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Thread: Paying For College (Becka x Father Figure)

What honestly could have been better than this? He was stunned, just the tiniest of bits, at her willingness. Oh he had expected her to go along with what he was doing because of her arousal and maybe because of the allure of money, but had he really expected her to be such an eager little whore? No, not really. Yet she had gone after that cock like a woman who was dying of thirst in the desert. It left him trembling and struggling in the wake of what was her erstwhile assault and while he was supposed to be the dominant in this occasion, for a moment he merely reveled in the feeling of a woman willing to do what he needed her to do. He spread his thighs slowly in the seat, lewdly, giving her complete unfettered access as she rammed her head back and forth on that thick spit covered shaft, his moans low and guttural, the moans of a man who was absolutely in heaven. There was little doubt that she was working him like she was a professional at doing so and it had him on edge, near orgasm, like he was a fucking teenager. His fingers smoothed through her hair as he tried to keep himself from cumming at that moment, his eyes nearly rolling back into his head as she worked him down her throat. He had to stop her from doing much more or he would truly finish and far before he wanted to do so. Perhaps it was karmic then that the elevator doors opened nearby and out stepped a few of his coworkers to head to lunch, his eyes widening just slightly as he slid down and stopped her, his body moving to lay back in the car seat, thick cock standing tall like a spear as his hand pushed her head back so that they were practically staring at one another as he lay back. It put him close to her face, looking at her shiny face, and he smiled at her with wicked delight as they heard the chattering of people making plans as they passed by. His free hand raised to his lips as he made a shushing sound and practically giggled at the absurdity of it...God he wanted to fuck her so badly right now. God he wanted to fuck her so badly right now... The thought filtered through his mind that the risk was well worth the gain, even if he knew that was absolutely a fucking lie, and his hands reached out to slowly pull her up into the seat with him. He turned his body so that he could face fully, putting them nose to nose as his hand reached down and pushed her skirt up and he slid that cock between her thighs. The angle was absolutely terrible to try to fuck, supremely so, but he wanted to feel her....and he was not going to accept no for an answer. So it left him rocking between her beautiful parted legs, the head of his cock brushing back and forth over her hot creamy pussy. His hand had come around to grip her ass, digging his fingers in tightly, as he dry humped her. That voice quiet as he whispered...Do you...you know if you're my whore, I'll always ride you bareback...I'll never pull out. I want to cum inside of you, every single fucking time.
Thread: Paying For College (Becka x Father Figure)

Sophia stared into Mr. Tanner's eyes as they hid from his coworkers and one or two soft giggles left her lips. He was a beast and predator who wanted to hunt while she just wanted to be hunted playfully she was young and without a worry in the world, believing nothing could ever go wrong while he was careful, controling and dominant. She was the young flesh he lusted for and he was the experienced man she needed. They were so different yet so alike as they both wanted to fuck, more than anything in the world. Sophia looked straight into his with her lively young eyes, her lips in a playful smirk mixed with the saliva hanging from her lower lip to her chin. She looked so innocent but there was a nymphomaniac inside of her, she loved being naughty and dirty and the fact that Robert did want her too be like that only made it better. If Sophia could she would have fucked her life away but the norms of society had stopped her up until now. He pulled her up so that he sat in the seat and she sat in his lap with her legs at either side of him. It was not comfortable but her young agile body had no trouble ignoring it, compared to for example Mrs. Tanner who was way too old for these types of positions as it would hurt her aging body. Sophia softly moved her hips along with his, a gentle circle motion as she felt his big hard cock slide over her opening. She had one hand at the back of his head for balance, the other was caressing his cheek. Her eyes never left his and their faces were so close that he could feel her breathing against his lips as he thrusted his hips against her. His hand on her ass, gripping it hard and tightly, reminded her of his roughness and manliness. Cum inside me with your Big Fat Cock! she said teasingly while putting pressure on the last three words. At the same time as she said this, her hand on his cheek moved so that the thumb gently rubbed over his lips as she felt and followed the curves of his mouth. Fill my pussy with your hot cum like the whore I am! she continued, wanting him inside of her. The two of them were both almost fully clothed, talking dirty to each other in the back of a car and there was no question about it ending with him finishing inside of her. Sophia didn't take any pills and she knew she shouldn't do this but it all felt so right, how could she turn down what he told her? He talked to her with such confidence he didn't ask her, he just told her what would happen. There was of course a risk for Sophia to get pregnant with someone who could never go out with being the father and it scared her but once more the fear only hightened her passion.
Thread: Emma Watson - The Gameshow Contestant (RoleplayMaster x ChrisGabriel)

