Expect More, Pay Less: 🎯Target🎯 Continues to Spice Up My Sex Life [MF]

Many many months ago I shared with you all the invaluable role that Target had played in enhancing my love life. The response was overwhelming. I was blown away to learn how many other kindred spirits on Reddit regularly become wet or hard purely due to trips to our favorite establishment. And the amount of Target nudes you all sent to my inbox was both staggering and much-appreciated. So, I figured it was about time to report back with some updates on how my love life has continued to expect more and pay less.

If you remember from my [first experience](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/oyhtpf/i_canceled_my_apps_and_stopped_going_to_bars_now/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf) you’ll know exactly how hot and steamy things got that day when an unnamed fellow shopper and I came together beneath the portrait of a bull terrier while being serenaded by Jason Mraz in Target dressing room #4. And as expected, the passion of that day carried us through the next few weeks. But then, to my confusion, something started to feel different. The flame became dimmer. The excitement waned. And to see that passion and lust fading, to feel sex starting to become bland and desaturated…for the first time in my life I think I understood what it must feel like to be a Costco shopper.

19f Wet at the gym

I had a long masturbation session this morning before going to the gym. This meant I had ruined my panties before I’d even set off so I thought to hell with it and went without. There weren’t going to be a lot of people here anyway. I’m doing a butt press on this machine when I suddenly feel my leg get very warm. I turned around and saw a big wad of liquid run down my leg and my heart skips a beat. It had leaked all over the seat so I quickly wiped it up before going home, safe to say I was done at the gym for the day.

[FMM] I only allowed my nephew’s friend to eat my ass but it ends up with him shooting his load inside me.

So after the incident with my nephew and his friend at the resort, I went back home and had a good amount of time to reflect and after considering all the possibilities, I came to the conclusion that I need to talk with them face to face about the matter. We met up at lunch time today at the coffee shop near my house. After having a shameful discussion, we have come to an agreement that I would let they do what they couldn’t do at the resort and in return, no picture saved, no more sexual interaction between the three ever again. I also told Harry that I need to resolve this so that we would regain that healthy aunt-nephew relationship as before. He should not be acting awkward just because he could not eat his aunt ass… They were quick to accept the offer and we headed back to my place. My face must be all red during the walk home because of the fact that I were taking my nephew and his friend back to place so that they could eat my ass.

Caught in the Barn [M40] [F20] [Maledom] [Noncon] [Mf]

The crisp night air sent chills through Charlotte’s sleek, nude body. Her pail, freckle-kissed skin tingled as the brisk night breeze fluttered through her auburn hair. She could feel the eyes of the sourly farmer looking her over, studying the girl he’d caught snooping around his barn after midnight. The revolver holstered at his hip reminded Charlotte he was in control, and he’d decided to take advantage of her. In the worst way imaginable.

At first, all she felt was repulsion. How could he do this to her? She was only twenty, and he was in his forties! But as he stripped off the last of her clothes, a new sensation crept through her slim, trembling body. She felt aroused.

The warm heat spread through her thighs as he spun her around. She could feel his strong hands forcefully grip her small shoulders, easily bending her slim body over a nearby barrel. Her plump ass was on full display, exposed and vulnerable. She heard him unzip his jeans. Her thighs trembled as he pulled out his cock and pressed the tip against her slick pussy.

“You want this, don’t you, slut?” he said, his voice almost a low growl.

My Secretary [MF] [Teasing] [Cheating] [Vanilla]

About five years ago, I was about forty years old back then, I was looking for a new secretary. More than that, I was looking for a new assistant for the management. For the management of my medium sized company, with only me in the management. I think you all know what I am trying to tell you.

So I ran a lot of adds that I am hiring. I was looking for a really talented, good looking female human being. I really needed someone that was able to assist me, to be able to take some tasks of my shoulders, and someone that was able to stand her ground. And female, because I am a male human being. And sometimes it is better to get a female perspective too when you are making a decision.

