Character Creation Ch. 10

The role of sex in a role-playing game is a controversial one, and must be handled with sensitivity, and ideally up front. Some players may see having their characters sleep with saucy bar wenches or fall in love with the handsome son of the duke as an expected part of the proceedings; others will become uncomfortable at the inclusion of such material, and prefer their character stick to what they're best at – slaying monsters and over-paying for treasure.

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"That old man was a fuckin' quack. If I ever see him again, I'm gonna beat his ass just like I beat that asshole Hunter."

"Are you higher than usual, Shane? You're telling us you kicked Hunter's ass for trying to force himself on Danni, and some old man showed up and gave you some kind of magic power to overwhelm people with lust?"

"Yeah, except it barely fuckin' works."

"Man, you know I don't normally say this, but... maybe you need to lay off for a while. That's some pretty cracky shit you're talkin'."

Shane rolled his eyes and concentrated for a moment, then watched as Caleb's brow furrowed in confusion.

Then Caleb suddenly dropped his already loose pants and thrust a cock that was hardening with incredible speed into the center of his burrito.

Then, a second later, he blinked. Everyone in the food court was staring at him. He drew up his pants in a hurry and threw down the burrito, then booked it the hell out of there and off into the mall, his smug friend in his wake.

"Da fuck was that, man!"

"I told you, asshole. Now you believe me?"

Caleb was quiet as he stormed off into a bathroom. Shane politely turned his back as his friend wiped beans and queso off his dick. "OK, fine, I believe you. Lucky I didn't burn myself," he grumbled as he tucked his gear away. "Now how could you be pissed about it? This is the best shit that ever happened!"

"You didn't notice anything else about it? Like, oh, maybe, that it lasted for like six fucking seconds?!"

"Huh. Yeah, that's kind of annoying, I guess. Not that I mind, ya prick. So like, can you do it whenever you want?"

"Seems like, yeah."

"So why not just keep doing it over and over then?"

"Nah, I fuckin' tried that with that tasty bitch in the next unit over – remember her, with the legs? – and it's just too fuckin' distracting to be worth it. And I don't say that lightly. I spend like half the time just making it happen, and with her gobbin' my knob I can barely keep it going. And who the hell knows what'd happen if I got too distracted and let it wear off."

"Yeah man, that's a bitch. Man, there's gotta be some way you can capitalize on that shit, though."

"I'm open to suggestions."

Six months later...

"Are you Shane? The, um, the Matchmaker?"

"I sure am, buddy. You Arthur?"

"Yessir."

"Well, Art, why don't you tell me what I can do ya for?"

"Please don't call me Art," he said stiffly. "Sorry, it's just a pet peeve. Is it... is it true what they say? That you can make anyone fall for anyone?"

"Damn straight it's true. Make any lonely man's dreams come true, that's my slogan. 'Sa good slogan, eh?"

"Um, sure, it's grand."

"All right, I can see you want to just cut to the chase, Arthur, so why don't you tell me who you got your sights set on?"

The reedy man cleared his throat nervously. "You see, sir, I'm Hollywood talent agent. I manage the personal and professional affairs of various celebrity clientele. And, um, if you can really do like they say..."

"Celebrity, huh? That's a tall fuckin' order, man."

"Of course, I understand, I'm sorry to have wasted your time..."

"Hey now," Shane said, stopping the man as he turned to retreat. "I didn't say I couldn't do it. Hell, I like a challenge. Not that it's really a challenge, I guess. So who'd you have in mind, exactly?"

Arthur cleared his throat again, and mumbled something. He had to repeat himself twice before Shane finally heard him. "Whoa, damn, Arty, you got some fine-ass fuckin' taste, son! You rep her?"

"It's 'Arthur,' and yes, I 'rep' her. So... are you saying you'll try?"

"Try? Hell, I tell you what. This is gonna be baller, man – for this, I'll let you do it for free."