Curtis' fingers rattled along his desk as he waited for his next patient. It was amazing to him, surreal even, knowing that he would be the therapist to the one and only Emma Watson. He had been watching her on the news the last few weeks, crumbling under the pressure from her various rough roles recently, as well as those that believed in male supremacy threatening her for her feminist beliefs. So while it was no surprise that she needed a therapist, it was definitely a shocker when it was he that received the call from her agent. So now, he was waiting for Emma to arrive. Thankfully, she was only two minutes late when she walked in, shaking his hand as he told her to take a seat. The room she walked into was of a fairly usual size for an office. It had a large desk with two seats for guests to sit at. Behind the desk hung diplomas and awards that he had received, which would solidify his experience and expertise to potential clients. Behind the guests's chairs was a stereotypical therapist's lounge for clients, and a massage table was laid out. Miss Watson, it's a pleasure to meet you. Now, as you have apparently been told by whoever recommended me, my methods are very different to most. I focus on ensuring patients begin and finish my session with a feeling of relief, becoming stress-free, or at least less stressed. The average success rate of a client's positive progress from a therapist is about 62.7. My success rate is 99.7. That slight notch was only due to an elderly client passing away before we got too far. The therapist explained, sounding sad. Because of my success rate, I take a no-nonsense approach to my therapy. If I ask you to do something in my session, you will do it. If I ask you to perform an exercise outside of the therapy, you will do it. Does that sound alright? I promise that I can be friendly, and will be in a few moments, but we needed to get that out of the way... now... I would like you to strip and lay on your stomach on the massage table. I use massage as a relaxant, while I get you to talk about your issues.
Thread: Emma Watson - The Gameshow Contestant (RoleplayMaster x ChrisGabriel)

Emma was silent as he spoke to her, taking in the information he relayed to her, as well as the many accomplishments he presented behind him. The initial manipulations seemed to have worked, because after a few silent moments, the young celebrity stood, and began to strip. To seem professional, Curtis turned his back to her, letting her strip down. Once you are completely naked, I would like you to lay down on the table. Put your head in the hole bit there, and relax your arms by your sides. Was the instruction given. Once he was told she was in position, Curtis grabbed the massage oil and turned around, eyeing the naked woman. She had a very nice body, and he could feel himself harden in his pants. Today would not be the day he'd take advantage of her sexually, at least not with penetration, but he hoped that day would come soon. Squirting oil onto her back, she would find the massage to be firm and strong, yet also relaxing and comforting. With the loneliness she had over the Christmas break, his hands would make her feel wanted, which was yet another layer to his manipulations. So tell me. Why do we have this appointment? What issues haunt you enough to require professional assistance? he asked, his hands moving down from her shoulders to her lower back, then back up, and then down her arms. Below the table, right in Emma's eyeline, was an open magazine with the intention of having something for the client to read during this relaxation period. The magazine page that was open was talking about a new gameshow coming to the States soon. The article explained the somewhat questionable standards it has for their contestants, as well as the money and recognition a person could get for joining such a show.
Thread: Emma Watson - The Gameshow Contestant (RoleplayMaster x ChrisGabriel)

