I had a fun idea just now. I'm getting a lot of good feedback for my stories and pictures (thanks again everyone for being so nice!). So I thought it would be fun to have my own writing competition. Here it is:

The challenge: Write me a story based on one of my pictures. The name of the picture should be in the title. Otherwise the story can be about whatever you want.

The prize: Either I will write you a story of your choosing (I'm your babysitter, daughter, student, whatever you're into) or you get a more revealing picture of me. There can be multiple winners if I can't pick a favorite.

Tips: Since I will be choosing the winner(s) is it only fair I tell you some things you may want to avoid. I am turned off by anal, water sports/scat, excessive pain, bleeding. and guy on guy (it is fine if you like it, just not for me). I won't tell you what I like because then everyone will write stories like that. Be creative and let the pictures inspire you.

Rules: I will have time on Friday to read through them so please have them done by Thursday night. Post the story either on the forum or main site and send me a message linking me to it titled "The Amanda Challenge."

Thank you and good luck!

 

I'll try, but I'm far from being an auther.

 

Challenge accepted! Or is that copyrighted?

?!?


-Elric

 

It's on. Post it here?

 

Amanda Challege - Classic with a twist...

DISCLAIMER: I'm not a writer... just a very warped golfer with a unique state of mind. Enjoy.

"Oh dear God, please give me the gift of laughter, the absence of thinking, and the balls to do this."

Two hours of this rambling to the almighty, not that he/she's paying attention. Probably solving hunger, or dealing with priests or some shit. Eh, fuck it. what do I care? I'm off to do something incredibly daring and retarded. What the hell was I thinking agreeing to this?? Randomly meeting some stranger, off the internet, in a distant location. They make horror stories that start like this – and porn too! And Las Vegas was a nice location. Gambling, fun, and decent heat. It's dry heat... so I won't sweat as much golfing. Bali Hai Golf Course, here I come!! And a sweet little thing like her. That's why I'm doing this, a little fun in my life. And even if she pulls a No Show, i'm still good. She wanted to play her game, I have my games; roulette and golf. After all this is America's Playground right? If you're not having fun here, you're a corpse. Oh god, what was I thinking??? Another drink. The three in the airport lounge haven't kicked in yet.

"Can I get you something, sir?" asks the flight attendant, in her polo shirt and khaki shorts. She has that ‘Only 3 more hours and I'm off of this fucking tin bucket’-look about her. Not that I blame here. Not that you can step outside for a cigarette break at 20,00 feet, unless you have a parachute.

"Can I please get a rum and coke, light coke please? Here's $20 if you just wanna leave the bottle. I'm sure I'll need a refill very shortly. Thank you!" Me and my manners. Oh shit it worked! She smiles and gives me 2 bottles and a can. Yep... this'll fix those nerves!!

If I gave her a hunded... could I get a bigger bottle?

****
Its 8pm, local time - In Vegas. After checking into the Bali Hai Hotel, getting settled and all that crap, I finally slump in the chair in the suite. Thank god I splurged for this. I get into my email, and see a message from her. "Oh shit, nerves are back. Fucking Captain Morgan. Don't last when I need you, and kicks in when I don't. Mutiny, Captain. Mutiny is coming. I'm switching to Bacardi... nah. Shit, go with the Captain. He got you here" I think to myself. Shit, Captain did it.

Your instructions are very clear, and to the point.

[Lounge @ 9pm. Rules of Vegas Golf: 1) Only commandos allowed. No support needed. 2) Limit your cover, less is more, 3) If found playing Out of Bounds, game is over. Escorts are off-limits. 4) Game to be played in pairs or 3somes only - NO SOLO ACTION (shit... not jerking off. THAT's a tension breaker!!) 5) Rules subject to change. Have fun!]​

Ok, this was going to be fun!! An hour to get ready. Time to join the Captain's crew for another drink! Guess I’ll go with black slacks, gray knit shirt and black jacket, and black shoes. That’ll work, I think. Aww, hell. Where’s the Queer Eye guys when you need them to pick out an outfit??? I guess this will work.

