Jim and Deb had gone through the usually roller coaster of marriage that most 40 something year olds went through. They had been madly in love, cold and distraught, and then comfortably content with each others company. They had acted as lovers, parents, best friends and strangers all within a month or so fairly regularly. Their lives needed direction as their kiddo hit her teenage years and their major role as “parents” faded to a spectator sport as bridget breezed through high school. Jim had an ambitious idea one night when browsing vacation rentals on air bnb. Jim wanted to be a host, but not just a normal host that sets out towels and gave tourists recommendations on where to eat. He wanted to be a sexual concierge that could give couples or singles an experience they would never forget. He wanted to feed off their primal sexual energy. Its what they both wanted, and what they both needed.
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Looking for a story in particular [IR][cheat]
I distinctly recall once reading a story off Literotica called (I think) “Officer Daniels” It was about a white female police officer/security guard at a high school with a bunch of delinquent kids. There was one black “kid” ( I think he was probably a senior so legal age) in particular though who she was always real suspicious of. SHe catches him smoking or dealing or something in front of the school and drags him into her office where she accuses him of having hidden the evidence in his pants. He drops them and she gets to gape at his massive cock for a few minutes before dismissing him and losing herself to lust over it. Some more stuff happens, but I remember in particular that she’s about to get married to some white guy and the ceremony’s going down, but she runs into the black “Kid” again and he ends up dicking her down better than she’s ever been before in her life. She goes out and can’t go through with the wedding anymore and she ends up getting fucked by other black dudes as the story continues. It was one of my favorites after finding it, but it slipped my mind and having gotten a new computer since last looking for it, I have no direct link to follow, and I can’t seem to find it on any of literotica’s tags. I’m hoping it hasn’t been deleted, or if it has someone managed to hold onto a wayback link maybe? Fingers crossed someone who can internet better than I can will be able to help.
Femdom Village (2)
In the main building in the Mineral Beauty spa, there was an outdoor fitness area where the submissive men had fitness sessions lead by the town’s all female police force. The Chief of Police, Persephone was in charge of the session that day accompanied by members of the police force. They wore blue tank tops with blue shorts and impeccable white tennis shoes that matched their uniforms. Persephone checked the weather online and said to her female subordinates, “Looks like there is a storm coming today.”
“We will not be able to use the cattle prods, oh well … nothing we can do about that. Tell the others we are going to use the whips today and have their raincoats ready. Today is going to be a wet day.” “As you wish, madam,” said the female subordinate as she rendered a salute to her commanding officer and left to notify the others. Chief Persephone and a group of female officers went out to the fitness area where a group of submissive men were already waiting for them. All the men were completely naked except for their respective collars around their necks and plastic cock cages.
The men were on their knees looking at the floor waiting for instructions. “Pathetic slaves, all of you look like fat pigs. You’re an embarrassment to your Mistresses,” Chief Persephone said while she cracked the whip. “But as luck would have it, you will be at my complete disposal today. Don’t worry, I have permission from your Mistresses to have fun at your expense, UNDERSTAND YOU MISERABLE PIGS!!” As Chief Persephone said this thunder is heard from a distance. “As you wish,” said all the submissive men in unison while they shivered outside in the cold. “All right, stand up, start running … MOVE!,” said Persephone. Immediately, the submissive men stood up and began running around the track.
[MF] What Is This Place?
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The FUCK HOUSE is a little Ole place in Forest Park where lascivious, disgusting acts blossom and take root in the Clayton County soil. I’m a good Ole Georgia native that eats up pussy and ass like I do chicken and watermelon. I’m a fucking mess, and I could give a Damn who knows. I’m a wretched man fit for that prison down in Jackson where they put murderers to death. I devour and pillage the likes of sexy, uninhibited women quite often. I do those wanton acts in my little FUCK HOUSE where once you’re here with me, there’s no turning back. A whole lot of saliva on ass, digging in ass and lapping up pussy with my tongue is the course for the day. It’s a meal simply fit for a champion as myself. Let me remind you again, I’m “MR. MOUTH ON WHATEVER”! That’s my moniker, and it’s a well-deserved one. I’m a lewd recluse at the cunnilingus game. I pilfer pussies and the next door neighbor, that ass, as if they’re my hydration on a scorching day. I annihilate the tasty “underlings”. I AM the Sex God, and there is no other. I’m a very jealous Sex God. Only I can conjure up salacious acts with that pussy and ass with my mouth. Only I can tempt that rump with such heightened excitement. Here in this FUCK HOUSE, you whimper under the pressure of my disassembling mouth and oral objects. You disassociate yourself with your previous nature, that good girl that would never do such despicable acts. You’re the church girl that attends services faithfully, but here now at my FUCK HOUSE you’re getting your pussy and ass handed to you by my mouth. You’re getting your fill of my mouth plate. Don’t get up from the table just yet. That was the entrée. I’m bringing in the main course now, my tongue going ham on that pussy and ass with no let up over the horizon. I discard both pieces of your sexual anatomy only briefly to entertain the other. A swiping of the ass is warranted; that rim job is quite nice. I dig in that slit tenaciously; you moan chaotically. I repeat the process. Desert anyone?