Only the second time the therapist mentioned getting fully naked got Emma hesitantly reaching for her bra, not seeing if he turned around, just hearing it in the sound of his voice. Getting off the final garments, she hurriedly laid down, thankfully hiding her face in the breathing hole. But she was far from calm or relaxed, not even with her trying to do some breathzing exercises and slip into meditation. But the massage helped her gradually relax and calm, she even got her face smiling a little with peace. I realised that people are still seeing me as my first role... And while I tried to break out in other roles, they somehow still see this first character of Hermione play-acting instead of me... she started, maybe sounding a little childish, but hinting that as she was choosen for just that as her first role, then her whole carreer was built up on it, she indeed was Hermione. No substitutes. As she was thinking how to tell the other problems, her eyes opened and closed, and wandered over the letters in the open magazine too, not intending to read it or interested in it - then. Also... with these new roles came both the stress and new nominations, even awards... both too much for a girl just growing up. I never had proper teenager years, you know, and sometimes feel like I am still a child... At least emotionally. I am intelligent, brave...and took up roles of being the Goodwill ambassador and a Feminist, just like Hermione had chosen something to fight for. There are too much similarities that some days I catch myself looking for the script for my own life... Getting more relaxed and delving deeper into her own mind and feelings, she was lost in thoughts - but her eyes focused on something before and under her. I have nightmares, sometime. Usually about my new roles, not doing them, but living as them. she was not ready to tell that some of these nightmares was leaving her wet and horny.
Thread: Emma Watson - The Gameshow Contestant (RoleplayMaster x ChrisGabriel)

The massage Emma was getting was safe for now. He would eventually and gradually make it sexual, but for now, he simply rubbed her back and shoulders, then along her arms. On occasion she would see his body moved closer to her head, giving her an eyeful of the bulge in his pants. He was not hard, it was just a large package. Her issues intrigued him, mostly in the sense of wondering how he could change her and manipulate her for his own desires. So... as a summary, you played a role for basically a third of your life, but you want to be recognised by others for more than that role. Additionally, the recognition you received for your various roles, and the awards associated, were damaging to your growth from child to adulthood. Finally, you're having nightmares about living as the roles you take in films. Am I correct? He asked, removing his hands from her and walking off to the corner of the room to grab something. As Curtis returned, she would feel his gentle hands on her legs, lifting and spreading them slowly and leaving about forty five degrees of separation. If she wondered why, Emma would soon feel a small, triangular shaped cushion in between her legs, preventing her from shutting them. Please don't move, the cushion is there to ensure your legs don't close in. It helps me in the removal of the stress build up in your legs, which is very strong. What he failed to mention is that the cushion, which happened to be pressing against her pussy tightly, was vibrating very gently. Now... let's see. He mumbled softly as he lifted one foot up bending her leg so the knee remained on the table and massaging it gently. Her other foot lightly rested against a curious bulge feeling, which may or may not be his penis. What do these nightmares entail? Can you ever control your nightmares or are you always forced to follow a bad path? He asked, his thumbs digging deep into the base of her foot, probing and massaging in a very pleasurable manner. He had an idea on how to manipulate her a bit, at least short term, which would work off of a placebo effect.
Thread: Emma Watson - The Gameshow Contestant (RoleplayMaster x ChrisGabriel)

While she had seen the therapist's bulge from the corner of her eyes, Emma did not realised it. Concentrating on hearing his recap, she left her eyes wander over the article left open before her. Think so... But my nightmares is more about living in a world where my roles are. Sometimes even waking up and recognising signs of them in the real world. Maybe that is why I am so good at what I am doing. And that is also a problem. Being too good, or just too recognised and accomplished too much, others feel inadequate. She was thinking how to say it from her viewing angle, while she squirmed as her legs was blocked open. Then she froze as he got one in hand, and she felt the other touching something on the side... and it was slightly warm, and while squishy, still hard, like flesh... And her naked pussy was twitching. Blushing again, she tried to move, but... but moving her legs just made the contact worse and her naked reddish bush pressing against the triangular pillow, making her start to get aroused. So, she gripped the sides of the massage bed instead, and tried to meditate the sensations as unimportant, to shake off the starting arousal, and concentrate on her words. I just live in the world, sometimes not even as the character I portrayed, but myself... other times it is a caricature of the story, or just a bad end... While I started to work through the nightmares, it is still leaving me stressed, and with some other issues, I did not had enough time to yoga and meditate them away. But now I am taking a sabbatical from studying, filmmaking, and only has my Goodwill Ambassador thing to do, with this so called feminist book-club I do... Which is really nothing more than finding and sharing some literature. After all, I am an English Lit. Major... she was more comfortable speaking about her choosen and finished higher education than dwelving into those dreams... The massage and situation calling on her arousal making her recall the ones that makes her keep blushing... and unable to shake off the arousal. The vibrating pillow pressing against her labia not helping any, but she only recognises it unconsciously, resting against it with a move of her hips.
Thread: Emma Watson - The Gameshow Contestant (RoleplayMaster x ChrisGabriel)

