsp; So I wonder aimlessly.&nbsp; &nbsp;Which draws attention to us.&nbsp; I still butt ass naked on the bottom.&nbsp; <br><br>Then it hits me as I enter the mens area.&nbsp; &nbsp;I see the suits,&nbsp; &nbsp;dress shirts.&nbsp; &nbsp;I see white long sleeve dress shirts on sale for $20, I select a large.&nbsp; &nbsp; I purchase the shirt.&nbsp; &nbsp;I don't care anymore.&nbsp; I pull off my blouse and slip it in the bag.&nbsp; for the moment I am now naked totally.&nbsp; &nbsp;Quickly I open the packaging of the dress shirt,&nbsp; pull out the pins and cardboard.&nbsp; Unbutton it and then slip it on.&nbsp; It is like a short sexy dress.&nbsp; I leave it open.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Choose your own Adventure (TRB, ESG, Black Orchid, open for more players!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRollingBarrel</strong> on <strong>27-10-2010, 21:44:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				You decide that it's better to forgo something punky or flashy - practicality is all you need by this point. With Jack's balls in your hand, and your vagina cupped in his, the two of you begin to search around for skirts.<br><br>"It's hard to believe this is almost over," Jack admits, shaking his head. "We only met - what - an hour ago? And it feels like it's been longer."<br><br>"Even longer for me," you respond with a light laugh. "I've spent the entire morning literally half-naked, have been lead around by my pussy, had school supplies stuffed in me, got masturbated out in public, had a couple of awesome car-fucks...you have nooo idea what it's like. If you'd told me all of this would happen to me last night, I would have just as soon stayed in bed; now, though...now I kinda like all of this."<br><br>"If that's the case, why not eschew the skirt altogether?" Jack crooks his head to the side and smirks. He begins to actively stroke your inner walls, and you can't help but purr. "Let's just go out for a bite to eat, and then I can bring you back to campus."<br><br>"Welllll..." You pause and think - why not? At this point, having yourself this exposed no longer discomforts you <em>too</em> much. Hell, even now, people see you and Jack and can't help but stare - but instead of the squiggling mortification you'd felt not too long ago, you feel pride. You're <em>worth</em> being stared at. You're sexy and you know it. "Okay," you agree at last. "But we're here and I still think I should buy something. A new shirt, at least."<br><br>"Fair enough," Jack consents, bowing slightly, smirking. "If you want to do that, though, I propose a dare to you."<br><br>"Go on..."<br><br>"Ditch your blouse." He releases your vagina to cross his arms over his chest and grins at you. "The womens' section isn't too far from here - we get there and check out while you're completely exposed."<br><br>Before he's finished his sentence, you've released his balls and are already peeling the blouse off; your breasts get caught on the hem of the shirt before bouncing free, and once you've pulled the article over your head, you toss it over your shoulder, already forgotten. There's something so...<em>liberating</em> about this. The air is cold against your skin, and you shudder, just a little bit, before you wrap your fingers around Jack's balls again. He dips his own into your pussy once again, and the two of you approach the women's section.<br><br>As you get close, Jack releases you once more, but you don't return the favor; instead, you lead him right past it, being careful not to tug on his balls for fear of hurting him. He fixes you with a confused look, and you jerk your head towards the men's section with a light grin on your face. "Come on; if we're going to do this, we're doing it with style."<br><br>It doesn't take long to reach your destination, nor does it to find the perfect shirt: it's folded up on a shelf bordering the aisle, marked down to about fifteen bucks. You have forty dollars to your name (and inside your pussy), and with tax, the shirt would knock out about half of that. You figure, distantly, that you could use the rest of that to treat yourself and Jack to an inexpensive lunch or something. You pick it up and admire it: it's a white, long-sleeved dress shirt, complete with the button-down front.<br><br>With your purchase in hand, you and Jack make towards the cash register; as you approach it, you see that a young man maybe a couple years older than you is manning the counter, staring off into empty space, eyes half-shut. You also realize that you still have your money inside you; you know that walking up to the man alone would wake him up, but maybe it'd be fun to spice things up even more. You can <strong>hide and pull the money out yourself</strong> (or <strong>have Jack do it for you</strong>), or you could <strong>make the cashier's day and have him fetch the money for you</strong>.