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Thread: From Business Woman to Sex Toy (SalesGirlAnna x standupguy1)

Annabelle smiled when she saw Mark walk into her office. Mark... It's nice to finally meet you... She offered her hand to him as she stood up and walked over to him. Please have a seat. She closed the door to the office and escorted him over to the chairs in front of his desk. She stood in front of him and said, Mark... Let's get down to business... I know you have a harem of women...
Thread: From Business Woman to Sex Toy (SalesGirlAnna x standupguy1)

Mark was a skilled business man he had even taken a few acting classes in collage to help him with such situations. If she didnt know for a fact he had one she would have believed his lie, a haremme my god whats wrong with this country. Because Im not marred at 39 I must have a harem. How would one have such an ancient thing now a days. Let me tell you one thing if you think youre going to black mail me I will put twice as much money in the hedge of your biggest rival just to put you in your place. Of all the black mail ideas a harem. I would have thought better of you. He stud up flattened his shirt.
Thread: From Business Woman to Sex Toy (SalesGirlAnna x standupguy1)

No... Mark... I'm not blackmailing you... I want to join your harem... With that Annabelle opened her blazer to reveal her blue satin and lace camisole. Then she reached behind her back, lowered the zipper of her skirt and slid it off her hips. He couldn't see her blue satin and lace string bikini panties. But he could see the straps from her garter belt holding her stockings up. What do you think?
Thread: From Business Woman to Sex Toy (SalesGirlAnna x standupguy1)

SalesGirlAnna said No... Mark... I'm not blackmailing you... I want to join your harem... With that Annabelle opened her blazer to reveal her blue satin and lace camisole. Then she reached behind her back, lowered the zipper of her skirt and slid it off her hips. He couldn't see her blue satin and lace string bikini panties. But he could see the straps from her garter belt holding her stockings up. What do you think? Click to expand... He was a bit shocked that a women like her would want to give up the life she had for the life of a sex salve. She did ware the shit out of the bra and pantie set that she was wearing though. He stood up and closed the door to her office. A CEO who wanted to become a sex slave was going to be a screamer. He undid his tie while saying, hypothetically speaking if this harem existed they types of women in it would be strippers and hookers. Woman who spent their whole life learning how to give pleasure. When you learned calculus they were playing hooky and blowing there boy friends. A girl in a harem would have to be docile and dumbnot take charge and intelligent. Why do you think you would qualify? he took out his sport coat. He sat down on a leather chair. He felt like he was a strip club looking for new talent.
Thread: From Business Woman to Sex Toy (SalesGirlAnna x standupguy1)

Annabelle walked up to Mark. Got down on her knees between his legs, took his cock out of his pants and started to lick it and play with his balls.
Thread: From Business Woman to Sex Toy (SalesGirlAnna x standupguy1)

Marks eyes closed as her soft hand gently took his cock out of his pants. Then he opened his eyes to see her tong wetting his shaft. Her hands were dwarfed by his big cock. Her hands glided smoothly up and down his long thick shaft. Mark though his head back in pleasure she was definitely skilled enough to be a sex slave.
Thread: From Business Woman to Sex Toy (SalesGirlAnna x standupguy1)

Then Annabelle took his hard cock in his mouth. She sucked on it and licked the head with her tongue. As she did this she continued to play with his balls.
Thread: From Business Woman to Sex Toy (SalesGirlAnna x standupguy1)

He ran his hands though her soft hair. His loins were on fire with pleasure. He said, Suck that dick you dirty little whore. Take it all. He grabbed a fist full of her hair and forced his dick down her throat. oh god thats good take that dick girl take it. he loved the feeling of her hands playing with his balls.
Thread: From Business Woman to Sex Toy (SalesGirlAnna x standupguy1)

Even as Mark forced his cock down her throat, she kept sucking on it and paying with his balls. Her tongue would swirl around his cock as she sucked.
Thread: From Business Woman to Sex Toy (SalesGirlAnna x standupguy1)

Spunk shot out of his cock like a civil war cannon. The warm white sticky seed flooded her mouths as it shot out of his cock. Mark yelled, fffffffffffffffffuuuuuuuuuuuuccccccccckkkkkkkk as he came. After conversing for the better part of a minute he said, your hiredcall my secretary in the morning and she will tell you where the harem is. Oh and though out everything piece of clothing you own that isnt slutty. He pulled up his pants and left the room.
Thread: From Business Woman to Sex Toy (SalesGirlAnna x standupguy1)

