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Thread: Birds of a Feather (Candy-	Crusade)

Tom really hoped Beth took the bait. After all, the test was more about seeing how the future of their relationship was going to be. Without Beth taking any initiative, they would end up in a laborious back and forth of instruction and following instruction. A little spontaneity on her part would go a long way in keeping things fresh and letting him keep her around for the long haul. As he stood there, cock essentially begging to be touched, he kept direct eye contact with Beth. It wasn't long before she took the hint and her hand was running over his cock through the front of his slacks. The friction was already intense to begin with, but add the pressure created from her hand and Tom had to resist the urge to scream at the feeling. He reached down and grabbed her hair, the tresses wrapped around his fingers as he had earlier and gave it a rough tug, looking down into her eyes. Good girl, he said, licking his lips. That would be the extent of the praise he gave her. He wasn't going to heap praise on her. He felt if he did that, he'd be giving her the impression that everything she did was the best and he wanted to think she could always improve. With her hand still on his cock, Tom brought both his hands to his belt. He undid it swiftly, choosing to work on the button and zipper next until the pants just hung loosely around his waist. His large hand found the wrist of the hand that had been rubbing his cock and pulled it firmly away from his crotch. He let the pants fall down to his ankles, at which point he kicked them free and out of the way. With his jockeys on display, Beth would be able to see the outline of his cock perfectly, a wet spot present on the grey fabric where his precum had already started flowing. Hooking both his thumbs in either side of the boxer briefs, Tom pulled them down quickly, letting out a breathy exhale as his thick, throbbing dick was finally given the opportunity to breathe. Tom licked his lips again, the tip of his cock glistening with a fair amount of precum. His eyes were still solely focused on Beth's. Tom reached down and grabbed hold of his shaft. He gave it a few pumps before stepping forward to get even closer to her. He guided the head to Beth's lips, smearing the precum that resided at the tip across her lips like the most vulgar of glosses. He let the head linger there and then freed his hand from the shaft, wanting to see Beth take some more initiative, although he wasn't sure it could even be called initiative at that point. His cock was essentially in her mouth already.
Thread: Birds of a Feather (Candy-	Crusade)

Tom stood motionless there in front of Beth, his cock standing at full attention at her lips just waiting to be sucked. As she licked the gloss of precum from her lips and made eye contact, Tom resisted the urge to let out a groan of pleasure. Beth was so incredibly sexy in everything she did. He could still remember how hard he'd gotten off that first time they cammed together. She just oozed sexuality and that was part of the reason Tom had wanted to give her a chance. So far, so good. When she finally grabbed hold of his shaft and began sucking his cock, Tom nodded his head approvingly. It was really the only sign of approval she would get from him. Tom didn't want Beth to know how good her mouth felt. Having her strive to be her absolute best was going to get him better blowjobs, not praising her for every little thing she did. It wasn't the norm for Tom to just stand idle while a woman slowly sucked his cock. He was much more the type to exhibit control and fuck her mouth. He was tempted as she started to prod her throat with the head of his cock and test her gag reflex, but he relented. He would feel her out and test what she had to offer. Tom felt it as a sort of moral victory when Beth's hand crept up to massage his balls. Too often he found women who were too solely focused on his dick to realize what a source of pleasure could be brought to his balls as well. From rubs to licking and sucking, it was all welcome. Tom really enjoyed the fact that Beth had taken such initiative. As she took such good care of him, Tom began wondering about her previous sexual partners? Had she ever gotten this level of domsub? Was she always so forthright in giving partners what they wanted? While she continued, Tom started unbuttoning his shirt, starting at the top. He took his time, again, his eyes never leaving Beth's face. He really hoped she wouldn't be like all the rest. He planned on making this her full-time job. She not only had to be fully invested in it all, but she had to know that he wasn't going to let her go without a fight. He'd worked too hard to find someone as perfect as her. He just hoped they never got to that point.
Thread: Birds of a Feather (Candy-	Crusade)

