Author: churgles

Consensually Cucked By My Boyfriend [FMF]

Late one night, maybe six months after Calvin and I [started](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/qr1usj/against_the_wall_fm/) [dating](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/qujedr/against_the_wall_part_2_or_treated_like_the_slut/), we cuddled in bed after another round of furious fucking, idly chatting about some of our deepest, darkest fantasies.

“Your turn,” he whispered.

“Well…” I paused for a beat or two, or three. “I’ve, uh, always wanted to watch you…” I murmured, hesitating, right on the edge.

Calvin smirked, his hand squeezing one of my boobs. “Watch me what? I think you’ve seen me do pretty much anything.”

I nudged his side with my elbow. “No, silly, not this.” I paused again.

“Watch you… fuck another girl.”

This caught Calvin off guard. Hard to do. “A threesome?” he said quizzically.

“No!” I spurted, burying my face in my hands. “It’s okay,” he said quietly, squeezing me against him. “You don’t have to explain.”

Comforted, I turned to face him. “No, really, it’s alright…” A deep breath. “I don’t know… you’re just so powerful, and it would be hot to watch you with someone else. And it would be humiliating – the good kind of humiliating – to have to watch.” Read more »

Against the Wall, Part 2 (or, Treated Like the Slut I Am) [FM]

[Part One is here.](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/qr1usj/against_the_wall_fm/) *TLDR: After a long stretch of unsatisfying sex, I met Calvin, a man who knew that I wanted a man who could take control. This is the story of our first date.*

“This is going to be a fun night, Madison,” Calvin said with a smirk, and pressed his lips on mine again.

How much more fun could it get, I wondered. After all, I had already cum – hard – under the command of his dexterous fingers, my back against the wall and my arms pinned over my head. My legs were a little shaky from how intensely I had cum, and I was both thankful and aroused that I was still pressed in place.

I realized that Calvin remained completely clothed, even though I was totally naked. Between passionate kisses, I mumbled something about how much I needed his cock. I could feel it hard as stone in his pants, but I wanted it inside me.

Realizing that I needed his permission to move my arms, I looked into his dark brown eyes and muttered, “please?”

He released my arms and I went straight for his belt buckle. Read more »

Against the Wall [FM]

For a long time, I didn’t have much success with men.

Some of that was my fault. I’m a driven, career-oriented woman. That’s intimidating enough to a lot of guys. And I can be a bit of an ass about how smart I think I am, how hard I work, and where I think my career will take me.

But it’s also true that very few of the guys I hooked up with had any idea how to please me. I always wanted someone who would be able to tap in to the part of me that wanted to be told what to do. There’s a sexy way to do that, and an unsexy way. And through college and law school seemingly every man I met chose the latter – pounding me without any regard for what I wanted, asking me to suck their cock and then sitting silently while I worked, having no idea where to find my clit…

By the time I was 27, fresh out of law school and working eighty-hour weeks at a firm in New York, I’d almost given up on finding any real pleasure from dating or sex. Time spent on Hinge or the League seemed like a waste of time I could be billing my clients. Every now and then someone would pique my interest, but he invariably turned out to be a dud. Read more »

Chain gang [MF][bdsm][fantasy][fsub][nc]

It was another scorching hot day on the chain gang. The sun burned bright overhead, even in the early morning, as I brought my pickaxe once more down on a rock that stubbornly refused to break. Beads of sweat ran down my brow onto my chest, the area between my breasts gleaming with moisture and mixed with dust as I struck another blow.

There were six of us shackled together that morning. Six convicts, each with five years or more left in our sentence of hard labor. Six young women, dressed in an identical uniform of a white tank top, orange Soffe shorts, and work boots, shackled together at the legs to keep us in a straight line of service. The black text printed on my ass matched the heavy metal collar I wore:

INMATE
78-43021

Watching over us was a single correctional officer, sitting under an umbrella in a lawn chair by the side of the dusty highway where we worked. His eyes stared lasciviously at each of our asses as we bent up and down, up and down. The switch and whip, used only sparingly, lay at his side. Read more »