It’s the period before lunch; I have my favorite professor for this class. He keeps my full attention not so much because of the subject but because of who he is. I have always had a thing for smart guys. Even in high school when all the girls wanted the jocks. I liked the guy who could solve hard math problems or understood the periodic table and newton’s laws. They just seemed sexier, more mature and more in control of themselves. This professor has the same qualities; he is really into his subject and shows a real passion for getting the most out of his students. That really turns me on, I have tried to get a feel for him but he stays above the level I wanted him to go. Today I asked for a meeting with him after class during lunch in his office. I wore a special outfit for him today. A button down blouse, a short skirt no panties, heels and I’m wearing Bright Red Lipstick. I sat in the front row to see if I could get his attention during class. While he was speaking I would lean over my desk exposing my cleavage. I made sure to unbutton the top two buttons just as class started. I also slowly opened my legs as class went on until I caught him take a peek. Then closed them and slowly opening them again just enough for him to get another eye full. This made me very wet and I could tell he liked what he saw as he smiled at me when I did it. Towards the end of class I gave him one last look as kind of a preview and then class let out.
[FM] the unsigned check
Working part-time for a non-profit with a board of directors can be a challenging job. Especially when you look like I do – nice round ass, D-cup breasts, tiny waist and (working on being) toned legs. I’m not overtly sexy but a big flirt. This story starts with the treasurer of the board. He constantly stops by my office to flirt very overtly and, of course, I’ve seen him (not very slyly) checking me out.
As the treasurer, he signs the checks and approves spending. One week, my check didn’t have his signature on it. So I jokingly sent him a text message, “Are you trying to give me a hint? Dude, you didn’t sign my check!!” He sent back some laughing emojis and said to swing by his office on my way home.
It was a warm summer day and I was wearing tall nude heels with black linen pencil skirt and red flowing silk tank top. Before leaving the office I slipped into the bathroom and slid out of my black lace panties. I felt such a rush of adrenaline and sexiness as I dropped them into my purse and walked out to my car.
Sacrifice [F] [fantasy] [bst] [nc] [anal] [Fsub]
Iron chains rattled on your wrists and ankles. Not tight enough to be painful, but impossible to escape from. Particularly with your limbs spread apart the way they were. The thick chains were connected to spikes driven deep into the stone. The chains on your wrists stretched diagonally above your head, and your ankles likewise were held apart from chains diagonally below. You had just enough length to very nearly touch your hands or knees together – but not quite.
They had chained you face down, the only possible movement being shifting from being bent over on your knees to laying on your stomach. The high mountaintop plateau was rocky, but this area with covered in well trampled dirt so it was soft enough to be at least moderately comfortable.
As comfortable as you could be, laying nude in the dirt, with your ass up and exposed to the windy breeze. Not that you had much choice in being here. The village had found a dragon’s nest, and everyone knew that a restless dragon was dire trouble. It needed to be appeased, and there was only one way to do that. When you drew the short straw, they assured you that you shouldn’t worry. It would probably only toy with you for amusement, rather than eating you outright. Not exactly comforting.
and then things got rough [MF]
You can read the precursor to this story here: https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6ej6zj/first_time_meeting_my_dom_mf/
I knock on the door of the hotel room, already buzzing with excitement. He opens the door and brings me inside with a sweet kiss. He pours me a glass of wine and we lounge on the bed for a bit, chatting, catching up, while he rubs his hand over my smooth legs and we get comfortable with each other.
A runner story
When you’re fit and fast, running is the most exhilarating sport. The unspoken spiritual connections of other runners on the team enhance my run. My right toe leaves the ground; left foot stretches in front of me. The outside of my left heel makes ground contact. It starts to roll from heel to toe; my lungs push the used oxygen out of my body. Air rushing past my ears enhances the feeling of speed and power. Right knee bends lifting my foot starting it forward, arms swinging in opposite directions. Moving over my planted left foot the thigh muscle prepares for the push. Sweat fills my shirt as it drips off my face and neck. Lungs fill with fresh air as my left calf, thigh and butt push my body forward. The speed is effortless; I fly as my left foot leaves the ground and right stretches to meet it. My running partner and I are in sync our bodies moving together as we chat during the training run. The team picks up the pace as we enter the last mile of the run. We gauge our bodies and measure our effort for the last push. Running is not a sport of chance, there is no bounce of the ball or luck of the draw. The rewards are the direct result of hard effort and exact preparedness. The pace quickness the finish nears. For some every training run is a competition, others save it for race day. Both methods work for each unique individual. We push the last few 100 yards ending in a flourish. We walk with hands on our hips breathing in fresh air. Once it’s over, the recovery takes hold. The universal feeling of accomplishment is clear on the smiles of all the faces. The captain pats the butt of each team member signifying a job well done.
