Erotica: “A Raceplay Odyssey” / “Part One: The Prophet of Privilege” [4,000~ Words]

**DISCLAIMER**

The following story is purely fictitious. *Don’t get it twisted.* None of this should be taken seriously. Feel free to downvote me into oblivion if you feel that’s your moral calling to do so; but, just know, I hold no ill-will toward anyone — including *you*. This story was simply intended as a potent distraction, in a time when escapism is sorely needed. *Stay safe.*

**SUMMARY**

This story meanders a great deal — *like all decent odysseys do, I suppose* — making a concise summary rather difficult to achieve; at least, without spoiling the way the narrative unfolds. If you’re looking for just the specific kinks involved, I’ve included a thorough list below. Considering a few of them could be upsetting to large portion of readers, I figured I’d do my due diligence and make them known. Even though, I’m pretty sure the title accomplishes the same thing.

Ultimately, here’s what you need to know: This story predominately concerns the racial stereotype of the Latina/Hispanic maid being exploited by a wealthy white man — except, with a few creative twists and turns, of course. If that seems intriguing to you, then there’s a pretty good chance the following story is suited to your tastes. You should anticipate a long story, with lots of surprising detours, and a conclusion that hopefully ties the tale together with a neater bow than you were expecting.

I [M, 48] gave a young woman [21, F] a special internship [MF]

I got divorced about 10 years ago. Thankfully, we had no kids. For the first 7 years, I was basically a hermit: relationship-less and sex-less. I spent almost all of my time at work and worked my way up the totem pole until I became the COO of my medium-sized company. The workaholism almost killed me to be honest. But, the upside is that I saved up millions before quitting about 3 years ago. I quit because I wanted to finally have a life, dedicate time to myself, and maybe find love again.

I went on a few dates but nothing panned out. I felt out of shape, old, and gray. I hired a personal trainer and started going to the gym. I became a fit gymrat at the age of 47, and jokingly got on Instagram at the behest of a former intern at the company I used to work at. To my surprise, I got a bunch of followers…many of whom were actually young women who like my silver-fox aesthetic.

I’m Sorry Hunny, I Couldnt Help It (For Women)

You have been chatting online to some younger guys, browsing porn, and looking at some of the depraved, sinful comments left on your blog. Its been such a thrill posting your nude, faceless photos online knowing that younger men in their late teens and early twenties are constantly jerking off to your curves. Thankfully, your significant other has no idea about what you’re doing. After all, you make good money and build your confidence doing this. But lately you have been extra horny and your husband isn’t able to provide the satisfaction you need. He finishes quicker than you’d like, and always wants to pull out of you because of his fear of getting you pregnant. However, all of that was going to change the day you met “him”. He had no face on his profile, but provided you with every other detail. Early 20’s, athletic, and seemingly into you. You tell him your issues and he gives you an offer you ponder on. He will service you completely with his mouth, fingers, and any toys you have. However, he will not do anything more without your permission. After discussing this with your significant other, you come to the agreement that this will only happen if your husband can secretly watch while at work via a small hidden camera. You eagerly reply to the stranger, and he provides you with documents showing he is completely clean. You reciprocate, discussing that he will come to your home after work and provide the lovely services he promised.

First Famine, then Feast (MF) (MDom) (Bondage) (LONG, like, really, really long) (Edging) (Orgasm Denial) (Whatever the Opposite of that Is?)

I had been reading on the couch when you came in the living room, dropped the handcuffs in my lap, and paused to watch my reaction. I slid my bookmark in the page I was on and shut the book, setting it on the coffee table. My lips were pulling into a lopsided smirk. I hadn’t expected you to find purple leather handcuffs and yet, you did.

Standing, I balanced the cuffs by the tip of my index finger, the soft fur supple. The other cuff barely dangled down from the top one. Not a whole lot of space for writhing, squirming, or trying to free myself when you weren’t looking. But where’s the fun in that?

There was anticipation in the air and I wasn’t surprised to notice that there was dampness growing between my thighs. You had this effect on me even currently, standing wordlessly watching the range of emotions flicker across my face.

I tossed them back to you, my eyebrow quirking, “We agreed upon ‘Unbequemlichkeit’, da?”

