hiddenrequiem, Author at NSFW story

Getting a Hand at work [MF]

This happened yesterday.

One of my contract jobs is working as a writer/editor for a NFP – basically a small operation run out of the CEO’s house, with a rotating staff of about ten people. I only work there occasionally, so the people I meet are almost always new faces. The new girl this week is Cindy, a beautiful young black girl, probably 20 years old, with a slim body and a great smile.

We make polite introductions, the CEO gives me my tasks for the day, and I head into the basement office to get to work.

The job can be boring, especially between tasks, so I’m flirting with someone online in between assignments. Things are getting a bit racy, and she asks me to “prove” my claim of being well hung. So I go into the bathroom, intent on getting nice and fully hard and snapping a picture.

What I don’t realize is I didn’t lock the door.

So there I am, tugging away, phone in one hand obviously aimed downwards, when the door opens. It’s Cindy. The first thought I have is “I am so screwed.” I can only imagine she’s going to run upstairs, tell the CEO what a perv I am, and get me fired. Read more »

[MF] Halloween Hookup Part 2 (Cheating)

[Part One Here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/b1gczo/mf_halloween_hookup_cheating/)

The party goes on – Melissa disappearing back into the crowd of celebrants to deal with her husband (and to make excuses for her sudden lack of makeup and the extended bathroom trip). I find my girlfriend and tell her what happened, which she thinks is highly amusing and somewhat erotic, and we continue to enjoy ourselves.

Hours later, I’m rather drunk, and I decide to go into the back bedroom to “rest my eyes” a bit and try to regain some sobriety before I wind up passed out on a couch. I’m usually pretty good about keeping myself in control, but that night I went a bit overboard and I wanted some recovery time before I rejoined the party. I doze off to the sound of the bass of the dance music vibrating through the house.

I am woken up by my girlfriend – I have no idea how much time has passed, but I’m feeling a lot less out of it than I was before – and she leans in, “Are you hammered?”

“No, I’m okay.” Read more »

[MF] Halloween Hookup (Cheating)

This happened almost 15 years ago.

It all took place at our friend’s massive Halloween party. This was the event of the year in our social circle, with well over 100 people packed into the big house, lots of dancing, drinking, and other less-than-wholesome fun. This was the “Vegas” of our community – what happened at this party stayed at this party.

My girlfriend and I went dressed as Zidler and Nene from Moulin Rouge (with two other friends as Satine and the Narcoleptic Argentinian), and we made a big splash with the costumes. We got a lot of attention, and it was fun to be the stars of the show for about 10 minutes. Right after we made our way through the party, I saw one of my exes, we’ll call her Melissa, among the crowd. She was short, barely 5’1”, but stacked, with breasts too big for her frame and a thick ass. She and I had dated about ten years previous and had remained friends since. She was now married, and she lived far away, so we didn’t exactly stay in constant contact, but everything was friendly when we did cross paths. Read more »

Grad School Fling, Part 3 [MF]

[Part 1 Here.](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/952zab/grad_school_fling_mf/)

[Part 2 Here.](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/95bkf2/grad_school_fling_part_2_mf/)

The rest of the residency developed a pattern. Lauren and I spent a lot of time together, talking between classes, hanging out during meals, and being generally close in the evenings while the students as a whole socialized and drank – but we also spent a lot of time alone, in my room. It wasn’t all sexual, with lots of talking and generally enjoying one another’s company, but every night ended with her fishing my cock out of my shorts and going down on me. Having sex was risky because of the thin walls and her difficulty in staying quiet, so she casually remarked “I can’t make noise when I’m choking on your cock…”

She truly loved giving head. She would let out soft moans and whimpers while she did it, closing her eyes, shuddering in abject pleasure, turning it into almost a religious experience. When I would cum, she would swallow every drop, saying “I can’t sleep without something in my belly.”

And so it went, until the last day…. Read more »

Office Politics, Part 3 (Final) [MF, Humiliation, submission]

“Miss Jennings?”

“Yes, sir?” I whispered. I still had my eyes closed. I felt euphoric, drunk with pleasure, overwhelmed by the experience this day had brought me.