***
I sit there at the lounge with my overpriced, watered down drink, in the dark secluded corner, with a vantage point overlooking the room. In a semi-circle layout, bar in the middle, and blue ambient lighting. Kinda swanky looking! The sound of slot machines are fairly drowned out by the sounds of some croaner singing. It sounds pretty nice. Not live of course, but still a nice setting. Not smoky, but very relaxing. I packed my Robusto in my jacket pocket for later. Hopefully for later. The cloth benches are a very nice touch, but in a lounge?? Very different. Not the usual cracked vinyl seating. The best part of the booth is the table cloth, draped all the way down the front. Very unique. I wonder why they do that? The flickering blue led candle has that nice intimate feel. As I down my drink, I look around and survey the room for what’s going on. And glance over to the door, and my heart skips a few beats. MEDIC!! And there you are.

You walk my way, simple A-line black cocktail dress, showing off those statuesque legs. The dress reminiscent of Audrey Hepburn's in "Breakfast at Tiffany's", it showcases your lovely breasts, pushing them up slightly, and sits well at your waist. Oh those luscious breasts. With your hair, and your makeup, you look incredible. Good enough to eat!! Maybe later. Mmm…. and those legs - long, slender and what's at the top... paradise. I stand up to greet you and apparently my legs aren't the only things that are up. My pants are a little tighter from my growing cock. We exchange the usual introductions, and kiss on the cheek and hug. I love the feel of your breasts against my chest and your tight frame against my body. Maybe I should have hit the gym more and lost those few extra pounds. As you put your hand down, you brush my erection. Damn, that felt good - really good. And I move my hand to your lower back and show you to our booth. Backless dress! No bra? Someone’s playing too!! Sweet. This will be really good! My eyes are instantly drawn to your ass, and those legs. Oh god, those legs. As you slide it to the booth, your dress comes up in the back. I pretend not to notice, but the cloth booth has lifted the back of your dress and exposed those lovely white ass cheeks, even just for a moment. It would be a good day to be a booth. I pat my cigar... gonna be a good night Cocky. Good night.

Having ordered our drinks and start with the small talk, my mind moves towards those legs, and what's between them. We chat and I occasionally glimpse at your chest. "I wonder what size breasts those are? Pink nipples? Brown? Puffy? Flat? Big areolas, small? Pierced? I could do that, but pierced hasn't worked in the past? Maybe she likes that!?" Ok, I'm a man, and I apply to all the stereotypes. I get it. I look into those eyes... I could get lost in there. And in the back of my mind was that little devil asking the big question. What's her "green" look like?

[Her "green" refers to her trimming. Slow green is stubble, tight green=landing strip, small green is a little patch, wet green is, duh, wet, and my favorite... a fast green. Nothing, bald.) I am a golfer after all. ​

So my mind is wondering with the beautiful woman in front of me, and as she's sipping on her cocktail, she crosses her goddess-like legs... and the question is answered: fast green, with... a pin?? Did I see right? Is her clit, pierced? My eyes were fixed and I'm entranced. You look over and catch me blinded in, well, shock. No other way to put it. I look up, almost embarrassed, but regain my composure, with smirk on my face like “yep, I’m busted. Hehe.” You lean over to me, as my head looks down, so I could pay attention to you, almost like my dick is ready to give you its full attention. I peer down, and see down the top of your dress. Looks freaking fantastic.

"Do you see whats your green?" you whispers in my ear? "Do you see the pin on the green? Ready to go shoot some rounds?" and your hand reaches over to feel my growing cock.

Its swelling with every movement of your hand. I reach over and feel your smooth legs, letting my fingers walk up your firm thigh. I can feel the heat coming off your slit. You move the slightest in the booth, and give me access to your wet pussy, while, I notice a slight coolness in my crotch. You’ve released my throbbing member from its confinement and are rubbing my cock head, with precum on your fingers. I move my fingers up to your clit and move the bar just slightly, and see you bite your lower lip. I start to rub your clit, and get your wetness on my two fingers I’m going to need. I bring one finger down your slit and feel for an opening to your pleasure.

Moving my way in my way in to your wetness, I feel toward top inside of your pussy for a little spot and see your eyes get much bigger. Your grip on my cock tightens and I hear some whimpering coming from you. I lean over asking if you enjoy it, you simply close your eyes and open them up, looking into my eyes. As our play goes on, I tell you that as much fun as I’m having you rub my cock, its time it when back inside, and we need to focus on you. You push my wanting hardon back inside my pants, and as soon as you zipper it back up, you scoot my way just the slightest enough for my finger to go deeper, and you softly moan. My other hand around you continues to rub the back of your neck and head, and I ask you if your close. With a nod, I continue, and put my other finger inside, with my thumb on your clit. You grab the table cloth and lean in moaning.

