Let’s misbehave ;) [Interracial]

*Video reference in the end*

*These fucking conferences, why do they have to be on weekends. Making people miserable even on off days.* I curse under my breath. I was sitting in the yearly dumb conference the company I work in conducts. It’s just an excuse to gloat to the investors and attract new clients. I am forced to give away my weekend for this. And on top of it, my boss made me go back and return in a saree because we are apparently supposed to look Indian. I couldn’t even get out of the pantyhose I wore earlier. *As if without the saree they couldn’t recognise we are Indians* ,I scoff. I immediately paint a smile at my boss who was fast approaching, “Good job, I want you to be there with Mr. Johnson. You are to keep him company, he is a very talkative man so I leave you with him to answer. Be on your best behavior, we need him.” She patted my back and with that she left. *What the fuck! Best behavior? I’m babysitting and I’m the kid too. Absolutely fucking unbelievable!*

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A night to remember, count it up: her four orgasms in four locations in one night [FM] (part 2?)

(Part one [here](https://old.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ia7bpu/i_m_got_to_watch_a_longterm_flirt_have_passionate/)!)

Sunday morning (eh, around noon, I didn’t get home from work until 5a or so), I texted Rachel to see what she wanted to do. She responded pretty quickly, saying we should just grab some food and drinks to go and hang in Prospect Park. All fine by me. Then she sent a picture of her and Gabi in bed together in a state of undress, cuddling. I asked her if Gabi was coming as well — I was happy if she came along, she was really cool — Rachel told me no, she had plans tonight with a friend of hers, but maybe we’d meet up later at night. We spent the day texting, with her sending me pictures of her in the shower, on her bed, and me telling her what I wanted to do to her looking like that. Later on, about an hour before we were supposed to meet up, she sent me a 30 second video of her and Gabi making out, which sent me over the edge a bit. Just… damn.

The Laura Effect [FF, Fdom, Humil] (Part 3 of 5)

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The following day I overslept and was almost late for my second interview with Laura. When I got there I was pleased to find that the session was to be monitored by a different warder which saved any embarrassment.

I gathered my papers together and waited for Laura to be escorted in and it was a further relief to see that she was dressed far more soberly than before. I hoped that the rigors of incarceration were finally coming home to her as it was more likely to make her cooperative.

Her school record indicated an aptitude for math and intelligence tests suggested that she had well developed problem solving skills. She could be well spoken when she wanted to, as evidenced by her trial, but usually chose to express herself in street argot.

One of the companies offering training places under the rehabilitation scheme was a large firm of Loss Adjusters. Personally I had my doubts about their motives, their chairman being pretty tight with high placed members of the government, but mine was not to reason why.

When I was 22 [M] I found out my 19 [F] GF of 2 years had been cheating. We fucked one last time and then I dumped her and walked out

My ex was in a minor car crash one day. She called me and her dad to come and help her out. We couldn’t understand why was in that part of town – it wasn’t near college and we didn’t know anyone out that way. She just said she’d been going for a drive.

Anyway, later on in the evening I tried to call her and couldn’t get through. Then her dad called me asking if I knew where she was. A bit later I went round to the house she lived at with her parents. We were all getting a bit concerned that we hadn’t heard from her at this point.

Her younger sister claimed not to know where she was, but she kept sneaking off to make phone calls. Her dad confronted her and she admitted that she did know where her older sister was.

At about 9pm a taxi pulled in at the top of the road. My girlfriend gets out and walks in as if nothing has happened. To cut a long story short, she admitted in front of the whole family that she had been cheating on me with an older guy she met online.

The City in the City – A Freeuse Series – Part 6 – Entry Level Position [Wet][Anal]

“Can I see your qualifications?” the dark-haired older man said.

Cathy nodded and brought out her portfolio of all the work she had done for the university paper and the free-lance work done for the local papers. It was not a bad resume for someone only just turned twenty-two.

“Here you go, sir,” she said, nodding.

She looked out the window. The office was on the thirtieth floor. She couldn’t believe her luck that she had gotten an interview with CCFZ News. The only station with offices within the Zone.

The man, Tom, she reminded herself, stared in confusion down at the table in front of him. Then he looked up at her and laughed.

“No, not those qualifications. This is an entry level position. Entry level, understand?”

Now Cathy was the one looking at him in confusion.

“I’m talking about your body, girl. Undress for me.”

Cathy’s jaw fell open and her face flushed. Of course. She couldn’t believe she had been so naïve. Sighing she bit her lip and then started pulling her clothes off. A minute later she stood naked in front of the man in the suit. He stood up and walked around the desk.

