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Thread: Manipulation (VersatileMalePlayer/AmeliaRP)

Let me go and put some water in it for you. I should have filled it before you moved in. Mark would have left her after he had given her the copy of the tenancy agreement only something was stopping him. He felt drawn to the student as if there was a secret chemistry between them. They were both at home alone so they could offer each other some company. He was aware that teenagers were much more pessimissive than when he was her age. Perhaps they could offer each other other comforts too. Wendy seemed so amenable and he believed that it could be easily possible. Give it to me and I'll popped downstairs. I'll be back in just a moment. As he went to take the kettle from her, the bearded 54 year old put his hand on her shoulder causing one of the strap of her bra to drop onto her upper arm. It allowed him to see more of her cleavage not that her breasts were that large. In fact they were quite small and looked asthough they needed regular massage to make them grow and ripen. Using one hand, he delicately picked up the Lycra material and put the twine back from where it had fallen. I hope you don't mind, I was just putting it back for you His sudden vision was of asking her if she didn't object to him fucking her. How much he would like her to pose nude for a sculpture. He hadn't seen her yet without any clothes on but it did not prevent him from imagining her as nature intended. His creative mind had already pictured how she would look in a state of high sexual excitement, her heavy breathing and crying out for much more. Mark had yet to decide on whether it would first happen in her bed, his own or somewhere more licentious like in the shower or over a table.. Could it even happen as quickly as that night, he wondered. Sorry I'm not moving very quickly. It was proving so difficult from him to let her out of his sight but eventually he made it to her door and vanished with the kettle in his hand.
Thread: Manipulation (VersatileMalePlayer/AmeliaRP)

It was with some relief she felt when the owner of the house finally went out of her room even if it was only temporarily. Never had she endured such a sex-laden air before if that was what it was. At least it gave her a breathing space, however brief, as well as an opportunity she had been waiting for to put some more clothes on. The mental stress had been so overwhelming for her. Panic had been set in. Quickly the freshman student rummaged through her suit case open on her bed. She was desperately searching for something casual to wear that would protect her modesty. She found a light blue tracksuit that seemed suitable, which had ' Lazy ' emblazoned on the front. It might be rather warm but it would be something she could sleep in if necessary, she thought. Her heart was racing as she took her bralette off but kept her panties on, while putting the sweat pants and top on. If truth be told, there was no reason for her to rush as Mark was watching her on the monitor in his room from a tiny wireless pinhole spy camera he had planted in her bedroom. The extra time Mark appeared to be taking allowed her quickly try to clean up her room a bit. As if on cue, he returned without bothering to knock again just as Wendy was attempting to lift her suitcase up and put it out of the way on top of the tall wardrobe. Standing on her bed, she turned her head and looked startled towards him. Can you just give me a hand. I can't quite lift it high enough.
Thread: Manipulation (VersatileMalePlayer/AmeliaRP)

Hold it. Hold on. Just a moment. I'll get it. Mark entered her room after watching her on the planted cam. He had installed it more as security rather than spying on his first tenant but it was proving more useful than he originally thought. He had been about to see her sweet cinnamon coloured nipples when she had changed unaware that he had been watching. As soon as he put the kettle down, he stood beside her bed and reached up to put a hand on her back to give her some support. Is your arm still not long enough? How about this. The owner of the house stretched his arm up further as his hand disappeared under her top. If he had not known before, he could feel from her bare back that she had not bra or anything else on underneath. Her skin felt soft and delicate. The teen seemed so helpless in his hands, he thought. Together they eventually yo put her case on top of the wardrobe. It's a good place to put it as it will be out of the way. Using his one arm that was still on her bare back, Mark took her weight as well as the opportunity feel her breast when sliding her hand around to her front. Being so light, he was able to lift her down from her standing position on the bed. Surprisingly she did not seem to protest, although perhaps he gave her little option. I think we forgot about making the coffee. Do you prefer to do it?
Thread: Manipulation (VersatileMalePlayer/AmeliaRP)

