Got a few requests for my favorite kink [FM] Warning: rapekink

I love when my husband is really rough when he fucks me and I love it when he takes control and wants to fuck me whenever or wherever he wants. He has a thing where he fucks me as soon as I fall asleep or initiates sex at the worst times. For example, one time I was making spaghetti and the spaghetti was boiling when he came up behind me and started grabbing my big ass and 36D tits. I pushed him away a little and said I’m making dinner but he pulled my hair and pulled my yoga pants down and rubbed my pussy through my panties until I was wet. He pulled my panties to the side, bent me over the counter, and stuck his cock in my wet pussy. I came about the time that the water started boiling over the stove and he just let it boil over while fucking me as hard as he could.

 

We have fucked in public places a lot, but that’s usually me that wants that. I told him I wanted him to rape me in public sometime or rape me at home like he’s an intruder. He asked if I would let his friends or a stranger rape me and I said I didn’t know. He didn’t like that answer, because he’s pretty protective and dominant.

[M]y experience cheating with a [F]riend [M18F18]

It all started in the dorms when I (6’4”, Athletic, Blonde) met another girl (4’11”, Blonde, B cups, soccer body) in the athlete dorms whom I hit it off with as friends. We would stay up late, go on walks, smoke cigars and drink whatever cheap alcohol we could afford that day; all while being extremely flirtatious without doing anything. After I told her I found it extremely sexy when a woman gently blew smoke out of her mouth she would constantly do it to tease me and drive me crazy even tho we were both still in “relationships” from high school, stupid I know. Little did we both know that we were going to be the best sexual partners we could have ever asked for….

Just another coolish night in the Valley [FFM].

Seeing as how I’ve gotten some enjoyment out of reading a few of these, I thought I’d document one of my own experiences with my girlfriend and one of our playmates. Inspired to write down by a girl who wrote about a terrible threesome and people encouraged her to go back and try again if there was any chemistry. That is, for the record, terrible advice.

Basic contours, two sexy, curvy, mid/late twenties, multi-orgasmic women (non multi-orgasmic women don’t get to be our playmates), a ginger and half-Samoan respectively, and myself, an early forties caucasian male, in decent shape, with the stamina of a Fremen and the charisma of a cultural pirate.

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Our original plans were a night in a strip club VIP (we could write novellas on what we’ve done in those) to be followed up by an evening of play at our place, but tweaked our plans as mother nature came a knocking on Courtney’s door and slammed the gate to her playground shut the night before. Hardly the first time climate change caused a playtime adjustment, but we have always been good at improvising with our playmates. Still she was dying to play with Mandy regardless of the circumstances, as it had been some time since our previous playtime, so we had her come over for a dinner out instead before dessert of flesh back at our apartment.

What a long weekend we had [MF] (Part 2)

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8b15iz/what_a_long_weekend_we_had_mf_part_1/)

After the events of the drive down and ensuing aftermath we got a quick shower and then headed out to dinner and some sight seeing around the city.

When we eventual arrived back at our hotel room I desided to test out one of the small blue pills I had gotten for the club as I had never used one before (brand name legally bought over the counter in a pharmacy).

10 to 15 minutes later and I am getting a massive headache and nothing else I’m beinging to worry and say so to S. She reasures me and suggests we start fooling around to see if that helps (best GF ever). So we start kissing and playing slowly stripping each other out of our clothes as soon enough I’m rock hard and no headache. Result!

We fuck each other hard and fast getting her off I don’t know how many times. We cycle through all our favourite postions and I cum 2 or 3 time holy shit these things are good. Eventually we exhaust ourselves and fall asleep.

Random threesome with a hot chick and some Sudanese guy [MFF]

So I’m on my way to the city on the train, going to meet friends at wherever the fuck. It’s a bit over an hour ride in, and I was a super hardcore alcoholic so I had my stash. Just chillaxing, having a drink.

Strike up a conversation with this other hot blonde chick. She’s pretty much doing the same thing I am, so we bond. Having a great time together.. Laughing, drinking, really enjoying each others company. She’s on her way to meet friends in the city too.

She comes and sits by me and it’s a ball. We’re being loud, but no one minds too much. Its a good time! But.. *dun dun*… The train gestapo, ticket checkers, roll in. Its two younger guys in their long grey coats. Train keeps moving.

