About five years ago, between the fourth and fifth semester of college, I had a bit of a problem with money and paying rent. Thanks to a friend who worked at a nearby country club, I was put in contact with several middle-aged and elderly couples who were interested in cheap, off-the-books cleaning and maid services, and who did not mind having a half-Latina college student working for them part time. It was not a glamorous job by any stretch of the imagination, but most of the people I worked for were rich, very rich, and their concept of money was entirely alien to me. Aside from the pay, which was fairly decent, I received a lot of little gifts, mostly food and snacks, and most of them were content to simply leave me alone and let me do my job without interference. Of course, there were a few anal-retentive housewives among them, but overall, I was able to simply go about my business, listening to music while I cleaned up their multi-million dollar mansions. Being myself from a low-middle class household, their splendor and extravagance never ceased to floor me– but that’s besides the point.
[F]ort Bragg was good 2 [m]e
I drove through the night from Florida and got to NC just in time to take my friend to her very last chemo appointment in her breast cancer battle. She finished the treatment, we went home and took a very long nap together in bed. Breastfriends. Now that she’s done stealing the spotlight and faking cancer for attention, I can finally grow my hair back out and end my virtue signaling for pity sex campaign. Here is where I’d like to mention how COMPLETELY INSATIABLY HORNY I’d gotten in those weeks in Florida. Boyfriend and I only managed to have very quiet sex a handful of times while in Florida together, as we were staying with his entire family. No nookie-nookie for me, at least… not the way I like it. I tried arranging us some fun while we were there, but all the good ones I liked couldn’t host us/me so it was moot. The ones who could host inevitably came across too aggressively, too pushy, or threw red flags up. I ended up begging boyfriend to buy me a vibrator from a sex shop so I could masturbate in the car a few times a day and relieve some of the pressure. I lasted approximately 2 weeks without a vibrator. I can go months without sex with less panic and attitude.
[MF] hotwife in an empty parking garage (part 2)
[continuation]
Part 1: https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7abi45/mf_hotwife_in_empty_parking_garage_part_1/
She’s eager to get in the back seat so she starts to climb over me. I stop her and tell her to sit on my face. I tease her thru her multiple layers and play with her ass as she moans and grinds into my face.
She finally flips over me into the back seat and I hop out to move back there’s as well. I got in the back and while she leaned over the front to move the seats up, I jumped on the opportunity to aggressively lick her from behind. Even tossed in a tease of her sweet ass.
Well, needless to say, this really got her revved up. She leans back and nearly rips off her tights and tells me she wants her pussy licked. Her legs spread over I drop down. I slowly slide her panties to the side and licked up her lips to her clit. She shudders. I start slowly and softly, like she requested, then built up as I felt her clit harden. She grabbed my head and started bucking her hips. “I love your beard!” as I felt her tense up. (She was concerned my beard would be a turn off for her. She’s never kissed/messed around with a bearded guy before. Happy to report she loved it.)
[MF] hotwife in empty parking garage (part 1)
My introduction to her was quick and hot: https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/79yrfq/mf_found_a_sexy_hot_wife/
Wednesday afternoon finally arrived. We spent most of the morning texting and getting more and more turned on. Luckily she had a couple meetings to give us time to both settle down before meeting.
She pulled up just around noon and I braved the early November cold to hop in her car. The garage we were going to use was about two blocks away but first we needed to pick up some condoms. I told her earlier in the day that I wanted her to go into the gas station to buy them bcs I wanted to see her in the skirt.
Little did I know that it’d be insanely busy at lunch and the whole gas station would end up picking on her for her exciting purchase. Needless to say, I owed her.
Anyway, we pull into the ramp and pick a spot on the 2nd floor. The place is nearly empty. We start making out and she goes right for my zipper. She leans over and drops my seat all the way back then climbs into the area by my feet and pulls my jeans down best she can. She teases my cock thru my boxer briefs, breathing heavily. I reached over and played with her thru her leggings and panties… she’s soaked btw.
BBW first meet gets wild alright! [MF]
I met her on a kink website, she was a younger BBW with nipple rings and a very healthy sex drive. Of course I couldn’t assume that I’d end up doing anything with her for real – you know what websites are like right? :p
It became clear very quickly that we really clicked sexually. Days of online dirty chat about our experiences, fantasies, a few pics and videos to make the chat come to life. We were hooked!