Annabelle swallowed every drop of cum he shot into her mouth. She smiled when he said she was hired, Yes Master, she said. She got dressed and told her boss that she quit effective immediately. Then she went home and started packing, she only packed her most sluty clothes. Then the next morning she called his secretary to find out were the harem was.
Thread: From Business Woman to Sex Toy (SalesGirlAnna x standupguy1)

Your finally here its a big brick building in the middle of nowhere but its what you came here for. There is a big red sign that says all new girls report to the office. There is a red arrow pointing to the office. You walk that way and find a big blue door. When you open the door up you see a blonde lady typing away on a computer thats on a big steel desk. She says oh high you must be the new girl. i think i talked to you on the phone? Im Sara I run the masters harem for him. Before I can let you in the harem there are a few things we have to go over. Frist off you will get a check for 4000 dollars put in your account every two weeks. You will be given a car you and the other girls will share. Your room, board and food will be paid for we have a chef working here at all times. If the master likes you he is known to buy many presents for the girls. Now in turn for that we have some rules you must wear a low cut top and pants or shirts higher than your knee. Many girls just begin to walk around the haram naked. You must work out for one hour a day to keep up your body. You must take a strip tease, belly dance or sex class every Sunday. We have a lady who comes in to teach these things. And of course if the master asks you to have sex with him you must. Oh and you must only to refer the master as the master. All the rest of the time is yours to do whatever you want with we have a pool, a spa, a big screen TV, a well-stocked library, a bar for the girls to hang in with all kinds of booze. And many other goodies do you have any questions?
Thread: From Business Woman to Sex Toy (SalesGirlAnna x standupguy1)

Annabelle listed to the rules and shook her head... no.. I think I'm all set...
Thread: Heterosexual Fanbased Roleplay search--canons only!

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Thread: Heterosexual Fanbased Roleplay search--canons only!

Maybe I'm just dumb...but how do I do that? I keep looking for an option to activate them but I can't find any. .
Thread: Heterosexual Fanbased Roleplay search--canons only!

I sent you a PM as well.
Thread: Heterosexual Fanbased Roleplay search--canons only!

I just activated them! Sorry about that!
Thread: Heterosexual Fanbased Roleplay search--canons only!

PM sent
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Thread: A Fine Predicament (Retro/Tryste)

Esme threw her hands over her face to shield her eyes. She did not want to see their faces as they fell on her. It was horrifying enough to know that her last few seconds were going to be horribly painful. What sort of eternal hell would be waiting for her if the last thing she saw were their sneering faces? Her tiny frame trembled as she waited for the final blow. The sounds of their laughter was drowned out by her weeping. It was amazing that she hadn't made water because of her terror. However nothing had happened. Through her heavy breathing, crying, and whimpering not a single blow came. This caused her to pause in a moment of stunned clarity. She was not going to die. As the sounds of her despair were quelled she heard something heavy in front of her fall to the floor. Through tear blurred vision she saw more blood. Slowly she looked up. One of the men who had terrorized her was dead before her. The other two assumedly fled. Her eyes met with the one who had saved her. He simply told her. It seems we got here a few moments too late, girl. Her simple dress had soaked up much of the pooled blood from her father. Dirt from the field still streaked her face. What it must have looked like to him! No doubt she looked like she had been through hell and back and, really, she had been. Her light blue eyes filled with tears again and she looked away, sniffing loudly. Of course it was too late, she said in a hoarse tone. My father is dead. What was worse was that these were only three men. Three men out of how many that gang likely had. No doubt more waited the return of their brethren and when they didn't show, they likely were going show up again. Likely when she was burying her father's body. And I surely will be as well! There has to be more of those men.
Thread: A Fine Predicament (Retro/Tryste)

Esme's mind was still thoroughly fogged from the events. The other voices in her house sounded distorted and their figures misshapen her eyes catching them every few seconds. She stared without blinking, eyes darting from one sound to another. Clearly she was not in her right mind and, really, who expected her to be? She had just witnessed the death of her father and she was about to be tortured before being killed herself. Whoever could go through that without feeling anything was a cold hearted person indeed. So, when the clear man who saved her mentioned something about offering her sanctuary, she did what anyone would have. Instantly she jumped up, eyes wide with the fear of staying in that place. Anywhere was better than her home at that time. She was unaware that one got away to tell his other cannibal brethren but she knew that more would come. The consequences of her actions did not even register then. Esme did not know the conditions of that arrangement. All she knew was that she needed to get away and start life anew. Please don't leave me here! she exclaimed, practically throwing herself at the armor-clad savior. I cannot. Even if the cannibals didn't return, this house is of the dead now. How could she possibly stay in the place that her father died? She turned a frightened glance back down at her father's body and gasped loudly, hand going over her mouth. Thank goodness everything she ate before had been burned off or she might have lost it all in a fit of a churning stomach. How was she going to burry him? Would these men help her do it or would they leave him there to rot? Her mind raced and her head pounded.
Thread: A Fine Predicament (Retro/Tryste)