We both don’t have tickets! I suggest we make out, no ones gonna ask for a ticket in that situation, surely. She’s red hot for it (fuck, it turns me on just remembering this), so we start kissing and fondling each other.

The ticket guys eventually leave while me and random chick are really getting into it. WHOA drunk idiots, we fall through the doors adjoining the carriages! Hahaha! Ahhhh.

[MF] Raising the Bar

I️ spotted you across the room. Truth be told, this wasn’t the first time I’d seen you from afar. You sat in my math class two rows up and 3 seats to the left. My dick curves left. Happy coincidence maybe. I️ like to think is not. I️ always watched intently, eyes glued to your direction, never blinking for the 3 minutes before class got out. I️ looked because when class was dismissed, you never fail to bend over in an attempt to quickly pack your stuff up and exit the lecture hall. What you didn’t know- or at least didn’t seem to care about- is that when you made that move from upright to waist at 90 degrees, your sorority house shirt rode up just enough. Just past those firm, perky ass cheeks of yours. Some days, you didn’t wear anything underneath. On those days, my favorite days, I️ could see the tiny, black g-string. There goes my cock again. Stiffening and curving left. As was common in math class sitting 3 rows behind you and 3 to the right. Then I️ saw you at the bar. I️t was late, I️ was drunk. You stood there looking uninterested in anything you saw. I️ was only interested in one thing I️ saw: you. Maybe I️t was the hormones, maybe I️t was the alcohol but I️ had to have you. I️ approached you. I️ didn’t introduce myself. I️ didn’t say anything in the way of a greeting. In fact, I️ said nothing at all. Actions speak louder than words and I️ wanted to act. I️ confidently strode up to you. Eyes. Locked. 10 feet away. I️ grabbed your face and planted my tongue deep in your mouth. You didn’t resist. I️t took you a few seconds but you reciprocated. Good. Progress. I️ broke the kiss and liked your cheek. Then I️ grabbed your waist. Spinning you forcefully, I️ lined my hips up with yours and bent you in half. Much like how you bent over in class. You cake as close to riding my big swollen left curved dick as the thin skirt you wore would let you. Pulling your skirt up enough to get a hand underneath, I️ was pleased to find a lack of any type of underwear. Easy access is sexy. I️t was then that I️ said the first words to you ever: Wanna get out of here? You rejected my offer. I️ was upset until you offered a solution. You wanted to fuck but you didn’t want to leave. Through a very breathy exhale due to my fingers on your clit, you sighed two very disjointed, very excited words: Bathroom. Now. You lead me to the only single, locked door style bathroom and locked the door behind us. You pinned me against the wall. Grabbing your ass with the skirt around your hips, I️ spun, pinning you against the wall. There wasn’t time to get undressed, however, the lack of breasts in my face was unacceptable. I️ pulled out first your left and then right tit. The nipples felt good on my tongue and your moans let me know you thought the same. You screamed when I️ nibbled. I️ had had enough. I️ needed to feel your tight sorority girl pussy around my throbbing cock. I️ lifted one leg and cupped the thigh from underneath like I️ was doing a bicep curl. Your hands fumbled with my zipper but ultimately got me out of my pants. I️ thrusted up into your tight snatch. I️t was bliss. You screamed and moaned and came on my dick. I️ wasn’t done. I️ pulled out of you and applied a gentle but firm hand on your head forcing you to your knees. You took all of my cock into your mouth. Too soft. I️ grabbed your hair with both hands and thrusted into your mouth. With nowhere to go and your back literally against a wall, you took all of me down your throat. You loved I️t. I️ know because you came by your own hand. Twice. I️ was close to cumming. You felt me getting ready. Suddenly you got away. Still on your knees, you looked up with puppy dog eyes. Cum inside me daddy! I️ didn’t need to be told twice. I️ yanked you up to your fee and once again made you assume that bent over position. This time, I️t was over the sink. I️ watched your eyes roll to the back of your head as I️ slammed into you again and again and again, each time watching your tits make contact with the porcelain white sink. Your ass bounced as I️ fucked you so hard I️ thought you might bleed. I️ stiffened up and came inside you. I️ pulled out and made you lick me clean. You were a good little sorority cum slut. I’d be seeing you again, I’m sure. I️ didn’t give you my number. I️ said I’d see you in math class. To make sure you didn’t forget me, I️ lifted your skirt up again, gave you a hard spanking on your firm ass. I️ went to exit the bathroom but before I️ did, I️ saw the outline of my hand on your ass. Quickly thinking, I️ pulled your skirt off completely and lifted you up as I️ slid I️t under your feet. You now wore nothing but your top. No thing, no skirt, nothing to hide the handprint. I️ opened the door and exited the bar with your skirt in hand. I️ still think about you trying to make I️t out of that bar with nothing covering my handprint and even sexier, nothing covering your ass and pussy.

