The Island – Part Six (MMF, Impreg., Breeding, Bi, Cum.)

(Don’t forget to read Parts 1-5. Please let me know what you think, that’s why I do this!)

The next morning, Rachel woke up in Paul’s arms. Outside, the always-present sound of tropical birds and crashing waves.

She was awash with raw emotions, her passionate affection for Paul and her sincere appreciation of Scott’s submission. Throughout her relationship with Scott, she’d known that he needed direction and guidance. During their pre-marriage lovemaking, that role had fallen on her. She’d been forced to move his body and hands to please her more, or to tell him what to do. Although this role increased the physical pleasure she received, she’d always wanted to give up control herself.

Now that they were on the Island, she didn’t have to think about any of that. Every day was a new adventure, something unexpected but at the same time, eye opening. As she thought about her husband, in another room, she knew that they both loved Paul, and the sense of security he provided.

Later, as they enjoyed breakfast together, Scott and Rachel each wondered what the day had in store for them. Paul had cooked an especially hearty breakfast this morning, dense whole wheat rolls and other proteins.

You Told Me (m4f)(m4a)(making wife’s lesbian fantasy come true)(restraint)

Many times, you told me that you did not want to go to your grave without experiencing sex with another girl. You told me how much you craved to know what a pussy feels like on your lips. How she would taste and moan. So I listened and planned.

When I found who would be the one, your face flushed to hear about her age, her aggressiveness. Your lips parted when I told you of her beauty and fierce passions. Your heavy breathing quickened, and you groaned when I didn’t wait a moment longer to tie your wrists and pull your arms over your head. Stripping you of your clothes, your protection, I left your chest heaving naked on the bed. Your breasts shivered. You struggled against impossible excitement to breathe.

Then, she came into the room.

You groaned long and deep and painfully.

The intensity in her eyes burned like black fire as she mounted the bed and straddled you. She leaned back, flaring her pussy lips and rocking her hips. She dripped her brimming river of desire onto your chest. My freed cock could barely stand it. Not throbbing anymore. Just granite-hard and shuddering.

Fucking [M]y G[F]’s friend cuz her husband won’t

My gf’s friend, let’s call her Mandy, got married a few months ago to a guy her parents set her up with. Before that, she had a series of unsuccessful relationships, some of which were toxic and this girl for some reason kept falling into the same pattern of fuckbois over and over again. All this changed when she met the guy who she is currently married to. She was insanely happy and the wedding went smoothly, with the guy seeming charming and genuinely nice. The trouble I heard, started a few weeks into the marriage.

A little bit about Mandy, she’s short at around 5’5” with a petite body and firm perky 32B cups. She’s a brunette with a pretty face and a smooth round ass.

Now my gf tells me a lot of the things that are talked about during her girl’s night out along with her friends. She mentioned on a few occasions about how Mandy seems frustrated with her husband as he wasn’t up to her expectations in the sexual department, but I never probed into the details of it. A few weeks ago, my gf told me that Mandy referred to him as ‘extra vanilla’, while she preferred to be rough. This girl likes it pretty rough from what I could make out and it seemed to be a common theme in their friends group which will be evident if you guys read my previous stories about my gf.

My Sleeping Boss [Curvy Slut][Sleeping Sex][Sleeping with my Boss][Sleeping Handjob][Cowgirl Orgasm][Erotica]

I laid there in a state. His state. Well, it’s his fault I was in this state…Whatever. I was mad at him. Really, I was mad at myself. I could smell the gallon of rum he’d consumed over the night’s train of bars we attended from the other side of the hotel room where I laid. The chasm of space between our double beds seemed farther with every glance at him. Derrick slept exactly in the position I left him. His shins dangled from the bottom of the bed so the soles of his shoes could barely brush the gray off white carpet. Derrick’s black button-down shirt was a wrinkled mess and was untucked from his jeans. I knew Derrick would never sleep like this- especially in front of me. The straight and sturdy, wrinkle free, and articulate monster I knew as my boss had more luggage just to hold and organize his grooming products than I had total for the week’s stay in New York City.

25 Days of SEXmas – December 9 -Coming home late for Chrismtas Pt 2 (MF) (Oral) (Anal)

“Oh, Fuck, yes! Fuck, fuck fuck fuck!” Nancy cried out in the darkness. I clamped a hand over Nancy’s mouth as she climaxed. Her high pitched whimpers of pleasure drove me wild, and I began thrusting faster into her. Her body writhed under me as the orgasms tore through her.