[MMMF] giving a perspective freshmen the real college experience

[all characters over 18]

I went to a college that was very big into football. For most of freshmen year, I was into it too. I’d go to all the games, cheer along as our time consistently lost, fight through throngs of people every weekend to get to my seat. After a while, the whole scene lost some of it’s luster. Some of my friends felt the same way.

That’s how, one Saturday afternoon, we found ourselves at our dorm instead of down at the stadium. We didn’t realize how empty the rest of our dorm hall would become. As freshmen, we were constantly forced to hide from our RA’s whenever we partied, and the newfound freedom emboldened us.

Derek, Mike and I decided to hand out and drink in math room. I pulled out a cheap handle of vodka from our hiding place, fired up the video games, and started to have our own little party. At that time, we were all three pretty into guitar hero, so that’s what we decided to play.

[M4F] Gloryhole Experience Part 2: Submissive Lust

If you are reading this part first, I suggest you read the first part for context. However, if you decide not to, please enjoy this and perhaps check out the first part to know how the main character got into this situation ? Please leave feedback and comments (upvote if you want more!) and pm me if you would like something more personal (women preferred but not exclusively)

You grabbed the box of condoms and oil, walking towards the now greenlit wall. You get to the wall, waiting for the shuffling behind it to stop and for two delightfully thick cocks to fill the holes below. The bottle of aphrodisiac oils in your right-hand tilts, the oil dripping down your tits onto your nipples. After placing the bottle onto the bench next to you, you rub the oil all over your breasts and, using that same hand, rub your wet pussy and clit to ensure the oil covers your most sensitive spots. You moan, fingering yourself to coat the inner walls of your pussy with this amazing liquid. All of the sounds around you halt, all of the moaning and shifting ceases noticeably. The warm glow you felt before starts to hit you everywhere, gradually increasing from warmth to a hot burning. The voice from the speaker addresses you “So hot little lady, you seem to be enjoying our products. Would you like our premium experience? If you do, please put on the blindfold you came with and lay down on the floor. We will come in soon.” Click. You see the holes previously opened in the wall shut, and the light above the wall turns blue. Curious about what the cashier meant by “premium experience”, you open the box of condoms and lay down, placing the condoms next to you. You grab the blindfold, put it on, and lay down. The silence creeps in on you, as you become anxious about what will occur.

25F4M Orlando- My counselor said the keys to a great marriage are clean fights and dirty sex… He didn’t specify where dirtiness needed to come from.

Fuck guys.

So it’s Saturday evening and my husband of eight months and I just got back from the movies (because nobody told us the theaters would close too. Different aggravation entirely, and when you’re newly married the only sensible thing to do is screw any chance you get. But after some hopeless Netflix surfing and a petty argument about the window being open or shut, he’s stormed out to sleep on the couch because apparently “we can’t talk about shit.”

I wanna believe being married is as exciting as my friends say it is… but to be honest, I think they left out where that excitement actually comes from.

So, with makeup done for the evening and a black tank top thrown on after realizing the evening ended, I’m making my own rules and seeking a fun Saturday night elsewhere. From all of you hungry animals.

[https://imgur.com/SwMHEHj](https://imgur.com/SwMHEHj)

You like me? Wasn’t worried.

My ask is simple: my husband doesn’t seem to be coming back to bed tonight, so one of you educated wordsmiths get the pleasure of writing me some erotica. I’m not talking role-play or dirty talk (although plenty of that will naturally come, I haven’t been properly fucked in a week) I’m talking I give you a unfulfilled fantasy, something that wouldn’t be brought to life nearly as well in porn, with vividly detailed environments and realistic scenarios with steamy characters…

In Defense of my Queen

                   In Defense of my Queen

“Don’t worry Arthur I will escort her highness to the theater later. We are honored guests in this nation and these people love Queen Rae. There is nothing to worry about.” We were visiting one of the neighboring nation’s on a good will mission to strengthen our alliances. Tonight we were to go to the local theater here to watch a performance as honored guests of the Duke and Dutchesse. The Queens guard Arthur is giving me a hard time about escorting our Queen to the theater.