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Choose your own Adventure (TRB, ESG, Black Orchid, open for more players!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>28-10-2010, 06:24:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Since I had already paid for the dress shirt.&nbsp; I cannot let the clerk reach in and take out the money.&nbsp; &nbsp; I thou like the prospect of walking around totally nude.&nbsp; &nbsp;So&nbsp; I slip off the shirt as suggested by Jack.&nbsp; &nbsp; Now totally nude,&nbsp; I draw stares and gasps all around me.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br><em>"Lets go get something to eat."</em><br><br>The nippiness within the mall, causes my nipples to perk.&nbsp; &nbsp;As we head out of the department store out into the center of the mall and towards the food court.&nbsp; <br><br>I&nbsp; hold the bag in my free hand.&nbsp; My other hand that grasps Jack's balls.&nbsp; Softly messages them as we walk.&nbsp; <br><br>Now I don't shove the bag up my vagina.&nbsp; Cause I going to have them at where we eat get the money out.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Choose your own Adventure (TRB, ESG, Black Orchid, open for more players!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRollingBarrel</strong> on <strong>26-11-2010, 21:26:35</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The air inside the mall is...well, not exactly <em>chilled</em>, but cool enough for your nipples to stay hard and to make you shudder as it caresses your wet pussy lips. And almost on cue, Jack slips two fingers inside you, making you gasp in pleasure, a tingling sensation running up your spine. With his balls in one hand and the bag holding your blouse and newly-purchased dress shirt in the other, you lead him away from the Macey's, deeper into the mall, towards the food court.<br><br>As you move, you notice people staring at you, muttering under their breath. Others avert their eyes, pretending they haven't seen you, but their flushed faces tell you a different story. You're sexy and you <em>know</em> it, dammit, and that thought bolsters you, gives you strength against the fleeting embarrassment of being paraded around like this.<br><br>Still, not all are content to keep their peace, and as you continue towards your destination, an older man with curly, peppered-gray hair and a thick mustache marching straight towards you. He's a bit scruffy, with olive-colored skin and a rather large nose, and the wrinkles on his face belies his age - you figure he's somewhere in his forties. He's wearing a button-up dress shirt, much like the one you bought, and a pair of slacks. He stops just a few feet shy of you.<br><br>"You should be ashamed of yourselves," the man growls at you and Jack, leering back and forth between the two of you. "Walking about like that. You're lucky this is a school day!"<br><br>"There's nothing illegal about it," Jack replies with a shrug. Even though he sounds and acts nonchalant, you feel his grip tighten against your pussy. Was he secretly intimidated by this strange man?<br><br>Still, the man doesn't seem to buy into it. "I have half a mind to report you to mall security, if they haven't seen you already. Why - "<br><br>You drown the man out. It's obvious he's just being a self-righteous prick, but you really don't feel like dealing with it right now. You're hungry and horny, so you want to eat and get out of here as fast as possible to have some more fun with Jack. You could <strong>just brush him off</strong>, that would be the sensible thing...but another idea occurs to you, one that's much more devious, one that will really put this guy in his place. Remembering the young guy on the streets from earlier today outside the school supply store, you realize a quick way to shut him up would be to <strong>let him have some fun with you</strong>. If you choose to do that, be sure to decide on what you'll let him do to you...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Choose your own Adventure (TRB, ESG, Black Orchid, open for more players!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>27-11-2010, 16:55:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				It's like a heady drug that intoxicating.&nbsp; &nbsp;The feeling of being free abounds,&nbsp; that for the first time in her life she is free.&nbsp; &nbsp;Being totally nude led by her pussy.&nbsp; &nbsp;While she held onto his balls is liberating.&nbsp; &nbsp; However,&nbsp; she lives in a society that is rooted and dictated by a puritan background.&nbsp; &nbsp;Offense would be taken,&nbsp; just as shock is expressed&nbsp; as they made their way through the mall.<br><br>Jacks fingers tighten on her pussy.&nbsp; &nbsp;As he has responded about nothing illegal being done.&nbsp; &nbsp;The man did not buy it.