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Thread: Possessive Compulsive (Ziyi & Aquarion)

Captain Aizen was in his office doing the usual paper work that had to be done because there was a fight between one of his subordinates and the 11th Division member. He had to write down why both of them were fighting in the first place and it was hard because he was not even at the scene of the fight. Even though that Captain Kenpachi was there and did not bother to stop the fight he was not good when it came to paper work. Aizen was not happy and he needed to have some form of release. As he sat there looking at his door he felt Gins spiritual pressure and thought about having some fun with him. When Gin came passed his office Aizen told him to come in and shut the door so they could talk for a little bit. But what Aizen was thinking about was not anywhere close to a talk. Aizen was looking at Gin as though he was ready to cut his head off. Aizen always had a plain straight face when he walked around the Soul Society, but when he was with Gin he had a real expression on his face. Most of the time it was not a good one and it meant trouble for Gin. So what are you about to go do Gin? Aizen asked with a smooth and calm voice to him. Aizen got up and walked over to him and started to rub on his face as gentle as he could without scaring him.
Thread: Possessive Compulsive (Ziyi & Aquarion)

Blast. It didn't look like he was going to be able to get away without greeting Aizen. Gin entered when Aizen told him to come in so they could talk for a bit, wondering what was on the other shinigami's mind that involved him. More about his planning regarding Soul Society? His typical smile was plastered over his face, eyes narrowed into slits as he tilted his head to the side, waiting for Aizen to speak since he obviously wanted to bring something up. Inwardly he was somewhat nervous due to the way Aizen was looking at him but outwardly it did not show at all. Oh nothin' in particula'. I just thought I might go train with Shinsou fer a bit. Did ya need me fer somethin' Aizen? Gin inquired with an arched brow. He didn't really want to do anything with Aizen at the moment but he didn't dare refuse him either. Not when he was like this. He could tell Aizen was teetering on the edge at the moment and now was not a good time to fool around even though he was dying to give in to his usual nature. Gin was surprised when Aizen went over to him and started to rub his face in a gentle manner. His body stiffened a bit, expecting the other man to hurt him but so far Aizen was being fairly nice and he didn't understand it. Aizen had never touched him like this before. Well, he had but the touch had always turned into a blow. So maybe that was what he was doing. Perhaps he wanted Gin to relax and once he had, Ichimaru would be subject to another harsh blow.
Thread: Possessive Compulsive (Ziyi & Aquarion)

Aizen noticed that Gin was not comfortable when they were near each other. Rubbing his face Aizen started to get just a little aroused by the thought of Gin. Gin was like the only person that was able to calm Aizen down, that was the only reason why Aizen kept him around for so long. When Gin seemed uncomfortable it was Aizens job to make sure Gin did not get to uncomfortable. When Gin got to uneven he can get just a little edge and kill somebody as he did before. Aizen moves to the back of his lieutenant and starts to rub on his chest in a warming way. When he does that to Gin it means that he was ready to get some dick from him, but he only got dick when he was done fucking him. Looking at Gin sometimes made him so hard that he was going to rape him right there in front of everyone. Being Aizens sex slave was the price of living after killing the other Shinigami. Aizen has been using his services almost every other day just so he did not get the urge to kill someone. Moving his hand down just a little bit more down to his dick, Aizen starts to rub him so he could get in the mood as well. He was in a very good mood because he would have hurt him by now just for the hell of it. Just because he was not hitting him does not mean that he will not do something later while he pleasured him. As he rubbed Gin he picks him up and moves him to a couch that was to the left of his desk. Taking his head and moving it to where he was able to get a clear shot at his neck and starts to suck on it.
Thread: Possessive Compulsive (Ziyi & Aquarion)