The City in the City – A Freeuse Series – Part 6 – Entry Level Position [Wet][Anal]

“Can I see your qualifications?” the dark-haired older man said.

Cathy nodded and brought out her portfolio of all the work she had done for the university paper and the free-lance work done for the local papers. It was not a bad resume for someone only just turned twenty-two.

“Here you go, sir,” she said, nodding.

She looked out the window. The office was on the thirtieth floor. She couldn’t believe her luck that she had gotten an interview with CCFZ News. The only station with offices within the Zone.

The man, Tom, she reminded herself, stared in confusion down at the table in front of him. Then he looked up at her and laughed.

“No, not those qualifications. This is an entry level position. Entry level, understand?”

Now Cathy was the one looking at him in confusion.

“I’m talking about your body, girl. Undress for me.”

Cathy’s jaw fell open and her face flushed. Of course. She couldn’t believe she had been so naïve. Sighing she bit her lip and then started pulling her clothes off. A minute later she stood naked in front of the man in the suit. He stood up and walked around the desk.

It’s Time for the Show [voyeur] [MF] [Masturbation]

It’s time for the show.

You went to bed early, as always on a thursday night. It’s been a big day, I understand. We say goodnight. I look on as you undo your hair and it settles over your breasts. You look especially sexy tonight. I want you, but you deserve the rest.

A few minutes pass and I decide to check in on you. I press my ear against the cool door. At first I can’t discern anything but after a few moments I control my breathing and hear you. You are letting out a gentle moan. You got started fast!

I lean my head harder against the door. I can hear you moaning, louder. There is a gentle vibrating sound, I hear the bed creak. You are rearranging yourself. I take this opportunity to slip my hand into my pants. I wrap my fingers around my swelling penis. I squeeze myself and listen carefully.

I hear your drawer slide closed. My heart drops and I quickly hop down the hall. Expecting you to walk out, I act cool. But you don’t emerge. I slide back to the bedroom door, it’s ajar. I swallow. I creep towards the crack and peep inside. My jaw drops and my cock swells instantly.

Confession: I [M] Fuck Jolene [F] Repeatedly With Her Husband’s Consent

During the second half of 2009, I struck up a FWB relationship with Jolene (not her real name), a married woman in her 50s I met through OK Cupid. I already had a long-term thing going on with a married woman named Katie. You can click on my reddit handle to find the many posts about my times with her. Katie still wanted to see me but made it clear that she wanted full latitude to see others, and I felt I had slipped to her backburner. So I went looking for someone else too, with her encouragement.

You probably know how OK Cupid works. You create a profile and can run searches with the criteria you select — how far away do they live, what are they looking for and so on. In those days they had a category for married people looking for outside lovers. I am not sure they have it now. Remarkably, it was free of charge, even for men. I am not sure how they covered costs.

Brat Tales – Payback for sass [D/s] [M/f] [anal] [throat fucking] [orgasm denial/control]

I tried to clear my brain, think clearly & hold my resolve not to beg. I could imagine the smug smirk as he asked if I was regretting my earlier sassiness. A rhetorical question that I knew not to answer. 

I tried to pinch my lower lip between my teeth, almost causing me to lose the chain I had been instructed to hold in my mouth. I recaptured it just in time but the movement jerked it taut & the sharp tug on my nipples drew another mewling muffled moan from my throat. 

“calm, calm!” My inner voice tried to settle me but the tempest of intense sensation he was inflicting was overwhelming me. 

I earned this, I thought to myself, trying to concentrate on something other than the plug in my ass, the pump on my pussy, the egg vibrating in my cunt, the flogger on my thighs, the clamps on my nipples. 

I replayed our earlier text conversation that had given him the excuse to torture me this way. Not that he needed an excuse, of course, he just liked to taunt me with his justification when I gave him the opportunity. 

Lust Letters

My boyfriend and I have been working opposite shifts. It’s been exhausting and we have barely seen each other in weeks. Lately, we’ve been texting each other about how horny we are and how we can’t wait to be in bed at the same time. Neither of us can text much from work, though.

I had the idea to leave love letters under his pillow. He liked this and started writing back. Soon, our letters turned to sex, and eventually we began sharing our deepest fantasies in this way.

Him: I can’t wait to fuck you. Cock alternating between your mouth and your hot wet cunt. Then alternating between your cunt and your ass. Fucking you furiously. In one hole then in the next. Back and forth no stopping between thrusts. Just cock. Cock cock cock cock. Cumming in one hole and then you get me hard again so I can come in the others. And if my cock isn’t hard yet, I will put all my fingers in and push on your cum spot. Squishing and pushing until you squirt over and over again.