Due the importance of the position I was offering a top salary. I really wanted the best of the best to apply. And a lot of applications flew in. Most of them were from college graduates without job experience. Or the person on it just wasn’t qualified enough to be able to do the job.

Part from Chapter 2 from the erotica BROWN GIRL AND THE WHITE BOY by Russo Tanaka [Hardcore, BDSM, Interracial]

After a few months, the “new girl,” at the brothel in the slums became a sensation. She even got the attention of the boss of all the underworld bosses, the infamous “Anwar,” who ran all the brothels and heroin trade in multiple southern states. Anwar was a ruthless man, but he was so protective of the working-girls at his brothels, because his dead mother was also a prostitute and he was an openly gay man.
“No one can mess with the girls. Pay, fuck, and leave. No drama!” That was Anwar’s rule.
That even applied to his close lieutenants. Breaking that rule or even making a small drama in his brothels was just enough to land Anwar’s fury on them! Everyone knew that, so no one even thought of messing with the working-girls at “Anwar’s brothels.” Working-girls kind of felt safe being in on Anwar’s brothels. All the politicians, police, judges, lawyers and even some media and celebrities were in his pocket!
Time to time he hooked up some of his girls with filthy rich men, and often those girls became their mistresses with an apartment or condo to them. Anwar kind of felt relieved when a girl goes away from his brothels and starts a new life, that made him happy.
Brothels weren’t his main income nor the heroin trade! And above all, he wasn’t the boss of all the underworld bosses in southern states! Those were just the cover story to keep one of the best kept secrets in the entire world. In India, out of over a billion people, Anwar was the only man who knew what that was! All the money he earned from the heroin trade and brothels were being used to keep his influence and muscle. But his real income was a secret worth more than hundred billion dollars!”

Originally posted by me in r/FemboyCousinLore [Gay, femboy, incest]

So I (M18) I like dressing as a girl, wearing things like high socks, skirts and chockers. My cousin (M19) on the other hand is very masculine, he is fit, plays football and is always surrounded by chicks. Yesterday it was his birthday and he invited me to a party he was having with his friends and family, so I decided to go there wearing a blue shirt, a pink skirt, white high socks and a pink and blue hoodie. As soon ad I arrived I noticed that pretty much everyone was drunk, so much so that my cousin was taking off his shirt, revealing his massive hot muscles, which made all the girls at the party clap like they were in some sort of theater. And then he saw me, “Oh, hi there cousin, stole that outfit from your sister?” he asked, mocking me for dressing in a feminine way. “Actually, I only stole the skirt from my sister.” I simply replyed, used to my cousin begin an asshole, before leaving the room and heading into the kitchen. There I met some of my cousin’s friends, they were drunk and immediatly mistaken me for a girl, surrounding me and starting to flirt with me before offering me some alcohol. I didn’t want to be rude so I took it and drank some of it, needless to say that before I knew it I was drunk as shit, kissing one of the guys that were flirting with me as the others watched. At that moment my cousin walked in, still shirtless, and stared at me kissing his friend like a little slut. “The hell are you two doing? He is a guy!” He shouted as he grabbed my arm and dragged me away from his friend, who just pointed out how I was still hotter than 99% of the chicks at the party. Another few hours passed and soon me and my cousin found ourselfs alone, everyone else got home and a couple of his friends gave me theyr numbers. “The hell were you doing with my friend? You shouldn’t have kissed him! Now all the girls will know that my cousin is a useless femboy!” He shouted, to which I simply replyed “They did enjoy it tho.”. “Mh, doubt, you wouldn’t be able to turn anyone on.” My cousin replyed, which caused me to sit look at him with a grin as I slowly touched his muscles as I asked him if he was sure about it. Now, in my defense, I was really drunk and horny, I probably wouldn’t have done that if I was sober, but whatever. He asked what the hell I was doing and asked me to stop, but I could see the boner forming under his pants. “Awh, I turned you on!” I jokingly exclaimed as I looked down at my cousin’s legs. “Stop it, that’s not funny…” He just mumbled as he blushed, trying to hide his massive boner. But I was just too horny, I grabbed his pants and forcefully took them off, causing his massive dick to come out, pointing straight at my face. “No!” He screamed, but I just asked him to shut up before starting to lick the top of his penis, kissing it as he looked down at me. At that point he couldn’t take it anymore, he grabbed my head with his strong masculine hands and forced his entire dick down my throat, moving my head like if it was a mere toy. At first I had trouble breathing, but soon I got used to it, moaning softly as my useless boypussy face was begin fucked by my own cousin, and Jesus Christ did I absolutelly loved it. “Take this you stupid bitch!” My cousin then groaned as he came in my mouth, his delicius sperm running down my throat as I tried to breath. After a while he let my head go, getting up without saying anything and closing himself in his bedroom. Am I the asshole for doing this?

