It was the 4th massage I was getting from you. As before, my hard-on was undeniable when it was time for me to turn on my back so you could stretch out my legs. You had ignored it before, but this time your hand landed right on it – and it stayed there, making it clear that this was no accident. I opened my eyes, but I wasn't sure what to say. With a slight smile, but without a word, you massaged my cock through my boxers. It didn't take long until I came and a wet spot spread thru the fabric. "I think that's enough for today. Tomorrow at 8 again?" you asked. I don't quite remember if I actually replied, but I did leave a generous tip on the table and did indeed come back at 8 the next day – and every day since. Despite the fabric between my cock and your fingers it never took me more than 30 seconds to come. The one time you rubbed your boobs against it, it was over in 10 seconds. About a week later, after stretching out my legs when you told me "Sorry, no happy ending tonight. You are always so quick, it's getting boring. I want you to come up with a plan to make it more fun for me and then call me for another appointment." You left the room without another glance in my direction. I was back the next morning. I didn't have a plan, but I begged you to give me another chance. "Okay, you will get one more chance. But if you last anything less than 2 minutes, you will have to do something for me. Don't ask me what it will be. Just lay down and accept my terms or leave and never return." I did not leave, hoping that masturbating at home last night and that morning would be enough. What I had not planned for was you taking my cock out this time though, so 20 seconds later my cum was all over your hand. You just laughed at me, then put your hand on my mouth – "Eat it! I don't want a single drop left on my fingers!" It took me much longer to eat my cum than it took you to get it out of me, but in the end I ate it all. "I hope you liked that taste, because tonight you will come over again for another round." With that, you turned around and left the room. When I came back at night, I noticed your laptop next to the massage table. Before I could ask why you had it set up there, you pointed to the table and said "Just lay down and keep quiet. I will record tonight's events so you can watch them later. Maybe seeing how pathetic our little quickies are will help you." Having the webcam pointed at me certainly did not help, if anything I came faster. After feeding me my own cum, you sent me home, not even mentioning the video. As far as I remember the next 4 visits were the same, but after the last one you said "I have been keeping an eye on the timeline and you have come faster and cleaned up faster every single time. I think you start to enjoy your cum! Don't answer that right now. If I am right, just come back tomorrow morning and be prepared for the next step. I think you will do great." And of course I did come back. I wasn't quite sure what to expect, but I could not stay away. Neither could I resist when you ordered me on my knees in front of you. And you certainly didn't have to say another word after taking down your pants. Within seconds I was licking your balls, taking them into my mouth while my hands gently massaged your semi-hard cock into a 9" beauty. I took my sweet time getting all of it in my mouth, but when you finally came I swallowed your huge load in a heart beat. You smiled when I begged for another round.
Saga 1: The Birth and Demise
Part 1 – The Fappening
She choked but managed to swallow every drop, and then she opened her legs and welcomed my throbbing black cock in her slit. I thrust in and out as she moaned, the pleasure was making her whole body quiver. Then finally with one primal grunt I released a torrent of warm milky semen in her clenching cunt. Her whole body lifted as the liquid as the liquid of life now filled her.
Part 2 – Birth
Nine months later… Argh! She moaned. No longer was she being filled, she was now being emptied of the child she bore for so long. It came out with screams, kicking whiler her juices splattered all over the hospital sheets. She rasied her son above her head and declared it to be named Man Dingo. Due to her injuries she would be frozen until the technology to heal her was discovered. Her vaginal walls have been decimated due to the sheer size of her sons penis
Part 3 – The Awakening
Visiting My Best Friend and Her Husband Part 2
Part one- https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/3z7stm/visiting_my_best_friend_and_her_husband/
Jon's face lit up with a smile with Tim's suggestion of getting the swing and toys out. He turned away from and headed off to the storage closet located at the end of the room. Me and Sarah had talked extensively about her toy collection. Jon traveled a lot for work and one of his favorite past times while he was gone, was to seek out new sex shops and toys that he could bring home to use on Sarah. I knew from our talks that one of her recent favorites was a glove that had vibrating fingertips. She said that Jon looked like a robot with it on but that she could care less when he put those fingertips to use. I was about ready to explode just thinking about the possibility of seeing it in action.
Lost my virginity to my best friend (mf) (Cheating)
So to start this off, I'm here to turn people on, not start a moral debate, if you don't like what I've done, don't read it.
In my last year in high school I was a bit of a late bloomer. I had a handful of girlfriends but nothing past second base. I started getting close to Erika and Anna both at the end of the year. Anna was in a long term relationship, but we had grown extremely close to the point that I considered her my closest friend. Anna was about 5'2'', blonde, blue eyes, with curvy hips and D cups. Erika, while on the less attractive end of the scale, had a great personality, with red hair and freckles. She never wore makeup and was a tom-boy.
Erika and I entered a highschool type, hands holding, light peck kisses only type of relationship a couple months before prom. We never had sex, she'd barely touch me for the most part. We had next to zero chemistry, but I wanted to give it a go anyways, since I had gotten desperate. As the partying picked up, Anna and I would flirt more and more. Grinding, arm on the leg when laughing ect. The sexual tension between us became palpable when we were alone.
http://www.amazon.com/Glorious-Hustle-Part-Gloria-looks-ebook/dp/B01A3FO7UK/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1451879939&sr=1-1 The Glorious Hustle Part 5
Chapter 4 – The Diary of Gloria
Wednesday –
I woke up at Debbie’s, still wrapped up in Mickey. That boy was sweet. That was the thing. He wasn’t harmless, or weak, or soft, but he just tasted good. From his gaze, to his skin, to his soft hair, to that delicious dick of his, he was sweet. I couldn’t get enough of him. We fucked a couple more times, then Roger had to leave, and Mickey was being nice – he left with Roger.
