Playing Cowboys and Indians – [mff]

I love reading the stories here and figured it was time to share a one of my own from my younger days. Things aren’t as crazy nowadays at 34 but every now and again I think of these times and jerk off once…or twice.

So this story happened some time around my sophomore or junior year of undergrad. My friends and I usually threw parties Thursday – Sunday because hey why not, right? When we were feeling particularly motivated we would come up with a theme and this night we lazily tossed out the idea of cowboys and Indians. Clever, I know.

So we throw a cowboy and Indian party. Most of the people show up with a cowboy hat, a feather or some other minimal costume that vaguely relates to the theme. We tap the keg and the beer starts flowing and eventually a beer pong tournament breaks out. My buddy Dave and I were absolutely lethal at beer pong and quickly started running the table. Eventually we’ve soundly beat everyone and everyone is complaining that it’s not fun.

Part #4 – I [M] fucked my uptight roommate [F]

[**Disclaimer**](https://old.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ato4fl/the_uptight_roommate_saga_mf_reviving_one_of_the/)

[Part 3](https://old.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/au7uyb/part_3_i_m_fucked_my_uptight_roommate_f/)

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There seemed to be demand for me to keep writing so here ya go. I actually found out something kind of interesting about Nicole. I heard the girls talking about what they were doing on Valentine’s Day and Nicole said she was going out with a guy. The way they talked it sounded like it was an ongoing thing but I have no idea how serious it is. That night I was going out with my mates, getting drunk and hoping to find a lonely single girl on Valentine’s Day.

I didn’t have that much luck – I danced with this girl all night and we kissed but at the end of the night she didn’t want to do anything else. I was pretty disappointed because I was horny as fuck and I knew if Nicole was out with another guy I wouldn’t even have that option. But when I got back, about 2 in the morning, I could see the light was still on in the lounge. So I went through and Nicole was there, still all dressed up and she looked really hot – tight dress showing off her tits.

How I [M]et my Ex [F] [Public]

Sorry it’s long. I was going to cut out the first half and just mention it. She said that made it so much better for her. So it’s here. I tried to keep it brief, I didn’t do a great job. Skip to (ctrl+f) sexy time if you want.

At bar. Girls drink. Guys drink. Girls go up to get more drinks. They’d been chatting and kind of made one big group around a couple tables in the back of the bar. However it happened, when she got up to get her drink it was me and SB left at the table. SB is Scumbag. She had left her purse there, and I didn’t think anything of it. She had been talking with the group for a while now, our groups had sort of merged. It’s about an hour and change, maybe close to an hour and 20, I’m getting ready to get out of here. I’m not drinking, for several reasons and, technically, at the time it was illegal for me to be at a bar. Any bar. Bad life choices. I had seen her sort of make out with a guy earlier who I knew wasn’t her boyfriend and I kind of thought maaaaybe? Still work in the am. Before she gets back SB reaches across the table to her purse, unzips it, and with two fingers in a chopstick motion slides some bills out of it. Not cool dude. Not cool.

[MF] I’m a Business Traveling Slut!

EDIT: Please don’t ask me where I travel. I don’t want this post to be some advertisement.

My job has me traveling all across the US. If I add it all up, I’m on the road perhaps over 80% of the time. For those who think corporate traveling is fun and glamorous, it’s really not. You’re constantly on the move, the weather controls your schedule, and you’re not in a place long enough to develop strong friendships. It is what it is, but business traveling could very stressful and lonely.

To make my travels more bearable, I’m this huge business traveling slut. Each time, I’m in my new city, I find a way to fuck someone. Tinder, hotel, bars, you name it. You can say that it’s my hobby, something I do for fun, when I’m traveling. Depending on the length of each business trip, I could fuck 1 guy, or 3 guys, or my record… 5 guys. Honestly… sometimes, I’m fucking more often than I’m working. I’m young, sexy, cute and most importantly slutty. So it’s not too hard to find a willing guy. I probably accumulate as many frequent flyer miles as I do frequent flyer fucks.

A[M]usement Park [F]un with my petite Hispanic girlfriend.