“Get under my desk on your knees.” I stood up, stretching my back, my skirt falling back into place. I glanced out the window to see the man that was watching me try to wipe cum off of the inside of the glass with a paper towel. I smiled and bent down to pick up my discarded panties, rolling them into a ball to tuck into my pocket. Mr. Williams grabbed my arm. “No, leave those there.” I dropped them again, leaving them in a tight black mass by the edge of his desk.

I nodded then moved around to climb under his desk. It was a huge, mahogany executive desk, with plenty of room for me, even if he had pushed his chair in. It went completely to the floor on all sides, so I was invisible to anyone standing on the other side. Read more »

Office Politics, Part 2 [MF, Humiliation]

I heard the office door open behind me. Mr. Harris’s voice was clear and deep like a stage actor’s, trained over years of sales pitches and client meetings. “I hope this won’t take….” He stopped in his tracks. The office door swung shut. I can only assume he noticed me, my upturned, red, welted, bruised ass, my panties around my ankles, and was lost for words.

“Dan, this is Heather Jennings. I am sure you know her.”

I heard a stacks of papers being dropped heavily onto the table by the door. “Yeah, I know Heather.” Mr. Harris’s voice was a mix of surprise and anger. He was still furious at me, no doubt, for this morning’s mistake.

“Miss Jennings came in to apologize for her mistake. She said she’s willing to do anything to make it up to the company, and to those who have been personally affected. Isn’t that right, Miss Jennings?”

“Yes.” My voice cracked. I was trembling, not in fear, but in anticipation. I wanted whatever was going to happen to hurry up and happen.

“I see,” Mr. Harris said. Read more »

Grad School Fling, Part 2 [MF]

[Part 1 Here.](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/952zab/grad_school_fling_mf/)

The next day, I wasn’t sure how things would be between Lauren and me. We had both given in to some very primal feelings, and it really could have been awkward. She didn’t come to breakfast the next morning, and I got even more worried. I went to my morning round of academic work with a niggling fear in the back of my mind that we had gone too far, thinking that we would have some “very serious” conversation during the afternoon about how we can’t do that again and how it was a mistake.

When I walked in to lunch, she was sitting at one of the tables. We made intense eye contact for a heartbeat, then she smiled up at me, gesturing to the seat beside her. When I sat down she leaned over and whispered, “I just soaked my panties.”

I nearly choked on my iced tea.

She grinned at me, keeping the conversation very friendly and light for the rest of the meal – and the rest of the day. We were back to our normal flirtatious selves, enjoying the summer day amongst our colleagues and cohorts. Read more »

Office Politics, Part 1 [MF, Spanking, Humiliation]

As he stood he reached down and unbuckled his belt. I was so shocked I couldn’t speak. My eyes were wide, my mouth hung slightly open. “That file,” he said, as he slid the black leather from the loops of his pants, “was probably the most important piece of business for this month. It’s going to cost the company hundreds of hours to re-create it.” He took both ends of the belt in his right hand, the long, black loop hanging down.

“I…” I wanted to apologize. To say that it was a simple mistake and it wouldn’t happen again. The words wouldn’t come. My thighs clenched. I could feel my nipples stiff against the inside of my bra. Part of me was horrified, the idea that my boss would take this kind of action, that he would be so arrogant as to presume he could act this way. One phone call to Human Resources and I’d have him fired in a heartbeat. But another part of me wanted to moan aloud. This is what I’d always wanted from a boss. This is exactly what I would fantasize about at night. Those times when my boyfriend couldn’t get me off, this is what I would think about to push me over the edge. Mr. Williams taking me in hand, showing me exactly what to do to be a good little assistant. Read more »

Grad School Fling [MF]

My master’s program was what’s called “low-residency.” What this means is that twice per year all of the students in the program meet up with the faculty for a 10-day residency, and the rest of the semester you work remotely with a faculty mentor. This story happened at one of those residencies, about five years ago.

I was a late arrival to my educational path, so I start my Master’s degree when I was 38. I was in my second residency, having one semester in the bag, and I have now lost that awkward nervousness that accompanied my first. Everything was going great.

Lauren, another student who’s in her third residency, and I begin to flirt a little. It’s fairly harmless, and she’s 15 years younger than I am, but it’s fun and engaging and helps pass the long hours with effectively nothing to do. The residencies take place at a remote location, isolated from any sort of city or town to go enjoy, so after classes and academic work ends (around 8 PM), there’s very little to keep entertained except drinking and socializing with one another. Read more »