That’s how our next few sessions went as well. We’d meet in his hotel room after he was done with work, maybe have a drink or two while complaining about our respective days, and then Sam would force orgasm after orgasm out of me with a new clit toy of the month before making me suck his cock or give him a thighjob. It’s weird to think back on all the stuff we did without outright penetration – Sam pressing me into walls, his cock furiously rubbing between my pussy folds as he fucked my legs and groped my breasts; taking a shower together, which ended with me deep throating him for the first time and choking on his come; him laying down on the bed and me sliding my pussy over and over his cockhead until he came. We’d both decided to stop using condoms at that point since we’d gotten tested. This was rapidly becoming all too comfortable, even though I was still feeling guilty over helping Sam cheat and then guilty over liking the sex with him so much. He’d indulged my fantasy while introducing me to new ones: sensory deprivation, 69-ing, exhibitionism (sucking him off by the glass balcony door), and daddy-daughter role playing.
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My [F] forced orgasm experience with a married man contd. (part 3)
All right. I’m not proud of it. But I caved, and met with Sam again about a month later when he was “in the city” for work. I hated myself while texting him that I’d be there, both because I was now officially complicit in cheating – with a married man no less – and also because I couldn’t let go of how incredible last time had been. So I rocked up to the hotel room in jeans and a sweater, to try and compensate for how skeevy I felt.
That lasted about 10 min.
Sam had let me know ahead of time that he wanted to do something different this time – he’d brought a Womanizer sex toy, which is basically this little suction pump that goes over your clit and then uses air to…suck on it, for lack of a better word. I’d watched a couple videos of it online beforehand and was already pretty damp between the legs by the time I saw Sam sitting at the edge of the bed, looking as ordinary as ever like he hadn’t had been making me beg for it a couple weeks ago.
My [F] first forced orgasm as a virgin (part 2)
And he did. He rubbed, coaxed, and eventually forced 20 orgasms out of me during our session. I just remember coming and coming and coming over Sam’s lap, sometimes like a hiccup and sometimes a slow, full-body moaning orgasm. Several times I squirted and instead of feeling deep shame over losing control like that, Sam would pat my head and say, “good, let’s try for another.” He’d do this thing where his free hand would spread my ass apart, fingers parting my labia and exposing my blitzed-out clit so the Hitachi could deliver its devastating sensation over every. square. inch. I would scream into the pillow, beg for relief, jerk and try to get away. And Sam would just hold me down harder, massage the Hitachi in circles over my red, shiny, puffy pussy, and another orgasm would punch itself out of me, sending my vaginal walls into ecstatic contractions over and over as I shook in Sam’s lap.
My [F] first forced orgasm as a virgin (part 1)
There are certain things you learn growing up as the daughter of poor, conservative Asian immigrants: study hard, don’t ask for too much, listen to your elders, and don’t get too close to boys that aren’t in the family. By every standard, I was the good daughter: at the time this happened, I was a senior at a top 10 university, had a great job lined up after graduation, a respectful relationship with my parents and grandparents, and hadn’t so much as dated a guy since entering college. Recently, however, they’d been talking about setting me up with family friends’ sons. Now, my family’s culture is one that highly values virginity before marriage and while I don’t personally believe it holds much intrinsic value, I also made them (well, mostly my mom) a promise to be a virgin on my wedding night. Also, the risk of STIs and possible pregnancy made me very eh about sex in general during college, where most students can’t be trusted to do their own laundry regularly much less practice safe sex.
So how did this all lead to me face down, ass up across an older man’s lap in a hotel room, wailing uncontrollably as he forced orgasm after orgasm out of my sopping wet pussy?
Almost Lived The [MFF] Dream On Our First Anniversary
As the night was playing out I was thinking to myself “When this is over I better submit this to r/gonewildstories”
**300 Word Preamble (Including Two Short Stories)**
Prior to meeting my wife I’d had only two one night stands. The first was back in my early twenties. A few buddies and I were at this industrial/punk bar in this trendy part of town when these two super hot alt-rocker chicks introduce themselves to us. I asked one what they were up to that evening and she whispered to me “We’re just here to meet hot guys to have sex with.” I wish I could’ve seen the look on my face. I was out of there and back to her place a few minutes later.
The second happened a few months before I started dating my wife. I was fresh out of a seven-year relationship and at a big singles mixer for open minded, sex positive college kids and twenty somethings. A “Safe space” for sexual self-expression if you will. (I’ve got some fun stories from a few of their other events for another time). At this event a cute & naive girl I’d met and hit it off with admitted to me she was still a virgin at 27. She was clearly drunk.