Most of the names slipped past her recognition. Her father had been more of a Star Trek sort of guy before the collapse of the modern world and her mother much preferred books. In fact Esme had been named after a character from her mother's favorite novel, which so happened to be written by Victor Hugo. After her mother died she attempted to read it to keep a sense of companionship but she found it depressing material in light of the situation. Not only that but it was a difficult read for someone who only managed to get a little pass a six grade reading level. The pat on the head soothed the young woman and she pressed herself more tightly against the man. He was her savior as far as Esme was concerned. Everyone else, even if they were assisting Michael, were frightening. Mentally she was still in survival mode. He was the strongest one there the alpha of that pack of men. It helped considerably that he was easy to look at. Handsome men were always easier for her to trust. Was it shallow of her? She was a sixteen year old girl after all and had the mind of one. Any valuables? she asked again. They did not have much in there small farm-side home. The only thing she had of real value was a locket around her neck. Before the technology died her mom had gotten her it and had placed her own picture and that of her father inside of it. At the time she thought it was a weird bit of sentimentality but now she was grateful for it. I don't think so... but should I get my clothes? She asked. It was a stupid question. Of course she should have gotten her clothes. I don't have many. Just some dresses. The mention of her father burning made her pale considerably. Was it the best way? She had wanted to give him a proper burial but she understood why. They did not have time to waste on digging up the dirt just to plant someone inside of it. Okay... she replied in a small whisper. There was nothing more that could be done with the home. With no one living in it and upkeeping it, the building would fall into disrepair. She'd much rather imagine it the way it was than dilapidated and falling apart. She was hesitant to ask but she did anyway. Can we leave before the fire really gets going? And release the old horses? Please?
Thread: A Fine Predicament (Retro/Tryste)

Alright. Go pack, and change. Wear warm clothing. I'll be just outside when you're done. He murmured, sending her away toward her bedroom with a gentle push to guide her in that direction. When she stepped out of the room, he pulled a blood-covered blanket from the back of one of the chairs in the house to shroud her father in so she'd not have to look on him again. Only then would he step outside, gathering up Deuce and Nutcracker. Two of the horses were not in good condition, and were let free, but two of them looked to have potential as breeders, so they were tied in among the small herd of remounts that accompanied the five men, bringing the total number up to seventeen horses in all. A horse to ride for each man, two remounts for each man, and the two breeders. Michael didn't expect to get much use out of them, but he knew that the manager of his small farm would appreciate having new stock to add to what had already been collected. That done, he called in the two scouts with three sharp blasts of a whistle that hung around his neck in a birdlike pattern, the five men moving to change saddles on horses to fresh beasts, intending to be ready to go as soon as she was out of the house. He intended to keep his promise to be well away before the house was burning well, at least. Ugh...serious writer's block. They'll get better again.
Thread: A Fine Predicament (Retro/Tryste)

That is perfectly alright. We all go through it Getting everything around did not take long. She did not own much in the lines of clothing. Most of the clothes she had when she was little had been pieced together to either make a larger garment or had been used for wash rags. Nothing was ever simply thrown away. That was wasteful and in that situation being wasteful was certainly a luxury. So she stuffed whatever she had in an old pink book bag she had for school when she was a little girl. She stuffed herself into a long shirt and a long sleeve shirt. Over that she threw on a holey sweater that had once belonged to her mother. When she emerged again she was grateful that he had covered her father's body up with a sheet. Blood seeped through it but, at least, she was relieved from the horror of what laid beneath the sheet. She knew what was there and she did not need to see him like that to say good-bye to him. She left the house with tears dripping down her face. Nothing had ever hurt her this badly. Even when her mother died she understood. She had been sick for so long and had suffered for it, so it felt as if it was in a natural design. The death of her father had been so sudden that it shocked her to her core. She staggered towards where she saw the men standing, sniffing and hiccupping. Esme was unsure if she could even ride a horse on her own. It would be so easy for her to throw herself from that mount or easy to slip off of the side. Normally she would not even consider such a method but, now, she felt as if it was good. She had to remind herself that she was going to be taken care of that she had a future in the new city that awaited her. Are we ready to leave yet? she asked in a hushed tone, voice cracking.
Thread: A Fine Predicament (Retro/Tryste)

