Our flirting at the office was subtle at first, innuendos and double entendres working their way into our conversations… I like impressing you. And I like the way I catch you looking at me through your office window… I’ve noticed you noticing me. And I like it when you watch me. I’ve been wearing my sweaters a little tighter and my skirts a little shorter – encouraging your lustful gaze. This morning you called me into your office just to tell me that I look fetching. I’d never been paid that compliment before and I felt a thrill knowing that I was making you hot… making you hard. Then you switched over to domineering boss again, doling out my tasks for the day and my head spins as I navigate our power dynamic. I held the power with my sexuality just for a minute before you snatched it back. Give and take… give and take throughout the rest of the day.
[F] Daddy found my real identity. I have no idea who he is.
I am a slut who loves posting NSFW content. At the same time, anonymity is very important to me. I pride myself on being discreet, to the point where I am almost fanatical about checking my writings and pictures for any identifiable characteristics before posting. After all, I work in a rigid corporate environment where I would probably be fired if my identity were ever exposed. Most of my family and friends are also highly conservative, and I want to preserve my image as a good innocent girl in their eyes.
That all changed last week. After years of being a secret slut, the unthinkable happened – a Redditor found my real identity.
[Day 1]
It all began when I received a message from him (let’s call him Daddy) referring to my previous post on my CNC fantasies. Daddy caught my attention because he was the first person to bring up my fantasy of being blackmailed by someone who had found my NSFW social media account with thousands of followers (PS: the account really exists) and figured out my identity from that. I liked the nasty, degrading way he talked to me. When he told me he was married, I was hooked.
A Sleepless Night – all parts [MF] [sleep play] [somnophilia]
*Before you start reading, this theme came in as a request when I polled this community a few weeks ago. Be aware that both are consenting parties and this story is fictional. Be kind and enjoy :)*
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**PART I**
“Happy anniversary!”
I gently clinked the top of my champagne glass with Sarah’s before we took a sip. She smiled at me over the rim of her glass, her eyes twinkling.
“This place is beautiful,” she leaned forward, resting her chin in her hand. “Thank you.”
“It’s nothing more than you deserve,” I smiled back, drinking in her features. After five years, I was still so in love. The restaurant I’d picked was high-end but I had more than enough money and I couldn’t think of anything better to spend it on than my amazing girlfriend.
As dinner came, we chatted and laughed and somehow made it through two bottle of champagne.
“That’s gone straight to my head,” I laughed as our plates were cleared. “Even with the meal.”
“It’s the bubbles,” Sarah nodded, grinning tipsily. “They’re dangerous!”
Daddy’s good little fluffer (M48/F38/F28) [Ff, MF, reluctant bi, atm]
I love my little Fluffy. She is such a good girl for daddy. Whenever I go to fuck one of my lady friends, I insist that she comes along—though not cums along, at least not usually.
Fluffy is 28, twenty years my junior. She is a not a slut by nature but she dresses like one for me. When we go into a fancy hotel lobby in midtown, the well-established women snicker, knowing that she’s this older man’s little playtoy. It’s kind of obvious from the outfit—from the ridiculously skimpy maid uniform to the heels to the dog collar. They can tell from the way she follows her daddy across the floor and to the elevator that she’s not a hooker. No hooker would act or dress like that in public.
In the elevator she takes off her panties, whether or not we’re alone, and shoves them in her purse. You might think I’d get a bit handsy with her, so to speak, but by that point I’m usually thinking of the chick waiting for me in the Patio Suite.
The Encounter [M51/F28] [first time, oral, cheat, standing carry]
I clutch my umbrella as I trod down the wet sidewalk. I’ve forgotten how persistently damp spring on the east coast can be. Living in the sunny southwest, I’ve been spoiled with the subtle luxury of a life without nor’easters. I wince as a blast of wind driven drizzle slaps me on the face. Mercifully, my intended refuge lies a half block ahead. A lively restaurant with warm light spilling out into the misty gloom of the deepening evening. I shake the wet droplets off my umbrella, deftly close it, and walk in.
I am met by bright, warm light and a cacophony of voices. This seems to be a popular haunt judging from the crowd. A long wooden bar dominates the left side of the space, while the dining room permeates the remainder. I ask the host if I can sit at the bar; a bored nod and a wave of a hand was my affirmative response. I head to the back corner of the bar, a quiet perch that allows me to see much of the restaurant. I settle myself on the barstool and order a drink. A no-frills gin and tonic. I’m in a mood for a bit of somberly frustrated introspection.
