collection of stories you shouldn't read at work
link to my original post [links for next chapters, at the end of each part]:
[https://www.reddit.com/r/CelebCucking/comments/sqfbgh/dove_cameron_part1_since_when_i_can_remember_i/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3](https://www.reddit.com/r/CelebCucking/comments/sqfbgh/dove_cameron_part1_since_when_i_can_remember_i/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)
(Lyra’s adventures will be hopefully become a series) (Feel free to suggest what to add to her adventures)
Lyra was pushed by the crowd onto the train. Crammed into a heaving mass of bodies, her position was right next to the door, shoved uncomfortably next to the window, lost in a maze of busy people. Today was a long journey, it would be painful for the next few hours in the position but she would have to bear it so she could reach her destination.
Today was the last day of the contract and she had to be wary. Jostled along, the train began to move and with it it’s passengers, the air already hot and overbearing with the body heat crowded into the train.
It was subtle at first, a stray hand brushing against her skirt, then a creeping finger along the hem of her shirt. By a few minutes into the journey, the lone hand belonging to a stranger had begun tracing the outline of her panties.
It’s been a couple of months since we’ve shared a story here. It’s probably been several months since anyone has seen one of our stories though. What we posted just before last Thanksgiving only had our one automatic upvote and I’ve since pulled it down since it must have gotten caught up in a filter or didn’t please the mods.
No complaints here. That may be more likely to happen when you tell a different kind of story about a person getting angry and jealous, and then telling your employers, and a few others, about your experiences with them in pursuit of revenge through what they thought would be embarrassment. While we weren’t and aren’t embarrassed about how we live our sexual lives, we decided that a combination of omicron and the holidays gave us extra reason to just fuck one another for a while and let things cool down. Especially since one of the people that was a target works with my wife.
**Disclaimer: This story contains depictions of the following (Loosely ordered from most to least prevalent): Futa (Transexual), Amazonian Futa, Futa on Female, Giant Cock, Cervix Penetration, Domination/Submission, Excessive Cum/Fluids, Incest, Corruption, True Love/Romance, Cumflation, Pregnancy, CNC, Freeuse, Size Difference, Harem, Humiliation, Futa on Male, Cuckoldry**
*The story, all names, characters, and incidents portrayed in this product are fictitious. No identification with actual persons (living or deceased), places, buildings, and products is intended or should be inferred. Any resemblance to reality is purely coincidence. All characters are at least 18 years of age despite description, demeanor, or appearance.*
Life For a Teenage Futa
Written By: Rebecca
**Chapter 1: An Unexpected Change**
“Bridgette!” Alexa called to her daughter through the open front door to their house, “Get your stuff down here!”
The low, rumbling hum of a large moving truck’s engine filled the air outside of the Mayfield’s house. Today was the day that Bridgette had both never expected and now fully dreaded; moving day. It had come so out of the blue, when her parents had told her and her older sister that they were moving several states away, to be “closer to family”. Bridgette didn’t care about any of that, life was hard enough as it was for her, but now, it was going to be even worse.
Hi. Id like to play a strong female actor who gets blackmailed by a notorious female crime lord into becoming her new pet-slave. She will make me a cum loving slutty bimbo that will lick and fuck what you tell her to lick and fuck.
This queen of crime will be the leader of a wast international crime syndicate. Though no one can prove this. Her name is Carmelita and that will be your character.
I will play a famous and elegant actor. Called Julia Swan. She is Smart, talented and elegant. She is even using a lot of her money on different charity’s and does a lot feminist work. You will play the crime queen. You have taken an interest in me. And you want me. And you get what you want. You own a lot of film studios for money laundering reasons and have decided to join the premier party of my latest film. The same day as it was revealed that I’m nominated for my first Oscar. And it is at this party you will make the first contact. Here you will tell me about that my fiancé owes you a lot of money and that you have decided not to kill him if you can have me as a pet until you feel his debt is paid. What will I do?
This roleplay will be about Cersei Lannister taking Daenerys Targaryen as her prisoner. Cersei will then start to break and humiliate the dragon queen until she becomes her very obedient and horny pet bimbo. She will edge her, have her taken out in public to be fucked by her army, and even change her body. Every day Cersei will find a new lewd way of degrading the fallen queen. I will play Cersei. Can you play Daenerys?
