A story opportunity - a willing partner needed - right now

[hardsteeleye]

Anyone want to work with me to finish this (female assistants preferred)

He knew there was something special about it from the moment he walked into the antique store. Even though it was buried away in a dusty corner of the dark little store, he felt his gaze being drawn to it. Made of dark polished wood, deeply carved but heavily worn from regular handling the object was unmistakably a phallus. But what a phallus! As long as his forearm and almost as thick, it had a deep warm glow about it, soothing that really appealed. More than appealed – it spoke to him in some way. He knew he had to buy it, although he was confused as to what he felt so compelled. The storekeeper mumbled something about it being connected to some unnamed African rituals. Ben knew. It was used to initiate young women.

As he sat in the nearby coffee shop and fingered the package on the table, he wondered how many young women had tasted its delights, his mind buzzed with images and sounds. He felt intoxicated and intrigued. This was no accident, he thought. Somehow he was destined to buy the object. He ran his hand over it through the paper wrapping. It was very beautiful, he had to admit that. But there was something else special about it too.

As the young blonde waitress served him his latte, he saw her eyes flick towards the package. More than once. Did she feel it too? Could she detect its influence . . . .?

 

[bourbonslut]

Marla lingered a bit longer than she needed to at the unfamiliar gentleman's table...She was used to tourists coming in and out of this small seaside town, antiquing, seeing the 'quaint' little shops, and usually paid them no mind. Yet there was something about his dark, mysterious eyes, his intense manner, and that mysterious package he kept a firm hand around, sitting on the table.

She felt almost naked under his penetrating gaze, even though she was in her usual coffee-house uniform - a tight black teeshirt and short denim skirt. Marla was saving her tips for tuition, attending community college as a freshman this year. She was tall, slim, her long blonde hair pulled up off her shoulders, her firm round breasts outlined under her tshirt. Her long toned legs were tanned and bare.

"Your latte...anything else?"

 

[scribe_m]

Terrance eyed the young woman serving the man. Her figure beautifully filled her uniform, her magnificent cleavage rounding out her tshirt, her delicious hips in her denim skirt. This wasn't the first time he saw her. They took classes together, and he was regularly distracted by her delicious looks. "Oh, miss, could I have a refill. Hmm. Don't we share the same class together?"

OOC: hardsteel hasn't been on Lit since the 28th, so I hope you don't mind my writing. Actually, if you'd like to gather your girls on your schoolgirl thread, I can join as a male -- or female -- student or teacher.


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[bourbonslut]

Marla tossed her hair over her shoulder, eyeing the young man who'd just summoned her. "Miss?" She laughed, scanning his lean young body and handsome face intently, slowly smiling in recognition. "I'm in your anthropology class. It's Marla, remember? We traded notes once." She sauntered away, her ass swaying enticingly under her tight short skirt, as she went to retrieve the coffee pot.

OOC: scribe, I can try to retrieve the 'girls' if I have time for a whole other RP. meanwhile should we just work this one, maybe 'steal' the package away? i'm newer at this story thing than you all are.

 

[scribe_m]

When Marla returned, there was something slightly different about Terrance. Something more *intense*. And there was the package. Right in front of Terrance. Terrance spoke. "Oh, yes, Marla! I'm so sorry I didn't recognize you. I understand we have a research project in our anthropology class and can use a partner." His hand seemed to touch and hold the mysterious package in a way that was part inviting and sharing, part purely possessiveness. "I found this African object and thought we could write our paper on it. Perhaps after your shift is over, we can go to the school library and do some research?"

OOC: Welcome aboard Lit SRP! I'll do my best to make this story... enjoyable. Also, though I'm a guy, let me know if you'd prefer my writing a female character. Hey, it *is* a phallus, y'know.


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[bourbonslut]

Her eyes narrowed as she spied the package that Terrance clutched in his large, strong hand. She recognized it as the one from the gentleman's table, where an empty latte cup and some crumpled bills now lay. She gazed up into his intense blue eyes, penetrating even through his fashionable-squared off glasses. He was slightly taller than her, since she was wearing her waitressing sneakers. Marla had noticed him before, it was true, but never felt as compelled by his presence as she was right now, at this moment. Her breathing had quickened, and she felt her grip on the coffee pot had grown a bit shaky.

"I get off in about five minutes. I'd love to work with you. Stick around while I count out my tips, and we can go to the library. Or, maybe we can just go and, I don't know, use the Internet at my place."

Her boldness startled her. She turned quickly and strode back behind the counter, nearly dropping the coffeepot back on the burner.

 

[scribe_m]

Something compelled him, tempting him to think lustful thoughts about the woman in the black t-shirt. The next thing he knew, he picked up the phallus and followed her. The coffeepot nearly dropped for good reason. He was behind her, and his body was slowly closer to hers. But this was the least of her distractions. He lifted the phallus, his hand close to her belly but still under her breast. The rigid object itself brushed lightly next to her breast, and just touched her cheek. The tip of the wooden shaft was just out of her vision, but was smooth and firm to the touch. It rubbed lightly against her cheek and jawbone, a firm yet delicate texture for something that should have been wood.


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[bourbonslut]

As she attempted to regain her composure, shakily replacing the coffee pot in the burner, she felt her whole body shudder under the touch of the mysterious object. Although it looked like a simple wooden phallus, it set her skin afire. It consumed her; she wanted to consume it. She leaned against Terrance, pressing herself into him, her ass grazing his own stiffening phallus, just to strengthen herself.