The story starts with me and my girlfriend at the time going to a local amusement park for an all day outing. We had been seeing eachother for almost a year at this point and over the course of the relationship I had learned quite a lot about her sexual self and what she likes. The most significant of which was that she was without a doubt an exhibitionist, and she liked it rough. For the sake of the story I’ll call her April.

How it started…. part 12 [MF] [cheating]

Hi, to all my new followers!!! I’m so pleased to have you and I hope you enjoy this chapter as much as the previous ones!!! Make sure you let me know, I love your messages ?

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That afternoon as we set up for the party my husband very conveniently decided he needed to nap. So he headed off inside and left B and I to continue the set up.

It wasn’t long at all until his hands were all over me, I was stacking bottles of champagne into the fridge when he came up behind me and gripped my hips roughly pulling me back against him and pressing his already hard cock into my ass. I let out a low groan and rubbed myself against him, the thin material of my dress sticking to the wetness between my legs due to my lack of panties.

‘We shouldn’t…’ I say in mild protest turning in his arms. I put my hands around his neck and pull him close to kiss me.

‘Are you refusing?’ He asks me, lips lightly brushing against mine as he talks, his hands rubbing over my ass. ‘Because it doesn’t feel like you’re saying no?’

Daddy’s punishment [FM]

Thank you guys for the suggestions of punishments! Now let me tell you how deliciously wet I am writing this and letting you know once again daddy doesn’t know I’m writing here so it’s our little secret ? I think he’ll love it

Daddy surprised me in the shower this morning and he started to wash my hair. He would switch between running his fingers through my hair and slightly tightening a fist in it and holding me under the stream of water. I was fucking drenched and it was not from the shower.

We get to the bedroom and I walk behind him so when he enters first I immediately drop into my uniform position. Knees straight, sit on my ass and keep my heels crossed. I keep my chin up and my hands folded in my lap, I’m peeking up at him and he is just marveling at me. His wife of 5 years dropped to her knees ready to be mercilessly fucked, he walks and grabs my collar. He pulls me to the ottoman and puts my knees a foot apart and my chest up on the bed, arms behind my back.

[M]eeting up again, [F]ive Years Later

Hi readers. Here’s my first story. I realize it’s got quite a wordy intro, but context is important to me. I welcome any and all constructive feedback. She keeps promising me she will post her own version of the story, and I’ve even read part of it. Maybe you can encourage her in the comments.

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I’ve known her for a few years, after we met through work. We both worked for the same company, but at different stores, and I had to pick up a product from her store to transfer to ours. I drove over, and she was at the till. If I’m being honest, the first thing I noticed was her chest. It’s not always the first thing I check out (mostly, but not always), but you need to understand what the outfit was doing.

Let me try to paint a picture – we had recently replaced the uniforms, and these were button-down dress shirts. The ladies’ style was fitted, dark-grey, with three quarter length sleeves. Nice enough style, but the sizes seemed to go from “fit perfectly until you wash it the first time and then it’s meant for a doll”, to “hey little child, does your dad know your borrowed his shirt?” We worked in a commission-based, sales-driven environment, and she was self-aware enough to know what sells.

Just Another Friday Night – Part 2 [FM]

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/audc7n/just_another_friday_night_part_1_fm/)

The slight condom scare put me off any more drinking, and my mind was adjusting to the new clarity I’d found in my freshly sober state. I stood at the door of the bar, hearing the music thump, wondering if I should go back in, or cut my losses and go home to my guaranteed not to be disappointing toys, when someone sauntered up beside me. Donkey Dick, fresh off his phone call, had made a reappearance. He barely got out a greeting when I pulled him in for a kiss, pouring all of my sexual frustration in to the connection. When I pulled back, I was all too self aware. The minute man had left my hair a mess, he’d destroyed my makeup, and my dress was wrinkled. There was no way Donkey Dick didn’t know what had happened. But he’d been drinking too, and I still had a hint of my chemically induced confidence. I told him that, if he had a room, I would do whatever he wanted there, as long as he didn’t pop off early. He nodded, only barely registering surprise at my bluntness, and gestured for me to follow him.