"Oh god, I’m cumming. Don’t stop, faster! KEEP GOING… FASTER. GIVE IT TO ME.. PLEASE!!!" And then I feel your pussy tightening on my fingers. I rub the top of your pussy walls, and feel a gush of juices on my hand. Not wanting to just pull out, I continue to rub your pussy walls, but leave your clit to cool down. As you gain your bearings, you look into my eyes and whisper…

“I think it’s time we go out of the clubhouse and play the first hole. Simple, straight fairway, with a fast, wet green. Don’t lose your ball.”

I pull my fingers out of you, and immediately, you bring your mouth to them licking your juices off. Sucking my fingers, and looking into my eyes, I’m ready to explode on the spot. Good thing for the black slacks!

"Check, please!"
***
At my room, you sit me down at my chair. You turn around, and ask me to unzip you out of your dress. As soon as the zipper hits the bottom, i put my hands on your hips, looking at you well shaped ass, and in awe of you. As you turn around, you let the dress fall to the floor, and stand there. Naked, with a piercing in your clit. I look up and see your well curved tits in my face. Not one to turn down opportunity, I cup your girls in my hand, placing my thumbs on your nipples, rubbing them. My cock grows in my pants. As I stand up, you unbutton my shirt and let it fall to the floor, and address my aching hard on in my pants. Slowly rubbing my dick through the linen, you go up and unbutton the top and slide the zipper down. My cock springs out to your hand and you start stroking it as I move to kiss you. Your lips, your neck, your ears. I love the taste of your lips, the softness of your kisses, and the smell of your neck. I plant kisses on your neck, moving to the back of your neck, by your ears. My tongue prodding and tasting areas. Mmmm.. you smell so good. Kissing your lips, I move my hands from your round breasts, down your stomach to your hips. I bring my hands up, gliding them against your stomach. It tenses up, ticklish I imagine. You bite my lip telling me that will cost me a stroke, and you stop stroking my cock.

I'm shocked. You move to the bed, climbing on with your ass in the air. I move over and drop to my knees with your wet, glistening pussy in front of my face. I start licking your clit, my "pin" and taste your sweet juices. As you coo with pleasure, I move my tongue into your hole, savoring what has been building up. My hands on your ass cheeks, just kneeding them just because I can. I love to rub your well-formed ass, your soft skin, the feel of it responding to my hands. I continue to lick your savory pussy , getting your juices all over my face. As you start grinding back, i put a finger in your pussy. Not deep, but against your mound on the inside. Your hips respond pressing your lips against mine and you moan with desire. Exploring and prodding my fingers find your pleasure spot inside you. when the walls, start gripping my finger, I fell your juices going over my face, and you start panting with your orgasm.

Oh, god yes, please!!! Don't stop, lick that pussy."

I focus on your clit with the bar in it. Sucking on the lips, flicking your clit with my tongue, I suck on the pin tugging on it slightly. You scream" OH FUCK!!!!!" and you grind wildly, coating my face with your cum. I greedily lick up all your juices, savoring the taste. Mmmm... The pink lips, exposed and spread open reveal a opening for more exploring.

You collapse on the side, and i crawl up beside you. Putting my finger in your mouth, you taste your juices that I just enjoyed. You look over, smiling at me and whisper to me, "Time for some golf. Is your driver hard and ready?"

Ready.

I lean back, just relaxing, my prick almost upright in the air. You lean over, taking the head in your warm mouth, and proceed to go down the shaft a little. Sucking and licking the head, you stroke my shaft. As you are doing this, your ass is in the air and moving your pussy back and forth. I reach over, between your legs, and start to rub your clit again. Moaning with my prick encapsulated in your mouth, the vibrations feel good on my dick. I put a finger in your pussy, then two, and start to finger fuck you. Your juices make it so easy for entry and taste so good. I lean over and lick your slit again, getting a bigger moan out of you. Discovering your pleasure areas, I feel a buildup in my shaft, and am getting closer. I start moaning some as our rhythm is getting synced. Your stroke for my circling your clit. I feel your pussy walls to start tightening my finger again.