Perfect Women, Perfect Lies
Two sets of feet tangled after midnight, weaving through the dark brambles of a Cape town summer cottage. Legs backed into the corners of side tables, heels tripped up by rugs; and frantic hands groped for the solidity of warm flesh on this equally warm summer’s eve, knocking knicknacks to the floor in their pursuit.
Backed against a wall, Serena gasped when hands found the soft skin of her hips, short summer dress shoved to her waist. Fingers kneaded her firmly, desire known in the very essence of the touch as practiced fingers climbed up her torso to the swell of her breasts. She had never had a taunt nipple taken with such softness, the change like night and day, as it was brushed by the smooth thumb of Margo.
She had known Margo since childhood, growing up vacationing next door to the woman, only one grade her senior. Margo had been the pampered only child who thrived tormenting Serena. From an early age, storming past her and knocking elbows into her side hoping she’d fall. Tossing every foul name her way and spreading even worse rumors.
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Not a Sound, Part 2 (Cheating, Oral, Risky, Ageplay)
I was sure that someone must have heard what had happened. Paranoia crept into my every thought, along with the guilt of what I’d done with Emma the night before.
The night when I’d fucked a nineteen your old student of mine in my tent.
Over breakfast I had gingerly asked my colleagues whether they had heard any strange noises last night, but none of them claimed to have heard a thing. I’d shared a brief look with the teen that I’d shared myself with and she offered no visible cue of what she was thinking.
Finding time to speak with Emma alone was impossible, even though I really needed to. I came inside of her. Not just a little, but fully emptied my sack into her tight pussy. I wanted to ask if she was on birth control, I wanted to hear what she was thinking. Did she feel the same guilt I did? She did have a boyfriend at home after all. And she had instigated it all – it wasn’t like I would have instigated anything. It took her hand around my manhood to coax any real reaction from me.
The Not-So-Sweeter Side of Magic (A Post-Harry Potter Fanfic)
It wasn’t often that the students at Hogwarts actually got time off from their studies — like, real time off.
The weekdays were typically packed with classes from 8-5 p.m. or later, and the weekends were primarily for students to congregate in the library and dormitory halls to finish the homework that had piled up the week before.
Today was different, though. On this particular Friday, all classes had been canceled in celebration of Headmaster Snape’s retirement. It would be sad to see him go – especially after serving the school for nearly three decades after the former headmaster, Dumbledore, had passed away – but Snape deserved to live out the final parts of his life in whatever way he saw fit.
Not to mention, any time off from class was a welcomed gift, even to someone as educationally driven as Taylor Rosin. Sure, she would probably hit the library with Evan later, but for now, she was free, and she intended to enjoy it.
A rare day such as this permitted some spontaneous behavior. Taylor had taken her broom from the keep and rode it to the furthest edge of the school grounds — an alcove in the forest with a stream running beside it that was away from the usual hustle and bustle that consumed Hogwarts.
For a friend, part 3 [C & H] [MF]
Meetings. Any well-adjusted individual who works in a corporate environment long enough develops an instinctive dread at the word. Pre-meetings, post-meetings, follow-up-meetings, meetings to determine if we need meetings about meetings. It takes a special kind of sadist to wake up every day and decide that their employees’ calendars looks just a little too empty, their time just a little too free.
In my years working for The Man — or The Woman, in the case of Hayley — I’ve expended far more effort and energy trying to get out of meetings than I have actually attending them. I’m rarely successful.
My latest campaign ended in the failure I have come to expect. Hayley listened patiently as I listed reason after reason why I would be better off lobotomizing myself with a pencil than I would be joining her on the inaugural call of our new internal standards committee (ISC for short, since nothing is really official without a proper initialism). It was a compelling argument, rife with expert pantomime of pencil-into-brain mechanics. When I finished she nodded and said, “You think I want to join? If I have to go, so do you.”