"For... free? There's gotta be a catch. I wouldn't feel right, soliciting your services without compensation..."

"Don't you worry about me."

The blonde starlet strode impatiently into her agent's office, breezing right past his receptionist. She didn't have time for small-talk. Besides, urgent as Arthur had been to have her come in today, he'd better be waiting for her.

He was. Or at least, he was watching the door when she entered like he was, only there was some other dude in here with him, some shady-looking guy dressed like he was auditioning for the part of Street Thug #4. She didn't think the agency represented nobody's like that.

"You're here! Come in, come in, Miss–"

"What do you want, Art? I was't even planning on coming into the city today, and traffic was a nightmare. You better have some amazing fucking news."

"Yes, well. Please do have a seat, make yourself comfort–"

"You have three seconds to get to the fucking point, Art. I have no patience for having my time wasted. You keep wasting my time, and I'll find a new agent before you can calculate your ten percent of zero."

"Damn, bitch has a mouth on her, don't she," said the stranger.

"Excuse me, but who the hell is this?" She didn't even have the decency to direct the question to Shane. Men like whoever he was were clearly beneath her. "You know, nevermind. I woke up this morning bloating like crazy and with a pimple on my chin that I can barely fucking hide, and now I get to deal with my moron agent and his foul-mouthed pervert friend. Yes, that's right, my eyes are up here. Buy a copy of Maxim if you want to look at these," she said, hefting her breasts.

Arthur looked to his companion, looking increasingly nervous. His companion grinned – leered, more like – and nodded. "All righty, let's do this."

She glared at him, a withering look that had literally knocked men on their asses before. "Do what, you degenerate piece... piece of..."

The glare faded, and she glanced back at Arthur. She couldn't look away, and couldn't imagine why. Skinny, boring, slightly balding definitely graying Arthur. A nobody. Not only wasn't he in her league, she wasn't sure he was in her housekeeper's league.

Although... maybe he wasn't so bad, actually. Maybe she was being harsh. He was kind of cute, in a weird, undefinable kind of way. She could see how a girl could fall for that shy smile of his, the slender physique. He was pretty damn cute, honestly.

No, not cute. Hot. He was actually really hot. God DAMN was he hot. How had she never noticed before? Had a man ever been so hot? He was hardly a man at all – more like an Adonis, perfectly sculpted to inform her every sexual desire.

She had to have him. Kiss him. Touch him. Fuck him. Oh shit, she had to fuck him. Get him inside her. She hardly cared where. Her mouth, her pussy, her ass. Her tits, even. Guys had been begging to fuck her tits practically since she grew them. Finally, for once she would be more than happy to let someone.

No, not let. Beg. Beg him. She'd do anything for him to fuck her. It didn't matter what it took. She'd never been so happy to be blessed with her big tits, her round ass, her gorgeous face. They could help her get this perfect man to fuck her. They just had to. She didn't know what she'd do if he wouldn't.

These thoughts took place over the span of about half a second.

Then, she was sauntering across the room and pulling Arthur in for a scorching kiss, her tongue darting right into his mouth as she squealed in happiness. Her mouth moved down his jawline and to his neck, sucking on it like a love-stricken teenager.

"It... it worked! You really can...!" Arthur exclaimed.

"Told ya, dawg. Now she's good and..." he paused, as if concentrating on something, before finishing the thought. "and ready, so you want to do the rest, you go for..." again, a pause, "...it. I'll be here, doin' my thang."

"Could we have some privacy, actually?" the agent said, eyes fluttering as the busty starlet reached a hand down his pants and started grasping at his hardening cock.

"Sorry, no can do. Would if I could, but it takes... concentration. You gonna forget I'm here soon enough, buddy... now c'mon, get to your plan."

"Mmm, what plan, Art?" she asked between sucks on his ear lobes.

He took a deep breath. "Stop calling me Art."

She winced at how stupid she'd been. How could she never have learned what he liked? "Of course, baby – what do you want me to call you?"