There was only so much he could take as Aizen continued to rub his face and soon Gin yanked his head away from the other. Surely ya kin think of somethin' betta than rubbin' my face. He said lightly, hoping he hadn't just made Aizen mad but he couldn't stand it when the other shinigami rubbed him like that, it felt strange and he didn't like the intimacy. Indeed, he was well aware that he happened to be the only one who could calm Aizen down and sometimes he hated that whereas other times he didn't mind at all. Ichimaru had to force himself not to turn or take a step away when Aizen disappeared behind him and he stiffened when he felt the shinigami's arm curl around him. His smile was still present but it had dropped a bit, he disliked being touched by anyone, including Aizen but had to put up with it because he was somewhat frightened as to what Aizen might do if he didn't allow him to touch him. When the man moved his hand down to rub his cock, Gin realized the captain wanted to use his body again and he grimaced inwardly, outwardly his smile remained fixed on his face, letting no one know how he was really feeling inside. It was why he kept the smile on his face after all because he didn't want anyone to realize what he was feeling or thinking. He had to force himself not to resist as Aizen picked him up and brought him over to the couch which was located near the desk. All too soon, he felt his body respond to Aizen's touch and his cock grew harder beneath Aizen's talented fingers causing Gin's body to arch up into the captain's hands. Ichimaru's hands clenched the cushions beneath him so he wouldn't annoy Aizen by clawing his back and gritted his teeth as he tried to contain his arousal. He didn't want to be aroused by this, he wanted Aizen to take him and then let him go so he could forget about what happened here in this room. Gin hated being used when he didn't want it but he had no choice when it came to Aizen. It wasn't that he feared having the others in Soul Society find out he had killed another shinigami, it was more that he was afraid of what Aizen would do to him if he fought back. At the current moment, Ichimaru did not have enough strength or power to fight against Aizen so it would be suicide to resist him and end up getting killed as a result. Therefore, he had no choice but to obey. Gin's body trembled under Aizen's as the other man forced his head up and to the side as he started to suck on his neck, leaving visible marks behind which Ichimaru would have a hard time covering up. The lieutenant told himself that he wasn't enjoying it when he responded to Aizen's touches, he told himself that he wasn't enjoying it when he came after a session with Aizen. He told himself he wasn't enjoying it but deep inside he knew he lied.
Thread: Paying the Bills (open to anything)

College...is expensive. That was the first thing I learned when I went away to school. I had taken out a shit ton of loans and I was still having trouble making enough to even eat on. Sighing softly my hazel shaded eyes hit the maroon colored carpet and I felt naked. I pretty much was except for the sexy little corset that not only pushed up my breasts quite a bit, but felt like it was suffocating me. the skirt I was wearing was hardly a skirt or any material at all and the black thong underneath was nothing either. I looked sullen, but what else could you expect? Finals were finally over and I didn't get a break at all. It was straight to working...yes...I was trading sexual favors for cash to live on. aka, prostitution. I hate that word, but what else could I do? Work fastfood? Tried it. All i did was get hit on and sexually harrassed anywhere I went, so why not just be a hooker or a stripper? They make good money so...here I am. I'm a bit more...unusual though. You see, I can be 'bought', ugh I hate that, for more than one night at a time as long as I'm getting paid. It's not so bad, my clients are well screened, by me. I'm smart believe it or not, I do checks and for the entire christmas break? Well I've been purchased as a slave pretty much. I'll do anything and everything he wants...but I'm getting paid insanely for it. He's some big wig, rich guy, so hopefully it's worth the amount he's paying. Still, I felt just as disgusting as always sitting in that motel room. I couldn't go straight to his house, mainly because he wanted a test run before he committed to anything...gotta respect the man's caution. Running a hand through my auburn hair, I shift a little, wondering what he'd think about caramel. Some guys were turned off by my almost milky chocolate skin tone, others found it extremely hot no matter what. Softball and soccer had finally done me a favor, I would say I'm pretty toned and flexible. Checking the time I hummed softly to myself and glanced at my 36 D cup and then back to the clock. He would be arriving soon, but it was hard to say if he'd want to go straight to fucking or if he had something else in mind... -------- This topics open for absolutely anything. It could be some monstertentacle thing that 'bought her or a normal guy or even her father or brother. I'm pretty open to everything right now. I'd just like to rp some and release some pent up sexual tension. Anyone interested?
Thread: Paying the Bills (open to anything)

I always hated Christmas time. Everyone everywhere was in good cheer and hyped up, Running here and there buying lavish gifts for those they loved. But what if like me you had no one to share it with, No one who loved you for who you are, only for what you could do for them. Money, most people craved it, thought it could bring you everything. I had money, I was born into it. And true I could buy almost anything, Anything except the one thing everyone truly desired. After 35 years and a string of companions each of which would have happily married my bank balance I had finally given up on women. I had come to the conclusion that if women wanted money so much I would give it to them, but they would earn every penny of it. So my gift to myself this year was a young nubile collage student, almost half my age. She was so desperate for money that she had agreed to sell herself to me for the duration of the holidays. She would submit to my will, Allow me to use her youthful body in any way I deemed appropriate in return for a her fee. I pulled into the parking lot of the run down motel and glanced around at the seedy establishment before climbing out of the car. Approaching the designated room I did not bother to knock, instead I simply pushed the door open and entered the room my eyes instantly drawn to the young women in question. She stood in the centre of the room, Somewhat startled by my sudden intrusion. Crossing the floor I throw myself down on the threadbare couch and stared at her. My eyes slowly roaming up and down her young body. Taking in every detail, every curve. She had dressed exactly as I had instructed, the corset pushing her breasts up high on her chest, The skirt barley covered her crotch, But it was her skin that truly captivated me, neither black nor white, a rich caramel colour and I knew their and than that I wanted to see more of it. I sprawled back into the couch, my eyes never leaving her as I let the tension between us build, the silence within the room growing more and more uncomfortable as each second passed. Neither of us spoke, I could feel her eyes on me, sizing me up. At 35 and 62 I was an imposing figure, I had a build most men would be proud of, My dark hair had just a hint of grey creeping into it. Glancing at the clock I noted that I had been sitting her for almost quarter of an hour and neither of us had moved so much as a muscle, You could cut the tension within the room with a knife when I finally spoke and broke the silence. Lift your skirt.
Thread: Paying the Bills (open to anything)