[FF/FM] Blonde. Bomb. Shell. [x-post r/DirtyWritingPrompts]
Based on the prompt “In an age of stark inequality, the only real option for the lower class has become selling themselves to the rich. You’re a rich man heading to a bachelorette auction.”
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Alexander sat looking quitely out of the window, watching the street lights fly by through the heavy rain. As the road emerged from under the parkway, the rain began drumming on the roof of the limo as well, filling the compartment with quiet noise. He adjusted his tuxedo subtly, trying to make it feel natural, but from where Eva sat it must have looked like apprehension.
“Nervous?” she asked with an easy smile.
“Not even a little.” Alex reassured her, taking his attention from the flitting lights and putting it on her finely dressed and painted form.
Eva had the look of a socialite down, from the tall stiletto heels, to the lavish, revealing red dress, to the expertly applied makeup. Her hair was bleached for the occassion, leaving her the particular shade of golden blonde that was fashionable on the circuit, and her bare arms were shaved and covered in thick, powdery makeup, to match her legs. Tonight she would be playing the part of Alexander’s sister, but thankfully the fiction wouldn’t need to be maintained for too long.
[F]irst ti[M]e with the girl I was seeing
So a few years back, I decided to dive into the world of online dating. I wasn’t necessarily looking just for sex (although Tinder is the best platform for that, on nights that I was swiping I was usually pretty successful), but I was open to a relationship, too. Anyway, I met this girl Hannah on eHarmony and we ended up going on a few dates. I was a definite gentleman at first, just giving her a hug and a quick kiss on the first few dates, but after five or six we had moved on to more intense making out, and I had grabbed her ass a few times. The story I’m about to tell happened on our seventh (I think?) date, the first time we had sex.
Now, I’ll go ahead and let you know now that I’m built pretty average. 6 feet, dad bod, nothing to write home about. But Hannah…damn. I’m pretty biased because I still love this girl, but I’m not joking around when I say her body was kickin’. 5’5, Malibu-tanned, tight little body. Her tits were a full C cup, always perky and ready for me, and that ass is something men might dream about. The amount of times I rubbed massage oil on her bubble butt and hit it from the back…still one of my favorite things to think about when I beat it. But anyway, back to the story.
This particular night I was coming back from a trip, in a location where I had shitty service, so we hadn’t texted in a few days. Thankfully we had made plans for our date beforehand. She had asked me to pick her up before we headed out to get sushi, so I washed my truck, shaved and showered, and was on my way to her, flowers in hand, about a half hour before the reservations I had scheduled. She normally dressed pretty conservatively (although always fashionable), but on that night she had on thigh-high leather boots, a tight black skirt that showed off her ass, and a scoop-neck lavender blouse. I figured maybe she was trying to give me the green light in a subtle way. She loved the flowers, and invited me in while she went to find a vase and cut them. Seeing her bend over to look for the vase, watching her juicy ass in that tight skirt, I thought I was going to break through my zipper. At this point, she had never resisted my attempts to further things, and I knew I was going to push it to see how far she would let me go.
I pressed my luck, grabbing her hips as she was leaning over looking in the cabinets. “Mmmmm, babe, I missed you this week,” I said. She giggled, found the vase, and promptly stood up. I still had my hands on her hips, and I pulled her ass closer to me and heard her gasp when she felt my chub. At first I think she was in shock, so I rubbed my hands down the sides of her thighs and took the vase and flowers from her to put them on the counter untouched. I turned her around as she got her wits, and pressed her against the counter, kissing her long and slow, still pressing into her so she could feel how hard I was getting. She tried to make a joke, giggling and saying “What kind of girl do you think I am?” but I could hear her breath quicken and see her face flush red when, instead of responding, I hooked my thumbs into her skirt and tugged.
I could tell she was still surprised, but she obliged, stepping out of her tight skirt to reveal her beautiful thighs and plump ass in a skimpy little thong, complicated with straps in the back. She did full body turn for me, showing her sweet, full ass off and giving me a sort of smirk when she saw my dick raise even higher through my jeans. She looked nervous, and maybe I should’ve been too, but I could no longer control the animal inside me when I saw this beautiful brunette standing in her kitchen in thigh high boots, panties, and a flimsy purple top. I quickly peeled her shirt off to reveal a matching black lace bra, and used one hand to squeeze her ass while the other was tearing into her bra, pinching at her perfect tiny pink nipples that were all of a sudden standing to attention.