First time about my first time [FM]
I’ve been an intermittent reader of this subreddit and while I enjoy a lot of the stories, I often get frustrated by the fakeness that seems to enter into a lot of these. So I figured I’d try my hand at telling some of my stories that are 100% real. Hopefully these go over well…they are not embellished or changed in anyway. So 100% authentic even if sacrificing some degree of sexiness. Well here goes…
I figure it would be fitting for my first post to be about my first time. To set the scene, I was a senior in high school and had a boyfriend I had been seeing for almost a year. I’m 5’2″, petite, with long brown hair and brown eyes. I’m small chested…about a 32A at the time of this story. My boyfriend was about 5’8″, athletic (on the football and wresting teams), with blonde hair and bright beautiful blue eyes. The only thing I’ll change in the story are the names to protect the not so innocent :). To that end, let’s call him Todd and I’ll go by Katie.
[F]irst post: I fucked a teacher from my highschool shortly after graduation
I was 18 at the time and he was 32. I had recently left my nest and was using my new found freedom to hang out in very adult environments. One afternoon I found myself in such a place and a man approaches me.
Hes tall and lightly tattooed with a buzz cut and glasses. He is not shy about the fact that the age difference between us turns him on, and neither am I. I ask him what he does and he tells me hes a teacher. When I ask where he teaches his answer sets off a fantasy I never thought I’d have the chance to act on. The expression on his face when I tell him I just graduated from that school this past spring is enough for me to start to feel the wettness in my panties.
We talk and flirt for less than an hour before we’re driving to a hotel. The sex we have is playful and incredibly erotic. He manuvers me around effortlessly, slowing me down while he takes his sweet time. I’m so eager and willing, and I’m so aroused I repeatedly and shamelessly beg him for more. Every time I do, he smiles cockily.
[F]irst post – I love wearing cum to work on my bras/panties/stockings/inside my heels. How it got started
I’ve been a lurker here for a looong time. I dont have a story as wild or hot as the other ones here… but here’s one for the stockings/feet/heels/cum lovers. I have a confession that I’ve been wearing cum while at work lately and I love it.
I’m 5’1, brunette, B cup. My office is strictly business attire so that mostly consists of dress pants and the occasional pencil skirts. I’m fairly tiny, wish I was a little taller, so I tend to wear heels often to work, often with pantyhose underneath.
Luckily for my man (we’ll call him R, we’re both late 20s) he can’t help himself when he sees heels and especially with some sort of pantyhose or stockings on. This led to a habit of having morning sex before we head off to work… as I’ll be getting dressed in my work attire for the day, he’d be accidentally enticed (lol) leading to some love every morning before work :) Most of the time R would cum inside of me, and I’d head off to work right after. It kept me turned on throughout the day to slowly feel his cum leaking out from me and keeping my panties wet throughout work. But one day R wanted to try something different and it led to this whole thing we’ve been doing from the past month.
Fuckin the receptionist at work Pt.2 [FM]
I’m going to pick up first where it left off. Check my post history for the first story.
Thanks for reading!
When she asks me about the room I told her to mingle around while I go get one for us. People are mostly cleared out since it was close to the end so she just saying her good byes pretty much.
When I go over to reserve the room I find out that there’s only a couple of rooms left for the night due to it being close to the holidays blah blah blah. I was expecting to spend about a hundred on the room, but I was blind sided. So it’s between this regular room with a full sized bed (bleh) and their huge suite up top with a king sized bed and view of midtown (great view) and I try to reason getting this room, and I can’t find the logic. I’m literally spending about $300-$400 to fuck this girl when we both have apartment not far from here and I am trying to be reasonable and responsible… But it all makes sense when she comes walking towards me, shoes shining, that black dress glistening, her hair which looks like mild sex hair is bouncing along with her, she flashing this smile that kills me. So I look back over at the concierge and tell her I want the big room. I’m kind of an idiot sometimes.
[mf] Cheating and taking my first black cock in the butthole! :)
Hey everyone! :) This story happened earlier today. I decided to instantly write about it because a. it was super fun and b. I remember the details better.
If you know me, you know I definitely look like the perfect type of little white girl to be impaled by a black cock. I am! For a brief description: I’m short, pale, 40D, 19, brunette, blue eyes, a little skinner than average but busty.
So the story is a little crazy so stick with me. It started with me being at the mall, with my friends. It was not an orgy, sadly. My legs were sore so I sat down for a second in this seating area at the end of the hall. I was sitting with my friend, Luke. He’s the black guy in the story.
So Luke starts talking to me, which obviously isn’t anything unusual. He noticed that there was a guy in the group I was with, and asked if I was cheating, and I said “no”. I wasn’t. I did have a boyfriend, but I wasn’t cheating with that guy.