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Erin the Librarian 13 - 4K
🕑 Added 2025-01-10 14:00:17 +0000 UTCUpdate: Yeah, seven months to finish the story is kinda pushing it. :P
Time and time again, Erin has learned that sets of scantily clad and near-nude pictures will earn her enough to pay the bills. Showing a little skin is more than enough enticement for prospective supporters -or- getting current ones to up-level their membership to where the true-nudes live. She has, however, learned that the real money...beyond simply making enough to pay her utility bill and car note...lives in commissioned photo sets and themed videos.
Most of them are pretty innocuous...stripping down from a full set of lingerie to a bare-assed smile, toy-play on her canopy bed, or slathering herself in baby oil. Some can be a little out there in left field...fuzzy handcuffed while cosplaying as Sailor Jupiter or consuming her own whipped cream bikini (while cosplaying as Sailor Jupiter) come to mind. A rare few, however, have bordered on her list of verboten fetishes...dressed in baby clothes while making goo-goo, gah-gah noises, for example. And then there's that one guy who really, really likes to see her doing menial chores around the house (washing dishes, vacuuming, mopping the kitchen, etc.) while wearing butt-flap pajamas...and a butt plug...and pays top dollar for it.
Sports fetishes, on the other hand, are a recurring theme for her. Of her many, many fans, a large majority of them can't help but point out how they can't get enough of her 'sporty' body. Football: American and European. Tennis: the shorter the skirt, the better. Cricket: Most times, she only wears the helmet and shin guards while wielding a strategically placed 'willow' between her legs. Of course, some lewd commentary, such as "How sticky do I make your wicket?", is always appreciated by her commissioners.
Kat, now having filmed and participated in a great many of Erin's commissioned works, is no longer surprised when she walks in on her best friend and finds her in some compromising position. Having just dropped her kids off at school, the green-skinned woman doesn't bat an eyelash when she walks through Erin's front door and finds her baseball-clad bestie acting out some scenario in front of the camera. The cap and glove are nothing out of the norm, and the tiniest of ringer t-shirts and cut-off shorts combo barely raises an eyebrow...but the huge, novelty-sized hotdog she's brandishing gives Kat a moment of pause.
Kat watches for a moment as Erin makes a few salacious gestures for the camera, not acting out the usual baseball -player- shtick, but rather, pretending to be some fan up in the bleachers.
Erin: Hey batta-batta-batta, suh-wiiinng batta!
Erin hits the pause button, giving Kat a quizzical look...and in doing so, matches the equally puzzled expression staring back at her.
Kat: Nice one, Ferris Bueller. Ummm... Please tell me you're not gonna...
Erin: Not gonna... What?
Kat: You know...
Kat proceeds to make a series of lewd, yet confusing hand gestures...circling her thumb and forefingers, jerking her fist back and forth at face level while forming her open mouth into an 'oh'. Erin cocks her head in amusement, smirking as she narrows an eyelid and raises the opposite eyebrow, watching as Kat makes the same hand gesture, this time at crotch level.
Erin faces the camera and hits the record button, her expression changing to a suggestive, squint-eyed stare. Dropping the baseball mitt, she grasps the oversized wiener with both hands, making a point of flicking her tongue against the tip of the giant frankfurter. Pushing the phallus into her mouth, her eyes pop open in gleeful anticipation...and then she takes a bite of it. The pink-haired woman makes a purely carnal-sounding 'mmmm' noise of enjoyment as she chews the mouthful of meat.
Kat can only blink, staring on as Erin swallows back the huge mouthful. Another bite, this time slow and deliberate, her eyes flickering as she takes in a much more sizeable portion of the girthy sausages' length. Kat quivers all over, scarcely aware that her hand has dropped to her crotch. Erin's lips still encircling the massive dog, a dollop of yellow mustard smeared across her cheek, she chews and chews. Kat's fingers press against her ever-dampening mound, listening to the most lustful and guttural-sounding swallowing noises she's ever heard.
A moment later, Erin's eyes roll back in her head, her eyes watering as she pushes in the last mouthful...the pink-haired woman coughs and heaves, seemingly overburdened by the remainder of the pinkish-colored cylinder. After the briefest pause, Erin gives the camera a smile around the giant wiener and begins to hum the all-too-familiar tune of 'Take me out to the ball game'. Chomping at the last of the offending chunk of meat, she chews and chews, continuing to hum until she swallows hard.
Taking in a long and ragged-sounding inhale, she gives the camera a lecherous, open-mouthed smile, a tendril of the yellow condiment penduluming from her chin. Licking the remnants of the greasy coney from her finger, she gives the camera a sultry rendition of the last of the song aloud, making a point of blowing the commissioner a kiss when she reaches the last stanza.
Erin: Let me root, root, root for the home team. If they don’t win, it’s a shame. For it’s one, two, three strikes, you’re out, at the old ball game.
Tapping the record button, Erin turns to her bestie-with-benefits, and can't help but to let out a bark of laughter. Naked, save for a pair of panties around one ankle, Kat gestures with her free hand, the other busily fingering the drooling gap between her labia.
Kat: Ohh, you are sooo getting to second base.
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Original Art by Ghostbot
Colors and Edits by Phillipthe2
