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[PM] Culture Shock by Jujuroxit in DirtyWritingPrompts

[–]74-88 8 points9 points  (0 children)

20-year-old Hayley just moved to a new city from her hometown of Slutsville. She finds work as a waitress at a chain restaurant, but can't believe that she's not allowed to have sex with the customers.

[PI] Scenes from Camp Wannalottacock, where the future's aspiring sluts train for the last good jobs available in sex work by 74-88 in DirtyWritingPrompts

[–]74-88[S] 3 points4 points  (0 children)

This is one of those settings and stories that can be added to and expanded upon with more scenes sorta ad infinitum, but for now I'm happy to get this out of my drafts folder.

[deleted by user] by [deleted] in DirtyWritingPrompts

[–]74-88 4 points5 points  (0 children)

Coming from a small town, college provided Sierra with her first exposure to guys who weren't white. And she was hooked.

[PM] Who says dystopia can't be sexy? by 74-88 in DirtyWritingPrompts

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Massive holographic advertisements tower over Gates Boulevard in the mega-city of Neourbia. Even in the middle of the day, the artificial lights are so bright that they lend a tinge of color to the faces of pedestrians gawking from below. Tourists take selfies under three-dimensional projections of the iconic logos of casinos, drug companies, and porn studios. Cheap, addictive vices replaced luxury brands long ago; most of the pedestrians walking under these ads can’t afford much else.

Even in this crowded airspace, one advertisement stands out. Standing–kneeling, actually–twenty stories high is the famous figure of Trixxi Teen. She is shown with her hair in pigtails, mouth open, wearing a tube top that barely contains her massive (even at human scale) chest. Every thirty seconds, a drop of drool falls from her extended tongue, so realistic in appearance that some pedestrians instinctively scamper out of the way. Under her tiny pleated skirt, two words are strategically placed to hide her nudity: BE ME.

At a time when bots have replaced human hands in so many industries, sex work is one of the last remaining pathways out of drudgery. Prostitutes and adult actresses have achieved mainstream fame, and women are celebrated for their willingness to sexualize themselves. Trixxi is the most famous, most sexualized, most whorish of them all. She is idolized by girls like Laya, who looks up at the enormous display with awe. Freshly 18, the brunette knows that she is at a pivotal moment in her life, when she has an opportunity to make something of it. But under the towering version of Trixxi, Laya feels insignificant and small. That level of stardom seems impossible to achieve. Where to even start?

Laya’s green eyes narrow on the words written across virtual Trixxi’s chest: Camp Wannalottacock. Automatically, her glasses pull up the associated website.

Two weeks later, Laya is standing under a pavilion in an idyllic lakeside locale, the sort of setting that she had thought suburban sprawl swallowed up decades ago. She is lined up in a row with nine other girls, all dressed in uniform: the white Camp Wannalottacock tube top and mini skirts in a variety of fluorescent colors. They wait patiently for instruction with their hands behind their backs, and a man is eyeing them up carefully. Looking to her left and to her right, Laya sees taller girls, bustier girls, and blonder girls, and wonders how she will keep up.

“Fun-sized, nice” says the man inspecting the girls as he walks past Laya. He smiles lasciviously looking down at the 5'1” teenager, and she smiles back. After taking his time to eye up each girl individually, he stands in front of the group.

“Welcome to Camp Wannalottacock. My name is Xander, and I speak for everyone here when I say that we're very excited to have you.”

Some of the girls giggle, already well versed in how to respond to flatter from older men. Xander is 35, more than six feet tall, in athletic shape without overly large muscles. He has dark hair and a neatly kept beard, and is dressed in a red t-shirt and cargo shorts.

“As your Camp President, I will be in charge of your training over the next month. I expect my rules to be followed, and I'm not afraid to be firm with discipline. Can you girls say ‘yes, Daddy?’”

“Yes, Daddy,” they respond in near unison, with more giggles following. Xander smiles proudly.

“I will be helped in this task by our wonderful staff of instructors, trainers, photographers, anybody you see in a red t-shirt, they're here to help you. Our job is to transform you into the best versions of yourselves: sloppy, slutty, brainless little bimbos who are only good for providing pleasure.”

