collection of stories you shouldn't read at work
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I can’t find the right literotica tag because forced lesbian” always brings up straight girls forced into lesbian sexual which is the opposite of what I’m looking for
Day Three
Cunt awoke to the sound of footsteps sneaking into her room. She opened her eyes slightly to catch a glimpse of herself in the nearby mirror. She was happy with everything so far; she was still a smokeshow! As the footsteps got closer, she pretended to still be asleep, as she became aware of the nearby submissive, the same one who awoke her the morning before. She was preparing for the soft kiss, but instead, she was treated to a leashed collar being placed around her neck, followed by the sound of the same feet running away from her. Well, that was odd, but at least she finally had her collar. She opened her eyes just in time to see her door being thrown open. In the doorway stood Mistress.
Cunt felt like she hadn’t spoken much in her time here and, as Mistress stood silently in her doorway, she thought this might account for why she looked so mad, madder than usual even. Cunt opened her mouth to speak, but was immediately met by Mistress’ spit, going expertly directly into her mouth. She instinctively went to spit it out, but Mistress had other ideas, slapping her hard across the face, causing both of their saliva to smear across her reddening face. Before she had a chance to react, Mistress grabbed Cunt’s leash and pulled her to the ground in front of her, taking the opportunity to place her heeled shoes across Cunt’s outstretched hands, holding her in place.
He swung the door open and looked inside. Quiet. No feet under the stalls. He ducked into one. He tapped a message into his phone. Moments later, the door opened again. He tapped his foot twice. She ducked into the next stall. “I only have a minute,” she whispered.
“That’s ok. This will only take a minute,” he said.
“A minute? Somebody got you worked up.”
“Deliveries always get me worked up.”
“You were already worked up.”
“Yes. Yes I was.”
“Shhh! Not so loud. Somebody might hear.”
“There’s nobody here but us,” he said. “This whole floor is only half occupied. And today is Friday.”
“I know, but still. What if somebody comes?” She trailed off.
“Somebody?” He laughed. “Somebody’s gonna come alright.”
“Someone else.”
“They can come too if they want to.”
“Degenerate bastard. I knew you were going to say that.”
“It’s alright. I’ll be quiet. You know me,” he said.
She snickered. “I do. You’re a pervert.”
“And yet. Here you are.”
“And yet. Here I am. And here I sit. You have it in your fist already, don’t you?”
She had waited for this moment for months. He would be in town in less than a week. She had saved up enough money for an airline ticket and surprisingly, was able to convince him to come visit. In a few days time, he would be hers. Completely hers. And she His. The mere thought alone made her twitch. Her body yearned for him like fire does oxygen. The very first time they spoke, she felt it. He has a certain kindness to him. Understanding. Authority. And my god, his intelligence was sexy.
The day had finally come. She had to pick him up from the airport in an hour. Nerves were eating away her insides. She was sweating and shaking, yet became moist between her thighs thinking of the possibilities to come.
She walked into the airport, carrying a sign as he had instructed. Not that he needed to know who she was. He had already seen every inch of her in photos and videos. Stumbling over her own feet, she finally made it to the gate where he would be walking out. She sat down and waited. When the plane landed and people started walking out, she became nervous. She stood up and held up the sign that read “Sir” as he instructed. She joked about it before but he thought it funny to make her actually do it. She was to hold the sign up with her eyes closed.
Throbbing.
Aching.
Gasping for what her body needs as the evidence of her struggle streams down her face.
The world a blur as she slows her heart the best she can, yet each breath just doesn’t seem to be big enough.
Curled upon the ground, she lifts herself up slowly as the footsteps get closer.
The taste of her own crimson fresh in her mouth and the warm sensation from the source trickling ever so slightly down her thigh.
She feels his strong hands lift her from underneath her arms as she still tries to breathe, barely able to make out his face through the tears.
And as he embraces her, the pain subsides.
His warmth seemingly mending her aching body.
She can feel her heart slow and relief floods her body.
As she floats in his arms, he whispers two words in her ear.
Just two soft words.