The sound of the door flinging open nearly made me jump out of my skin. I at least expected a knock, it could have been anyone barging in. But when my eyes landed on his figure, I knew it was him. I had looked him up on google, it was amazingly frightening what you could find on the internet, so I knew his face. He was much more handsome than his picture was, but that was probably due to pixels. Being an art and digital student, I was a bit of a nerd when it came to technology but it was something I hid when I worked. I played whatever role I was asked, most of them consisted of the dumb blonde routine, even though my reddish brunette hair was nothing close to the rays of sunlight some girls had for hair. I was completely frozen to the spot I had been pacing. He really hadn't given many instructions for the meeting. Just that I dress in the corset and look...well nice. Not that I didn't clean myself or anything. Most guys just thought of prostitutes as dirty whores, but I've always taken pride in my appearance. If you saw me on the street I wasn't immediately pegged for a sexual deviant, or at least I hoped so. I rarely wear make up, even now only a hint graced my eyelashes and cheeks. There was a soft hint of red to my lips as well, but other than that, I was all natural. I shaved everything but my auburn locks and I was checked after every job. It costed me, but I put aside money for that. It was important I was clean and I was. I watched him on the couch, chewing my lip slightly as he watched me. It was...uncomfortable to say the least. I could feel his eyes exploring every part of me, they were practically burning into my skin. I wanted to twitch, to squirm, but I felt frozen in place and not a muscle moved. I had researched this wealthy and handsome man as much as I could, but that didn't mean he wasn't the hitting type. I'd dealt with one or two of those...and it always ended badly each time. Being as proud as I am...I didn't quite put up with it like I probably should have. Mentally I cringed at the thought of that night and prayed that this lonely man wouldn't feel the need to smack me around. I wasn't about to given him a reason to. Not yet anyways. He was fit looking, very fit, so it wouldn't be hard for him to overpower me anyways. Glancing to the floor, I could hear my heartbeat racing. How long had I been standing there? Lift your skirt His words were demanding, but I was surprisingly relieved when he spoke. I felt as if I was suffocating from the silence. Nodding, I didn't speak but reached down, curling my slender fingers around the cloth of my skirt and lifted it, revealing the black thong that concealed my neatly shaven womanhood. I felt so tiny compared to him, even with him lounging on the couch. I was what? 5'4? 5'5? and he was at least 6'2. I stood still, still not speaking and waiting for his next direction. The air was thick though and I didn't know how much longer I could stand it.
Thread: Paying the Bills (open to anything)

I watched as her fingers curled around the hem of her skirt and slowly lifted it, My eyes were drawn to the skimpy piece of fabric that barely concealed her sex from my eyes. I noted a slight tremble in her thighs as the strain of standing still began to tell on her, but I was not ready to let her move just yet. Slowly I pushed myself up from the couch and crossed the room towards her, circling her, as I let my eyes roam over her from every angle. She was a little thing her head barely coming up to my shoulders, had I wanted to I would have no problem throwing her down and ravishing her body to my hearts content. Stopping in front of her I smiled as she stared straight ahead her eyes level with my chest. I reached out with one hand and run a finger over the silky fabric of her thong, the single digit tracing the path of her slit through he skimpy material. This is clean I whispered as I rubbed her pussy When did you have your last client I added as my finger moved up and brushed against her clit.
Thread: Paying the Bills (open to anything)