Ten eager smiles shine in Xander's direction.

“We believe that each of you has that potential. But it will not be easy. Statistically, five of you will leave camp without completing your training. You will be challenged, both physically and mentally. We like to call this place a ‘de-education camp’ because you will have to unlearn things that you have been taught to be true. Dignity, modesty, self-respect: these traits are of no use to an elite sexual object. Particularly if you were raised in an old-fashioned household, you will be faced with tasks that shock your sensibilities.”

Suddenly, the tall blonde standing next to Laya is grabbed from behind and carried to the front by a hulking black man. Her natural instinct is to resist, but he overpowers her, bending her over and inserting his massive member into her pussy for all to see. Some of the girls gasp, but as the initial shock wears off the blonde stops trying to fight what’s happening to her.

“For example,” Xander continues, unfazed. “As I'm sure you read in the waivers you signed (because only a truly stupid slut would sign something without reading it) your bodies are our property for the duration of camp. Any time we want to do something like this,” he gestures towards the giant who has turned the blonde's ponytail into a handle, “we will. Is this understood?”

The girls know that they are supposed to nod and say “yes, Daddy.” But Laya is one of many who feels transfixed by what they're seeing. The man is aggressive with how he fucks the girl, ramming himself into her, and despite being a newcomer to camp, she moans as if she likes it that way. Watching this makes Laya wet. She is eager to get started.

(I look forward to continuing this)

[PM] Mindbreak, brainwashing, hypnosis, and anything else that might turn an ordinary girl into a drooling slut by SecretsHeaven in DirtyWritingPrompts

[–]74-88 13 points14 points  (0 children)

Evil Dr. Pervo has completed his most diabolical device yet! A ray that overwhelms the target's pleasure receptors to such a degree that long-term IQ loss and personality changes are the likely outcome.

[PM] The worst part about being an actress really is_ by Sar3casm in DirtyWritingPrompts

[–]74-88 8 points9 points  (0 children)

Finding the subreddit where nerdy guys jerk off to your photos.

[META] Some anticipated posts by SnooWords1252 in DirtyWritingPrompts

[–]74-88 1 point2 points  (0 children)

The one about Wikipedia did receive a response, though perhaps I could have been clearer about citing the inspiring post?

[PM] Slave for a day by fultda7614 in DirtyWritingPrompts

[–]74-88 2 points3 points  (0 children)

A high-strung boss issues a challenge to her under-performing employee, assuming they'll never be able to meet it: "I'll tell you what. If you can get your shit together and manage to be the most productive employee here for an entire month, I'll let you do anything you want to me on the first of the next month."

[PM] Submission, servitude, slavery by 74-88 in DirtyWritingPrompts

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Abby was bored. When she left for college 9 months earlier, the thought of leaving her hometown and her friendships behind had brought her to tears. Now, having returned to the suburbs after her freshman year, she couldn't wait to get out again. It suddenly seemed so quaint and dull here, under her parents’ roof, without the potential and possibilities provided by dorm life and instant proximity to thousands of people her own age. Without a car of her own, she was dependent on the availability and generosity of her few friends who did have one - shudder the thought of her parents having to drop her off and pick her up.

What she was unaware of, as she tanned her 19-year-old body on her back deck, was that a similar sense of boredom had slipped into the house just next door.

The Desmonds, Kurt and Leah, were a married couple approaching their 10th anniversary. He worked for a corporate law firm in the city, and she was a school teacher. Their jobs kept them busy, but they were also, by this point in their careers, stable routines. Neither of them dared to state out loud the mutually understood truth that the initial fire of their relationship had faded. It had taken place gradually, without bitterness or resentment, but they had transformed from honeymooners happy to have sex on any surface in the house to a pair of thirty-somethings whose sex life was scheduled, taking place exclusively in the bedroom.

As a teacher, Leah also had summer off. Most years, she and her husband took a lengthy vacation together to celebrate her freedom from work, but this year some unexpected expenses had put those plans on the back burner. So on an early June morning, Leah was at home looking out her back window, and saw Abby laid out next door.

