Help me finish a story, Humiliated at school (all 18+ seniors)

This is what I have till now….

You were a real bitch at school.
Nobody liked you.
You would always tease the guys, so much so that no one ever wanted to date you, and you resented us for that.
You’d always get people in trouble, even if it wasn’t their fault.

Enough is enough. So a few people who were actually friends got together and concocted a plan one day.
We were gonna humiliate that bitch. So bad she’d never forget.

So how it went down, was through maticulous planning and lots of communication (loaded a PTT app on everyone’s phone like in Chicago PD)

We all planned that you’d be forced to wet yourself in the corridor because all the toilets were either locked or busy.

So the day it’s going down, everyone is so friendly to you, offering a drink here and a drink there. Eventually after a few hours (you held out longer than we thought), you were headed off to the bathroom, but every bathroom was locked “for maintenance” or currently occupied.

“fuck” you thought, but you could hold out. 1, maybe 2 hours at most…. But then, walking down the corridor, it happened. You pissed yourself. Everyone was laughing at you, everyone was recording it….

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Black lawyer

Ok honey I have to go! I hung up on my husband.
I’m sorry about that Mr. Smith, I said in my southern accent. I was handling his divorce case (of course that’s not his real name that would be a breach of client privilege!)

Are you happy Mrs. Anderson? He asked

The question caught me off guard… Happy about what? I asked

Your marriage? Are you happy in your marriage?

Yes I replied. But I had hesitated.

He smiled at me, I caught my wife fucking a black guy he said looking into my eyes… no offense!
Yes I’m a black lawyer, I worked hard but I had help! As a young black woman it’s hard to do by yourself!

Any way Mr. Smith scooted his chair closer to my and put his hand on my thigh.
I’ve never had a black woman before he said looking me in the eye.

Now this is the part you must know as a woman if I punched him in the jaw he’d have me disbarred, as a black woman I wouldn’t work as a lawyer ever again.

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100 Smut Prompt Challenge Day 1 – A Vanilla Beginning [MF, :o sex!]

*Hai there!! I want to complete a 100 smut prompt challenge. I had trouble finding one that I particularly like, so* [*I made one myself*](https://docs.google.com/document/d/1TiL6zzxFT62NwuF2tnkzV_Scyi7HZvulKO7jSQC0nNk/edit?usp=sharing)*! It’s not necessarily in a specific order and it’s a tad repetitive, but getting together 100 unique(ish) ideas is pretty hard!!! That being said, if anyone has any suggestions, feel free to let me know! Otherwise, you can always just read ones that pop up that look interesting! Regarding characters, I wanted something with the same core characters in a roughly sensible timeline, but don’t hold me to it!! Also as a note, the “main” relationship is probably going to be FF, so… I hope y’all are all good with a lot of hot and wet woman on woman action!! Without further ado, finally ending this long note, let us met our characters and set some background!!*

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I held him in a long kiss, our tounges dancing between our locked lips, feeling one another, tasting one another. It hasn’t been even a month since I pulled into the driveway, awestruck at the magnificent “house” I was to stay in. I had stepped out in an outfit that said: “I’m cute, I know it, and I like to have fun, but I’m not a slut and I know where to draw the line”. I had greeted my 6 other housemates, listened to the rules, unpacked my bags, parked my old car in the garage. And now I’m half-naked wrapped in the arms of one of my housemates.

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Dogs run a train on me

I’m the only black woman in my apartment building. I’m actually the only woman. With this quarantine bull shit I got bored very quickly! So everyone has been practicing social distancing, but sometimes by chance I get caught in the elevator with a neighbor…

Almost all the men on my floor have dogs.

So I’m in the elevator with Tim and his Black Lab Bruce,
I’m wearing a sun dress no panties because why the fuck not.
When Bruce walks over to me and starts sniffing and licking at my pussy!
Bad dog says Tim pulling Bruce away from me.

Sorry about that he’s attracted to beautiful woman, says Tim. I smile back no problem! I couldn’t wait for this all to be over I was so horny ?. Although I never expected this!

Hold the elevator! Some one shots. Here comes Andy with his Golden Retrieve.??‍♂‍ Fuck my life. The golden retriever slams into me and fall over. My dress hikes up and you can see my bare black ass!

And too top it off the Bruce the Black lab starts licking my pussy!

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The Blush

She blushed as his tongue lapped greedily at the damp fold between her legs. Moaning, she curled her fingers around the thick tufts of his sandy blonde hair, urging him to continue as she became wetter and wetter. Finally, he found her special spot and his licks became kisses. Opening her eyes, she watched him stand up, gasping as she noticed his thick cock had grown into a massive, veiny monster whose tip drooled pre-cum.