Why would he want her contract? It must have been, she thought, that it was because she looked strong. Years working at the farm had given her lithe muscles but she was not grotesquely built like other girls that had spent their lives doing the same thing she had. Were hard working pledges that hard to find? She eyed the men warily and wondered why a woman wouldn't want another worker in the house. Maybe she was the type that grew jealous of people that were able to get more done. Even though she had never personally been that sort of girl she assumed that they had to be somewhere out there. After all people would find the most ridiculous thing to be competitive over to show how much better they were than everyone else. When they were introduced, she simply nodded her head in recognition though she wasn't really paying much attention. Getting to know people was not in her grasp at that moment. She was confused and overwhelmed with everything that had just happened. Even the landscape around her, the same landscape she had seen thousands of times before, felt unfamiliar and cold. Without really thinking about it, she huddled closer to Michael. Esme was surprised that he did not ask her name and she could not remember if she had given it to him. The truth was is that she was unaware of the protocol of becoming a new citizen of Karak Dorn. Really she had only heard of that place in passing when some men from there would travel through to trade for some of their produce. Her father really had protected her from the outside world. Especially when, unknown to her, many of the visiting men had tried to convince her father on binding her into a contract with them. The same one she was unknowingly now in with Michael. No, she replied. Her voice even sounded miserable. I've never been anywhere outside of this farm. I don't know what it is like other places.
Thread: A Fine Predicament (Retro/Tryste)

He had been waiting for her to introduce herself after the introductions that he had given, but that seemed not likely to happen. She seemed to be too preoccupied with what had happened to her, with good reason, to care much about social niceties. He'd find out soon enough, regardless. Her answer caught him by surprise, but after a moment he nodded...he shouldn't be surprised. Not everyone was as widely traveled as he had been...most her age wouldn't have left the family farm at all, much less made the twenty mile journey required to reach Karak Dorn. What had been a half-hour drive pre-change was now at least a day's walk through bandit infested woods that small families didn't dare cross. I suppose I had best explain it to you, then. When you first enter the city you pledge yourself to the service of one citizen for a trial period. This is a way to ensure that you have some sell able skill when you leave, and Karak Dorn is not filled with worthless people....not everyone has the skills required to join us, after all. During this time you pledge to obey the citizen that takes your contract, touch no weapon, wear no armor, handle no amount of money larger than a single silver rose, and obey any lawful command of a soldier or officer. Failing to do any of these things is punishable by exile from the lands of Karak Dorn, with offenses like striking a citizen punishable by death by hanging.' 'The citizen that holds your contract, of course, holds more power. His or her words are quite literally law. They may command you to do whatever they wish, and you are to obey them. Special cases of cruelty may be brought before the judges, but most pledges are happier with their contract holders than they would be with the city...better to be cleaning a house or learning a trade than working the fields outside of the city. There are a few things, of course, that pledges are not allowed to work on. The walls of the city, for instance, are only built by citizens so there are no weak spots for an enemy to take advantage of. Most of the laws forbidding pledges to take up arms and armor, as well as the limit of one pledge per citizen per year came from a series of revolts brought about by large groups of new pledges coming in and planning to overthrow the city. He paused for a moment, quirking a brow in a bit of amusement. I take it you will still want to come, even so. Staying here is a death sentence, but if you wish to leave and go back to your house, I will not stop you.
Thread: A Fine Predicament (Retro/Tryste)

What he described sounded like a nightmare to her. No way to actually earn money. No way to defend herself if someone attacked her it would mean death if she did or exile from the only safe harbor she had. How long was this trial period to last and could it possibly be extended by a particularly cruel master? It was ridiculous to assume that not everyone had a skill. Esme could farm and knew how to stitch pretty good. Were those skills not suitable for Karak Dorn? The stress from the regulations given to her made her head pound even further and she brought her hands up to rub furiously at her temples to make the pain go away. This was so much, so soon after she had lost everything. She replied with a curt cry and dissolved into tears again. I can't stay here! she exclaimed. You know I will be killed if I do! There were a few more moments of sobbing gut retching wails that spoke volumes of the losses that life had dealt her. Not only had her father been brutally killed by savage cannibals but she was going to be little more than a slave to Michael. However, with a sniff, she realized that he was probably not going to be too hard on her. If all she did were chores in a house, it did not seem that bad to her. He would probably not hurt her either or strike her. I'll come with you. I'll come.