There was that noise again, a sound that made her look up and gaze at him in wonder she wondered just when her eyes had left his face. That simple groan made Beth feel a stirring within her nether region again a familiar clenching that signified her desire and need to be fucked. The first time that the two of them had seen each other on the cams had been the most thrilling moment had experienced in such a long time. He had taken control of her as she had always desired she didn't even ask, right out of the gates, Tom had demanded things of her, and Beth was more than willing to give him EXACTLY what he desired of her. From that point on, she could think of no one but him taking control of her. Her gaze had not faltered once, in fact, the nod had kept her eyes locked completely enchanted. That one nod had been the only sign that she was doing as she was suppose to good. Too much praise from her Master would cause her to grow sloppy, even if she didn't realize it. Perhaps he wants more though? In the back of her head, Beth thought that maybe she should lavish such affection on his balls as she did his throbbing member. It was a risk not a large risk, but a risk that could be easily punishable. 'What the hell!' She thought, remember that if he didn't like what she did, he would stop her. Beth slowly eased her mouth from his shaft, dragging her lips slowly, painfully down his entire length until only the head of his penis remained in her mouth. The brunette removed his shaft from her mouth, but not before her tongue lapped at the opening. Giving it one last quick, powerful suck, did Beth remove her mouth from him, however this wasn't for long . The young woman leaned into him, her free hand reaching up and stroking him slowly down his entire length whilest her mouth collected one of his balls into her mouth. Gently she suckled the puckered skin of his scrotum letting her tongue run over the smooth skin before letting it go and giving his 'boys' a gentle kiss, followed by a long, sensual strokes of her tongue. As she worked his shaft like a veteran whore Tom began to work his shirt off slowly, teasingly slipping each button from it's designated hole, letting the fabric slide open to reveal his tone body. That very same form that she had come to love and admire after so many weeks of just caming. All Beth could think while he toyed with the buttons on his shirt 'I can't wait to call you Master,' however the thought slipped away quickly only to be replaced by the thought of their bodies intertwined in a passionate bout of wild, rough sex.
Thread: Hola Muchachos

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Hello stranger, can you tell us where you've been?
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And more importantly, however did you come to be here?
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Though a stranger, you can rest here for awhile,
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But save your energy, your journey here is far from over.
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Come the sunrise, we'll descend through Judgment valley
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And weigh your worth before Her Majesty, the Verde river.
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No direction but to follow what you know,
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No direction but have faith in her decision.
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No direction but to never fight her flow,
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No direction but to trust the final destination.
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You're a stranger til she whispers you can stay,
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You're a stranger til she whispers that your journey's over
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Thread: Looking for a big sister to play with

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Thread: Queen of the Grand Line (Trixie & Rand)

It had been two years. Two years since Monkey D. Luffy had set out on his adventure, tackled the Grand Line with all his enthusiasm and his strength, gathering together a ragtag bunch of misfits along the way and creating quite a large amount of trouble for the World Government. Or, at least... it would have been. Fate was strange like that the smallest thing could have drastic consequences. Luffy had never met Nami, or Zoro, or Usopp or Sanji or any of the group. Perhaps he was still out there somewhere, giving the Marines hell... but it also meant he never met one Nico Robin. The Jaguar rocked in the waves off the coast of a small island by the name of Roak. It lay on one of those seven paths through the Grand Line, that ineffable and dangerous sea that drew the wild and the foolhardy. It was a great ship, a full galleon staffed by a full crew -- a crew whose collective bounty steadily rose with every month. Nico Robin stood atop the deck, eyes as blue as ice staring out at the sea. She was clad in a form-fitting catsuit of some sort, with shortened sleeves and long, shiny gloves to compensate. Her neckline plunged down nearly to her navel, the material straining over her breasts as she enjoyed the feeling of the evening air. Mm. How much longer did Pet say until the Log Pose is set? she called out across the deck. Another hour or so, ma'am, came the reply from one of the crewmen on deck. Robin almost sighed, settling one slender hand under her chin as she sashayed slowly along the Jaguar's deck. Pity. Can't be helped, I suppose, she said as high heels clicked against the solid wooden deck. It was an interesting life, leading the Demon Pirates an appellation oh-so-fitting for the Demon Child Nico Robin as she'd been called so many years ago. The Poneglyphs were yet out there and ripe for the viewing... but... there was only so far she could be pushed. Kicked around from service to service until she'd been employed by Crocodile... and, well, the moment he'd tried to get rid of her... ... seastone shackles had seen to him. Two years. Two loooong years since then. At least her crew were enjoying themselves on Roak -- the screams had died down about an hour ago, which meant the place was likely pillaged and her crew had started... relieving themselves with the local populace. It was part of the reason for the bounty they'd managed to accrue... and part of the reason why the Jaguar was so big, and why its brig was likewise quite large. She slowly made her way up to the bow of the ship, turning to quite gently press her hip against the wooden railing, settling her hand on the polished surface. It WAS an interesting life most times... it was only when they were forced to halt for the Log Pose that the monotony set in. Tick, tock, tick, tock... She reflected that the next island had best be larger, if only so that there were better specimens to find -- both in the populace and the sort of books they had. Roak's had been rubbish -- shoddy reprints of some of her collection. It left her with precious little to do.
Thread: Queen of the Grand Line (Trixie & Rand)

