collection of stories you shouldn't read at work
What can I say, I love getting off to reading about other people escapades, so tell me a naughty story. Even better if it’s a secret. I, of course, will return the favor. ;)
Special Attention paid to:
1. Girl-on-Girl
2. FFM Threesome
3. Pregnant/Lactating
4. First-times
5. Extra bonus points for a combination of more than one of the above
If you really want to get my attention, give me more than a couple sentences and be descriptive.
Now, light up my inbox …
Mm
I wish I could say I got fucked and left sweat and cum stains on the crisp sheets at this nice hotel as evidence my ass got rammed good, but I can’t. I’m actually working here and craving cock. It’s been a quiet night. An occasional tweaker will come downstairs for a cigarette. With one in particular, this white trash dude about 6’5, I keep dropping subtle hints that I want to taste his dick, and feel his nut explode in my asshole. Perhaps I was too subtle when I said with a wink, “Let me know if you need anything, *anything* at all,” stressing the second “anything” and adding “to help you sleep.” The subtext, of course, is that, after a vigorous fuck i’m offering, it will leave him and his balls drained; he’ll sleep like king. The most overt signal, though, would have to be my boner. In between doing my job and writing this post, I play with myself through the huge hole I have in my right pocket. When he comes down, I make no effort to hide it. He hasn’t noticed it.
I’m a straight, married guy. Happily so. Wife is very cute, and we’ve been together 10+ years. We’re both in good shape, both enjoy ourselves in the bedroom.
Over the years we’ve had lots of great sex. Missionary position of course, but she used to enjoy doggy style a lot, stripping her panties and sticking her ass in the air waiting for me to fuck her brains out. She’d have her face buried in the pillow moaning within a minute. Or cowgirl, riding me until she came, then flopping forward to put her perfect breasts right over my eyes and mouth. That would be a sure way to make me cum too!
Lately she’s been not as interested in full sex, preferring the Hitachi to penetration. I’m okay with this, I’m always supportive, I’ll kiss her on the lips and suck on her nipples to help her get off (and she always gets off). Sometimes she reciprocates, sucking my cock and stroking me… sometimes she’s too busy coming herself, which is fine, I enjoy watching and helping her along. :)
My mother had just suffered through a very testy divorce. Apparently, after twenty-five years of blissful wedlock, daddy decided he didn’t want his wife to be married to a womanizing asshole any longer. He’s considerate like that.
Since then, dear mater had embarked on an intense regimen of Xanax, booze and late night calls (almost exclusively to me). Hey, I really love my mom but a girl needs her beauty sleep.
After a few months of this relentless whining, wining and wallowing, I suggested that we should both forget about our dull, dreary lives and go spend a week in Vegas disgracing the very name of womanhood. It seemed like the perfect solution. I’d just turned 21 and was in real need of a break from studying and my mother would have loads of people to talk to when she was drunk at 4 o’clock in the morning.
I’ve always been friends with his bestfriend since we started dating. I was young and innocent back then so didn’t think much of it, he was always just a fun, good friend, who I thought would never be in to me.
Up until a couple of years ago when the flirting and the not so subtle perves really ramped up. I realized I was becoming more and more attracted to him. Innocent lifts in my car home turned to a little bit of jealously of my friends checking him out when we were out. Next thing we were joking about his other mate saying we looked like we wanted to hook up. Little did I know he had always wanted to fuck me.
We were out in a bar with a group of friends when we both headed to the bathroom at the same time. From the moment he put his hand up my skirt, moved my undies to the side and put his fingers inside me, within metres of our friends (and my boyfriend), I knew I wanted more. It was the most intense thrill of wanting him and not being able to have him.
[PART ONE](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/e16er5/mf_i_accidentally_sent_my_much_older_apartment/)
I promised eight days ago that I would continue this story, so here I am for all you dirty people. It probably would have been sooner, but Thanksgiving was last week. I spent most of the week eating, watching movies, and enjoying the supreme relaxation that comes with a four-day weekend.