She loosened my tie and, to my surprise, put it on herself. That sent me over the top. I’ve always had a thing for tight little bodies in costume. She unbuttoned my buttons and pulled off my undershirt, til I was down to just my jeans. She squealed and wrapped her legs around my waist as I placed her on the counter. I unhooked her bra, revealing her perky nipples and started to tug at her panties when she gave me a wicked smile and told me they were crotchless. I swear to god I rested my head on her stomach, hot breath on her pussy, and whimpered. Not my proudest moment, but this girl was killing me. I got back to work.
Over the next ten to fifteen minutes, I slid my tongue across her clit as she laid back on the counter, moaning and raking her nails into my hair. Her legs were shaking with the need to cum, but I told her she couldn’t until I asked her to. At some point, I guess it became pretty unbearable for her, because her wails got louder and she could only say one thing over and over: “Fuck me.”
I stopped sucking on her clit for a minute, resting my head on top of her, both of us breathing heavy. Then, without a word, she sat up and hopped off the counter, grabbing my hand and pulling me into the bedroom. She had a king-size canopy bed, with a bunch of throw pillows. She swiftly cleared the bed so there was only one fluffy pillow right in the middle. “Sit here,” she said. “If you want a show.” I sat.
She dimmed the lights, and I watched in amazement as she lit a few candles, still only wearing those thigh-high boots, crotchless lace panties, and my tie around her neck. She plugged in her iPhone to the stereo and sensual music began to play. As she swayed and danced to the music, swinging around the bedpost, I started to touch myself, but the look she gave me made me stop in my tracks. She tossed my tie aside and bent over to take the panties off too. At this point she was wearing nothing but those thigh-high leather boots. Goddamn. I still get hard just thinking about that body. She got up on the bed, climbing towards me on all fours, and straddled me, positioning her smooth pussy right over the head of my throbbing cock.
“You’ve been a bad boy,” she said. I nodded furiously as she started kissing my neck and sucking my earlobe. I was acutely aware of how close she was to sitting on my dick, and I tentatively put my hand on her ass to try and guide her down. She let me put the tip in, and then just as quickly took it back out. I couldn’t help but let out a small noise. “You like that?” She asked. Again, I nodded furiously. She giggled, and slid down once more, this time taking my whole seven-inch shaft. Her cunt was so slick with wetness we both moaned as she started to bounce up and down on my cock. She was so tight it almost hurt, and I remembered how she had told me she hadn’t had regular sex with anyone in almost a year and a half.
I could tell how much she was enjoying it, closing her eyes while her tits bounced up and down beautifully. I was still gripping her ass, and each time I gave it a nice hard smack, she would let out a cry of pleasure and tighten up around me. She pressed her tight body against mine and kissed me long and hard, letting me thrust into her over and over again as she rode my cock. As we let the anticipation build I had one objective: I wanted to let her cum before I filled her up with my own. At one point I was so close I thought I wasn’t going to make it, but a few more hard thrusts into her and she begged me. “Oh, God, please let me cum for you. Oh, God, I need to cum for you.” All I could do was nod.
The climax was exhilarating. She trembled and moaned for probably a full thirty seconds or more, closing her eyes and riding my shaft like an expert, like her life depended on it. Halfway through, she noticed my breathing get heavy and I let out a few groans myself. Encouraged by her (“Oh, God, fill me with your cum. Oh my God. Yes. Yes!”) I squirted my hot load into her tiny pink pussy and we finished at the same time, with the bedsheets soaked and us panting loudly. She curled up next to me in bed, with my boner wilting from exhaustion, giggled, and said “I think we missed our reservations.”
One of my [f]avorite [m]emories
My friend, Jessica was in a relationship but we harmlessly flirted back and forth, never directly more like insinuating and innuendos. She was beautiful, 5’1, fit, tan, long wavy blonde hair, greenish/gray eyes. We would see each other at the gym and catch each other starring but we never spoke about it.
One night, I’m making dinner for a date when I hear someone knocking on my door. When I open it, shes standing there with a long coat on and its apparent she has been crying for some time. She immediately hugs me and starring balling. I calm her down a bit and I get her inside. Text my date and ask for a reschedule. I finish cooking and sit her down in the living room. She starts rambling about her bf and how she found out he had been cheating, and how it all makes sense, etc. Jess notices the dinner and immediately puts it together that I had a date. She starts to apologize and insists that she cock blocked me. I tell her not to worry about it and sarcastically stated that I would much rather be there listening to her cry about her ex. She laughed and teased back with a sappy baby voice “Oh you were expecting to get laid tonight? Boohoo. Mr. Always-gets-laid, wont get any for the 1st time this year!” I laughed and said that I wish I could have sex that often but that I had been on a dry spell for a few months. We laugh and I suggest we put the wine and dinner to use. She asked if she could borrow a tshirt, as she was in lingerie. I wasnt even aware but gave her a shirt and a pair of basketball shorts. Apparently she was going to surprise her bf when he got home but her home computer had been receiving messages from his facebook messenger. He left it logged on and she read all of his conversations. So I do my best to change the subject and a few glasses of wine later we were laughing and having a great time. We finish dinner amd decide to watch a movie. I had arranged the living room prior to date night so that the love seat was facing the tv and a coffee table infront of it for our bottle and glasses. We end up watching a horrible movie and make fun of it the whole time.