Debbie and I spoke after that. Roger was an asshole, but a 9 inch dick that’s hard on command is not something you play with. You grip it firmly. Roger’s endowment (and his financial contributions) bought him attention every now and again. I think Debbie just liked him because he had some nerve.
I got Mickey’s number, and agreed to call him. I still feel his dick now. Or I guess I should say my pussy is sore.
Awesome Xmas Eve fun but he left the next morning [m/f]
A couple of days before Christmas, my gf and I play a sexual hazing/initiation game with my roommate. She's in love with it, it was awesome night. Christmas Eve, she dumps me to go back to her abusive husband. The day before that, my roommate left to go spend time with a girl he knows from high school. I have no plans, nothing to do, hardly any food.
This guy from class that I never went to starts talking to me on Facebook but nothing really happened with that. He was more interested in smoking out than anything plus I didn't really know him. That night I rode my bike to the local pizza place and had some beers and some food (had to get leftovers for XMAS). An older guy sits next to me at the bar and it's a TA from a class I have. Somehow he recognized me from the 5 times I went and we went start talking. It starts raining and he offers to bring me home. I won't say no to a free ride. When we got back to my apartment, he doesn't put his moves on me, we just BSed in his car. The rain gets worse but I want to go in, he doesn't have anywhere to go so I offer to let him come in. He knows what's up by now.
Swingin’ in the new year in style and sex. [m/f], [m/f], [m/f/f], [m/f]
I wrote about the first time I had ever been to a life-changing swingers party a while ago. (Then I deleted it due to privacy concerns.) Since then, it's only gotten better and better.
My vitals: straight male, mid-30's, mid-divorce. 5'9", about 250. If I were into men, I guess you could say I'd be a bear. I've had some experience with kink and non-monogamy, but since getting divorced and moving near a major northeastern city, I've decided I want to explore these more. I know I'm a dominant person who isn't all that big on physical monogamy, but in terms of actually playing, I haven't done much.
Since that first time, I'd been back twice. The first time, I mostly played with Lisa, who I had been talking to before going there. We struck up a fast friendship based (as most good ones are) on incredible sex. We even left the door open to the play rooms a couple of times and got some attention, making one very enthusiastic fan. The second time was New Year's Eve, and this time there was no hesitation. The venue went all-out too, holding a fetish night downstairs and the usual party upstairs. I met up with Lisa and her friend Sheila, who had contacted me a few days earlier. The attraction was mutual and immediate, as once we all got to the venue, we headed in to the fetish night. Sheila and I snuck in some kisses and gropes at basically every possible opportunity while Lisa left to attend to an errand.
Laura and I – The Sex Tour Around Campus: Part II
I was nervous here, mostly because of how open, accessible, and frequented this bridge was, but the thrill of possibly getting caught is what we both lived for (not that I thought we would with how few people were on campus, but the thought was still there). Slowly I caressed her back as we got closer to the center, inching my way down until I was rubbing her ass through her dress more than anything else. Once we reach the center I turn towards her, pull her in, give her a long kiss.
“Are you ready?” I ask. Never have we been so exposed as this.
Without speaking she pulls me in and kisses me and I slide my hand up her soaked thigh to her pussy. I had my answer. I softly stroke the outside of her pussy and rub her clit when she buries her head into my neck.
“Fuck me.” she moans softly into my ear. Say no more.
I have a secret but now my husband knows(m/f)
My husband and I live in the city and own a beautiful 1920s bungalow. We only have street parking and sometimes have to walk a block if we can't find parking in front. I texted my husband that I would be home from work in 10 minutes. I knew he was home, but got no answer. I couldn't find close parking so I parked on a side street and cut though our alley to go in the back way. The sun had just set and it was dark.
When I turned down the alley, I saw a man coming toward me from the opposite direction. I got out my phone to act like I was going to make a phone call and when I looked up again, the man was gone. I thought he ducked down a walkway to another home. When I almost got to our house, the man grabbed me from behind and covered his hand over my mouth as I tried to scream and put his other arm around me. I heard him say "Shut up" and "I have a knife" and something else I couldn't understand. My heart was pounding as he forced me in the small space between our neighbors garage, our backyard shed, and our fence. Our garbage cans were near this space and I was now almost out of sight from anyone I hoped would be driving or walking down the alley.
Rockstar Threesome (MFF)
A number of years ago I was in a band on the college circuit and played lots of shows in college towns in the southeastern US.
I lived alone in a basement apartment in the heart of downtown of a college town and usually had free nights during the week to hang with friends. I went out to dinner with a local professor friend of mine on a random night to a pretty busy restaurant. I was sweet talking the hostess to get a table and sat in the bar when she returned saying she'll seat us at a table if I gave her my number… Boom! Dinner Time!
As we enjoyed our meal my server came and jokingly said “you know that the hostess is just 17”. Oh Shit, gross! I was 27 and pretty well known around town.