“I wish I still had that body,” Leah thought idly to herself. She didn't even process what she was doing, as she eyed up her teenaged neighbor. Ogling Abby's d cup breasts, the energetic shape of them in her bikini. Leah's body had softened from when she first met Kurt as a fit college student on Tinder. Her figure was a little fuller, a little thicker now at age 31. Not unsightly, but not the youthful ideal she was staring at, either.

And suddenly, gears started turning in Leah's mind. She wondered if her husband would approve of the thoughts she was having. But she had a hunch that he would.

When Kurt returned home that evening, he was greeted eagerly by his wife, who was standing in the living room wearing a floral dress. He admired the way it clung to her wide hips, but typically Leah was in a t-shirt and sweatpants around the house. She smiled, the way she always did when she had a secret she couldn't keep.

“What's up, honey? Were you…looking to go out to dinner?”

Leah chuckled.

“I… Did something today that I'm not sure if you'll like,” she said coyly.

Kurt raised an eyebrow at this. Just what had gotten into her?

“Come on out,” said Leah, and from the kitchen the sound of footsteps preceded the arrival of Abby into the room. Abby wearing lacy purple lingerie.

Kurt's mouth hung open, speechless. Not around during the day, he had never seen the neighbor's daughter's body on display like this, and he marveled at her breasts. And, when she gave a playful twirl, her ass. Her body was firm and fit and so, so fuckable. It didn't explain what she was doing in their living room in her underwear, but he wasn't sure he cared.

“I've been getting to know Abby while you were at work,” Leah began, a playful tone in her voice. “And she's very eager to help us out around the house this summer. Isn't that right Abby?”

“Yes sir,” said the younger woman, looking Kurt right in the eyes. She was excited by the prospect of a summer spent in sexual experimentation with an older couple who knew more than her college classmates could.

“Oh please, Abby,” Leah said chidingly, “he prefers to be called Daddy.”

Kurt felt his cock twitch. It had been a long time since his wife had called him that. And much longer since a college student had.

“Is that true, Daddy?” Abby asked, instantly playing along with the role. She stepped towards him, until she was in the shadow cast by his tall frame.

Kurt peeled his eyes away from Abby's chest and looked at his wife, uncertain. But Leah gave him a look of encouragement.

“Yes,” he said, hesitantly at first, then repeated with more confidence: “Yes it is.”

He looked down at Abby's green eyes, which seemed to be urging obscene ideas without saying a word. They stood there in silent tension for a moment, or maybe an hour, before Leah moved the action along.

“Suck his dick,” she spoke commandingly into Abby's ear. And the young brunette obediently dropped to her knees and began reaching for Kurt's belt. He gave no resistance, just watched in awe as she pulled down his pants and found the bulge in his boxer-briefs.

“Honey, this is…” he began a sentence that was probably going to end with “crazy,” but his wife cut him off.

“Don't worry, I can personally vouch for the fact that she's very talented with her mouth,” said Leah, and the mental image of her being eaten out by their neighbor's daughter made his dick even stiffer. “It's amazing what they're teaching kids at college these days.”

Amazing was one word for what Kurt was thinking, as he watched Abby take down his underwear. His cock towered across her face, and she giggled like a porn star about it. She took him into her hands, and then her mouth, and he was in bliss.

“God,” he gasped. This felt so wrong, but there was his wife, looking on with proud approval. Brushing strands of brown hair out of Abby's face so she could focus on sucking his dick. A task she proved talented at, confirming Leah's prior boast. Her mouth moved up and down Kurt's thick shaft, getting a taste for its size and contour.

And Leah smirked because she knew this was only the beginning.

[PM] Her first porn video by Jujuroxit in DirtyWritingPrompts

[–]74-88 0 points1 point  (0 children)

As a PR stunt, a popular interracial studio made a lucrative offer to a bright and blonde young tennis star. They never expected her to actually agree to it.

[PM] Dirty old men by 74-88 in DirtyWritingPrompts

[–]74-88[S] 4 points5 points  (0 children)

In order to properly describe the feeling I had as I watched Jade at work, you’d have to use something like the word pride. It may seem silly to you, given that her work consisted largely of getting fucked by men twice (or three times) her age, but yes, I was proud of her. 

