[GM4F] The Black Gate (or The Interdimensional Time-travelling Escort) ⬛️💋

The black folds around you and you are compelled to walk through it, just as you have a thousand times before. As the cool darkness envelops you, you feel revitalized. Hunger is satiated, thirst is quenched, your body is healed and rested. New garments begin to adorn you, caressing your soft skin.

As you take the next step forward, you feel the ground rise to meet your feet and, just like that, you’re in the next place...

Earth Prime, Washington DC, January 22nd, 1961

“Ask not what your president can do for you,”

”Guck… guck...guck!” is her response as her red lips engulf the shaft of his swollen cock.

“But what you can, er-uh, do for your president.” She pulls her mouth off him with a resounding “pop” and glances up at him, her eyelids half closed, a long rivulet of saliva stringing between her mouth and the tip of his prick. “What can I do for you… Mr, President?”

Yenlar, Orcish Territory, 22nd day of Churl, 5000 after Draxl

“Yes, girl,” he smacks her rump. “Ride it!” Her perfect, heart shaped ass bounces up and down, her pussy winking at him from underneath as it engulfs the orc’s long, dark green shaft. Chief Yurlan, son of Yerlon was used to being pleasured by many women, but none of his concubines could fuck his cock like this one.

“Oh… unnn… yes my Chieftain,” she shrieked, her gold bracelets clinking softly inside the great tent. “Take me… ooooOoooh right there…!”

Earth Prime, London, June 23rd, 1509

“Oh, si. Díos… si!” Catherine, the new Queen of England moaned as she pressed the folds of her sex against her concubine’s. She'd already made the Queen climax once that evening. As she felt the Queen quicken the pace of her hips as the continued their scissoring, she knew she was about to cum again.

“Yes,” she hissed greedily. “Cum my Queen. Cum for your mistress!”

Earth-12, Los Angeles, September 12th, 2036

“Oh, god. Yes, officer. Fuck!” She moaned, her face against the rain-soaked hood of the patrol spinner. Her eyes rolled up to look back at the cop as he fucked her. His sillouette black agains the neon night above. A large blimp sailed overhead, its loud speakers echoing, “AT&T Reach Out And Touch Someone”

Hello!

I've written the above prompt where I will be the GM. Essentially, you are an inter-dimensional VIP escort/pleasure girl. Or, if you’d rather, some other type of extra-dimensional/temporal being (succubus, demon, cursed witch, space adventurer trapped into a new, infinite existence as an immortal cock sleeve). I will be playing your “customers/patrons” for a lack of a better term. Orcs from a fantasy realm, alien monsters, human astronauts, historical figures, you do them all! You are the most desired female... and you love your job.

This prompt is designed so that we don’t get too bogged down in the planning or origins of it all. You don’t know why you do what you do. You just know it must be done. The black gate appears and you walk through and appear in the next place, perfectly outfitted based on the desires of your new client. The gate reappears only once you have slaked the lust of those to whom you have been brought.

Who (or what?) will be waiting for you when you next step out of the gate?