An uncontrollable smile finds its way across her face.
Those two words were all she needed to hear for her to realize all that had transpired up to that point, was all worth it in the end.
“Wow, that was the best dinner you’ve ever made mom. Seriously, you’ve outdone yourself!” Frank leaned back in his chair, full from the wonderful holiday meal.
The house was fully decorated, wreath and garlands, red bows and sparkling ornaments hanging from the walls. The holiday meal was almost complete, but desert needed to be finished. While their mom was in the kitchen putting the pies in the oven, Frank, Mike and Bailey sat around the dinner table, stacking the used plates and silverware for cleaning.
“So, pretty great way to finish off the holiday season, isn’t it?” Mike stated, patting his belly and looking back and forth between his wife and his brother. Frank looked at his sister-in-law, who sat beside him, with a sly grin.
“I can think of an even better finish.” Frank said in almost a whisper to her. Mike didn’t seem to notice, and he stood up to collect the plates and take them to the kitchen.
She made him feel something within himself he didn’t even know was there. She brought out his hidden alpha. He wanted to be rough with her, tell her what to do, pull her hair back, smack her ass, and most of all, dominate her. It was a slow climb to this peak he found himself at. She told him she liked being dominated, liked being rough and slowly they chipped away until his true self stood over her with a certain confidence that she found irresistible.
They were kissing in bed and suddenly, he felt the urge wash over him like a wave. He held her face tenderly and looked her in the eyes when he said “Take it off for me.” She was under his spell. She loved that he had found this almost- alter ego whenever he became aroused. She has always secretly had a fantasy of being controlled this way. Her boyfriend was still the sweet and friendly man she fell for months ago but she was addicted to this side of him.
“Now”.
So as a huge fan of the Witcher I decided to express my love for the franchise as others on this sub do. Creating smut. As a budding author with no artistic skill I decided to do it by writing some lewd fanfics. I publish the stories on Questionable Questing and Archiveofourown. The stories reimagine elements of the Witcher 3 story and gradually become more and more AU. But I do try to do justice to the lore. Hope you enjoy! Let me know what you think.
Would love to get feedback, discussion and ideas about the story and the smut, and on future arcs from fellow fans and Witcher lovers!
Archive of our own profile:
[https://archiveofourown.org/users/Tornadoboy/works](https://archiveofourown.org/users/Tornadoboy/works)
Questionable Questing
[Geralt’s Romances](https://forum.questionablequesting.com/threads/geralts-romances-the-witcher-3.11227/)
[Serving the Empress](https://forum.questionablequesting.com/threads/serving-the-empress-witcher.11296/)
Through a sudden change of circumstances, Rebekah found herself without a roommate, and a steep rent to pay. She put up the listing looking for a female roommate on a handful of online listings. She was looking for someone clean first and foremost, but also someone who wouldn’t bring unwanted drama into her life, and someone who could be on her own without expecting to hang out every night. She immediately got a few responses, mostly from men seeing if she would reconsider her gender policy, but a few women as well who seemed decent enough to meet up with for lunch or something. She set up times with two of them as soon as possible so she could get help before the first of the month.
She met the first girl for lunch the next day. The conversation was nice—she went to the same school, was also into arts, and had decided she was done with dating guys for while—and there wasn’t anything wrong with her on the face, but Rebekah just felt that she was a little too eager, *too* nice. At the end of the meal she lied and said she would call the girl back by the end of the week.
Please Daddy,
Let me please you. Tell me all the dirty little things that make you tick, all the things that make you want to push me to my limits.
Tie me up,
Pin me down,
Throw me against a wall,
Claim me for you and only you to have for the rest of all time.
I see glimpses at the naughty things you look at online, you can only change what’s displayed on your phone so fast.
I want you to show me. I want you to take my hand and show me how hard just the idea of the naughty things you want us to do gets you. Tell me to watch you please yourself, and make me wait for it.
Please Daddy, I’m begging you. I’ve been a good girl, I deserve something for my hard work…
Or maybe you want me to act up?
Could that be it?
Daddy, do you need a reason to spank me?