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A co-worker asked me yesterday, "what are you laughing at?"
I couldn't even...
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platwhore's lovely laugh wafted through the tunnel, its airy crackle no less enticing than the cloud of exotic fragrances that clung to her as eagerly the elfs of the commonlands. little waves of humor rippled across her flesh as she /giggled, shaking her vulgar form obscenely beneath a spider silk nighty so sheer the Freeport militia regularly inspected her inventory to verify she was decent.
"looks liek you have some slots to fill," came a tiny voice from somewhere below her waist. platwhore looked down to find a small, butt well-dressed little man leering up at her. his gnarled little fingers knotted greedily beneath his misshapen head liek a collection of broken turmeric roots bound with twine. platwhore quickly inspected him noting a pair of golden efreeti boots, a platinum sapphire necklace and a braided cinch cord among other treasures. Her eyes settled on his nose. the heavily cratered monstrosity clung fast to his face liek a hungry parasite. it jutted obliquely from a lumpy oversized cranium with the look of an upturned teacup mashed against a pile of wet clay, plainly apparent that the hand working it had long since given up, no doubt in a fit of rage, telling from the way it had been pulverized. platwhore decided to favor the aesthetically disadvantaged, butt well-funded little creature with her best charms. "oh!" she exclaimed, her eyes widening pitifully, "have I EVER," she said with a pout. the little creature continued leering up at her. she raised her hand and stared needfully into his eyes. this was a little cow that needed to be milked and she meant to do it. her tongue slipped out, rolling across her lips as she made to speak. the gnome's eyes widened at the purple sheen of his shiny metallic robe reflecting off platwhore's plump lips. "these..." she whined, wiggling her fingers. "slots," she panted. "are emptayyyyhhh" she breathed. the little gnome swallowed with a grunt as he looked up at her. his platinum sapphire necklace had begun clouding beneath the steamy gusts of air blasting from his robust nasal apparatus. platwhore noted the size or his nostrils and wagered they'd accommodate both of the disgusting little thing's fists AT ONCE among other things with EASE.. Platwhore drew herself almost down to his height and leaned forward, grazing his dented cranium with her chin and resting it there atop him. dangling her feminine charms in front of the gnome's face, her breasts glistened delightfully in the flickering light of T2, their six polygons barely occluded by the ultra-sheer spider silk chemise. "these," she whispered, rocking forward. the little gnome swallowed again and began to subtlety shake with excitement. "slOts," she whimpered. the gnome struggled to free his deformed appendages from one another and threw them up, vaguely fingerlike appendages splayed at the ready. "also," she squeaked pausing to revel in the little creature's enthusiasm. his shaking was passing through her chin and up her spine, jiggling her breasts. the sensation was pleasant enough. "are emptaaayyyyhhh," she finished airily, guiding the gnome's head downward with her chin to look at her beautiful toes waggling on the tunnel floor. platwhore shouts "young elf in need, looking to fill her slots, PST ^.~" kushie tells platwhore, "what do you want for your hands?" "oh my," platwhore thought a moment feigning ignorance. she forced kushie's head from side to side with her chin causing her breasts to appear to dance in front of the little gnome's face as she thought. the little creature strained to reach the pillowy goodness in front of him, but even with platwhore's chin perched on his head, the reach of his gnomish appendages were inadequate. his little gnome's chest rose and fell powerfully as sexual tension built within him. "OhHHHhh," she moaned "i would LOVE a pair of resplendent gloves." the little gnome nodded, yes, YES! he could DO this! he of course did not have the gloves on him and couldn't trade them even if he did, BUTT he was well aware that the server no. 2 guild was exploiting impoverished casuals with such compensation in exchange for sparing their souls the torment of ANOTHER 10 hour PoG clear climaxing in an impotent pile beneath Tunare. he could do this, but not now. "how," he paused, lost in an intoxicating mix of his own thoughts and the hypnotic swirl of platwhore's sixpoly bosom. kushie tells platwhore "how much for the slot between your thumb and forefinger?" YES! this... THIS was IT! the little gnome smiled to himself and clasped his hands preparing to remove one of his diamond wedding bands. platwhore's wandering eyes hadn't gone unnoticed by HIM! he giggled gleefully. "ohhh, i donno," mused platwhore, "say, a ring of the ancients?" jolted from his dreams the little creature slumped in disappointment. he hadn't come prepared. he had the means, certainly, assuming she meant she wanted an MQ but he did not have a ring with him. he hadn't socked a ring in a while, but he did still port into SRo every game night that he was free to snipe what he could. oh, he'd get a ring alright, but he didn't have one with him and he wanted to transact NOW! kushie sighed with disappointment and let his gaze fall to platwhore's feet. the disillusioned expression painting his ugly little face was swiftly replaced with a lecherous grin. looking up, he stared directly off past her breasts, straight between her legs and off