“You’ve got to be quiet!” I said in a harsh whisper. “You’re gonna get us caught! Do you want to explain this to our parents?” Nancy nodded her agreement, still panting from her most recent orgasm. I slowed down, pulling the length of my cock out to the tip, then slowly sliding back in. Nancy let out a purr of satisfaction, letting me know that she enjoyed it. Every slow thrust was driving me wild, drawing out the pleasure as I felt the orgasm building inside me.

Read the rest [here](https://rileyblackstone.com/2019/12/09/25-days-of-sexmas-december-9/). If you missed any of the other 25 days of SEXmas, you can find them [here](https://rileyblackstone.com/category/25-days-of-sexmas/)

Christmas party interrupted & Kinky Advent 8/24 [fM] [bdsm] [Str8]

She could hear Sheryl laugh. Another one of her dad’s co-workers. Muffled by two closed glass doors she could still recognize that infectious sound. Sheryl would throw her head back while laughing, she could almost see her do it, listening to the faint sounds from the on-going Christmas party.

‘Let’s go to Sam’s office, it’s the only one with a proper door on this floor.’, he mumbled.

So, it was finally happening. After 3 months of working at her fathers office and only talking to Andrew during short lunch breaks, she’d finally get him alone. Andrew was her father’s new colleague. Though not as old as her dad he was still almost 25 years her senior and what they were about to do was feeling even more thrilling because of that age difference. At least Laura hoped they would finally do what she had been fantasizing about for weeks now.

They weren’t touching each other anymore, he had let go of her hand when they had entered the room. The office was faintly lit by the yellowish light of the street lamps. The drawn blinds cutting casting striped shadow patterns on the wall.

I’m a Secret Escort, and I fucked my former classmate [MF]

Normally, I’m this girl next door type. Cute, bubbly personality. Nice, kind, caring to others. Generally just a nice woman. You all probably know the type.

But deep inside, I’m this total slut. Slutty enough to be an escort. I first started stripping. That led to more Girlfriend Experiences. Which led to full escorting. The thing is that I lead 2 lives. My normal cute bubbly life. And my slutty escort life. Normally I keep these worlds separate, well as best as I can. But I had a recent time where these naughty and nice worlds collided with each other.

My step-sister at last [inc][young to old]

I had grown up a single child living with my dad after my mom left. She couldn’t take his drinking any longer and left when I was about a year old. My dad’s sisters moved in and took care of me. I recall a few times my mother visited to see me but nothing is very clear from those early days.

When I was about 7, my dad decided to get married again. My step-mom had a couple of kids from her previous marriage and so we were about 7 people living in a small house with just my dad’s job keeping us afloat. Naturally resources were stretched and soon one of my aunts got married and left. Still the money didn’t stretch far enough and I was sent off to live with my mother (who was going through her lesbian phase at the time and living with a butch gangster of a woman, guns and all).

So my relationship with my step-siblings was quite strained at the beginning and not very much sibling-like. I would visit my dad’s family over the weekend and weekdays were with my mom. As time went by, we became friends and eventually started to treat each other as friends, if not siblings.

Fun at drama camp

Anal at drama camp with a church girl

**********LONG STORY************

Bare with me guys, it’s a long one but i’ve included plenty of details. Let me know if you like it.

I had not long moved to a new school in the middle of the school year. As it was one of the only classes left open for me to join, I went into Drama class. I was in the 11th grade and had never done drama before but I wasn’t deadset against it and it turned out to be one of the best decisions I ever made for my cock. There were 28 pretty girls in my class & only 3 guys. A lot of the girls knew each other from cheerleading/dancing so they were all very fit and very flexible

[MF] I fucked my shy tinder date all around her parents house over the weekend after promising her more fucking after our first time. Part II

Part I(Prelude) is [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/e7uu8e/mffucked_my_shy_tinder_date_before_the_weekend/).

As soon as she left I regretted sending her away. I wanted to text her and ask her to come right back. But I fought the temptation and just sent a message- I had a great evening, looking forward to a greater weekend ;) I hope you reach home safely. I got back a reply around 30 minutes after she had left. I bid her good night and tried to get some sleep. Needless to say I tossed and turned all night.

Her Friday shift ended at same time as Thursday i.e., 3 PM. 3:30 was a little early to leave work but I said chuck it. These opportunities don’t come everyday. She picked me up at work, drove me to my place and I picked up some clothes. Her condition was that she would drive me to her place so that unlike the previous night she will have control and I could only leave when she allowed me too. I could always take an Uber but that was the understanding.