Boss made me his little whore for the night [Group]

I’ve mentioned to my boss multiple times about being in group sex and having people from other rooms watch. He’s called bullshit on it several times and I told him to setup something. That’s what he did Sunday.

He texts me on Sunday and wants to know if I got a couple of hours free that evening to ‘prove myself’ when I find out what it is, I agree and he comes to get me.

Setup was interesting. Two hotel rooms, joined together but a camera in the one I was in to the other room. He took out all the lightbulbs from the room I was in except for the bathroom light. Ordered me naked and turned the AC as cold as it would go. I asked him how many guys and he told me I’ll learn to count.

The rules were to sit at the edge of the bed, looking at the door. When someone walked in, tell them you’re horny and ready to be taught a lesson. I was cuffed in between sessions and if the guy didn’t want to, he didn’t have to uncuff me. I’ve had group sex before, multiple times. I’ve been used as an object for another guy before and enjoyed it. But I was kinda nervous.

Leslie and Anne at the Lesbian Club [MFf] – BDSM

I liked Anne the first time Leslie introduced me. They are married now and I noticed quickly how different Leslie was with Anne than some of the other gf’s and flings like Diane. With Diane, Leslie was cruel, mean spirited and used my cock like a weapon. Anne came later. With Anne, Leslie dominated her, but treated her like a prize. I played with them much less often than I had with her and Diance and Leslie used my cock as a tool.

I had not done much with Anne. I had felt her a bit and Leslie had made her jack me off at one point, but I hadn’t even gotten a blow job. In fact, Anne could boast that she had never had a penis inside her body. That she was one of the purest lesbians she knew. Tonight would be no different.

As to her “purity.” She teased Leslie about it. She had spunk and I liked that. We’d be hanging out and she’d call Leslie a “stained” lesbian or make fun of the fact that she sometimes fucked me. Of course, Leslie would fire back that one day she’d have me fuck the sub. Still Anne didn’t let herself get cowwed. I was dating Stacy off and on at this time and Anne reminded me of her. Submissive but spirited. I seem to have a type.

I [F] had sex with my shy boyfriend[M] and his reactions were adorable

My boyfriend and I have been dating for about 9 months. We hang out at least twice a week. Whenever we hangout we spend most of out time cuddling, kissing and talking.
Before I continue, I should tell you a bit about him. He is a virgin and I’m not. I’ve only have had sex once when I was in highschool(The guy went in and pulled out immediately, but I didn’t really feel it, so it doesnt count :p ). He is shy when he’s in public but he’s very sweet and the nicest guy I’ve ever met. He’s always there for me. He’s little nerdy. Whenever we get really intimate he backs off a little. For example, last month we were spooning(Cuddling, no penetration) and I got really close to him but he pushed himself back a little. Whenever he touches my butt by accident, he always says that he’s sorry.

So on to my sex story

[MF] Me getting fucked in the kitchen [squirting]

It was around 1am on a Saturday night, when my boyfriend [24] and I [23] stumbled in the door from a night of drinking and laughing at a friends house. It was the typical, once a month, spur of the moment get together. Topics included music, sports, arguing over politics, more music, and as everyone increasingly feels the liquid courage in full swing, sex becomes the topic. Anything about it, really- preferences, positions, kinks, jokes, etc.

It always strokes my ego a bit when I over hear my bf talking about our sex life. It’s like getting an A+ on a test you studied hard for. That night, the topic was especially interesting for me because it was about something I had only recently “achieved”; squirting. Hearing him boast about the waterfall that my pussy turned into just merely a week prior was arousing me. Another hour of alcohol-fueled sex talk and I shot him a look. He must have known by the look in my eyes that I was restless to get home. The drive back home is only about 12 minutes, but it felt like an hour and 12 minutes. The combination of the vibration of the car and his hand lodged between my two thighs was making my clit throb.

[M]ade my wi[F]e climax in a room filled with her friends and family. They had no idea. Was extraordinarily hot. Read all about it…

Summer 2012, we visited my wife’s hometown, with our kids in tow. It had been a whirlwind few days of meeting friends and family, doing touristy things, and we’d had zero time for anything sexual besides some sneaky making out and groping when we had a few seconds to ourselves. She’d confessed that she really needed to get fucked ASAP. I agreed wholeheartedly, but the time and space eluded us.

One night we wound up sitting on a huge sectional in her aunt and uncle’s finished basement having put the kids to bed, watching the 2012 Summer Olympics. We were surrounded by about a dozen people, mostly her very closest friends from home, along with a pair of female cousins in their early twenties. Everybody else was in their thirties.

I was sort of slumped down next to her with my arm around her waist, and she was wearing a sundress, with no panties. Over time, I let the hand on her side slide lower and lower, millimeter by millimeter, until I was cupping her ass. When she realized where I was heading, she started sort of pushing back against my arm, wiggling around, trying to keep me out. But I was undeterred and kept working at it until I got my hand beneath her and had direct access.
I only used one finger, and very shallow, but when I penetrated her she shot me this look of surprise that I’ll never forget.

That night at the bar, a letter to an old lover who has been snooping on me [MF]

I heard from a little bird that you found my profile recently. That you’ve been reading my stories. How close am I to your memories? How do you like the name I gave you? I bet you think I’m amused with myself calling you by her name. Your right.

I know why we never talk. The last two times. God. I had scars for over a year after the last time. But I thought maybe I’d try to think of some of our happier times. I wanted you to know that I don’t just remember the hate and cruelty.

Do you remember that night at the bar when it was snowing. We had seen one of the lord of the rings movies and you had worn that tiny green dress with the leaves even though it was freezing. God you looked so hot and I kept teasing you, every time I reached my hand up your skirt at how cold your pussy was.

But then we were in the bar drinking and dancing. I can still remember the feel of your body pushing against mine as we danced. Your breasts felt like they would pop out of that dress at any moment.

[MF] I [22] cheated on my GF with a married girl [29] I met at a gig

Hi, r/gonewildstories. This is a real story I would like to share with you all. Enjoy. About a year ago, I had a very hot encounter with a girl I met at the club. I still fantasize about that night to this day, that’s how hot I found it. Let’s cut the crap and get to the story.

I was invited by some friends to come and see a band we know play in a local club. The band would be followed up by some DJ’s that play music I really like, so I was all up for it. Having had some drinks in my friend’s dorm, we headed for the club. The atmosphere in the club was quite nice. The music was good, and the venue was filled with beautiful people. After listening to the band play for a while, I made my way to the bar to get some drinks for our group.

My [F]irst time being fisted

I’d like to start my saying I don’t think I’m a prude. I’ve had a few partners over the years and tried a few things outside the box, but compared to the porn you see you would probably class me as a vanilla kind of girl.

One fetish if you want to call it that is that I do enjoy my tits and nipples played with hard. I found this out by accident one time when me and my SO were a bit drunk and he took his love biting a bit too far. This was the first time the line between pain and pleasure was blurred and I really enjoyed it. The bruising however lasted for days. I had to wear a neckline top to work to cover up despite the high summer heat.

Since that time we have pushed the boundaries a bit further over a period of time. We got some pierce less nipple jewellery. Both twist on nipple rings and slip knot tassels and then moved on to nipple clamps after an experiment with clothes pegs.