&nbsp; His righteous wrath still evident.&nbsp; &nbsp;His scorn seething through.&nbsp; &nbsp;Yet did she see his eyes casting downward.&nbsp; Taking her nude body in.&nbsp; How Jack gripped her pussy.&nbsp; Was he secretly turned on.&nbsp; Is that the fuel of his anger.<br><br>The hunger gnaws at me.&nbsp; The heat of arousal still driving me.&nbsp; A shiver as I suddenly if overcome with a orgasm right in front of this stranger.&nbsp; I drench Jack's fingers.&nbsp; &nbsp; On impulse,&nbsp; I reach down with my free hand.&nbsp; I slick my fingers with my own juices.&nbsp; As I stand there with legs trembling as I ride out the sudden orgasm.&nbsp; Then with more impulse,&nbsp; I reach out and with slick fingers I wipe the wetness onto his mustache.&nbsp; So this stranger gets a full whiff of my heat.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Lowering my offending hand,&nbsp; I look to him wondering how he takes this.&nbsp; What effect would it have on him.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Choose your own Adventure (TRB, ESG, Black Orchid, open for more players!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRollingBarrel</strong> on <strong>25-12-2010, 17:43:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The man recoils as if struck; as he jerks back, though, you get the feeling that just the smell of your musk won't be enough to get him to leave you alone. In fact, your suspicions begin to come true as he starts to growl something - but you don't care, you're already in action, and you grab the man's calloused hands in yours. One of his hands you bring up to your breast and the other down to your crotch. If the sampler platter wasn't enough for him, maybe a full meal would satisfy his hunger.<br><br>You hold him in place; he struggles, but ultimately fails to break free. You know you're not all that strong, and this man would easily have been able to wrench himself from your grasp. You allow yourself a quiet smirk; you've won this battle, and you feel his fingers curl up on you, cupping your breast and vagina. Jack has let go of you by this point, and seems to be watching with a bemused grin. The strange man grunts, but he's shut up and that's all you really wanted. <br><br>That is, until he thrusts all four of his fingers inside your pussy.<br><br>You jolt - hadn't, hadn't been expecting him to be <em>that</em> forward with you, especially after the hissy fit he'd just thrown - your insides tingle and quiver, still sorta numb from the orgasm you'd just had. He's not gentle, either; while he isn't pumping inside of you, he's not really going all that slow, and - ffffuck - <br><br>You don't think you can hold out for much longer, another climax is at hand - but he stops suddenly, withdrawing from you completely, leaving you empty inside. You wonder, for a second, what's going on - but then you feel his knuckles press up against your pussy lips, his hand balled up into a fist.<br><br>Okay, you think - maybe this has gone far enough. When Jack had fisted you, it had been tender, almost loving; this guy wouldn't be as kind, maybe even venting unspent frustration on you. If you want to <strong>stop him</strong>, now is the time; otherwise you could <strong>let him keep going</strong>, see where exactly this would go...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Choose your own Adventure (TRB, ESG, Black Orchid, open for more players!)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>25-12-2010, 23:04:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Perverse as it sounds to me.&nbsp; I find myself shivering not in fear,&nbsp; but in anticipation.&nbsp; &nbsp;As the stranger I just flagrantly taunted into feeling me.&nbsp; Suddenly&nbsp; he has pulled his fingers out of me.&nbsp; Balling them into a fist and pressing them against my puffy swollen petals.&nbsp; &nbsp;I should be scared,&nbsp; angry about this.&nbsp; &nbsp; Instead I feel a thrill.&nbsp; &nbsp;It is as if I have awaken shed off the blinders and shackles that have long ruled my life.&nbsp; &nbsp;Open me to a whole new world.&nbsp; For the old me would have screamed or/and even run from such a thing.&nbsp; &nbsp;Not after today,&nbsp; I now crave it and want it.&nbsp; In response I show my desire and wants by grinding down on his fist.&nbsp; &nbsp;Smearing my arousal onto his bare knuckles.&nbsp; &nbsp;The fact I do this in a crowded mall, makes no difference.&nbsp; It only adds to the growing excitement.&nbsp; &nbsp;I feel like a woman in the moment.&nbsp; &nbsp;A rebel that suddenly has a cause.&nbsp; &nbsp;I also realize I will be labeled for this day.&nbsp; A whore,&nbsp; a slut, it doesn't matter,&nbsp; perhaps I am all of those things and more.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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