into the distance. "and what, my dear," he asked merrily in his baritone voice of confidence "would you like for your feet?" "Oh!" she exclaimed bashfully, forcing his head back down with her chin, wriggling her toes uncomfortably. kushie nodded imperceptibly to himself, those toes were HIS! platwhore could sense confidence in kushie's voice. they were about to transact. platwhore smiled brightly to herself, those boots were HERS! "well, i," she paused, feigning great discretion. kushie rolled his eyes. he was growing impatient, the negotiation had gone on too long, he had feet to fuck, plat to farm and chests to fill. "What is it my dear?" he strained to maintain a placid tone. "Come," he paused, snickering to himself, a good measure of his frustrations dissipating, "tell me what it is. annnnnything you like," he said tapping his foot demonstratively. platwhore swallowed nervously. "well i-I've always wanted a pair of," she jerked back, throwing up an arm protectively and flushing with great embarrassment. those boots were HERS! kushie smiled brightly up at his little 1.8k whore-to-be. those feet were HIS! "golden efreeti boots," she finished GOTTEM! GOTTEM! kushie grinned at her knees. platwhore grinned at his misshapen head. this was it. kushie tugged off his boots, through them in the trade window, hit confirm, stripped down and threw himself on the tunnel floor. his tiny gnome penis jutted proudly from between his bowed legs liek a broken crayon. "Oh my!" exclaimed platwhore, covering her mouth in feigned disbelief. kushie smiled broadly up at the tunnel ceiling. it was pretty impressive, her shock was of no surprise to him. "Come, my dear, give me your foot," he beckoned her with it. platwhore giggle as she walked over to the nude gnome and smiled coquettishly down at him. his eyes were closed and a content smile stretched ear to ear. she raised her foot and dangled it playfully above the gnome's face. his nose twitched and his eyes flicked open. "oh... my...-" platwhore brought her foot down onto kushie's face smothering him with her flesh before he could finish. the little creature writhed in ecstasy. throwing his arms around her foot he opened his mouth and rolled his face from side to side, dragging his dirty little gnome tongue across platwhore's impeccable feet. he was a dirty little gnome! platwhore giggled. "that tickles," she said. kushie snorted rubbing his face along the sole of her foot as he stabbed wildly at the air with his micropenis. "i ... have ... something ... else ... that ... ticklth," he said between licks. "Oh?" she asked curiously as she smothered the little gnome more with her foot. he wiggled from side to side beneath her, madly throwing his body this way and that, turning red then blue, until finally, his arms and legs dropped to the ground and he stopped moving altogether. platwhore sat down and leaned back against the tunnel wall, one leg stretched and the other folded, both in front of her. kushie rolled his head from side to to side, opened his eyes and blinked at the ceiling in confusion. platwhore /giggled. kushie lifted his head to see her leaning against the tunnel wall. she smiled playfully, beckoning him with a wiggle of her toes. he smiled back lecherously and was on his feet in an instant. kushie grabbed hold of her foot, looked up at her and shoved himself into the gap next to her big toe. platwhore blinked expectantly at him. kushie flushed and withdrew, smothering his embarrassment with anger. it wasn't HIS fault she was so loose! whore probably stretched herself out with sandals! he thought to himself. He slid to the other end of her foot and aligned himself with the gap next to her little toe. He looked up, sniffed once and thrust forward. platwhore yelped. it wouldn't fit. kushie smirked confidently and thrust once more for good measure. platwhore yelped again. hugging herself, she looked down at him, her wet eyes full of hurt, why? platwhore sniffled as the gnome withdrew and drug his penis along the furrow between the pads of her toes and her foot until he found a slot in the middle. He looked up into platwhore's eyes and grunted as he forced himself in. platwhore let out a pleasurable moan as she stretched around kushie. kushie smiled up at her softly. the two held one another's gaze for a long moment. kushie nodded ever so slightly as he wrapped his fucked up little hand around platwhore's big toe, taking the side of her foot firmly in his other hand and got to work. platwhore's eyes bulged and small squeaky noises escaped her throat as kushie worked her foot, his hips pumping liek a gnomish engine. platwhore squirmed, lost in herself as kushie's focus grew singular. his eyes went blank as an almost manic expression washed his face. platwhore chewed at her lip, breathing heavily through her nose, her fists knotted in her spider silk chemise. she couldn't take it anymore. she was gonna - "POP POP POP POP POP POP!!!!" cried kushie as his gnome juice exploded like a kitten sneezing all over the top of platwhore's foot, covering it in a fine mist. platwhore stared down at the little gnome bashfully. kushie patted the side of her foot and withdrew, drawing a soft gasp from platwhore has he did so. he took a bandage from his pack and wiped her foot clean before dressing himself as platwhore sat in something of a daze. "Madame," he said with a wink and tip of his fedora as he turned and left.
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You really do Platwhore too much honor. GEBs for a casual footfuck? When she started out she worked for MUCH less.