"Go sit down!" she whispered, hoarsely. "My manager is around.....go! I'll be done in a minute." Her face was red, her long blonde hair straying from her ponytail. She bit her trembling red lip and took off her apron.

 

[scribe_m]

The manager was indeed watching. Yet, instead of disapproval, a sense of yearning seemed to appear on his face. His hands crept down his body, and he gradually stepped behind the counter, to hide what his hands would be doing. He watched the two, with intent eyes. This was a magnificent phallus, indeed.

Terrance, meanwhile, repositioned the fine tool to her lips. "It is a wonderful find, is it not? The head is smooth... polished. It must feel so nice against your skin. Does it not feel good?" With his other hand, he began massaging her, cupping her breast and warmly rotating her nipple through the soft fabric. "No, no, keep your apron on. We must be discrete", he said, willfully ignoring the scene, as his hips rotating into hers. "Instead, let me take off your skirt." His hand left her bosom and felt the incredible roundess of her ass. It slowly unzipped the skirt, which slid only halfway down her thighs. Her panties were bare now, as he rubbed his own phallus through them.


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[bourbonslut]

ooc: sorry i've been quite busy lately!

Without even thinking, forgetting where she was, forgetting about her manager, she let her smooth pink tongue slowly slide out from between her full red lips. As it touched the glistening phallus pressed against her cheek, she could have sworn she felt a charge, a jolt of electricity course through her body, from the tip of her tongue, down her arched spine, through her dampening pussy, along her quivering thighs and down through her aching legs to the tiled floor. Without a word, Terrance slid the phallus towards her silently begging lips with one hand, as his other moved between her thighs, his palm pressed firmly against her heated, cotton-panty clad pussy, dampening beneath his firm pressure.

Marla closed her eyes as she slid the wooden phallus, inch by inch down her throat. The smooth object warmed to the touch of her lips and tongue; she was surprised at how alive a wooden tool could feel. She teased the ridges as she would a human cock, and as she delicately traced the carvings with the tip of her tongue, Terrance's groans would intensify, his body would pulse, twitch, and press into hers, slowly, surely, as if impulses were being transduced from her tongue to his hardness.

Slowly, silently, with wretched grace, they began to fit their bodies together, his, hers, and the phallus, with only the sounds of the steaming kettles and their own ragged breaths hanging in the air.

Marla heard swift footsteps move away from the counter and the unmistakable 'click' of a door locking.

 

[scribe_m]

Terrance pressed closer, fitting the enlargement within his pants to the soft moistness of her sex. His hips ground into hers, and eventually he could not stand it. With his free hand, he unzipped his pants, freeing his member, excited and engorged with lust for the fine lady. The underside of his shaft slid against her wet panties. He pulled them aside, savoring her wet slit stroking and lubricating his wanton cock. His hand returned to the flat of her pussy, fingering and playing with her hard little clitty underneath her panties.

The phallus made its way past Marla's lips. Its wooden head throbbed, the taste of sweet wood on her tongue. Something liquid and sticky seemed to emit from it, a light taste oozing over Marla's tongue into her throat. Its veins seemed to pulse and react to Marla's wet soft lips. Terrance held up the phallus, just above her mouth, watching her back arch, as he slowly entered her.

OOC: No worries. Post when you can. Is Marla bi-sexual? I'd like to switch the manager's sex to female.


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[bourbonslut]

OOC: Sure, why not? Not that it wouldn't be exciting to have two men take her, but I'll see where you go with it....

Marla's moans echoed through the empty shop as Terrance's firm throbbing member slid inside her soaking pussy, her thin panties pushed aside. She greedily pulled his hands down, forcing the strange dripping wooden phallus into her throat; the sensations of wetness and fullness overwhelmed her, causing her lithe body to tremble. Marla reached behind her, grabbing Terrance firmly by the hips and pushing him deep inside her, grinding her sweet round ass against him, feeling her balls against her smooth skin, wet with her own juices. Her lips were stretched around the slick wooden phallus, which warmed to her tongue; as her tongue moved over it, and her hips ground against Terrance's firm strong body, she could hear him groaning loudly in pleasure, intensifying his movements with each lick of her tongue.

As their moans and movements heightened, Marla heard footsteps and breathing moving towards them...

 

[scribe_m]

Alice couldn't help herself.

Her pussy tingled with lust, jealousy at the two coupling right there, in front of her, behind the counter. She lay back as best she could in the booth, rubbing herself, trying to get off. But something... *something* didn't let her. No, she would have to obey this calling... this primal urging telling her to approach the couple and pleasure the woman.

Terrance, meanwhile, was oblivious to the woman approaching them. His hard cock was plunging into Marla's pussy, filling her with his engorged cock, as hard, wooden, and large as the thing Marla was forcing down into her throat. He could barely hold onto it, and wrapped his arms around her waist, as his hips ground into hers, encouraged by her hand on his ass. Her other hand was on the phallus' balls, seemingly becoming larger, more fleshlike and turgid as it slid over her lips, on her tongue, and down her throat. Another hand joined her, assisting her devour the wooden shaft. Alice stood in front of Marla, and simply watched, her eyes wide open to the great phallus that was sliding in and out of Marla's mouth. Alice's other hand slowly reached out and began rubbing Marla's breast through her tight t-shirt. Alice's eyes pleaded for release, but she could only enhance Marla's desire.

OOC: Bourbon, your PM mailbox is full, but I have two writers I have in mind to play Alice. Did you have someone you wished to invite?


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