PLANNING A BUKKAKE Pt. 2 [piss] [squirt] [oral] [facials]
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The plan was set. My boyfriend found 11 guys and three girls (they just wanted to watch) to participate in our bukkake. And honestly, I felt a little safer knowing there would be some other girls there. Of course, then my mind started racing.
My boyfriend goes to the gym and all of that, but he’s no cage fighter. What if something happened? And then, my mind immediately went to a dark place. I’m on my knees. 11 guys standing around ejaculating on me. And then one of them tries something.
One of the three girls makes a run for it and manages to call the cops. What does she say? I can’t even imagine.
“Send the police! I’m at a bukkake and this guy –”
“I’m sorry ma’am, you’re at a what?”
Unglued (making the best of a sticky situation) [FMM, freeuse, cuckold]
*Every character in this short is 18+*
“You look beautiful,” Steven told the young bride whose eyes strained to look up at him through the white veil. His dick was to the hilt inside her mouth, a tight seal that even drool could not escape.
“She really does,” said Daniel, a second man behind the puffy train of the wedding dress. He was specifically talking about her round ass, which he was always absentmindedly slapping and groping. Today it looked bright red surrounded by pure white tulle. He had not seen her face in a while, barely remembered it, in fact. His dick was also to the hilt inside her.
“Thank you,” Stephanie replied. She didn’t actually say the words, more a throaty *gluck*, but Steven and Daniel had learned to understand her gags like the parents of a child using made-up words. They often had to translate for Stephanie’s fiancé since he didn’t spend nearly as much time with her as they did.
“Are you nervous?”
First [Group] [MFF] [MM] [MFM] experience. Swapping and exploring my sexuality pt2
[Link to part one](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/10r0jjn/first_group_experience_swapping_and_exploring_my/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3):
After all of us taking some time to cuddle and relax for a little bit, I decided I wanted to do some more. I made the request to have all three of them blow me at the same time because it seemed hot. Wifey said Marc should start while the girls went to get other supplies.
Marc agreed and started to crawl over to between my legs and my soft cock immediately began to grow. Shortly I had my cock being sucked by another man for the first time in my life. He cleaned the mixture of his wife’s juices and my cum off me and just the newness of it all, the taboo had me pretty worked up.
It wasn’t long before the girls returned and eventually joined in. Marc in the middle and the girls on either side. To say I was in heaven is an understatement. Though I am only a little above average, so the coordination was a bit limiting. But the visual, the taboo, the experience of being the center of attention like that is an experience like no other.
My Team Mate Broke Up With His GF, I Had To Take A Shot [MF 20] [Creampie]
In college I was on scholarship to play basketball. My junior year our backup guard Jason broke up with his girlfriend Ashley. I never really thought much about Ashley and typically bro code says to stay away from your friends exes. I wasn’t really close with him but he was my teammate and we typically look out for each other.
I’d see Ashley on campus, I would always be cordial. We all ran in a group of friends that were fairly close knit. It wasn’t uncommon to have Ashley be wherever we were.
We were at a party Saturday night. The basketball season had just come to an end and we were blowing off some steam. All the usual suspects were there, including Ashley. I’d never really paid much attention but Ashley was really my type. She was on the taller side, around 5’9”, she was a bigger girl not heavy just curvy. The curves looked really good. Things were getting pretty rowdy late into the night, for whatever reason, Ashley and I kept finding ourselves in the same room in close proximity to each other. We flirted, played the typical eye contact game. I knew I needed to stay away from her. But there was definitely something that kept drawing me to her. I didn’t want anyone to catch on as I knew Jason would be upset.
Roommate’s Sister Has A Lot To Prove – TFTMM11 [FM]
While the winter of that year did its best to keep me locked indoors, I was warmed repeatedly by Kate’s insistent trips to my bedroom. My former student turned casual hookup kept my hands, lips, tongue, and mouth very busy in the weeks after term ended. To her credit, she was incredibly open about the fact that we were not, and would not be, exclusive. Knowing that upfront made things super easy, and we enjoyed each others’ company on and off through the waning weeks of December. As Christmas loomed, she flew home to visit her family, and I was once again left to my own devices.
My roommate and I hadn’t met prior to me starting grad school; I’d found his ad on craigslist by chance and he seemed a decent enough guy, so I signed on the dotted line and took over the room that his last roommate had abandoned without warning. We weren’t best friends or anything, but shared the space well and split pizza on Fridays while we watched the game. He was cool.