A hand he did gave her and took full advantage of her. Yet he didn't think anything of it. It was as though he was entitled to feel her small boobs just whenever he liked. His fingers though felt much nicer than when she touched herself. Her breasts always seemed like deflated balloons when she played with them, pliable but lacking sensitivity. It was so different when the owner of the house mauled them. I should have made some before for you. It's my fault. When he finally removed his hand from inside her top, Wendy pulled it back down though it did not quite reach the waistband of her jogger pants. The tracksuit was quite an old one and was a bit small for her as she had it so long. But they were very soft with a fleeced lining that felt nice. Her only issue with it though was that it tended to become very warm after wearing it for a while but that was useful when it was cold. After an initial shock, the 18 year old student was a little more relaxed towards her landlord. After all it may have been a good deal renting the room. I hope instant coffee is okay for you. Be careful though it is a little hot. She handed one of the only two mugs she owned to the man, who had made himself comfortable sitting cross ways on her bed with his back propped up against the wall. At least he had no shoes on to mark her blankets. Are you sure you don't need me to pay any money in advance? I think the bank will loan me enough if I ask them. So far he had been very trusting towards her, not insisting upon her to give him any cash up front. He had also been vague about how much he would charge her, simply telling her it would be a lot less than if she was sharing a room on campus. First he said that Wendy should get comfortable and make sure she liked it.
Thread: Manipulation (VersatileMalePlayer/AmeliaRP)

Hot was just the way he liked it. As he took the mug of coffee from her, Mark no attempt to hide his raging erection that made such an obvious outline in his grey chinos he had on. It soon became clear that the zip on his flies was undone and that he appeared to be wearing nothing underneath. I think you look a little stressed. Come sit yourself. Relax. Stretch yourself out if you wish. He patted on top of the bed beside him for her to join him. You don't mind me keeping you company, do you? It's much better than being alone. She was so cute to him that he found it difficult to keep his hands off her. But she hadn't complained yet about him touching her. The landlord had no intention of having sex with his new tenant at least unless she didn't mind to. It would be up to her. Her thought she probably needed the experience and could be useful to her. It would help her become a complete woman, he thought. So tell me more about yourself. What do you like doing? What do you enjoy? I'm sure you like to talk about your hopes and ambitions. More than anything, Mark wanted the student to feel at home. To treat the place as her own. And for her to trust him as if he was her confidante, her guardian and her guide. He believed he could be so useful to her and was willing to spend as much times as she liked with her. He finished his drink and stood up to put it back on the tray beside the kettle. Turning around he hovered over her.
Thread: Sex by blackmail (with Foxy Lady)

Im concentrating on Miriams face she insists that I call her Miriam, not Mrs Walsh like we all have to at work. Its not a bad face for someone in their, what?, mid-50s. She was probably quite good looking when she was younger and not so fat. But its not the face that bothers me, its the expression on it. Is she smirking? No, its not that, not quite. For a moment I thought it might be pleasure, and it is a bit like that, but again not quite. Yes, thats it, I have it. Shes gloating. And no wonder, with her tits flopping off her chest and that belly spilling over the top of her thong. Yes, shes gloating that shes got me here, kneeling between her thighs. And waiting, waiting for what? She hasnt said yet. Should I take the initiative, like I would normally in this position? No, Im sure that is not what she wants, not yet anyway. Shes too busy enjoying the fact that she has got me here. Under her control.
Thread: Sex by blackmail (with Foxy Lady)