[MF] Concert girl
Couple years ago, on March 30th, 2011, I was at a concert. (The Game Changers Tour ft. A Day To Remember in case you ask) About half way through the concert, I’m in the crowd and the girl in front of me starts rubbing up on me. She wasn’t too bad looking. 5’10” with dark brown hair, B size cup, small ass but I’m not into a big ass anyways. She had on a tank-top and some short shorts which isn’t surprising cause those crowds get really hot. Couple tats here and there. She had these butterfly wings tattooed on her back and one wing was higher then the other but they were really unique. She was pretty sexy.
So anyways, she started rubbing up on me and you could definitely tell she was drunk. She took my hands and put them on her hips and she started grinding on me in this crowd. This went on for about the rest of the show. At intermission between bands, she put her number in my phone. We talked a little, etc. At the end of the show, I followed her outside the crowd and when we hit this open spot, this other guy spotted her and she immediately started talking to him. I figured it was her bf and she was just having fun in the crowd. I deleted her number and left it alone.
Now we skip ahead 6 days on April 4th, 2011. I’m at another concert. (Reckless and Relentless Tour ft. Asking Alexandria, feel free to verify the tours and dates) So I’m at this concert and again, I’m just chilling in the crowd and about half way through, this girl turns around and who guessed it? It was her again. She immediately went wide-eyed and had an amazing surprising look on her face and just wrapped her arms around me. I loved this. At intermission, she asked why I didn’t text her last week and I told her the truth that I thought that guy was her bf and she was taken. She told me it was just a friend. So we chilled the rest of the night, and I ended up going back to her place.
We had a couple beers and we talked for what seemed like forever. We talked about how crazy it was that we met again and the odds were just too big. After a bit, she started to yawn and I remember glancing at the clock, it was just past 3am. So we got into her bed and I was out.
I woke up the next morning and she was in the shower and I don’t know what came over me at that moment but I got undressed and immediately came and got into the shower with her. She asked what I was doing as I opened the bathroom door but I didn’t say anything and pulled back the curtain and got in, she just smiled at me.
She looked better naked then with clothes on, those B cups were really C and she had a really slim figure.
I slapped her ass and she turned around and just stared at me for about 5 seconds then she put her arm behind my head and pulled me in to kiss her. Things got rough TEAL QUICK.
I turned her against the shower wall and I lifted her leg up and immediately plowed myself into her amazingly tight pussy. She let out a really loud moan. I began to fuck her really slowly as I repositioned her leg over my shoulder with my same hand on neck squeezing gently. I started to pick up speed and fuck her pretty hard.
“Squeeze harder.” She said.
So I squeezed pretty hard. I thought she might pass out at one point. The situation was so hot that I was getting ready to cum and she could tell. She stopped me and got down on her knees. The water started blaring down into her face but she didn’t care. She swallowed my dick. She grabbed my ass and pulled me into her deepthroating me really good. It felt amazing. I was ready to cum and as soon as I shot my load, she deepthroated me one last time. I grabbed her by the hair and did the rest of the work. I bobbed her head on my dick slowly making sure she got every drop of cum.
She stood up and wiped her mouth then kissed me.
“I have to go to work but you’re welcome to stay.” She said as she was getting out of the shower.
“I have to go to work too. I think I might be late actually.”
We both got ready and headed out.
She texted me almost immediately and said “That was fun. I hope to do more ;)”
I never heard from her again but I still see her at concerts and I tried talking to her a couple times and she acts like she doesn’t know me.
It was a great fuck though.
[MF] An Evening of Mutual Masturbation with my Ex [cheating]
This story happened a few years back towards the end of college. I was in a long-distance relationship with a girl who was still living in my hometown, as you can imagine there were many a trip back home to spend time with her. Every time I made this journey home, I’d pass through the town where my high school ex was currently at college (Alexa). Alexa had broken up with me the summer after high school, claiming that she needed to “experience life” and didn’t want any attachments being away from home for the first time
Fast forward 3 years – I’m driving on my way back home to school one Sunday evening and I send a text to Alexa asking where a good place to eat dinner in her college town is as I’m on the road, hungry, and its getting dark. She responds back & I head to the place she recommended to eat. I’m not two steps from getting back in my car when my phone lights up, it’s Alexa again
Alexa: How was your dinner?
Me: Could have been better
Alexa: Come by and let’s change that