So we organised for her to come over to my place. Starting slowly since this was the first time we’d ever met, I spooned her on my lounge while watching TV – it allowed me to feel her breasts while we were still fully clothed. She took off her top to give me better access to her more than ample breasts encased in a lacy bra.
Now I could feel the silky smooth skin of her cleavage, but it was apparent she wasn’t one for being teased so very quickly the bra disappeared.
“Pull my nipples, squeeze them hard”. I wasn’t surprised to hear it based on the kind of kinks she was into but I was still cautious, unsure of the limits – both hers and mine.
Neighbor, Sir [MF] (fsub) [D/s]
She went to the door, slightly annoyed because she was just getting into the groove of cleaning the house. The kitchen floor was drying, and she was just getting the first load of laundry sorted to put in the washer. Her husband had been home with the flu Wednesday through Friday of last week, and with the taking care of him and the kids, the house went to hell. Plus, there was that late-night neighborhood bonfire Saturday night. Jeesh! It was really fun, but she wasn’t a young kid anymore. She needed most of Sunday to recover from the drinks and the staying up way too late. When her husband left this morning, she got the kids off to school and got right to work on the house. Now, the fucking doorbell interrupted her flow.
When she opened the door, she caught her breath. There at her door was her neighbor, which wouldn’t normally be anything out of the ordinary. He and his wife were over at the house at least three times a week. Their kids were friends, and between sports carpools, driving to the mall and arcades, and hanging out, they have become pretty friendly over the past three years; however, on this particular Monday morning, the events of Saturday night began to come back.
Two metal chicks. [FFM][light bdsm]
Again, I am [David](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/79g503/the_helpdesk_girl_mf/).
This is another experience I had when I was younger. This happened when I was 19, studying and working part time. I had gone to a night club which was having a metal night with a group of friends. They had a bunch of local and cover bands playing. I was wearing pretty much what I always wear, a pair of jeans, in this case black, a pair of heavy boots, and a t-shirt which was also black.
The club was pretty large, being made of three floors. The first two floors were an arena, the bottom floor had a large stage with a dance floor, some lounges and two bars. The second floor was pretty much the same as the bottom floor, but rather than the stage and dance floor, there was a big gap so you could see the dance floor and stage. It was littered with high tables and bar stools and a bar.
The third floor was separate and contained a smaller dance floor, a dj booth, a bar and couch style seating. This floor was more for chilling out.
Lilith’s Tales [BDSM][violence][dub-con][non-con][occult]
Author’s Introduction: This is the first of the chapter rewrites that I planned on doing. If you’re a new reader, welcome! What I am doing is cleaning things up and writing the early chapters of Lilith’s Tales with my current skill level, as opposed to when I first started. I’ll also be combining Lilith’s Tales and Lilith’s Adventures into one book. You’ll be able to tell the difference between them by looking at the chapter title; Lilith’s Tales will be marked as Book One, and Lilith’s Adventures will be marked as Book Two. That will also be how you can tell if I’ve reworked an older chapter or not.
Be warned: Lilith’s Tales contains a ton of BDSM, non-con and dub-con, slave/master play and demonic references. You’ve been warned.
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Welcome to Telestria. Long ago, this was once a vibrant world filled with magic and populated by a myriad of peoples that lived in harmony with one another. It was a wondrous place of mechanized airships and powerful casters, looked after by a small pantheon of gods in Heaven that stood as a bulwark against the powers of Hell. It wasn’t an utopia, but it was a good place to live.
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He finds me a suitable candidate [MFM]
The night started like any other date night, we’d planned it out a few weeks in advance. Our schedule is so busy these days that we have to block out nights for the two of us in the diary. M had told me he’d be working late but told me to be ready for 7:30pm whether he was home or not as he only had to throw on a shirt.
I pulled on a navy blue dress I’d picked up a couple of weeks beforehand on our first city break away, I knew M would appreciate it due to it’s plunging v neckline and the shorter than “appropriate” length. I get a text from M at 7:25pm saying “Uber will be there in 5, make sure you’re ready”. I figured he’d taken a shirt to work and was going to meet me there so I grabbed my bag and waited eagerly outside. My Uber driver “Alfred” showed up and he wouldn’t give away my destination, unfortunately he was the slowest Uber driver I’ve ever had and I could feel my frustration rising – the slow driving coupled with the anticipation of seeing M was almost too much to handle.