This is going to be good. Its been a long time since I had a man between my legs. Almost 15 years in fact, when my husband announced that he was trading me in for a younger model, his PA naturally. Shes moved on now, to a richer model. That put me right off men for a long time, until about three months ago I was sitting in my office one of those glass wall affairs that let me watch my staff and let them watch me watching them. They were laughing and giggling, obviously arranging to meet up for something after work, when it struck me that I had been like that once. One of the team, joining in, having fun. I was younger then, of course, but I was still big, always have been. Not that that put the guys off fat girls fuck, thats what I heard one of them say and he was right, at least this fat girl fucked. The only problem was that no one was going to let me join in. Who would want their boss with them after work? Then I saw my chance. I caught Matt fiddling his figures for his expenses. Not by much, but in our line of work integrity and trust are important. I could have sacked him on the spot and he knew that. I could tell by his face as soon as I told him I would give him a chance he knew right away that there would be a price to pay. And now, here he is, kneeling between my thighs, waiting to find out exactly what that price will be. Itll do both of us good to wait. Hell learn who is in control here. And I can savour the thought of whats to come. This is just the start, naturally. He neednt think that there wont be more of these visits. Hes a good looking guy. Black they were always my favourite. Ribbed I hadnt expected that. Thick cock but still flaccid so I dont know what sort of length hes packing. And thick lips, just what I need right now, thick and soft. Right, Matt, I tell him, time to stop staring and get started. Get down there and eat me out. Oral is my favourite bit of sex, the one thing my ex was actually good at. Ive used a vibrator, but its not the same as flesh and blood lips and tongue and teeth, so Im really looking forward to this.
Thread: Sex by blackmail (with Foxy Lady)

I take hold of her thong - pink, which isnt really my favourite colour, but good quality, nothing trashy and ease it over hips and down her thighs as I shuffle back down the bed. It exposes a bald cooch. Recently shaved there are still some nicks from the razor. As I bend over, I get a whiff of lavender shes taken the trouble to wash herself for me. Some women Ive been with arent so considerate. I always wash my cock, its the least I can do, and surely women should show us guys the same consideration. My mouth is dry, so I suck hard to get the saliva flowing and survey the view as she spreads her thighs wide for me, pulling her knees up. At least, I wouldnt have to play hunt the clitoris. Its like a thumb, protruding and, I swear, throbbing. With my tongue now moist, I bend down and, starting at the back of her slit, draw the tip of my tongue forwards, tracing the outline of the curls of her labia, working slowly towards that knob of pleasure, but stopping just before I reached it. As I retrace my steps, I raise my eyes and catch a look of disappointment on her face. It was just a flash, but she must have been tensed waiting for that first contact. Shes be desperate, of course, otherwise she wouldnt have had to get me here under threat of dismissal and possibly prosecution. How long was it, I wonder, since a man had laid between her legs? I work my way forwards again but pause before giving her clit just the merest flick with the tip of my tongue. She shudders, moans, and bucks her hips up towards my mouth, but I pull away and sit back on my heels. Just to let her know whos in control here. Oh shell get what she wants. I have no choice about that and I know it, but I can make her suffer along the way. And someone who is so desperate as she is, will be easy to torment.
Thread: Sex by blackmail (with Foxy Lady)

Matt is sitting back on his haunches, staring at me. His skill and subtlety took me by surprise. My chest is tight and heaving from the effort to breathe. My body is tensed and my fists clenched in anticipation but hes stopped. At first I think he is challenging me, telling me that is all I am going to get, daring me to report him to the Accounts Department and maybe even the police. But no, thats isnt right. Hes laughing at me, watching me suffer, knowing what effect he has had on me. Arrogant bastard. Thats the price for being good. I dont believe it, he is actually tormenting me. Ive forced him to come hear under threat of dismissal and worse and here he is actually teasing me, making me suffer and wait on his pleasure. Actually, I dont mind, so long as this doesnt go on for too long. If I were using my vibrator Id me rushing to climax and even if I tried to delay Id always know that I was in control. But with him I cant be sure when hell carry on. Just so long as he doesnt think he can make me beg for it. No way. No man is that good, not even him. Hes watching me chewing my lower lip and Im watching him watching me. My labia are tingling at the memory of his lips sliding along them. Now hes watching my left hand drift towards my crotch and Im still watching him watching me. Hes almost laughing, knowing how much I am suffering. Why do I wank with my left hand but use my right for my vibrator? Must think about that, but not know. Thinking about wanking is not good. Thinking about vibrating isnt good either. Trying to make myself stay calm, resist, hold out until he makes his move. Tempted to pretend to give up and just tell him to get the fuck out, but darent risk him actually going. I close my eyes and just lie back. See if hell take the bait. Let him think he is in control, although I still have the upper hand. wish I could see what he is doing. Hes certainly not going to fuck me, because his cock is still dangling. Wonder why that is. Hes too confident to be impotent. Shouldnt be thinking about cock, thick cock, long cock because I am sure his will be long, shouldnt get myself- Oooohhhhhhhhhhhh. Eyes fly open. Body arches as his tongue laps the full length of my crotch, pressing his tongue hard onto my clit. Oh fuck, oh shit and fuck.
Thread: Sex by blackmail (with Foxy Lady)