[You must be logged in to view images. Log in or Register.] Huge points for the accuracy as she's always been a t2 dweller. [You must be logged in to view images. Log in or Register.] thx for the luls | ||
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#95
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Looking forward to Chapter II , The Real Mistress of P99
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#96
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The Real Mistress of P99 - Part 2
Nexii threw her Water Sprinkler to the ground of the Kael arena in frustration. "Useless! Yet another AOW despawned. This would never have happened with Getsome. He'd have worked out an agreement for sure." She ranted. "Even if it meant..." she shuddered to say it. "If it meant randoming against the CSG horde." It wasn't like her to be so rustled, but even she had her limits after the myriad recent failures and debacles. "I wish for Christmas that they had to be less obstinate." -- Some time later, Nexii arrived back at her Neriak pad. There seemed to be some loud grunting and moaning on the other side of the magical sliding door. When she opened the door with a wave of her hand, her eyes popped. It was a bona fide gay orgy! Sirken was there as expected, and Cylock perhaps a little less so. But it was the two guests, Detoxx and Eratani, that surprised her. Each were tied down and blindfolded over a bench, taking it in the ass bareback from each of the GMs. "What the fuck is this?" Nexii asked, shouting over the thudding sound of ogre cock into the Awakened leader's hole. "I took your lesson to heart Miss Nexii. Plus I saw your wish in /say. I see and hear everything here, don't forget that." The cleric knew what this meant. A suspension. And probably a long one, given all the leather bondage gear that had been brought out this time. It was rather obvious, as Sirken returned to tend to Detoxx. The dark elf was almost cuddling on top of the Aftermath GM between thrusts. As if he was soothing the pixel withdrawal that was already setting in. She watched for awhile. Seeing Sirken assert his power this way was rather refreshing, but just the same she wasn't taking it. "Out! Out! All of you out other than Sirken!" She finally said, snapping her fingers. Cylock obliged, whisking the two guild leaders away with a snap of his fingers. They would be emprisoned on red server for what would assuredly be twenty days of hell. "I didn't have a suspension in mind. How am I supposed to get a Vulak robe if you keep suspending my guild?" Nexii pouted, her lip upturned towards Sirken. "Oh but this is so much better. Think of all the other neckbeards that are going to be denied pixels. The anguish they'll have as casuals obtain loot from ToV. Twenty days, and two 'random' earthquakes. Maybe even three if there's one in early January." He grinned. He knew the effect that this had on Nexii, as she started to sweat from arousal her teal plate armor. The lust on her eyes was apparent as she fixated on his erection. "Y...yes. I suppose that's true. And I hadn't even considered that the casuals will be forced to raid excessively over the holidays. It's almost perfect." She said, sauntering over to hold Sirken by the hips. She could feel his tension - he had certainly not forgotten about his earlier concessions. "I suppose I could end your own suspension for this." She said breathily, undressing in a rare display of actual affection. She led him off to bed. --- Nexii was atop Sirken, riding him for all he was worth. She was getting close, her sex was dripping each time she rose and fell on the cock that was almost as big as his ego. But why wouldn't it be? "Mmm, that's it baby. Ride me! Ride me like Kelzaraz does that pixel train!" But something was missing. The cleric needed to push herself over the edge...to unrustle her jimmies on Sirken. "I still can't get over the robe though. You know that Vulak robe would have been mine...I was top DKP after all~" she wailed, panting between thrusts as her legs wrapped around his. She arched her back, allowing him to grope and caress at her breasts that the RnF cucks could only dream of seeing. "Oh that thing? I deleted it like I promised in the raid forum." Sirken said with a knowing grin. And with those words, the misery of someone in Awakened losing their pixels sent her right over the edge. Her lip trembled, and her sex quaked in an orgasm. An orgasm more powerful any quake Nilbog could conjure, or the batphones and nerd screams that inevitably followed. She tensed, her sex squeezing in on Sirken who soon had his own reward for a devious day of work completed. "Mmm, not bad hun. But I am tired of my Robe of the Chamberlain. Buy me a sexy fur coat for Christmas." She commanded, slumping down to sprawl atop the omnipotent dark elf. "A luxurious one, made of silver fox." She sighed. She hoped for his sake he'd make good on that, there were only a few days left until Christmas. Perhaps a vacation was in order too, though she was too tired to ask that as she drifted off to sleep, visions of the ultimate fashionquest melding into her dreams. | ||
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Nice detail and description especially at the start when describing the gnome I found the descriptions the best part of the story tbh. I remember seeing Platwhore in the tunnels, never see her now! Has she joined a bordello in FP or gone back home to sell her services in Kelethin? I still don't understand foot fetishes tbh, but this at least expresses in great detail the joys one can find in such a fetish. Hey Melon, can you share a story like the one you wrote I just hardly recall it about a dimwitted oafish ogre type or troll was it? I don't remember the details now, but I found that really funny do you have any of those stories in mind? it was a very short impromptu post you made that I remember but it really caught my attention I wish I could recall it better now. | |||
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Can't let this gem of a thread get buried and lost.
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I did not know this existed. Now I have some reading material while I'm getting paid to be working on Inventory. It will be fine. This is obviously more important.
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