Chapter 42. One round is never enough.

It took a moment for me to catch my breath. Laying in Michael’s bed, my head was cradled against his bare chest as he stroked my back slowly. In the span of about three seconds, my mind replayed the events that had just transpired. Michael had asked me over to his house. My husband had helped me select lingerie to wear there. And now here I laid, breathless and exhilarated, my pussy full of Michael’s cum for me to take home.

He pulled me in for a soft kiss and offered to get me some water. As he left the room, I reached for my phone to text my husband. He was thrilled to hear that I had enjoyed myself, and even more excited to know that I would be coming home filled. I placed my phone down just as Michael came back with water, expecting that I’d soon be cleaning up and heading home. But instead, after I had taken a drink, Michael placed the water down on his nightstand and crawled back in bed with me, pulling the sheet up over our bare bodies.

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Vampire Omicron: Chapter 2 – My Queen (updated) [M29/F35][con][Fdom][Mdom][mind control] READ DISCLAIMERS

Don’t start here! Start at Chapter 1!

Links to all my stories and more chapters to this story are in comments.

*New strain of COVID, I’m now a disgusting perverted vampire. Each chapter is like a ‘stealth mission’, with lots of slow build-up and pervy creeping around. The protagonist’s mission is always to rape and abduct his victims, adding to his harem of vampires. Then occasional chapters show his sexual family lifestyle with his mind-controlled free-use slaves. Then right back to another stealth mission.*

*This chapter is mostly an interlude. Think of this as coming home to enjoy the spoils after a quest/mission/raid. The next chapter will be going out and raiding again like Chapter 1.*

DISCLAIMERS

-I’m just trying to be helpful with these disclaimers. I don’t want to spring things on anyone!

-My writing is SUPPOSED to be gross and wrong, which is what makes it so thrilling to write! You SHOULD feel icky reading it, which is why I consider it HORROR! I try to creep myself out as I write, getting into the mindset of a perverted VILLAIN. We’re all acknowledging he is evil and wrong. Obviously these things should never be done in real life! I’m assuming we’re all mature adults that can separate fantasy from reality.

Helping my neighbour give her husband a naughty birthday present – PART 2 [FMF]

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/xytgpf/helping_my_neighbour_give_her_husband_a_naughty/)

The three of us were fairly worn out after our initial play session, so we drank a little bit from the mini bar and cuddled on the king sized bed for a little while before falling asleep. Roman was in the middle, with Jen and Me on either side of him. That was actually the first time we’ve actually truly slept together, despite the fact that we’ve been having sex for a little while.

I woke up in the middle of the night to the feeling of Roman’s hard cock pressing into my ass, and his arm draped over me. I wasn’t planning on doing anything other than enjoy the feeling of him spooning with me, until he groaned in his sleep and ground his cock into me. That was it, Roman was waking up to a little bit of playtime.

I turned myself around, keeping his arm over me as I did, then reached between us to wrap my hand around his cock. I stroked slowly, and leaned in to kiss his neck. He groaned again, and his arm moved down to my waist, pulling me closer against him. Our new positioning made continuing to stroke his cock difficult, but I made it work, moving my hand over him slower. I leaned up further and began whispering in his ear.