“Where would you like to cum?” asking for permission, I guess. You’re the one in charge, and I have no problem with that. Thank god, someone else is for a change. I’m here at your mercy and command.

You don’t answer and start quickening the pace. My fingers are prodding faster and I found your pleasure spot on the inside wall. Your pussy clamps down on my fingers and my hand gets a wash with your juices. Your moaning sends vibrations down my dick and I erupt in your mouth sending ribbons of hot cum in your warm mouth. You swallow and lick the cum off my cock head and shaft, while I lick your cum off your pussy.

Bringing your head back up by mine, we kiss passionately and collapse into our embrace. My body is radiating with heat, and yours is still quivering. It will take time to recoup. We just hold each other and rub one another’s body, feeling curves, contours and little areas of sensitivity. My cock goes flaccid and is just laying there. Your body is glistening under soft lighting of the room. Perfect. This is perfection. No running around, complete relaxation.

You lean over, start rubbing my dick. In the relaxation, it’s gotten a bit soft. Stroking it and pulling it, it surprisingly comes back to life. I look over and plant soft kisses on your lips, and start to move down your neck, to your chest, and before I know it, it’s in my mouth. Mmm… your nipples are hard and sensitive to my tongue. Licking them and tugging on the with my teeth, sends a little shiver through your body. Your grip on my cock gets a little stronger. As I continue with my attention to your tits, my free hands wonders between your legs, and finds your warm welcoming slit. I flick the bar on your clit and you bring your hips up to my hand. I rub your pussy and feel the warm juices over my thumb and hand. I penetrate your warmth with my middle finger going straight for your pleasure spot.

Immediately, you push me on my back with both hands, and straddle me. You bring your wet pussy to meet my hard cock, with a drop of precum on the tip. I look into your eyes as if I’m trying to figure out what your intentions are. Once you part your warm, wet lips with the tip of my cock, I understand what you want. You lower your hips and fill your pussy with my hardon. I can feel the tightness on me. You start to rock back and forth, reach back to my knees giving me an unobstructed view of your pussy swallowing my cock. With the bar right there, I reach over and tug at it a little sending a squeal out of you. You keep rocking back and forth and I can feel your juices on me. I start playing with your clit with one hand and massage your tits with the other. Your rocking is not just back and forth, but going forth, you push me in a little further than before, and start to get faster and faster. Your pussy walls close in and grasp my cock and I’m completely at your mercy. As you start to climax, you put your hands on my chest and start fucking me, HARDER, FASTER, MORE, HARDER, FASTER. Your moaning and breathing quickens, my hands are on your hips, just giving me something to hold to. You pull my hands off and put them on the headboard, completely sinking yourself on me and I’ve lost any control. I am yours. You grind on my cock and with every thrust from you, I get closer and closer. My cock swelling inside of you. You grab my hands .

“I’m cumming, I’m cumming, HARDER, FASTER. FUCK ME!!! FUCK MY PUSSY!! DEEPER!! OH SHIT, YEAH!! KEEP GOING. OH GOOODDD!!! FUUUCKKK!!”
I feel a gush of your pussy juices all over my dick and on my thighs. I look up and tell you I’m ready to cum. You look down at me.

“Go ahead, give me your cum. Give it all to me.” And you squeeze your pussy walls, milking my cock of all my cum. I shoot squirt after squirt of warm cum into your pussy. I swear I lost a nut inside of you.

I lay there. Lifeless. I’m drained. You collapse on me, my prick still inside you. “Its ok sweetie. I’m on the pill. We’re good.” You wrap your arms around me and I engulf your naked body with my big arms.

“Thanks for telling me that. I’ve been cut for a number of years. Yeah, we’re good. No swimmers in there.” I let you know. Its funny how that never came up in our conversation, just our desires.

“Zero count cum. All the taste, none of the worry.” You laughing tell me. We chuckle and embrace tighter. Yeah. All the pleasure, none of the concerns. This was ecstasy.

You pull yourself off me, leaving goobs of cum on my cock and balls. Leaning over, you lick up the cum, and proceed to give me a deep, passionate kiss. MMm… yummy mixed cummy.