The Demon Pirates were, to a one, fiercely loyal to Nico Robin. It was hard to tell just why that happened to be -- whether it was because they respected her or because they feared her wrath and had seen what happened to those who weren't. It could even have been a bit of both, or something else entirely that kept her pirates loyal to her. Of course, all of the heavy hitters were off the ship just then, enjoying the delights of Roak's women whether they wanted it or not, no doubt, leaving her with a skeleton crew that was perhaps becoming a little more literal than anyone of them would have liked as Zoro made his way up the body of the Jaguar. Of course... that loyalty was a one-way street, and Robin seemed well-aware that someone was aboard her shp by the time that swordsman -- clothed in nothing but pants, boots, and scar tissue -- had made his way up to the bow of her ship. She also seemed to be straddling the line between amusement and apathy just then, her mouth a thin line but her eyes sparkling with something that the swordsman likely wouldn't be able to parse... Speaking, Robin said, her hand fluttering across her chest as if to gesture at herself. And you are... ah, don't tell me. She paused fora moment, looking him over... and perhaps he might have gotten the feeling that he was being looked over in more than one way just then. Roronoa Zoro, yes? The infamous pirate hunter... who happens to himself be a pirate, she said. She smiled faintly. It seems as if the Marines call anyone they do not like a pirate these days, she murmured, very slowly and very deliberately leaning back on the railing, apparently leaving herself entirely open to him. You know... I was about to say the very same thing to you, she said with a small smile. If you've come here with the delusion of sending me to the Marines or otherwise killing me, you'll be quite disappointed, she said. So I'll give you this chance. Put down your swords and kneel... or I will make you kneel, she said, her voice slipping into a purr as that smile grew ever more wicked, her eyes glinting. Something didn't seem quite right about her -- something just ever-so-slightly off about the way she looked...
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Thread: Don't Stand So Close (Church x Gumdrop)

Ryan glanced towards his friends. He had to hide so much from them, his love of knowledge, his love of older men, his love for well...a lot of things. He looked towards the school doors, there were two minutes left. If they didn't hurry up they would be late to class and he would miss the beginning of the notes. Jocks had a reputation to maintain though, which annoyingly so, was about being too cool for school. He sighed fuck it. he mumbled to himself and headed off to get to class. If anything he could just play it off as he was annoyed with one of his teammates. He got into class just two seconds before the bell rang and was still walking to his seat as the class started. He rolled his eyes and walked calmly to his seat, sitting down and plastering his 'i'm completely bored' face on. He couldn't show too much in this class, that was for sure, too many of the cheerleaders were in this class and all eyes were on him. Except one pair. He wasn't sure why it bothered him, it wasn't like he needed that one pair to be on him at all times. But it would be nice if when they were on him it wasn't a look of disapproval. Ryan kept his grades just above average, just enough to keep him on the football team. However, much to his dismay the team had decided that they should go partying to celebrate their victories. Which meant he had little time for studying, and therefore his grades had been slipping, good for a jock, not good for a young man that adored learning. He was nervous today because he knew they would be receiving there last test and he knew he just bombed it. High school could be so hard.
Thread: Don't Stand So Close (Church x Gumdrop)

Charlie Overton had been dreading this day for a few days now. It was the day he gave final tests back and it always railed in some kid realizing he failed the class and begging for a few extra points or an extra credit opportunity. He was 37, past the time when he would have been willing to give it but not yet to the point when he didn't care at all. He wished he had the strength some of the older teachers had when dealing with kids like those, especially the jocks who thought they were entitled to do overs or special treatment because they could kick or throw a ball a little farther than someone else. Most of his students fell into this category. There were still the few overachievers, the one who didn't care at all, and some who tried but just couldn't do well for some reason. He closed the door when the bell rang, barely missing Ryan's heel and didn't give a moment of rest before talking. I've finished grading you're tests so I'll give those back at the end of class. The grade you have now will most likely be your final grade unless you bomb the state final. The final probably won't have any impact unless you're on the edge of a grade and you do fairly well. Today we're going to watch The Great Gatsby since we just finished the book and we'll finish it tomorrow or the day after. He turned the TV off five minutes till the end of class when I call your name come get your test and then you can go, he said, usually being nice on those days and letting them get a couple extra minutes to get to their next class. Ryan was the last one sitting in the room and he got up, going to sit beside him in the seat. He shouldn't care. He wished he didn't but he couldn't let someone throw their life away for sports. What's going on? All of a sudden your grades just started going downhill and I know you can do better than this. You can do better than what you were doing at the beginning of the semester. He ran a hand through his black hair, pale green eyes looking at his student with interest.
Thread: Don't Stand So Close (Church x Gumdrop)