“The theater is only a few blocks away it will be fine.” The Queen looked as beautiful as ever wearing a new dress specially made for this occasion. Her beautiful smile the only light I needed in the room to see. She truly was the essence of Grace and beauty. Truly a radiant soul who brightens the lives of all she meets. 

The Gloryhole Experience Part 1: An Experiment

It’s later in the evening as you walk down the crowded intersection, lugging your purse on your tired shoulder. It’s been another long day from work, filled with boredom and a distinct lack of flair. You walk by a brightly lit shop that attracts your attention. Its clear from the lacey thongs, attachable wings, and slender mannequins that you’re in front of a “intimacy” shop. You stop for a moment, thinking about the last time you had sex, and decided to go in. You figured it can’t hurt to buy some things to make your sex life a bit spicier. Walking down the aisles, you look upon shelf after shelf of products. Lube, condoms with every flavor possible, pills, oils to increase sensitivity, cock rings, and some classic dildos. Looking around, you tend to think about what you need. The past few men you’ve slept with haven’t been able to live up to your expectations. You grab the oils, condoms, and some other goodies before proceeding to the counter. You see a number of couples shopping around, as well as three men browsing the fleshlight section. The cashier starts to ring up your items. She looks at you, noting how tired you seem to be after a hard day’s work. “Rough day?” she asks, totaling up the price. You nod, providing her your card. After everything is done, she places your items in a bag before turning to grab something from behind the counter. You look over and see the same oil and condoms in her hand. “Would you like to sample these before you leave?” She states while smiling and nodding towards a door at the back of the store. Intrigued and thinking there will be some toys for your use, you decide to go. You enter the door, the music booming as she hands you headphones and a blind fold. “Put these on and I will lead you to the fitting room.” She winks and you do as she says. You’re guided into a room and the door closes.
You take off the blindfold and see an empty small closeted room with one dildo stuck onto the wall. You feel a bit disappointed, thinking there would be something more exciting. You take off the headphones and realize exactly what’s happening. The sound of porn from a tv hits your ears first. Then it hits you. You hear fucking all around you. A timer above the door counts down from 30 minutes, and you realize you’re in a glory hole closet. With 30 minutes of time to yourself, you use the oil and immediately feel the effects. You strip off your leggings and slide off your panties. You open one of the colorful condom wrappers and glide it along the dildo, covering every inch of it. You get on your knees and begin to lick the rubber cock, tasting the sweetness of watermelon on your tongue. After sampling the taste, you open up your mouth and start to take in the length and girth of the toy. You keep sliding it in and of your mouth, filling your mouth up with a wonderful taste and sensation. You start to get wet from the toy, and you stand up. Suddenly, the room is spinning. You catch your self and realize the oil is starting to burn your pussy. The heat is almost unbearable. You close your legs and immediately start to feel throbbing. You look at the dildo and feel a drop of your juices flow down your thigh. You turn, bending over and letting the head of the cock press against your lips. You shudder, feeling an electric tingle down your spine right into your pussy. You can feel just by that small contact that your pussy is dripping now. With the intake of a breath, you push against the toy. You feel it spread your lips, then rub against the walls of your pussy. The first inch feels amazing as it rubs against you. The second inch glides up against and past your g-spot. The third, fourth, fifth, sixth, and seventh inches start to rub against the deepest parts of your pussy, sating that irresistible urge you have inside you. Suddenly, nothing else matters. You begin to move back and forth, making the dildo slide into you again and again and again. Over and over and over, the toy rubs against you, sending wave after wave of pleasure into your head. You can hear and feel the slickness coming from your pussy. You bend over, thrusting the dildo into you repeatedly. Suddenly, you feel it happening. You’re close to Cumming. You keep pumping it into you, slamming your ass against the wall to get the dildo into you deeper and deeper. Your legs give, causing you to fall forward. The dildo slips out of you, the condom sliding off of it. Looking back, you see how wet you really were. The ground surrounding the condom is puddled with your juices. You catch your breath, sitting on the bench and feeling hornier than ever. You contemplate going home to finish the job with your vibrator when you hear a knock on the wall.
