Update 2.2: Tying up the Innocent Girl

Here's the first part of this story if you missed it.

It was quiet for a second, and she murmured "this is the best sex I've had in years and I think your pants are still on."

Not for long, babe. Not for long.

I dropped trou (belt was already off which was nice) and pulled my polo over my head. I made sure to throw in little auditory cues to let her know what was happening– the unzip of the fly, the thump of the shirt hitting the floor. I slid out of my boxer briefs and let the one-eyed monster free. She wriggled her ass, which had bright red stripes across both cheeks from the belt.

Then I stood there, letting the anticipation build like static electricity. I noticed that there was a wet spot on the pillow between her legs from her last orgasm. I walked over to the sex drawer and pulled out a buttplug and some lube, making sure to make a little bit of noise to get her imagination working. I fucking love that mix of uncertainty and the knowledge that good things are about to happen.

My wife’s adventure with a married good friend[M]. Long.

We used to go to dance clubs pretty regularly with a few other married couples we've known for years. I don't dance unless drunk, so I would spend most of the time at the bar with the other husbands admiring our slutted out wives and the other eye candy at the club while the girls danced. One of the husbands, my closest friend of the group Mike, liked to dance so he would go on the dance floor with the girls to keep an on them for aggressive guys, or the go to guy for one of the wives to drag out onto the floor for a dance partner. My wife, Maria, liked to dance with Mike because she's small and he's much shorter than me and closer to my wife's height(5'3") which makes for better dancing and grinding. The unspoken rule among our group was that groping/grinding at the clubs was ok because we were all friends and all married. Maria would tell me afterwards of any groping that went on while they were on the dance floor, and sometimes I could see them on the dance floor and watch the grinding for myself.

My first-ever FMF threesome – includes D/s play and lots of spanking

This I happened a week ago and I'm still on cloud 9.

The story starts about 10 days ago, with me matching with Melanie on Tinder. Melanie is a 19 year-old rocker chick, in university, and super cool. I made my intentions clear up-front, and she was attracted to me being experienced with BDSM as a dom and my bag of toys.

We met up the same night that we matched. She hadn't really been dommed before, so we discussed what she was into, her past experiences, her comfort level with certain activities, he limits, and safe words. And then we played! I won't get into details, as this encounter isn't the focus of the story, but she had a ton of fun getting spanked, having her throat used, being cum on, having her nipples tortured, being called all kinds of names, and calling me "Daddy". She was on her period, so we didn't fuck. I did, however, order her to masturbate and she came for the first time in someone else's presence.

The next morning, we talked about bringing another girl into the mix. Melanie and never been with a girl and wasn't sure if she was bi. However, she agreed that if I ordered her to lick pussy, she would comply.

Vegas sex club – My {28F} experience as a sex slave

after reading the story posted on reddit (https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/3mwaty/performed_live_porn_at_a_vegas_sex_club_for/) i felt compelled to share my own experience at this club. this happened a little over a year ago.

in a nutshell, i agreed to have sex with a group of men in front of a huge audience at a vegas sex club. like the other girl said in her story, parts of it was amazing. having 3 and 4 guys give you a sensual massage and take turns licking my pussy and bring me to orgasm was out of this world like a dream. while many parts were just complete domination and raw and powerful sex that took me through a myriad of emotions and left me physically ravaged. my body was used beyond what i was capable of handling but i walked away with over $78000.

the show the other girl did that i linked to above was an opening show and they are more tame and a mini-version of what happened with m. i was the girl who did the ending show of the night. i was the main "attraction" so to speak. not because i'm the hottest girl out there. but because i was desperate enough to say yes. willing enough to have the sex they wanted. and pretty enough to fit the mold of what the audience paid to see. for reference i'm brunette, 5'6", 125 lbs with 34B boobs.

Lucas. (long!) [f]

A bit of back story here, and it will be long. Anyone who takes offense to what can certainly be classified as “cheating” behavior, turn away now; I will ignore any attempts to judge me or my character.

I am an incredibly firm person in my “real life,” that is – the life I maintain outside of my bedroom. Therefore, I imagine the reactions of folks finding out that I like to be submissive in bed with great joy. I still like to play the games of fighting for dominance in the bedroom, but only in the interest of getting my partner so ready to fuck my brains out that they can no longer hold back. This is not to say I want to be ridden hard and put away wet every time I have sex, but I do get a deeper thrill from it. Every once in a while, though, I like to take control and do whatever I can to make my partner cum first.

The Movie Theater (M/F)

Hi guys I'm back! Sorry for the absence. Anyway check my history for my other stories and a little about me!