I hold her for as long as I dare, longer than I thought she would let me, but her reaction shows me the sort of woman she is, the sort of sexual animal I am dealing with. Shes prepared to delay her pleasure, almost savouring the torment that will heighten her eventual experience. Not what I expected. Desperate, certainly, no doubt about that. But determined to enjoy this experience to the maximum. My plan had been to get this over with as quickly as I decently could and get the hell out of here. But now, no, I am going to take my time playing this woman like a violin. It may even do me some good in the office. For a moment, just a moment, I think I read surrender in her face and expect her to order me order, not beg, because no way is this woman going to let me get control in that way to get on with the business in hand, but then she closed her eyes and lay back. Message received and understood she can wait as long as it takes. So I drop down again, lapping this time, broad strokes of my tongue from front to back, giving that thumb of a clit some pressure as I pass over it. Back and forth, tasting now her sharp cunt juices that are cutting through the lavender of her soap. I look up, her eyes are still shut, her mouth open, those huge melons vibrating as she chest heaves. Time for another surprise. Using the tip of my tongue now, pushing gently between her labia, flitting across her hole, stopping just short of that clit. Then, fast, no warning, a change. No more lips, no more tongue, no more soft and gentle. Deploy my teeth. Snap one, one quick bite on the head of her clit. Then eyes up quickly to see her reaction. Last edited Jan 17, 2019
Thread: Sex by blackmail (with Foxy Lady)

Matts tonguing my crotch is like the waves coming up the beach. Each long slow glide ends with a tantalising pause over my clit before the long slow retreat. Slow, rhythmic, hypnotising each pass sending a flurry of tingles as he brushes the nerves in my labia. Inexorably, this slow rhythm has its effect. My breath is coming faster and faster, making my tits vibrate as my chest rises and falls. I restrain myself from fondling them, wishing he would reach up to caress them or pinch my nipples. Im counting the second until he presses my button again, pushing up to meet his tongue, rubbing and pressing. This is going to be a long session, no doubt about that. But I dont mind, just going to lie back and let him take the strain. Aaarrrrggggghhhhhh!!! Shit and fuck, what the hell? I shoot upright, pain shooting through my clit, chest tight, fighting for breath. His teeth are clamped onto my clit, pulling at it, gnawing at it. God, is he going to make me cum already, just when I was ready for the long slow build up. Clit feels ready to burst. Buttocks clenching, thighs tighten around his head. Please, yes, make me cum, right now, blow my mind. Please, no, not yet, make it last, make it even better. In the end, I leave it to him. I trust him goodness knows why given that he is not to make a fine point here - untrustworthy and a thief. The more he chews the more intense the pain gets, pain on pain, pleasure on pain. I lie back, body braced for his next move - if theres going to be one.
Thread: Sex by blackmail (with Foxy Lady)

Im working this clit harder than Ive worked one before. Its huge, which makes it easier, more like a cock. I gnaw, nip, grate, and drag at it. Pulling hard with my teeth, almost lifting her off the bed. And all to a background of moans and groans as Miriam writhes, the harder I work it, the more she responds. In the end, my jaw is aching and I bathe it in my saliva, soothing the sore flesh. Time to move on. She hasnt given me permission, but she didnt tell me to work her clit, just to eat her out. Im happy to stay down here, because Im not getting hard. This woman isnt turning me on at all, and Im dreading the moment when I am expected to perform, because I cant see right now how that will ever happen. So I part her lips with my fingers and expose her cunt hole, tickling around it with my tongue, gliding across it, teasing her with the possibility that it may move inside. She pushes up into my face, but each time I pull away, building her tension and desperation. Until, finally, I press hard and insert my tongue, forcing in as fast as I can.
Thread: Question Weird questions about the "journals, apologies and absences" forum...

