Category: gonewildstories

I’m wealthy, divorced, semi-retired and using my money to enjoy myself sexually. One of my favorite extracurricular activities is finding hot college-age women on social media and offering them substantial amounts of money to be my sexual companion, either for a weekend at my place (flying them out if necessary) or on a longer vacation. It’s like a cheat code, it gives me access to women who would never look twice at me. I’ve fucked dozens of women—models, actresses, ballet dancers, olympic athletes, PhD students, even a reality-show contestant.

Many of these women have been offered money for sex before but have turned it down. But now I’m making an offer she can’t refuse. Watching a woman overcome her hesitancy with dollar signs in her eyes is half the fun; she’s doing something she’d never imagined she’d do, it’s a reality-bending experience for her. And then I get to cum inside her!

It was the night of my work holiday party and a girl I was dating was going to meet me before hand for some pre party drinks. We were at the bar and there was some sport game on the tv. We didn’t care much about what was on (I don’t even remember what sport it was) but we decided to place a bet on it. Her side was if her team won, I had to take her to dinner. My side was if my team won she had to give me roadhead. Needless to say, my team won.

We walked over to the bar for my work party and meet up with some work friends. Drinks were flowing and the girl I was dating turned to me and said “instead of roadhead how about I blow you here.” I was immediately interested and I asked her the plan. She wanted me to head to the stall and wait for her there. I head into the bathroom and wait. About 5 minutes later my girl got a clearing to come in. She opened the stall door and got right on her knees. You could hear guys walking in and going to the urinals. She never stopped. She took my cock deep until I came in her mouth. She cleaned herself up. Waited until we had an all clear and we walked out like nothing happened. Read more »

I’ve posted before about our friend taking my fiancé to our bed and making her cum repeatedly, but there was no PIV or kissing at that time.

A week after that, we had a one-night stand with a [NB] HOT ebony absolute fuck-God where we both got fucked silly by the most thoughtful, biggest, blackest, hardest, thickest cock we’ve ever seen. I’m normally the dom in the relationship but that night I let myself be controlled by them. They fucked my fiance to the point where she was incoherently moaning and groaning, her pussy squirting like mad and getting all creamy with the repeated assault it was under. He then put my face in her cunt and slowly but surely split my poor, untrained asshole open and fucked me into the same oblivion my fiance was just coming out of. I never wanted it to end. I wanted to become their cum dump. I wanted to throw my dominant spirit away and become a freely usable fuck toy for this god. The night ended and we have some things to plan in the future with them. Read more »

I initially wrote this out and it was a pretty long story, but here’s the short version. Basically, a close guy friend had been telling me how he was struggling to find someone that was as kinky as he was in bed. This was normal conversation for us, as we had always been nothing but platonic friends, and knew that each other was into kink.

After some flirty hints and smartass remarks from both of us, things definitely picked up, and suddenly we were on top of each other. I know is sounds cliche and like it’s out of a crappy film, but I’m being honest when I say it kinda just happened.

Either way, it was some of the best sex I’ve ever had. He was very gentle at first, and REALLY took his time with foreplay, teasing and edging me the whole time of course. Once we actually started fucking though, he started to be super rough with me, and I loved every second of it. Let’s just say that my pussy was definitely sore, and my ass was quite bruised. Mostly because I’m a brat and knew how to get the punishments I wanted. Read more »

My bf recently moved across the country to start law school. We decided to start a open relationship while we are long distance to fulfill any sexual desires / need for physical intimacy.

But we had a few rules:

1. Use protection for safety and to avoid accidental pregnancies
2. Have to tell the other person before hooking up/meeting with some one
3. No going on dates or hanging out with the person we are hooking up with

The rules felt very reasonable at first until I met T, (30m). Upon our first meeting I was obsessed. Hotter then my bf, fucked me even better, was more attentive and overall more fun.

T was unaware of my open relationship, but my bf knew I was seeing him. But thought it was only once a week.

In reality I’ve been spending almost all my time with T. Hookups multiple times a week, dates, sleepovers, even hanging out with his friends. Breaking rule 3.

Most recently I broke the first rule. Letting T use me like a fuck toy and getting treated like his cum dump has been amazing. He fucks and fills me even more then my bf did. Read more »

A few months ago, I was dating a girl. Let’s call her Sofia.. Our chemistry was great. Sex was intense and sensual. But I wanted more than she did out the relationship. I still kept seeing Sofia, but I started searching elsewhere and went on dates. Until I met this other chick. Let’s call her Ashley. She was nice. Cute. Chemistry was ok.. But her intelligence is what intrigued me. We decided to not rush into things. A few weeks into knowing her, we hooked up a couple of times. But it wasn’t the same as it was with Sofia.

One summer night, I was out with Sofia. We went for a walk at the park, had a great time talking, and we hooked up in the car. She came twice. And squirted once. It was fucking hot. She’s very submissive and passionate. Read more »

Everyone one in this story is 18+

As a young man in my early to mid 20s between stages of graduate school I worked for a while in Paris. My French was and is awful and I had a hard time making friends and connections. This was the mid 90s and there was a lot of Anti American sentiment at the time. I’d been dumped by my stateside gf and so it was a tough time. I was broke as hell and drinking too much and getting pretty scruffy and down at heel. There’s a way the French do scruff that looks cool— but I didn’t have it. Maybe I was too lonely and desperate.

I had a friend, Francois, who told me I needed to change my luck. I agreed but kept striking out. And so one day he gave me a couple hundred dollars in francs— this is before the Euro— and handed me an address below Monmarte in what I later learned is called the Pigalle.

“Old house,” he told me. “Very respectable.” Read more »