[F]24 My horny roommate did everything to fuck me [M]26

I used to live in a big shared detached house that over the years had up to 10 residence, mainly couple and singles.

During the years, I’ve came across many different roommates, there was a young student selling her photos, underwear, socks, shoes online and asked me to do things for her.

( I can do a part 2 if this goes well, just ask in the comments )

During my teenage and early 20’s i was very familiar with a certain name that I had heard around my town a lot and all the experiences people has had with her, she was known to be a slut etc but the stories were wild and we always shared them if we heard something.

And visa versa.

I was also known to be a player, a lady’s man, bit of a playboy around town. I was even told by girls who fucked me, that I’m a “notorious man whore!” But they still bed me because they’ve only heard only positive stories.

We had not met at all during our lives but I guess it was destined.

I did something bad tonight, honey.’ (Part 4) [MF]

*You can find the third part of my story here: https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/grmlma/i_did_something_bad_tonight_honey_part_3_mf/*

*Short summary: after getting fingered by a stranger in a club, my fiancée was slowly introducing the idea of me watching her take another man’s cock. Finally she had gotten me to confess that I wanted her to go out and get fingered by a stranger again…*

As the big day was getting closer, Marie started to visibly get more nervous. She would ask me several times a day whether I was sure about our little plan and telling me to just say a word to her if I would change my mind – even last minute. I tried my best to calm her down and tell her that she should just go for it like we had talked about. In a way it was really hot that she wanted me to confirm it over and over again. It was almost like handing her to an unknown stranger, bit by bit, question by question.

[FM] My boyfriend creampied me in a public park

Every once in a while, my boyfriend and I are vindictive. It’s a flaw of ours. But also fun? Sometimes.

One beautiful Sunday, my boyfriend Henry and I had plans to go to a nearby park. I woke up to him shuffling around the apartment excitedly, packing a picnic basket and humming under his breath. Fucking morning people. “It’s too early,” I whined, “we don’t have to leave for another couple hours.”

“Why wait? We can go for breakfast instead of lunch!”

“Fuck no.”

“What will it take for me to get you up?”

“World peace.”

“Well I can’t do that right now, babe.”

I groaned and turned over, burying my face in a pillow and knowing exactly what to say to distract him. “I’m too horny to leave the house yet.”

I heard some objects clatter as Henry dropped them, running over to pounce on me. “Well THAT I can fix!”

[f] anal on a boat

The stranger that I’ve known for three days fucked me on his boat. I got super horny again. I showed up on the docks in my bright red spandex shorts and a crop top. We laughed and talked on the boat and there was lots of touching. We sneaked downstairs and I found myself on my knees pulling his shorts down. I was gagging on his fat cockkk when he released his hand off my head. He turned me around and felt his thick cock pressing on my small booty while he towered over me. He wanted to fuck and without hesitating I really wanted it. I wanted to try anal with him. I felt him pull my tight spandex shorts off along with my panties. I felt his large hands spreading my tight ass and out of nowhere felt his warm tongue licking my ass. I never felt it and the way he did it got me really horny. He fucked me on his boat and my tiny body struggled but felt so good. It was pleasurable and I was moaning enjoying it the whole time. I think summer will actually be fun!

Naked, on my back,

his hands press firmly against my shoulders, laying me down on the bed where he wants me to be; and an exultant freedom accompanies the submission. Adrenaline and endorphins pump through my bloodstream and moisten my cooch. Starting to breathe heavily, he lifts his cock to my mouth and I open wide.

*His dick is fine,* I observe, like it was carved by some sweet sculptor. As his head presses against my lips I remember to breathe through my nose, and my hand goes to my pussy. *He’s so hard,* I think as he presses past my lips against my tongue.

My other hand reaches for his hip, pulling him closer. Satisfied grunts escape him as he presses himself down my throat, and I swoon with the loss of control. I want it as badly as my body wants to breathe, and the terrific tension brings me closer to orgasm as he thrusts in, and out.

When he pulls out I draw in a deep breath, a smile playing on my lips at his lingering taste. “Good *girl,”* he whispers, and I grin wider as he suddenly grabs my head, pressing himself back down my throat. Reflexively I gag, and when he tries to pull away I grab him by the waist, forcing his pelvis against my cheeks.

Fucking in every room in the house [MF]

This is part 2 to fucking my best friend which you can find [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/grim00/mf_finally_fucking_my_best_friend/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share)

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I saw Emma again real soon. After Christmas day with our families it was back out to the pub to see some other friends. There was a big group we both used to hang out with at high school, but aside from a couple of jokes and subtle winks we left it there. We weren’t in my home town and she had to be up early, so she left and I got more drunk with our friends, to the tune of an enormous hangover the next day. I think we were both surprised by how little our attitudes and behaviour towards each other had changed. She went to see extended family for a couple of days and we spoke often, but no more than usual.