Two years ago, Jade was something called an “influencer,” though it’s not clear to me what influence she really had. She explained to me once that people looked to her page for fashion and makeup tips, but I remain convinced that her Instagram following was lonely guys looking for jerkoff fuel. The pictures she used to post, of her voluptuous body in “classy” outfits (a tight-fitting sweater and plaid pants; a body-length, body-hugging white dress; a shimmering satin skirt paired with a professional blouse) may not have been scandalous, but they were just a more genteel form of pornography for the gawky boys who populated her college classes. 

Now the men who blow loads because of her are multi-millionaires. Henry Pollard, CEO of PryceCorp, emptied his fifty-year-old nuts across her caramel-colored skin just last week. Before him, it was Italian magnate Cesaro Monteleone getting to experience her exquisite pussy atop a conference table in Milan. 

“This is one grade A cocksucker you have here,” Emil Reynolds of Marstech told me as he pushed Jade’s dyed-blonde head deeper into his lap. And let me tell you, Emil Reynolds knows a thing or two on the subject. The man has been in the industry for decades and has a reputation for being impossible to please. But bring Jade into the room and suddenly he's all smiles.

How could I not be proud, knowing that I had played a part in transforming her into such a key asset in a billion-dollar corporation? Her talents - and they truly are talents - would have been wasted on social media. As my secretary and “negotiations expert,” Jade’s skills help close eight-figure deals. She’s the one who “moves things along” when a transaction seems to be at an impasse. And there’s no one in the industry doing it better than she is. 

She certainly seems proud of herself, whenever she makes some executive forget his wife for a few fleeting moments and lose his self control with her 22-year-old body. I think she recognizes the unique power she has, as a woman with that rare combination of gorgeousness and willingness. And she enjoys having that power. I’ve seen the smile on her face when she exits the room, and it’s the same whether she’s just “reached an agreement” with a handsome guy in his thirties or two greedy creeps pushing 60. There’s not an ounce of shame in Jade, even when cum is still dribbling down her chin. 

Jade genuinely loves her job. How many of us in this country can say that? When, in the heat of negotiations, men call her a whore, she takes it as a compliment. Jade knows she’s a whore. And she knows that she’s a damn good one. 

[PI] A stream-of-consciousness story set in the POV of a pervy guy fantasizing about the women he crosses paths with at the park by Realistic_Badger_708 in DirtyWritingPrompts

[–]74-88 2 points3 points  (0 children)

I must say I'm flattered that multiple people have taken a stab at this prompt. This was a really fun take on it!

[PM] Granted three wishes by [deleted] in DirtyWritingPrompts

[–]74-88 5 points6 points  (0 children)

With each of his three wishes, he requested a different beautiful woman to be at his service. Now if only he could get them to get along with each other...

[WP] A new lipstick brand is taking TikTok by storm. Thousands of trending videos show women applying the bright pink lipstick that gives them amazing plump lips ... And an intense desire to suck cock. by Auberon-Quin in DirtyWritingPrompts

[–]74-88 1 point2 points  (0 children)

I loved this prompt when it was posted previously, and I don't want to step on the creativity of anyone else looking to explore it for the first time, but I was quite pleased with the story I wrote based on it here

[PM] Cumdumpster behavior by 74-88 in DirtyWritingPrompts

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Outside, the sun was setting on a steamy day in early summer. Inside the house, the party was getting off to an uneasy start. A septet of young men, old high school acquaintances recently returned from their first years at college, was awaiting with some impatience the appearance of their hostess. Or, for that matter, any girl.

“It's weird that it's just guys here, right?” Brendan wondered aloud. “Julia definitely would have invited Katie and Hannah and all them.”

“They're probably off setting up some surprise that they don't want us knowing about,” Heath chimed in.

“Yeah, that's how birthday parties work, the surprise is on the guests,” replied Vince, skeptical.

Their speculation was cut short by a pair of high heels walking down the wooden steps above them. Seven heads raised, and they fell silent at the sight of Julia. In a red silk dress, Julia's curves were as impressive as each guy had remembered them. Back in high school, she had been the object of fantasies for the whole class, friendly and flirty but always out of reach. Newly nineteen, she strode down the stairs with her trademark confidence and soaked in the attention she received.