Ryan fidgeted as they watched the Great Gatsby, he had read the book, twice already. He became a little annoyed when the cheerleader behind him started to braid his hair, but he let her be. Even though he wished the movie would end, he also wished that it would go on forever. He sighed again and tapped his foot over and over hoping that maybe he could slip out before the teacher asked him to stay. No such luck. He couldn't even see his test before Mr. Overton came over. crap. he mumbled to himself. He licked his lips when Charlie sat down next to him, I just...you know, the games were going great and I sort of partied rather than studied... he mumbled. He couldn't help show how ashamed he was, his perfectly sculpted expression already breaking down in front of just the teacher. His own dark brown eyes looked back at Overton's pale green ones. He looked away after a little while, I failed didn't I? he asked, glancing at the test, that he still hadn't seen the grade of. Like...bad... he asked, looking over to his teacher again and fidgeting. Can I let you in on something? he asked, Something that you won't tell anyone? he clarified. I mean, it's not gonna be like anything life threatening or anything. He waited for the other to respond and then started in I'm not like the others. I'm actually pretty smart, or at least I would like to think so. I study hard and keep my grades up. he licked his lips But that's not how being a jock works. It's a lot of pressure to not be smart. he mumbled, I know it's rather stupid, but I have to be you know, smart about being stupid. he explained, licking his lips again. I guess I just let it go too far. he went on, I guess what I'm attempting to ask is...extra credit? he gave a slightly hopeful look, perhaps some that...doesn't get me caught? he asked.
Thread: Don't Stand So Close (Church x Gumdrop)

Charlie watched the boy to gauge his reaction to knowing that he had failed. He would have to do very well on his final to pass and that might not even save him. Yes. You failed. I know it's hard sometimes to please everyone you feel like you need to but the only one worth pleasing is yourself at the end of the day. He nodded when the other clearly wanted to tell him something, nodding as he spoke. He pressed his lips together and frowned slightly, hating that he couldn't just say no. But he just loved the kids too much to let any of them fail when they wanted to try so hard to pass or do better. I think we might be able to arrange something. I know you've got practice after school so you'll have to find a way to get to my apartment if you want extra help. I'm not going to just give you some work to give back to me. Charlie was willing to help him because he seemed really genuine with his plea and he wanted to do better. He ran a hand through his hair and scribbled a number and address on the back of his test before handing it to him. You need to call sometime tonight to set up a day and time to come over. If you forget you'll just have to study yourself and hope it's enough so that you don't have to sit in here again next year. He stood back up, awkwardly unfolding his long legs from underneath the desk before going back to his own to get books or for his next class. He let his encounter fade from his mind until he went back home and started preparing dinner for himself in the evening after making a pot of tea. He had already changed into sleeping pants and a t-shirt, much preferring it to regular clothes. His phone was on the counter though he didn't much expect the kid to actually follow up with the plan to try and salvage what he could of his grade.
Thread: Don't Stand So Close (Church x Gumdrop)

Ryan nodded and sighed, easier said than done, teach. he said, looking away from his teacher for a little bit. When Charlie said that he could possibly arrange something he smiled a bit and looked at the paper. Thank you. Ryan said, nodding to his teacher. Thank you, I will. he took the paper from Overton and eyed the number for a bit. He didn't actually think that his teacher would go so far for him, but he wouldn't be let down either. After practice and homework he sat in his room, staring at the number that his teacher had given him. He had dialed the first part probably half a dozen times, before he finally dialed the fool thing and waited. Um...hello? I'm um...I'm um calling for Mr. Overton. This is Ryan, Ryan Reed, from your English class. he explained, sounding extremely awkward over the phone. I um....I guess I should probably ask you what time and day is okay with you, since you are doing me a total solid and doing this for me. he said, scratching the back of his head. He was sitting straight up at his desk, and fiddling with his test. I don't really know what you would like to go over with me, but if it would be possible I would like to go over this test....and some of my other tests. he mumbled into the phone I kind of worked on them...and I think I have the right answers now, I'd just like to double check them before moving on. he licked his lips and fidgeted, glancing down at his grade, a 27 on a book that he had read twice. He felt sick to his stomach about the grade, this wasn't cool at all and he was much smarter than this.