Twice the fun at the wedding

If you’ve followed my stories, you’ll be familiar with my relationship with Suzie. She’s my sister-in-law and we fuck regularly. She’s also embraced her inner slut since splitting from her ex, and she’s trying to be really wild for a while! Good for her.

This is a story she told me the other day. I listen with rapt attention, my cock getting harder with every word. Eventually I had to fuck her because I thought I’d explode if I didn’t. But that’s not the story for today. The story is her story, from last weekend.

Suzie went to her friend’s wedding. She was a bridesmaid and looked fantastic in her green dress. Any man on the prowl would have been lucky to get inside that dress.

But, the wedding was great. Everything went smoothly and the evening began. Not a single, eligible man around. All either coupled up, gay or ugly as sin. She was happy to be a slut, but she had standards.

I[F] got flown out to LA to suck cock.

My recent kink is getting paid to suck cock and my friend/fwb although i’m sure he is a low key SD offered to fly me out to LA to spend the weekend with him. Get a hotel and have fun. Flight to NYC from LA.

I sucked him dry day and night for 3 days.

He paid me very well.

[MF] accidentally went to a swingers party with my gf and a close friends.

So me(m28) and my gf(f26) Breanna have been dating for Bout 6 years, our relationship has always been pretty damn good. We’ve been going out to all the bars in the surrounding cities with a couple were friends with. Ashley and Jake have been our good friends since high school. So we meet up once or twice a week for drinks. Well this particular night we went to a new bar a few towns over that just opened after a remodel. It was a decent bar, lots of a bit older couples and a small share of younger. We were having a good time when this couple approached us and bought our table a few rounds of shots and chatted with us for an hour or so before asking if we’d come to their house party tonight and after a discussion within the table we agreed.

I performed at a live sex club with 4 guys for money [F]

I had been thinking about getting involved in sex work for a while. Then almost a year ago, I read this post on here: [https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9eoozp/finished_paying_off_my_student_loans_by_having/](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9eoozp/finished_paying_off_my_student_loans_by_having/). I couldn’t stop thinking about it after reading about someone else’s experience doing what I had only been able to fantasize about.

I reached out to the Redditor that posted the story and really appreciated being able to talk to someone who could relate to what I had thought about for so long. She also was able to explain what she enjoyed, didn’t enjoy, etc. and answer a lot of my questions about how things went. She explained how the club was very exclusive and by invitation only. She ultimately was able to connect me with some people at the club to explore further whether I wanted to go through with it.

I went through a fairly intense and involved interview process over the next several months. I almost told them to cancel my application many times throughout the process as I had second thoughts. But, I eventually completed all of the steps and made it through each round of selection. Then, several months later, I found myself in an airplane on my way to Las Vegas. The trip there is a complete blur in retrospect – my nerves and anxiety were running high thinking about what was going to happen that night.

Date Night [MFM] (Bi) (First time) (Questioning Sexuality) (Hotwife) Pt. 4 & 5

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Eyes closed as I wrap my hand around Nick’s hard on, I focus on pleasuring him using my tongue and lips as a reward for his patience tonight. It’s an… understatement to say I love giving head. The way you twitch and moan when I’m going down on you is like nothing else in this world. I feel so sexy and powerful when I’m able to reduce you to a puddle of endorphins using just my mouth. My reverie is broken when my tongue hits the right spot on the underside of Nick’s cock head and he rewards me with a deep, rumbling moan, tilting his head back. That’s my cue to keep doing what I’m doing, and Nick moans again, slightly louder this time. “Oh, wow” he stammers as I push him as far as I can take him, wiggling my soft pink tongue against his shaft and rubbing the tip against the back of my throat. I look up into his eyes when he’s pushed as far as I can take him. “Holy shit” he hisses through clenched teeth. I hold him there until I feel like I’m struggling for air and then swallow, trying to suppress my gag reflex but the angle is wrong. Nobody’s perfect, but I’m working on it. Goals are good. Pulling my head back with a gasp, I stroke his cock quickly and a string of spit joining us jiggles before breaking, landing across my cheek. I want to feel him splash on my face in the same way when he cums, I think and grin, naughtily. I take him in my mouth again and start sucking rhythmically, doing my best to maintain friction with the spot that made him jump earlier.

