Justa pimpin' and a hookin'

Mar 29, 2012 12:49

THE PROSTITUTE MEME

How to play:

01. Post with your character/fandom/preference. Also state if you want to be the client or prostitute.
02. Tag others and use RNG to get an option, or don’t. Remember, you don’t have to give/get money. Sometimes people do it for drugs, cigarettes, food and other such things ( Read more... )

warning: possible triggers, rated: nc17, rated: r, smut

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Murphy MacManus || The Boondock Saints || OTA || Prostitute 4_thee_my_lord March 29 2012, 22:22:07 UTC
4_thee_my_lord April 2 2012, 19:17:17 UTC
"Yeh can call me whatever yeh want." Murphy clarified, not comfortable about giving his real or fake names either. At least he was open about it.

With expert hands, he unbuckled the boy's belt, unzipped his pants and fished in his underwear, soon pulling the limp cock out.

Looking up at him again, he started tugging on the soft cock. "Yeh want me ta call yeh somethin'?"

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on_teh_trail April 2 2012, 19:34:52 UTC
Everything in Copper's chest was all mixed up. He shifted uncomfortably as the man with the accent that he'd only just noticed drew him out into the cool, damp night.

His hand was so hot and insistent. No one had ever touched him there before. ... He didn't think he was going to get hard, how fucking embarrassing is that? And that thought didn't help.

"I'm Copper..." He tipped his head back against the wall, his gaze fixed on the corner where the wall met the ceiling. "... And you're Tod."

Something turned in his stomach and he groaned as his cock started to throb.

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4_thee_my_lord April 2 2012, 19:44:44 UTC
As tempted as he was to drag the handjob, Murphy knew that it wouldn't be fair on the clearly inexperienced boy. It would barely take any work from his mouth to make him come.

"Hi Copper." He mumbled, looking in his pocket for the condom and taking it to his mouth, tearing the aluminum foil pouch with his teeth.

Placing its tip on the end of Copper's dick, he slowly rolled it down on him.

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on_teh_trail April 2 2012, 20:05:27 UTC
"H-hi." He stammered back, feeling ridiculous but not knowing what else to do.

He whined at the feeling of the condom rolling down his length. It was a little disappointing: He'd heard the guys mouthing off about how they couldn't feel anything when their bitches made them put them on. But... at the same time he was relieved that the guy used protection.

"Feels tight..." Maybe he was bigger than average? Did they make bigger sizes?

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4_thee_my_lord April 2 2012, 20:45:54 UTC
"Is it too uncomfertable?" Murphy asked, looking up as his fingers closed around Copper's lenght again, slowly wanking him to his full height.

"I'm not goin' ta do it without a condom. My rules." He clarified. "Yeh can take yer money away if yeh don't like it."

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on_teh_trail April 2 2012, 21:36:23 UTC
He'd been considering maybe asking how much it'd cost for him to do without the rubber. Maybe he was naive and not playing the game here, but he believed that then male hooker had a line. He wanted to believe it.

"No... No, it's fine. I'll get used to it..."

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4_thee_my_lord April 2 2012, 21:40:01 UTC
Murphy simply nodded, relieved over how the kid agreed without throwing a hissy fit.

Cupping Copper's balls, Murphy kneaded them as he closed his mouth around the tip of the boy's cock. He teased the spot a bit, barely taking half of that cock, gradually moving his head to take him inch by inch deeper into his mouth.

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on_teh_trail April 2 2012, 23:00:43 UTC
Even through the thin layer of latex he could feel the guy's hot breath on his length. Fuck, instantly he wondered what it felt like without? And then that thought spiraled away as the soft pressure of his lips pressed against him.

He couldn't control the little shudder that went through his body, the spazming shallow jerk that he managed to reign in at the last minute. He blinked up at the water stains on the ceiling and let his moan come out.

"... Tod..."

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4_thee_my_lord April 2 2012, 23:06:42 UTC
He was past having him halfway into his mouth, the tip of Copper's dick finding it's way to Murphy's throat. It was a good thing that dominating his gag reflex had not taken long. It had saved a lot of practice and embarrassment, that was for sure.

As Copper called out his fake name, Murphy was sure that it sure belonged to someone else. There was no hesitation at all. Need, even.

He hummed in respose, making the lenght resting over his tongue vibrate, as his nose finally burried itself in Copper's bushy pubic hair.

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on_teh_trail April 3 2012, 21:41:44 UTC
Whining, he tilts his head down to look at the other. It took moment's hesitation before he brought his hands up to grip in his hair. He didn't want to hurt him though: One of the things he was most adamant in life was that he wasn't the same as his dad. He'd do what pleased Amos, but he wasn't the same.

And besides, this was Tod, right? And he'd never hurt Tod.

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03~! dukefuckinwayne March 30 2012, 15:06:29 UTC
Rocco knew exactly what kind of bar this was before he even stepped foot into it. He'd heard the guys talking about it, knew some of them frequented it, and he was just drunk enough to say fuck it and go take a peek. For once, he had extra cash and he deserved to get fucking laid! Laid, like, really fucking good.

He just didn't expect to see Murphy fucking MacManus in a place like this. He squinted, stared hard like he didn't actually believe his eyes. Maybe he'd had way more booze than he'd realized,but... no fucking way. "Murph'?"

He was torn between laughing and maybe just gawking because no fucking way did Murphy work at or even visit a skeevy place like this, right?. "Dude, what the fuck are you even doin' here?"

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Babe! <3 Man, I owe you tags so bad, sorry! College is killing me 4_thee_my_lord April 1 2012, 08:35:54 UTC
It had taken a while, but Murphy's extroverted personality had helped him to get used to the job. It was all smiling, getting the client drunk and small talk. If he was lucky enough, the booze meant he only had to perform with his hand or mouth. Or closing his thighs around the client could fool any drunk fuck.

What time hadn't prepared him for though, was hearing any familiar voices.

Turning sharply on his spot, he almost drops his drink as Rocco puts a face to the voice he had already recognised. "And what the fuck are yeh doing here?!"

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