Putting your dress back on, and getting fixed, I get out of bed and stand up. Naked, wanting to be with you longer. I go into the bathroom, cleaning the juices off of my body. Hell, leave them on as far as I’m concerned. Feels better anyway!! But I know where this is going, or so I think.
“Where are you going? Did I do something wrong? Everything ok?” I’m concerned. It’s different for me. Will I ever see you again after tonight?
“Everything is perfect. I’m going back to my hotel and will contact you in the morning. Please send me your plans for the week. We have 5 more of fun to go. I hope you are able to keep up. “ as you tap my naked cock with your fingers.

And with that, you depart my room, leaving me there. Au natural, wanting you.

5 more nights?? I’m going to need some Viagra to keep up, in more ways than one.

 

don't think you shoulda posted here, that wouldn't be fair

 

Get your first 500 posts before I think about it...

 

Yeah, let me just take a mulligan on that one. Actually, here, there, where-ever. Does it "really" matter. Just puttin' it out there.

Sorry ya'll

 

Out come the post counters...

So is there something magical that happens at 500 posts? Do the skies part and the angles sing?

Does someone who post 500 times with "good story" or "great pic" somehow become a level of authority as opposed to someone who has been on the 'net' since the days of 300 baud acoustic couplers?

Hell, I remember when High Definition used to mean a gif with 256 colors as opposed to 16 and High Speed was a 2400 baud.

Should all with less than 500 posts end with 'Thank you Pledge Master may I have another?'

-Black Bane
Thank you Pledge Master may I have another?

 

How is it not 'fair'? Hell, I'd say he is at a disadvantage as it allows other authors to read what he has written then adjust their own writing should they choose.

Rules: I will have time on Friday to read through them so please have them done by Thursday night. Post the story either on the forum or main site and send me a message linking me to it titled "The Amanda Challenge."

To me that means anywhere either create a new thread or respond to hers, put it on the storyboard or whatever. The key seems to be sending her an note with the link to the story.

-Elric

 

Well said... I love it!!! 8)

 

I started to really dwell on this... and I remembered my prescription - Fukitol. When you really just don't give a shit.

I'm much more relaxed now. Anyway, advantage/disadvantage. I hope anyone likes it or laughs at it. Either way, its out there...

Thanks for the opportunity and the challenge.

 

Entered a story in this challenge. I'm thinking it might be a hoax unless the OP just isn't an active participant on forums.

Take my entry for what it's worth.

Every Now and Again (Challenge Entry)

 

I think it's a great idea.

 

Hmmm.... I'm still going to hold out need to see more from the OP

 

Submitted: http://stories.xnxx.com/story/36879/Amanda%27s_Story

 

https://forum.xnxx.com/showthread.php?t=247056

 

Being a twat is a bonus?

The point that was trying to be made is she is a member who has only posted 9 posts. She has uploaded some pics for which there has been no verification...and all because she may.....just may bestow the privilige of another pic?...
of what?
her cunt?
her tits?
there are more than enough women here willing to show that for nothing.....
just saying....

 

Ahh so at 500 posts it equals a verification picture? Or 500 posts of "good story" or "great picture" equals how many stories in the story section?

500 posts of publicly available porn equals how many unique stories?

Is there someplace that counts the number of words per post so we can determine if they have 500 useful posts? Or are 500 posts of meaningless crap also good enough.

As for a verification picture has anyone asked her for one? Kind of prejudice to knock her for not having a verification picture and have never asked. If you are going to write in the 'hope' of getting a picture then maybe you might want to ask for a verification picture prior to writing.

So when you and the rest of the pledge masters figure out all of the rules for your club, what makes someone a full member or not, then please do share with the rest of us neophytes.

Insofar as getting a few writers to write some stories, she does seem to have accomplished that goal no matter how you may look at her intentions for doing so. I do remind you it is your perceptions of what you may think her intentions are. Just like you are completely off the reservation if you think I participated in this with the hope of 'pictures.'

-Black Bane
Thank you Pledge Master may I have another?

 

Scotch.... Nah just figure she needs to get around let us get to know her... that kind of thing... 500 posts was arbitrary.... not exactly a real number it was more of I want to hear and see more....

Elric... 9 posts hardly a member makes... IDC about the pics... don't need them... just don't see ne point in writing a story for someone who... isn't going to be around to talk about it...