"Oh wow, she's really..." he said to the other man, then turned back to her. "Um... sir? Call me sir?"

The top-heavy blonde nodded vigorously. "Oh yes, sir. If it makes you happy, sir." She resumed grinding her pelvis against his hips, annoyed with all the stupid clothes getting in the way of her goal.

Arthur looked relieved to see her go along with it. "And another thing – I want you to apologize for how rude you were to me earlier."

She could do that. No problem. If it was a hurdle in the way of getting his cock in her, she'd do anything to clear it.

She sunk to her knees. In her loose silk top, he had an easy look at the 34DD's contained within. She wondered if he knew her size. Her measurements were easy enough to find on the internet after all, and now, he'd get to see what those letters and numbers meant firsthand. "Of course, sir. I'm so very sorry. Sometimes I can be a little bratty... can I make it up to you? I'll do anything." She nuzzled her face into his crotch shamelessly to make sure he knew what she meant by it.

"We'll see," he said. (We'll see? Here she was, one of the most lusted after women in the world, on her knees offering to blow him, and he says we'll see? Her tits had made one of the lamest video games ever made into a national phenomenon without even showing a nip, for fuck's sake!)

"Hey, one quick... thing before you two get to it," Arthur's friend spoke up. Oh yeah, she'd forgotten he was here. I mean, who cared. It was Arthur. She'd be proud to be seen begging to suck him off. I mean, annoyed by the audience, but not enough to stop. Never enough to stop.

"Something wrong?" Arthur asked, smiling down at her on-going nuzzles.

"I needs to get paid, ya know."

She was glad the man kept interrupting. Arthur wasn't paying enough attention to fend her off as she undid his belt and fly. "I thought you said this was pro bono? This is an under-handed renegotiation technique, Shane..."

"Naw, dawg, not... you. Her."

She blinked, momentarily gazing over at this man. Then she realized that was stupid. She'd gotten Arthur's briefs off. She could look at his cock. His bare, beautiful cock. Hard, just for her. She never wanted to look anywhere else again.

"I'm afraid I don't quite understand..."

"You said you wanted her to act like a whore. That's what you said, right?"

"I... did." She wanted to swoon, and not only because, after all these seemingly endless seconds of not having Art's cock in her mouth, she finally had Art's cock in her mouth. He wanted her. Wanted her to be his whore. That was the best news she'd heard since she'd gotten that bikini modeling gig in the Virgin Islands last winter.

"Well, that's what a whore is, yo. She fucks for money. Except here, she's fuckin' for money for me. Damn, look at me, pimpin' for this fine-ass bitch." Part of her grew angry at the presumptuous way he was talking about her, but most of her was too busy moaning delightedly around Arthur's heavenly cock.

Sir looked up at Art. Sir. (She had to stop thinking of him as Art, or she might accidentally say it again and he might make her stop sucking him off.) "Well... you heard the man. Pay up."

She grudgingly let sir's cock slide out from between her ruby lips with a pop, rubbing her upper lip with its little mole against its saliva-slicked length while she talked. "If I pay him, then... you'll let me fuck you?"

"You gimme whatever you got on you – and that jewelry, that's mighty nice – and yeah, I let you be my boy Arthur's fuck toy, long as you want. Sound good, hot stuff?"

Whatever. She only had a few hundred bucks in her purse, and her jewelry probably wasn't worth more than a couple thousand. Chump change, especially given the prize. "Money's in my purse," she said, unclipping her earrings and undoing her necklace. She tossed them over to him as he ransacked it, helping himself to the contents of her wallet. The moron probably didn't realize the bag itself was worth more than all of the rest of it, she thought as she blew her agent.

"Goody! Now I can fuck you, sir!" she said gleefully, rising to her feet and hastily undoing her skirt. Both men gaped at the sight of the starlet stripping down to her panties, then shucking those off too.

"Damn, you fine, girl," the man said. "It true Playboy offer you half a mill for dem titties?"