When Curtis finished with one foot, he moved onto the other, oiling it up and working through her muscles before allowing his hands to climb up her legs. It would not be long until the entire back half of her body would be covered in oil, and then it would be time for her to flip over. I will now ask you some personal questions, which I would like you to answer. These are all relevant, and we are both adults, so do not be shy in answering. I am a professional, so I need to know these things to help you improve... Now... How often do you orgasm? The orgasm can take place either with another person or a solo venture. How often do you have sex? How often do you masturbate? And do you commonly have sex or masturbate without reaching orgasm? He was growing hard as he began asking this sexual line of questioning, but thankfully it wasn't too obvious. As he asked, his hands were finishing the massage with her ass, rubbing and squeezing the skin. On occasion, his hand would dip in between her ass cheeks, and rub against her hole. Before she would have the chance to complain though, his hand would be removed, pulling away the triangular cushion which was beginning to become wet from her arousal. Miss Watson, can you please turn over? He requested, a friendly smile on his face. For the feeling of stress you have, when looking at your fans, co-workers, employers, and so on, my idea would be to humanise yourself in some way. You are currently doing all of these grand gestures in order to seem like a good human being starring in popular film, advocating for female rights, and so on. Do some sort of act that does not directly relate to your fame. While I cannot suggest any specific thing, as this needs to be your idea, I would suggest not donating to charity. Well, you can, just not with the money you earn with being an actress. The fact that you have heaps of money, especially thanks to the recognition you receive from your various awards, could be alienating those that idolise you. If you want to donate to charity, you need to earn it the hard way, and be visible to the public so they know how you're earning it. He explained, turned away for Emma's modesty while he awaited her to turn over and say it was safe. His small speech on humanising herself was done with the intent of bringing that game show back into her frame of thought. She had just spent ten minutes reading about the making money and making a name for yourself, and now she was being told that was something she may need to do.
Thread: Emma Watson - The Gameshow Contestant (RoleplayMaster x ChrisGabriel)

The full of nerves actress and modell - and feminist, and goodwill ambassador - started to feel thawed out slowly. Warmed from all the blushing, helepd to relax by the massage, and still self-consciously fretting over being naked in her mind. No surprise she was startled by the very personal, and even more sexual questions. But Emma was in just the right state to tense, without even thinking about not answering. After all, she was at a therapist, even if it felt like he was more hands on than she first thought. Contrary to popular belief, I am not a virgin, but also not having sex all the time. Usually I reach orgasm, when I work for it. Had sex... counting the times with another person... maybe last year... or before that, as now we are in Januar. How often? That is hard to tell, maybe from every day to bi-monthly, once a week in avarage. So maybe just as much as many nominations I had for some kind of award. Around half hundred times up till now. she sighed, and tried to save some face But it was with my that time steady boyfriend, and we was both adults! while she had done some experiementing before that or after it, those did not counted as full blown sex in her mind... And I do masturbate, thank you very much, and thought it was necessery to reach orgasm before I advanced enough in Yoga and meditation. There was times when I had done it repeatedly, and times when not at all. If you want an avarage, then I think I can say, I do it weekly.... These times I only reach orgasm when I want, but I think I am not really in the mood any more... more than once a month in avarage. Emma's head was swimming with the math and the subject, only realising that she was now practically aroused when he asked her to turn over. There was the blush again, but disappearing much faster than before. When she finished turning over - in the other direction than he stood - Emma's face looked serene and her eyes was closed. Trying to close out her surroundings, she tried to concentrate only on his voice, and forget about laying there naked, with erect nipples and warmed up pussy. Okay... she said, then tried to understand her therapist. So, you say that it had to be personal, as in me doing it for them, and not the great actress... Not sure they would see mee otherwise. Even if I start working in a free kitchen, or personally be there for those poor, abused women... The public, and even the ones I want to help would only see Hermione... I mean, Me, but as the sum of my roles, not me, as the person. She knew it was really not that different unfortunately, as she already realized. I need some time to even know myself, so, taking a break and going soul-searching this year sounded right. The reading did not really emerged from her subconscious, as she was considering doing what he asked without focusing on the money.