Part of me couldn't understand why a man that looked...like him would be buying a girl for the holidays. He had a strong face, his jaw was defined with the handsomeness of a greek god. Well, maybe I'm exaggerating a bit, but compared to the other men he was an Adonis. He was still extremely good looking, so why was he here with me, rather than having a joyous night with a much more worthy companion? Working always made me feel like shit, but it wasn't something I could show. I had to remain confident, though I was having trouble retaining my usually falsely proud stature. I felt small and judged as he continued to look me over but as he grew closer, I stood straighter as if it would make me taller. I wasn't going to let myself be too intimidated, I couldn't could I? Lifting my chin I stood facing straight ahead, almost like a soldier waiting for her drill sargent. The material of the skirt was still grasped in my fingers as I still attempted to regain some sort of confidence. I couldn't help trembling a little as he touched me. I was half expecting to be tossed like a ragdoll on the bed or couch, but there was only one teasing finger that traced the length of my thong. My eyes stayed open, though I wanted to close them. The contact was enough to awaken a quiet hunger in my core, just light enough to arose me senses in more than one way. This is clean When did you have your last client I fought the urge to twitch, though a soft gasp escaped my lips as his finger brushed the area of my clit. Last month...I've been checked...I keep myself more than presentable, I replied biting my lip. The last client had paid me enough to last a month before I had to start searching for potential clients again. Being fresh out of high school and as flexible in my activities as I was, I only went for high paying clients. I did whatever, whenever as long as they paid me well. It bought my silence for the higher class too, but I tried to ignore it all and get it done as fast as possible. This though...this was the entire Christmas break. Still, I needed the money for next semester's tuition, not to mention food and board expenses. I was willing and desperate for whatever I could get at the moment.
Thread: Paying the Bills (open to anything)

I smiled as I heard her soft gasp and focused my attention of rubbing my finger across her sensitive nub as I listened to her response. A smile spread across my face at her words, I've been checked those three words set her apart from the common whore who rolled from bed to bed with no regard to what she may be carrying. Excellent I muttered as my finger left her clit and dipped beneath waist band of her thong caressing the smooth skin of her shaved mound. I would expect nothing less for what I am paying Slowly my finger delved down between her thighs probing her sex, The palm of my hand cupping her mound and I wormed the finger inside her, feeling the first hint of moisture seeping through the walls of her passage. I stepped back extracting my hand from within her panties Youll do I muttered as I returned to the couch and reached into the pocket of my jacket and pulled out a large brown envelope, tossing it down on the floor in front of her I smiled That is your deposit, You will get the rest when you have earned it. I glanced at the bed, but dismissed it. God knows how many whores had used that bed. If you have anything you wish to bring with you grab it know, otherwise lets go I muttered as I got to my feet and wrenched the door open. I did not wait stepping across the threshold and into he lot leaving the door wide open as I exited.
Thread: Paying the Bills (open to anything)

A smile lingered on his lips at my gasp and I felt a tinge of heat pass over my eyes. It was an unsettling smile and I instantly knew he'd be one of 'those'. If he wasn't a hitter, he was at the very least one of those men that wanted you to beg. He would expect me to surrender completely and would enjoy making me submit to him, especially if he realized how proud of a person I can be outside of paying bills. Most guys at school would call me a bit...frigid when it comes to sexual nature. I'm outgoing and friendly enough on other terms, but most guys at school simply get pissed because I don't put out easily. Sex became strictly business upon entering college for me. It's a job and even in this profession it wasn't smart to mix business and pleasure. Excellent I would expect nothing less for what I am paying I almost let myself roll my eyes, but I stopped myself. I needed to play this out until I at least got back to his place. Inhaling deeply his finger slid into me with little effort. I'd gone a month without any sort of contact, masturbating had lost its appeal ages ago, so I wasn't exactly loose. I was no virgin, sure, but I considered myself rather tight from working out and avoiding penetration of any sort until now. I was getting wet, it was something that always happened fairly quick due to my sensitive nature. My heart began to race but the feeling of his finger was gone as fast at it had come. Youll do That is your deposit, You will get the rest when you have earned it His smile was still a little coy, but I nodded and dismissed it. He was a bit condescending, but so far I had nothing to complain about so I nodded. If you have anything you wish to bring with you grab it know, otherwise lets go As his back turned, I dropped my skirt and adjusted myself before grabbing the envelop. Opening it, I flicked through it quickly and then grabbed my jacket. All I had was an ID and a cell with me, just incase I got into a sticky situation...no pun intended...that I didn't like. I wasn't going to like this stay regardless, but I meant it in a life threatening way. I shuffled to follow him as I pulled the thick jacket around me. It was freezing outside and the outfit he had me in wasn't helping at all. At least I'd brought a jacket. The breeze caught my hair, causing some locks to fall in my eyes, but I ignored it, just as I ignored the filthy lot of the motel. I was glad he'd decided not to take me on that god awful bed. It looked like there were bloodstains on it. The high heels on my feet clicked and clacked as I followed behind him, not saying a word. I wasn't about to do much talking. Again, this was business. Maybe later if I got comfortable enough with him and him with me, there could be some friendly chatter, but for now it was the 'be seen not heard' game for me.