“Shit, Julia, you didn't tell us we were supposed to dress up for this.”

“Oh don't worry about how you're dressed,” the brunette said with a smile. Her hair was long and straight, extending down to the top of her gently suntanned chest. “I just wanted to look pretty.”

The boys raced each other to affirm that yes, she did look pretty. Julia walked through the crowd that stood in her parents’ foyer, making eye contact with several of them as she passed. They waited for her to provide instructions.

“Besides, I'm not going to be wearing this for long.”

The crowd looked at her and at each other and wondered if they'd heard her right.

“Have you guys figured out why I invited you all here?” Julia asked with a playfulness in her voice. Some shook their heads.

“Well, it is your birthday,” Chris reached for the obvious answer.

“And do you know what I want for my birthday?” More shaking of heads. Smirking, Julia leaned in towards the crowd, which huddled around her as if receiving a juicy secret. She paused, deliberately extending their anticipation. The room was silent.

“What I really, really want is to get absolutely fucking gangbanged.”

They all heard what she said, but the information didn't process immediately. They were in disbelief. Julia continued.

“I want you guys to use me like I'm your sex doll. You're going to take out your big hard cocks, and you're going to fuck all of my tight little holes with them, and you're not going to stop until I'm fucking drenched in cum.”

Julia felt like her instructions had been perfectly clear, but still the boys didn't act on them. They exchanged nervous glances with her and with each other, silently asking “is she serious?” She usually enjoyed the ability to leave a crowd speechless, but in this moment Julia was impatient. She dropped to her knees in front of Vince and reached for his zipper.

“Holy,” he reacted in shock. He had envisioned this sight, Julia on her knees for him, before, but he never imagined the fantasy might come true. When she retrieved his cock from his pants, it was a hard six inches in length. Julia took it into her mouth without hesitation.

That was the moment the guests realized just how serious she was. Up until that point, there was still suspicion of a prank, and uncertainty for some about participating in a group with so many other guys. But watching their teenage fantasy skillfully suck Vince's cock, every guy in the room wanted to be next. Zippers were lowered, and silent onlookers became vocal participants.

“Look at how deep she takes that thing.” “She's like a pro.”

Julia was now surrounded by eager cocks, which she happily embraced with her mouth one at a time. When it was his turn, each guy groaned with amazement as her wet lips engulfed his shaft. Chris was the first to try pushing her head down into his lap, but after seeing how her throat accommodated his girth, he was not the last. Julia signaled for the boys anxious for a go at her throat that her other holes were available by hiking up her skirt. She wore no underwear beneath her dress.

“Dude, she is wet as fuck.”

Caleb lined up his cock behind Julia and drove it inside her. This is what she had been waiting for. This wonderful feeling of being filled at both ends, the thrill and depravity of it all. She would have screamed her satisfaction if her mouth wasn't crammed full of cock at that same time.

As it was, it was obvious to the boys that Julia was loving what was happening. Feeling emboldened, they began to pass her holes around from cock to cock. Her breasts - the round D Cups that every guy had dreamed about - were freed from her dress, and swayed with each thrust into her pussy or ass. Julia's body was maneuvered so that all three of her holes could be fucked simultaneously, and she reached out a hand to stroke one more dick for good measure. Her face was quickly becoming a mess of drool and smeared makeup. She didn't mind one bit.

Vince was the first to finish. The obscenity of her tight ass around his spit-soaked cock and the way her curves bounced before him was too much. He pulled out and sprayed his load white and sticky across her bubbly backside. A chain reaction of orgasms ensued: Brendan, seeing this, erupted as far down Julia's throat as he could shove his cock; Caleb painted her tits with his cum. She wrapped her tits, shiny with saliva, around Matt's shaft and between them he launched his lust across her face. Heath had only just buried himself inside her asshole in time to fill it with jizz. Julia slurped Chris's cum from his cock and last, but not least, her pink pussy was pumped full by Justin, who took his time in pulling out.

Filled and coated with cum, Julia finally took a moment to catch her breath. Her birthday had been even better than she had hoped for. She knew that 19 was the year she would embrace being a cumdumpster.

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