I can also play Daenerys myself if you are good at dominating.
This story starts near the end of season 8. It’s the night before Daenerys is about to launch her attack on King’s Landing. But it is here our story differentiate from the show. secret deals have been made between Cersei and Sansa Stark. Cersei has promised Sansa that in exchange for Sansa helping her to kidnap Daenerys, Sansa will get the north as an independent kingdom and Cersei will stop the war. All she wants in return is Daenerys. Sansa who has no interest in further war or Kings Landing agrees. But she has to convince Jon. Jon Reluctantly agrees. He doesn’t want to betray the love of his life. But he knows it will save many lives and that it is the best thing for the north. And his duty is to his people.
That night after Jon has fucked his queen he spikes her wine with a sleeping drug. He commands the northerners and unsullied outside her tent to stop their guard duty outside her tent claiming that he himself will do it this night.
Lorna knocks gently on the front door, her text books and notepads tucked under her left arm. Though she had been a teacher for many years, this is her first time going to a student’s home for private tutoring, and she wanted to look as professional as possible. She is wearing a white, button-up blouse and a black pencil skirt, her vibrant red hair is tied up in a neat bun, and though she is wearing very little make-up, her lips are glossy and full.
The door opens slowly, and a man peers around the edge of the door at the voluptuous tutor on the other side. The man appears to be middle aged, salt and pepper hair trimmed neatly as it grows into his greying beard. He looks handsome, sophisticated, and when he realises that she is in fact the tutor that he has been waiting for, he smiles and opens the door to let her inside.
“Oh, Lorna is it? Come in, come in, I’ve been expecting you. I’m Mr. McElroy, Jayden’s father.”
I’m French, and I was raised catholic. Not any catholic, mind you, the very traditional kind, the Fraternité sacerdotale Saint-Pie-X if you’re into this kind of thing. It is so catholic that the leader of the group was excommunicated by the pope for being too conservative. That means they celebrate the tridentine mass, so mass in latin, old style with the priest facing away from the faithful, singing, that kind of thing. I’m now in college in Paris, of course at the catholic university. I had to fight my parents a bit for this, because they wanted me to come back home.
I posted some stories on reddit. I got lots of support, some nice conversations and a few dick pics. I have been gently nudged towards openness. So far, I’ve shaved my kitty, gone without a bra home and to class, fingered myself in class, went to mass without underwear, got on some birth control (patch since the pill didn’t agree with me…).
This week-end, I was horny, as usual. I did some things in church, and met a horrible guy that my mum seems to want me to marry. I might write about it another day.
She’d been thinking about it all day. Unable to focus. Or stop shifting friction between either bare thick thigh at random intervals. Hoping that no one could tell how wet she was despite how soaked her thong was beneath her skirt. Sitting was dangerous, being anywhere right now in public seemed equally so and it had been a fuckin’ struggle to get home without her knees shaking or stopping to just…shove her fingers betwixt her legs in hopes of some semblance of relief.
Said fingers flex at her sides, unclenching to stop giving herself away as her shoulders are forced to relax and do the same. Fighting that instinct constantly to bow into the vibrator shoved up her tight little pussy with every fiber of her being.. and gods was it becoming a fight for her life with every cruel step home.
Somehow, someway she made it though. Stumbling through the doorstep after several long and very agonizing minutes of trying to find the right key to fit inside the locks, even as the egg shot up a notch and pulses faster inside of her.
the tv droned as I wrestled each boot off. Leaning back, I eyed you as you shuffled through the kitchen cupboards, your neckline marked with purple and yellow. Holding up my hand, I snapped crisply, eliciting only a look from your activities before you returned to them.
Again, I snapped. This time, even a glance was not provided, your back turned as you pulled a pan out. It wasn’t likely you heard me walk behind you, made clear by your wide eyes as I gripped you firm.
Saying nothing, I soaked in the sight for a moment as my fingers dug almost too tightly into your hip. “Do you know what it means when I snap my fingers?”
My fingers lifted and circled your neck as you attempted to respond, a cute little gulp as your eyes rolled back from the squeeze. “It means you drop what you’re doing. You strip. You get on your kne-“ you had begun to gasp and splutter as I released your pretty neck, interrupting me as I continued.