I really like the idea of keeping a journal. I've spent some time perusing other users journal threads for information and ideas, but I still have a lot of questions. One thing I've noticed is that the journals are open to comments from other users. I would want my journal to be more like a diary, and I'd rather other users not comment post on the thread. Is this even ok? Do I just post that in the title or thread somewhere like, don't comment ? I mean, is there a setting for this kind of view only thread? Can delete comments posts on the thread? I'm just not really sure if or how I should go about this... ? Help please? Thanks in advance.
Thread: Question Weird questions about the "journals, apologies and absences" forum...

You can absolutely add a do not postcomment here notice somewhere in your journal. You can note it in the thread title, somewhere in big bold letters in the first post, or both if you so desire. I don't believe there's a function allowing regular members to remove posts from threads they create, but from what I've seen people tend to respect your wishes if you request they don't post in your journal. Hope that helped.
Thread: Question Weird questions about the "journals, apologies and absences" forum...

Iridescence said You can absolutely add a do not postcomment here notice somewhere in your journal. You can note it in the thread title, somewhere in big bold letters in the first post, or both if you so desire. I don't believe there's a function allowing regular members to remove posts from threads they create, but from what I've seen people tend to respect your wishes if you request they don't post in your journal. Hope that helped. Click to expand... Ah! Ok, thanks, that does help! I really appreciate it!
Thread: Question Weird questions about the "journals, apologies and absences" forum...

The Goodman said Yeah, most people are very respectful of those types of warnings in the journal area. nods However, please do be careful about what you share online in a diary sense. It's a public forum that can be read by not only members of the forum but also any passersby who visit and view the site. Click to expand... Ok, that's great news. Oh, well thanks, I will
Thread: The City of Iron (Pathfinder)

Great read, and I am definitely interested. Could you explain what you mean by an E6 style cap?
Thread: The City of Iron (Pathfinder)

Thank you! I really appreciate it. So, E6 functions off of the old tabletop idea that based on what we see him do, Gandalf, in a high fantasy setting, was probably just a 5th level wizard. At a certain point after 6th, the game just stops being even remotely relateable. But the most powerful IRL human being could probably accomplish what a 6th level Fighter can in d20 stuff. So, E6 is a way to keep it low fantasy, keep it threatening, and keep it relateable. The level cap is set at 6, with some flexibility to give certain classes abilities they would normally get at 7. But your advancement continues, because at certain XP milestones, you still get more feats. But you don't ever become a superhero. Again, I'm not married to the idea, but it's one way to keep it gritty.
Thread: The City of Iron (Pathfinder)

I might try this, it looks like an interesting setting... and so many dark mystical possibilities if your willing to let me go occult ritual and tap into the... darker side of things. And no... will not go the demons and devils route... mostly. There are far worse things to call in a setting like this, if one gets... creative.
Thread: The City of Iron (Pathfinder)

Okay, definitely interesting. I agree with the concept, yet I like leveling up. It just feels good, but it's far from a deal-breaker. Admittedly, I was thinking of a bard or rogue who pretends to be a cleric to get around the magic restriction, or a noble still bardrogue who dabbles in magic because he can family purchased a license to practice, perks of wealth and connection. Either way, it would be a way to explore being an arcane wielder in a setting not friendly to such types, without going overboard since high level spells would never be learned. With pathfinder, there are other options, of course bloodrager or magus for example, but magus is too strong and bloodrager too lacking in skills. I very much like to play off the ideas of others, though, so am not nailed down on this concept.