The Road Trip [FM] [long]

I apologize right away, this story is long. It is based entirely on true events though, and is just one part of a wild 2 days. Feel free to comment any suggestions or requests for part 2 :)

We had been planning this trip for months, I was finally off work and walking to meet him at the restaurant. I was tingling with nervous anticipation as the realisation of just what I was about to do washed over me again. I didn’t even know what he looked like. Only the sound of his voice and the countless details of his darkest desires that he had shared with me. I inhaled a shaky breath on my stress cigarette. Things in my world weren’t going so great, but the thought of escaping reality with W for a little while made me relax ever so slightly. I had a million thoughts rushing around my head which is probably how I arrived outside of the restaurant, looking up at the window almost as I walked by. That’s when I saw him.

I [M] [18] had sex in my school’s infirmary w/ a girl in my grade [18] and can’t tell anyone about it so…

So I’ve had serious elbow pain since soccer practice yesterday and my dad recommended I ask for aspirin if it still hurt by the end of the day. When I got to the the small infirmary-room the nurse lady wasn’t there and I (pretty stupidly) got impatient and started digging through the cabinets for the aspirin. The nurse is rarely in there, so I usually help myself to the cupboard even though technically you’re supposed to only get meds if she is present (she never is because she’s always supervising school-sports events when we have them).

The door of the cabinet kind of obstructed the entrance so when I heard someone walk in I almost had a heart-attack thinking it was the nurse–sure she’d think I was a drug addict or something. Whelp, it was the nurse but she didn’t seem to notice what I was doing because she was helping this girl from my grade (*really* hot; to me, anyway) hobble into the room. Obviously her leg must’ve been hurting because the nurse yelled at me to help her the rest of the way to the “hospital”-cot-thingy while she went to do IDK what (be useless, probably). Her face was really red so I just assumed she’d been crying a moment ago from the pain or something.

She [F]inally fucked [M]e! [pegging] [long]

So neither of us are sure what happened to get us to where we are right now but my GF properly pegged me a few hours ago, harness and decent sized dildo and all that good stuff.

Bit of backstory: We are both 27 and will have been together for 9 years in November after meeting in college. We were each other’s first and we both brought out one another’s bi-curious sides. I experimented and had a few encounters with other guys (all with her knowledge) during school, though self-esteem issues prevented her from truly acting on her desires with girls. I’m definitely a switch so with the guys I was always the receiver but never got fucked, only gave head and handjobs with some reciprocation. My sub side brought the idea of pegging to us and she absolutely LOVED it.

We bought the harness and dildo a few years ago and attempted to try it out but due to never having total privacy, our sex life started faltering after college, especially leaving no real quality time for experimentation with the exception of a vacation we took to get some privacy in a hotel room with the explicit desire to use the harness. That time I could barely get the dildo in due to pain, mostly because I feel we rushed it which I know is a big no-no.

That ti[m]e I looked like a sex o[f]fender (but totally wasn’t one, guys!)

(A few months ago I had a fun conversation with a fellow redditor about damaged/broken/victimized girls [like her] and guys who are good at picking up on this damage [like me]. She wanted more details about this story and since I wrote it up I figured I’d share it. )

So this was back when I lived in Boston. One summer I was really having a go at fucking a lot of damaged ok Cupid girls. Even on the internet there’s a victim-walk. Or a victim-profile, really. Anyway, k’s profile screamed it. Ill call her k because I legit don’t remember if her name was kirsten or Kristen or kiersten or Denise or whatever. But she was tall, pale, and skinny so I was on it.

We met at shitty hipster dive A (“the silhouette”) and physically approved of one another over small talk that mostly amounted to looking at each other’s mouths and ordering drinks. I think it’s at this point she starts talking about Annette Schwartz being her favorite porn star.

I started pushing her around in small ways, partially verbally (“stop, hold on, don’t move”) and partially physically, putting hands upon her, redirecting her, letting her feel how wide my fingers can stretch around her neck.