"Watch your mouth, punk," she snapped as she eagerly rubbed her bare, neatly trimmed pussy against sir's cock. "They're breasts, not 'titties,' and no, they offered the full million."

"They look like 'titties' to me," sir commented as he grasped them through her top. Ugh, what a stupid bitch she'd been! She quickly threw her shirt off so he could enjoy them without barriers. Anything to keep him touching her, to keep touching him. Even being leered at by his pervy friend. For sir, she didn't mind playing the part of the mindless T&A trophy bimbo.

"Duh, sorry – I meant to say titties, obviously. Boobs like this are titty material. It won't happen again, sir." He didn't seem to care – sir was already busy taking her breasts (fuck, no, her titties) into his mouth. She delighted in the rapturous expression on his face.

Every guy in the world wanted to do what he was doing right now. This was why she grew them to begin with. For him. They were big, beautiful, perfect fucking tits. (She could probably call them that, in her head. Sometimes.) She'd never posed nude, but she'd done as good as more than a few times. She never told anyone, but she loved knowing that every guy who wanted to could have a very, very good idea what her tits looked like, but not quite exactly. Just enough mystery to leave them desperate for more.

Except for sir. Sir could have them however he wanted if he'd just fuck her already. Speaking of...

"Excuse me, sir? Um, I paid good money to fuck you, so... could you maybe suck my titties while I ride you? They're pretty big, so it should be easy for you to get them in your mouth..."

Sir looked up at her. "No, dear, I'm afraid you're mistaken. You see, as your agent I have to pay close attention to the wordings of contracts. And here, it was very clearly stated that the fee you were paying was to be my fuck toy."

She frowned. "It was?"

"Yes. You know what that means?"

She shook her head. She had a pretty good idea, but she was really afraid it might mean not fucking him, or fucking him sometime other than right this fucking second. "It means you're a toy, who I can fuck. Understand?"

She shook her head again. Holy shit, her pussy – or was it a cunt? sir seemed to like dirty talk, so now it was a cunt. Her cunt was so wet she could feel it dribbling down her thighs.

"A toy is a thing someone plays with. So now... I'm going to play with you."

Oh thank fucking Christ, it was about time. "Goody! What would you like to play first, sir?"

Sir looked at his friend. "You know, Shane, in the part of me that believed your offer was possible, I really figured I wouldn't be able to resist, ahem, 'dem titties,' as you put it." She giggled and cupped her tits for him. Both men stared; she wanted to slap the other guy, but whatever. Sir was all that really mattered. She was his toy, after all, and hopefully would get herself fucked.

"Only now... I worry I may have overlooked her other charms. Seriously, my friend... dat ass, as you would say." She grinned and twirled for him, thrusting out her voluptuous posterior, uncaring whose eyes took it in as long as sir was pleased.

"What, you don't got time for both? You're all paid up, yo – I got nowhere else to be."

She nodded. "Fuck both? Please?"

Sir smiled at that. "Say that again."

Aha! Another one of his turn-ons. She filed 'begging' away along with 'dirty talking' and 'big-tittied big-assed celebrity millionaire fuck toys.' She adopted her most submissive tone.

"Fuck me, sir, please. Pretty, pretty please? Fuck my jiggly, slutty titties, and my big round ass? My whorish little mouth? Please, pretty please with extra, extra sugar on top, fucking stick your big hard cock in my needy, greedy little wet cunt, sir?"

Had she overdone it? Arthur looked taken aback. "I realize you promise to incite arousal, but this level of lust, it's just... unnatural."

She took his hands and shoved her titties into them. "Sir, I promise you... I'm all natural."

He fucked them first after all.

*****

Ultimately, however, to remove sex from role-playing games altogether is to nullify some of the most fundamental aspects of life – love, pleasure, and the creation of still more life. Carnal desire is among the most potent factors influencing behaviors in the real world, so – barring certain magical alternatives – why should it not be in fantasy as well?