Our group of friends are dreadful at coming up with any kind of plan, so on New Years Eve at about 1pm we still had no plan for the night, besides drink in the same old pub, but suddenly we realised Emma’s house in my village was still empty. Her Mum had moved earlier in the month but the house hadn’t yet sold, so was just an empty shell. Perfect. New Years party AND a farewell to a good old party house it would be. It was just round the corner from my house, so I turned up early to help her set up.

I love the [f]ucking summer with [m]y husband

Short and simple but here we go: It was last summer I was wearing short skirt, tight jeans, and my D cup breasts was shaped into a pink (my favorite color) top that was a tank top. I chose to wore no bra. And thong Like undies. My husband was playing a video game.

I go by him and tell him he looked so good just sitting there. I then take off my clothes and dust my breasts against his hands. He noticed oh did he notice.

He grabbed them, started to suckle on them, then took me to the bedroom. We kissed and our tongues danced with each other. Then he pushed his thick dick inside me. And filled me up doggy style. I cried and moaned like a bitch in heat.

I fucking love the summer the heat drives me crazy.

The Roommates

When I started college, I lived in the dorms with three other guys. We were all freshmen but that was pretty much where the similarities ended. The guy straight across the hall from me was some crazy mix of goth and emo—he wore eye makeup and dark clothes but listened to whiny Fall Out Boy and was vegan. The guy next door to him was a dorky dork—you know the type, watches a lot of anime, sketches a lot of anime, has Samurai swords up on his bedroom wall and a poster of Neo on his door. Then there was the stereotypical jock that was next to me. Brock. Our college didn’t even have a football team but I swear to you Brock carried a football around all the time, just like in an 80’s teenage rom-com. He worked out at the university gym a couple of hours every day, the food in the fridge of his was your standard baked chicken and broccoli with brown rice. He was working on a communications degree, or something like that, and was always very friendly and happy. He maybe wasn’t the brightest but that was fine with me. I could tolerate rap music through the wall if it meant having one semi-normal person in my dorm room. We ended up getting along so well that we roomed together our sophomore and junior years at college as well. Come senior year we decided to keep a good thing going and get an apartment together. We worked really well as roommates because we didn’t hang out socially, we both cleaned up after ourselves and we were both respectful to one another when we had exams coming up or company coming over. Senior year flew by and we both graduated. He had an internship at the local radio station as soon as we graduated, so he wanted to keep the apartment. I had a job lined up as well so we agreed to keep living together. Halfway through the first year after college, he got a girlfriend. Not just any girlfriend. A really fucking hot girlfriend.

A Spontaneous Alfresco Lockdown Fuck with a Stranger [FM]

Lockdown has done something to me. By which I don’t just mean keep me stuck in my own home for weeks on end, though that is accurate too.

A few weeks into isolation my libido skyrocketed and I found myself, much to my own surprise, using my once daily outside exercise allowance to make a thoroughly inappropriate move on a complete stranger. This ultimately resulted in my delivering a swift yet satisfying blowjob behind a bush, a little off the beaten track. The inherent ‘wrongness’ of the situation both thrilled and excited me, and I felt that while I never had the slightest of intention to meet that particular guy again, this was merely the start.

A mere two days later and I repeated the endeavour with an all new random stranger. This time however, as things do, there was a degree of escalation. And by ‘a degree’ I mean I found myself being taken from behind against a tree. While the actual sex itself was mediocre (for me at least. The guy had a wonderful time), the thrill was like no other, and this now felt like a slippery slope.

Stolen Seconds (Entry 1)

We had just stepped into the elevator when a group of 17 filed in behind us. The elevator was so full our bodies seemed connected at our sides. As the doors slid closed he moved his arm behind my back and around my shoulder pulling me even closer into him, his thumb lightly rubbing up and down on my arm.
My breath was coming quicker and my heart was racing but I knew it had nothing to do with the claustrophobia I would normally feel with that many people in a small space. As I leaned into him ever so slightly the doors opened and all but the two of us left the elevator. I had taken two steps away from the back of the elevator to push the door close button when I felt his hand in my hair at the base of my neck. A small gasp escaped me as he gently tugged my hair pulling me firmly against him as the doors started to close on the receding group. Before I knew it his other hand slid around my waist pulling me even tighter to him. With his hand still tangled in my hair he moved my head slightly to the right to expose the left side of my neck. I felt his breath on my neck, slightly faster than normal, and my head fell back against his shoulder. I was grateful for the support of his body because in that moment I didn’t think I could stand on my own. My right hand found his left at my waist and my left reached up to pull his lips closer to my neck. Before I was able to do so the elevator chimed signaling the end of our elevator ride. We stepped apart from each other as the doors opened, effectively ending our stolen moments together.