This story happened with a guy I was seeing during the beginning of my freshman year of college. I had just broken up with my high school boyfriend a month ago due to us going to separate colleges far away from each other. We had a going away marathon of fucking (another story for another day) let's just say we used the periodic table of sex positions to our advantage.

So I was feeling a little lonely and kind of lost.

I lived in a 3 person dorm room with 2 other girls Mindy and Taylor, both were freshman soccer players like me so we got along pretty well. One night we all decide to head to one of the frat houses for a party. That's where I met him… The most beautiful guy I've ever seen, he must've been 6" tall 200 lbs not an ounce of fat on him. He notices me gawking him and gives me a smile. I got all embarrassed and hid behind Taylor for a moment. When I peak around Taylor I see him walking towards me…

Anal in the hot tub.

The first time he fucked my ass in the hot tub was an incredible experience.

I remember the cool night air against my face, the water bubbling all around us. He was in his spot, as sexy as ever, his electric eyes drawing me in. He was already naked.

I moved through the hot water, straddling him between my legs. We kissed, and I felt him harden and rise. My pussy started throbbing. I ached for him. He moved my bikini bottom to the side in the expert way he has and began guiding his thick cock into my pussy. I rode him, his hands on my hips, mine in his hair, our lips and tongues exploring the other's. I rode him until I came.

In one effortless movement, he lifted me off of him. He moved me away and raised himself out of the water, his perfect cock tempting me. I couldn't resist. I leaned down and took him into my mouth, still able to taste myself on him. I went all the way down, as far as I could go, but it wasn't enough. It never is. He pressed against the back of my throat and there were inches left. No matter how I struggled and choked, I couldn't take him. I gave up and focused on pleasing him. He moaned as I ran my tongue from his balls to the tip of his cock, sucking, swirling, licking while I stroked him with my hand. He held my hair out of the way so he could watch. I tasted him.

Fucking a homeless chick

So I went to a casino with a lesbian couple. They went and played roulette or some other complicated table game. I didn't want to do that, so I went to the video poker bar; easy game, free drinks.

There was one other person there, a woman about my age with a nice body but the face of an itinerate turnip farmer. She was nursing a Heineken and sloooowly playing what must have been her last dollar.

I sensed an opportunity, so I moved next to her. We chatted a little bit. She admitted she was out of cash. I suggested we go outside to a bench by the valet stand and cuddle and kiss a little. She was down- yay!

After a lot of kissing and just generally being affectionate, I said we should take a cab to my house. My friends would need my car to get home; they'd had enough foresight to get my keys when we separated LOL.

So, at my house, first she ate everything I had: a couple of eggs, an onion, and a potato. She fried all of this up into something. Then, she took a shower. It was around this time that it occurred to me that homegirl's housing situation might not be entirely settled. Also, her purse was roughly the size of an oil drum, and full of miscellaneous crap.

Update 2.1: Tying up the Innocent Girl [m/f]

First off, this is pretty long. Second, this is only part 1 of 2. I hate it when people do that, but it's late and this is as far as I got today.

As I wrote last week, I recently ran into a girl I'd dated in grad school, and we reconnected hard. The chemistry was insane and the sex was like riding a bike.

I was out of town on a business trip through Friday, but had plans to meet up with Caitlin on Saturday night (my flight came in late). We texted all week, and I was reminded of one of her best/worst qualities: her text style. We'll be volleying back and forth, multiple texts a minute, and then… nothing. For eight hours. I'm not sure if she's purposely playing mind games, but she'd pull this shit all the time when we were dating. While it's insanely annoying, it works so well for keeping her in my head all day. Every time my phone goes off, I'm checking it thinking it's her. Kinda pathetic but that's just how this girl gets to me.

Summertime is [F]or New [F]riends, Pt. 1

Names and locations changed, of course. As I wasn't an eye witness to these earlier parts, this is more of an appetizer to make you feel the same way I did at the time of these events. Thanks for reading.

I was spending the summer at home, studying for my boards and working. My girlfriend at the time had taken a short-term job in the city. We'd see each other about every other week. Usually I would go and visit her. Let's face it, spending time in a suburb pales in comparison to what the city can offer. I'd describe us as a typical, early 20s couple. I'm John, I have dark hair, blue eyes, and a good body from spending most of my life playing sports (though with less frequently given the demands of school). She's Caroline, a lithesome brunette with a stunningly beautiful smile and hazel eyes — and an ass to die for. That's my biggest weakness.

On one of the weekends that I was staying in town, Caroline was out with friends. I was up late, watching a movie, having one too many cups of coffee during the day. I was hoping to hear from her before I went to bed. It was around 2:00am when I received a few texts messages. To this day, they are burned in my memory — though unfortunately this was before I had a smart phone.