Anyway, let’s go back in time again. There I was in my little apartment, exhausted, sitting on my bed with my dick still out trying to process what just happened. I probably sat there for a solid 15 minutes with a big ass smile on my face before getting up to take a shower. Obviously, I had to cum again in the shower. When something that arousing happens, your extreme desire doesn’t go away with just one release. You need at least two.
After getting out of the shower, I checked my phone hoping to find a text from Maria saying some x-rated Hallmark type shit like, “That was the most intense orgasm I’ve ever experienced!” but instead all that was on my phone was a mood killing news alert about Trump. Nothing slashes a boner in half faster than politics.
She caught my eye one afternoon as I was swiping. Her smile, brown shoulder-length hair. Assertiveness. Nice tits. So a few hours later when I got a notification that I had a match I felt my cock twitch when I saw it was her.
We chatted for a bit, easily. Turns out she’s in town for work (oh DC, land of business trips and slutty interns!) and staying in a hotel just over the river in Crystal City. We made tentative plans for a few days out, but our messages quickly intensified and before I knew it, it was 11 pm and I was putting on my pants and jumping in my car, with the full intention of having them off again soon!
She didn’t want her co-workers, still hanging at the bar, to see me. So she left a key at the front desk and I picked it up without any trouble. A quick elevator ride up and I knocked on her door. She was prettier than her pictures. A soft white cashmere sweater, jeans, socks. Casual. Elegant. Infinitely sexy.
I lived in a neighborhood that was densely surrounded by thick woods. I used to like to go way down into the woods behind big bushes where no one could see and strip off my clothes and jerk off. I did this every once in a while for a couple years.
At the same time, there was a girl in my neighborhood who I knew through school and who I would flirt with a lot in class. Randomly one night in the middle of the summer, she messaged me and asked if I wanted to meet up with her and one of her friends (who I also knew from class) and just walk around outside. Of course, I agreed and went to go meet them down the street from my house. We decided we wanted to drink some beers, so we needed to find a hidden place off of the road. I already knew that my jerk off spot was hidden enough so I told them that I knew of a place we could walk to.
My boyfriend (now husband) and I were exclusive all the way through college and while I had fucked other guys, he hadn’t been with anyone but me and wanted to get to experience that, so he suggested an open relationship. I love him, but he has a 4.5 inch cock so I easily said yes, lol.
As soon as we became open, the first person I knew I had to call was a guy we both knew from college, named Greg. I wouldn’t say he was a friend of my boyfriend’s, they actually never got along at all. I had, however, heard rave reviews on his sexual abilities from friends of mine who had fucked him, as he was a bit of a player.
Although I was honest about the situation, being an open relationship and all, he definitely got a specific kick out of fucking me since he and my boyfriend butted heads so regularly for years. I remember the first time I saw his cock, gasping as how huge it was, he laughed and started making jokes about how my husbands must not be very good. This is when I started to realize my cuckolding fetish: I was unbelievably turned on by this big cocked stud mocking my husband. At first I kept this as an internal fantasy only, as I did still love my husband and felt pretty bad that I’d constantly tell his “enemy” that he fucked me better than him.
To say it was a weird situation is kind of an understatement….
I had always gotten on well with my neighbor Jill. We lived in the same condo block and we shared a wall. I had never been in her unit before but I think they were set up sort of mirrored to each other, mostly because our Front doors were on opposite ends and I could hear her bedroom faintly through the wall…lets just leave it at that.
She had a gentle kindness to her whenever we saw each other. She had dark brown hair and piercing hazel eyes, maybe she smiled a lot because her complexion had an intensity to it that one could call intense.
She seemed to work a lot, I think she had one of those jobs in an office that is difficult to describe, because you spend most of your time pretending to work or whatever. I’m not really sure but she would always be wearing business casual or “Angela Merkl pants-suits” when she left in the morning.
I was a wildland firefighter so I was either gone for weeks on end or home all hours of the day.