Much more can be found on my blog [https://mr69erotica.blogspot.com/](https://mr69erotica.blogspot.com/)

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Taking One For the Team: PT One [MF] [Interracial] [Big Boobs] [Straight]

I work at a shipping firm. Mainly I just take orders from my boss, then tell others what she wants. Normally the moment she comes in she heads straight to her office, closes the door then calls for me over the intercom. Then the barking begins.

Today I looked up at the time. Four minutes from now the doors will open up and she will walk in. As usual, I had her coffee ready, the sales reports ready, as well as a few other things that she had texted me earlier that she wanted when she came in.

Like clockwork, the doors opened. She came walking in, passing all the other people in their cubicles. I jumped up and started walking by her side.

“Morning,” I said.

She put her hand out. I put the coffee in her hand, she took a sip of it. She nodded her approval. She pushed the door to her office open then walked in. Usually, this is where I would turn away, then walk back to my desk until she needed me.

“Come in,” she said motioning for me to come in.

I had left a box on her desk that morning.

Nicki Minaj Called Me (Part 3/3)

[Link To Part 2]( [https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/ga1emz/nicki_minaj_called_me_part_23/](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/ga1emz/nicki_minaj_called_me_part_23/))

I woke up groggy the next morning. To my relief, the door was closed and I was alone. Comfortable.

I slid on my Buddy Holly glasses. At peace with the solitude around me… until I saw a letter lying on the dresser. The elaborate scribbled scrawl told me all I needed to know: Nicki had snuck in here during the night. Groaning, I grabbed the letter.

There was the schedule literally spelled out for me: gym, shower, interview. Even a curated wardrobe was included.

I put on the tight gym shorts. The red sleeveless shirt. Upon opening the bedroom door, Bobby Helms’s “Jingle Bell Rock” bombarded me. Not to mention this mansion’s blizzard… I couldn’t help but think how some people would find the holiday playlist a welcome reprieve from the Nickimania usually blasting. But not me. I missed the pop music in the face of this seasonal shit.

Then I hit the gym. The treadmill, the crunches. My meager weightlifting. All under those cameras’ red eyes. Not to mention the bizarre wax figure standing in the corner. The one watching me this whole time: a life-size Roman waxwork. Complete with the blonde wig, messy black dress… that deranged scowl.

Nicki Minaj Called Me (Part 2/3)

[Part 1]( [https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/ga1dvs/nicki_minaj_called_me_part_13/](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/ga1dvs/nicki_minaj_called_me_part_13/))

The shower was quick and painless. Only when I went back to my room there wasn’t the closet catalog to choose from: just the tight jeans and tight black t-shirt already sprawled out on the bed. Already selected by Nicki.

Later on, I walked past the constant cameras. The clothes tight and stylish. Just like how Nicki wanted them. I heard Tom Petty’s “Christmas (All Over Again)” coming from that dancefloor. Nicki’s Christmas playlist a twenty-four hour affair. The club open all night… Only Club Staff wasn’t. Down the hall I saw its door still closed. The lights off inside. Its Nicki soundtrack silent. Her wax sisters no longer partying since Ash and I left.

Ready for the Queen, I journeyed through the labyrinthe. The Christmas maze, the lights. The mairjuana tree. The long hallways and glowing gold records.

I only made one beer detour. One stop amongst the many roadside bars. After downing three bottles of Dos Equis, I felt more relaxed. More comfortable for Nicki and I’s forthcoming conversation.

I saw the open doorway leading to the studio. Leading me to Nicki Minaj. I glanced down at the tight jeans that would surely get her salivating. Took a deep breath. My soul with some hesitation before I went straight inside.

Nicki Minaj Called Me (Part 1/3)

I had no intention of ever going back. All these months later, and [the Nicki Minaj Experience](https://www.reddit.com/r/rhonnie14/comments/bdceon/premiere_i_was_hired_to_write_nicki_minajs/) still haunted me. Still lingered in my dreams and nightmares. Ash and I were only there for a few weeks but what felt like years given the sexual mania.

I felt exhausted from sex both pleasurable and taboo. All of it enjoyable even through the pain. Of course, by the time Nicki let us go, I was more than ready to leave her L.A. pink palace behind for our cozy apartment in Albany, Georgia. Even if Ashley wasn’t. And even if I never did get a biography out of it.

Being a newly-freed sex slave did present some problems. No longer could I rely on the Queen spoiling us. Soon, my book money ran dry. My series of odd jobs from [911 trainee](https://www.reddit.com/r/rhonnie14/comments/bxqm1e/premiere_this_is_my_scariest_911_call_and_it/) to [7th grade English teacher](https://www.reddit.com/r/rhonnie14/comments/cscing/premiere_i_found_a_disturbing_note_in_my_middle/) were predictable disasters. Here I was back to being a deadbeat horror writer. My small, loyal fanbase glad to see me churning out stories… Even if I was struggling to make any real cash. And on top of everything else, my ass was still sore heading into December.