The Heal Slut: Part Three [MF, MFF] [Fantasy]

**The Heal Slut: Part Three – Of Two Minds**

Tirron had two minds from the moment the pink mist drifted into him. One mind was at the forefront, focused on Sybil, focused on her body, on the feeling of her sexual energy.

The other mind was trapped in the back behind the pink mist that obscured his mind. Tirron fought against it, trying to push against the bonds of his internal prison but it did no good.

Tirron felt his body respond to the pressures of the spell, his eyes lighting on the form of the ork priestess. She was beyond gorgeous in this moment, light green skin glistening in the sunlight, the rays of Light bouncing off of the sweat on her neck.

“Tirron. It has been so long since you felt wetness around your cock. I’m sure there is a woman here, aroused by the battle so and the sight of your strength, willing to take you and let you take her.” Her voice slipped through Tirron’s ears and it seemed to focus the magic that gripped his mind and brought his lust from deep inside, where he tucked it down.

The Old Guy

It’s amazing isn’t it Little One? I watched you walk into the bar so full of yourself as you dodged all the frat boys with their puffed up egos and hard little peckers, doing their best to catch your attention, while in reality they were just making fools of themselves. I watched as you one by one crushed their little wet dreams, and then you noticed me. The old guy in the corner, the one who is probably your  father’s age. You thought you would come over and tease the old dude and give him something to talk about at his poker game the next night. The hot young girl who hit on him, made him feel good about himself, made him feel young again. You would have a few drinks before sending him on his way. How did that work out for you Kitten?

You never dreamed you would be here in your own apartment on your knees with that old guy’s hand wrapped in your hair and his cock buried balls deep in your throat did you Dear?

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The Yoga Goddess, Part II: The Goddess has a Name. MF, casual encounter, sensual

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Part II: The Goddess has a Name

Several weeks pass as if nothing had happened. We continue attending the same, 7:30 night class, but with no extracurricular activities. We make eyes once in a while. I try not to lose focus staring at her, but my efforts are futile. Her round, perfect ass is highlighted so perfectly by her skin tight spandex. When she wears her sports bras, I admire her belly. It twists and bends effortlessly. It has a softness to it, yet I know it is strong and limber. I trace her legs, from feet, to calves, and up her toned, thick thighs and curvy waist. Her rounded shoulders give way to her feminine, toned arms. Then there’s her ideal chest. Her cleavage shows, her bra hugging her body tightly. I recall her kneeling before me, fucking me with those tits. I daydream what it would be like for her to have on that sports bra, and to slide my cock between those mounds. To feel the tightness, the resistance, and her breasts bouncing together with my thrusts…

Long Distance Changes Things (part 3) [MF] [oral]

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Emily’s Submission [MF] [Group] [BDSM] [College]

Emily decided to take her professor up on his offer to help students with their research paper. She was completely competent enough to get an A- on her own, but she was one of those girls who strove for perfection in everything. It wasn’t that she had some huge ambition that she focused her efforts toward. In fact, you might even call her aimless, because she still was unsure of what she wanted to do after graduating with her English degree next year. Emily’s quest for perfection instead was rooted in her need to feel the approval of others—especially her superiors. It was the result of her parents’ way of reinforcing behavior when she was a child. So her decision to meet with Professor Manning was less out of a desire to get a 4.0 instead of a 3.7, but because for some reason impressing him was really important to her.

She took the elevator up to the third floor of the Drummond building and walked all the way around it trying to find office 351. The floor map was unhelpful, and if she had just taken a left from the elevator instead of going straight, she would have been there in no time. She was now three minutes late and felt a little bit stupid for the mistake. She came to his half open door and knocked on it apprehensively, not knowing if she should just walk in or not.