You look in the direction of the sound only to find a hole has appeared in the wall. A light above the wall turns green. A thick cock pushes through the hole, flaccid but leaking with precum. You look back at the clock, realizing that its only been about five minutes. Turning back to the cock now presented before you, you realize that this is your chance to get the sex that you’ve been craving. A speaker in the room tells you that all men in the shop are certified clean, it is your choice to use a condom. You grab another condom, ripping open the wrapper ferociously to get at the golden ring. Just with the touch of your hand, the cock begins to harden. You put the condom on and turn around. His hardened cock rubs against your ass, and he pulls back. “You’re not going to use your mouth?” the deep voiced man asks from the other side. “No.” you reply, grabbing his cock and jerking him off. Your hand glides across the lubed rubber, your fingertips rubbing against his hardened shaft. You hear a soft moan from the other side coinciding with a twitch of his cock. You smirk, turning around and thrusting his cock into you. He groans, feeling the wetness and heat from your pussy surrounding his cock. With no hesitation and a soaking wet pussy, you being to pound your bubbly ass against the wall. In that moment, you realize no one can judge you. No one will know what’s happening. You dial up your slutty side for the world to hear, competing with the sounds around you. You begin to moan, fucking this man as if he is only a mere toy. He is yours and you are going to make him cum by force. You want to feel that condom fill up, filled with that burning hot cum inside you. You’re ready to cum, so you keep going as hard and fast as you can. But it happens once more, the pleasure brings you to your knees. You hear a shift behind you and two hands grab your hips. There is no going back for you. He grabs a hold of your hips from two more holes in the wall and slams you against the wall as he relentlessly fucks you. You can’t help it; you’re moaning as this man uses you. You can feel everything so much better with this oil. His hard head spreading you inside. The heat and girth of his rock-hard shaft giving your pussy no breaks. You give in, telling him “Give it to me, please fucking give it to me!” The wall is shaking from how intense the fucking is. Thump. Thump. Thump. You can’t hold it back and you begin to cum as he keeps pounding you. He pulls you up so you’re back is against the wall and he keeps fucking you from behind. All that comes out of your mouth are ahs and grunts from being bred like a rabbit. Thump. Thump. Thump. He thrusts deep inside your pussy, shooting is hot load into the condom. You feel it filling up and you shudder from his weakness, his grunts as he pretends he is filling up your belly with his potent seed. You cum hard, shaking as he continues to fuck you with a condom full of his cum. He thrusts, stops, then pulls out, leaving you to stand there with your back against the wall. Your eyes are closed, breathing heavily as you try to recover. You open your eyes and see there is still ten minutes remaining. Sighing, you try to leave only to feel two more hands grab you from behind.
You try to turn around and see what’s happening when another hardened cock slides into you. You gasp, moaning as he begins to pound your pretty pussy as if he is mating with you. This second mystery man doesn’t care, he wants you. He is pounding you with no regrets, no breaks. In that moment, you’re only a fuck hole to him. You can’t help but get more turned on, the burning from the oil still seeping into your system. You realize he isn’t wearing a condom. Thankfully, you’re on birth control and remember all the men in the shop are clean. You submit, giving in to the man who knows only you have a hot, tight, wet pussy that he can fuck. You figure you’ll mess with him, seeing as he fucked you without politely asking. He fucks you and you feel your tits bouncing, the wall shaking, and you hear the hard breaths of a man ready to explode. You feel him swelling inside you and you yell “Please pull out when you cum, I don’t have birth control!” but you keep pressing up against him. He doesn’t care, he keeps fucking you as if he can’t hear you. Suddenly, you feel it. You feel the hot wetness inside you with hard grunts on the other side. “Fuck!” you yell in ecstasy as you push him deeper into you, forcing him to nut far into your pussy. He grunts, shooting all 6 shots of his potent cum into you, thinking he may have just knocked up some slutty girl. You pull away from the wall, letting the cum flow out as you clean it out of you. The clock hits 0 and the speaker turns on. The cashier speaks into the microphone “Your time has expired. If you would like additional time, please hit the blue button by the door.” You walk over to the door, hovering your hand over the button. You think for a minute, then hit the button. Suddenly, the opposite wall lights up green, and you hear shuffling on the other side. You smirk, grabbing your bag of newly purchased condoms and oil and start to walk over to the wall.