First and foremost, I know this is absolutely going to read like fiction. In truth, it still feels like it in a lot of ways. But, in hopes of calming some of that, a little backstory. The girl who I’ll be calling Anna and I have been friends now for quite some time. Moreover, it was fairly early on in our friendship that we discovered just how compatible we are. She’s a talented and enthusiastic sub, always excited to try new things. I’m a dom that, over the time we’ve known each other, has grown pretty confident and comfortable with his own abilities. It’s something I enjoy, and Anna and I explored a lot of our early developments of kink together. I’d had a bit of a head start on her by a few years at that point, so I got help guide her, shape and encourage her, and do everything I could to provide a safe and comfortable outlet for that exploration. She’s the one that first asked me to choke her. Slap her. Pull her hair. When we ultimately started spending more intimate time together, we started to play with hypnosis.
Futas & Fighters (Chapter 1) [Fiction][Fantasy][Futanari][TF][Oral][Buk][Bond(light)]
Following the Great War between the Kingdoms of Edaria and Cal’thum, the land had once more settled into peace. Great cities once besieged now tend to their wounds and begin rebuilding. Villages destroyed have seen new life and new faces. Soldiers are returning home. New life is flowing into the war-ravaged lands.
In a small tavern on the edge of a small village on the edge of the Kingdom’s borders, on the edge of the sea drinks a young woman by the name of Marin. Marin was your average young Elven woman, in that, she was wholly unaverage. Strong, beautiful, and contrary to most Elven stereotypes, lackluster in the ways of Wisdom and Intellect. On any other day, Marin would be tending to the blacksmith’s forge: keeping the fire hot, the weapons sharp, and most of the men in town well stocked with mental material for a quick “training session in one-handed clubs”. With the war over, Marin had finally received the grim news from Hargrin the Blacksmith.
“The fucker fired me, Edea,” Marin sloshed as she set her tankard back on the bar. Her soft, blonde, Elven hair covering her slender face only long enough for her hand to slam it back into its proper place. The Human woman who sat next to her was only half listening as she tended her own drink.
[MF] – My first and only Tinder hookup
About four years ago, I got out of a somewhat rocky relationship. Tinder was the logical choice to kill some time, get a few laughs, and maybe catch up on the years I’d wasted. I decided to make the most of my newly single life and purchased the unlimited swipes option for an extra $10 a month. Of course, I put it to good use by sitting around mindlessly swiping right until Tinder struggled to find me any more matches. Lights off. Go to bed. Wake up. Repeat.
Within a few days, I had accumulated a decent list of girls that were either A.) not my type or B.) the type that my friends would strongly disapprove of no matter how wet my dick needed to get. But one girl caught my eye. Her name was Cammy. 19 years old. Local (45 minutes away) college girl. Blonde hair, gorgeous blue eyes, fantastic tits. She was basically the same girl every gonewildstories post describes. Except…. proof! http://i.imgur.com/nEUbv8x.jpg
[MF] Lazy Sunday Morning
I have written about my experiences with Hailey before. I describe her appearance a bit more in those ones, if you are curious:
[Under Two Pines](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7amlof/mf_under_two_pines_vanilla/)
[Lunch Break](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7kv34j/mf_school_lunch_break/)
___
As I have mentioned in previous posts, Hailey and I had many first times when we first moved into our first apartment together. Despite us both being busy with school, work, research, volunteering, and whatever else, we always had time to spend Sunday mornings together.
We usually stayed up way too late on Saturday nights, sometimes until 2 or 3 am, playing video games, watching movies, and talking. Inevitably, Sunday mornings were for sleeping and lounging around in bed (and waffles and more video games later).
Being an early riser, I usually wake up before her, but Hailey has a sixth sense for whether I am trying to get out of bed early. In her half asleep state, she usually manages to grab me before I even have a foot on the ground and coax me back into her arms. This Sunday was no different. As I tried to leap out of bed to start my day, she was on me “Noooo, don’t leave. Stay here with meee.” Admittedly, she was very persuasive, so I laid back down and sidled up next to her. She had turned over on to her side, facing away from me, ready to spoon. Her long blonde hair laid in tangles over her pillow and onto the sheets, clearly ready to smother me if I actually laid behind her. I kneeled next to her and started stuffing her hair back under her head, teasing her about her unruly bedhead.
Quick Rice part 2 [MF]
Part 1 here https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/82luex/quick_rice_mf/
Part 2 DM’s welcome
Most of the ladies that had any interest in EL and myself had noticed the interaction with Quick Rice, we had been shaded from view by the bus seats, however, that didn’t keep the other ladies from figuring out that something was going on. A couple of the more upfront ladies decided to check me out; one by one they came back to say something to me. The first was a bunch of questions about me and my past etc. I didn’t answer any of them, just kept turning the questions back on her. The 2nd came to tell me that I stood no chance with her and don’t even try (I immediately put her on the ‘Gonna Happen” list, and nicknamed her Gappen) then the 3rd came to tell me that Quick Rice was her best friend, a virgin and too naive for a scumbag like me to leave my stink on. She wasn’t nice in any way, rude and continued to tell me why I was a garbage human being and how I was going to rot in hell. I couldn’t quit laughing the whole time, which only made her angrier. She finally stormed off, then about 5 seats from me, turns and yells, you are not gonna Fuck any of my friends! Mayhem, I tell you, mayhem.
I was her summer subletter. Here’s how she became my cumslut sub. [MF] [Long] [Part 2 of 2]
As promised, here’s the second half (all three parts couldn’t fit in a single post so I had to split it up). The first half can be found [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/95zf5v/i_was_her_summer_subletter_heres_how_she_became/). Hope you enjoy!
# III.
So, the last part left off on a Tuesday in late July. Lauren had gone into the office and, per my instructions, relieved herself of her bra, placing it in her handbag, which left nothing but a t-shirt blouse between her soft, pale nipples and the unceasing blast of cool air her office’s AC was in the habit of dispensing all summer long. Lauren’s nipples — which hardened almost immediately upon removal of the bra, as she told it, and stood at attention for the remainder of the workday — became the subject of a number of distracted glances and subtle stares, from guys and girls alike, across the open-plan office space. On the internet, this kind of phenomenon is typically described with observations like “every guy in the room went rock hard, and began noticeably oozing precum out of their ten inch cocks,” etc. In reality, even a couple of furtive glances, awkwardly cast, is enough to set the heart racing. And so, around 4 PM, she texted me for permission to go to the bathroom so she could get herself off. Permission granted.
Natalia Dyer: Finishing Up On Set
‘And cut! That’s a wrap. Good job, guys. See you tomorrow.’ With a loud, mechanical *buzz* and shouts from the crew, the warm set lights faded and the harsh studio lights burst on. I left the set, got out of costume, and headed to my trailer. An assistant jogged up to me.
‘Ms Dyer, a car will be out front for you in fifteen minutes’.
‘Thanks’. I smiled politely and nodded my head. It was a long day on set, and all I wanted in the world was to climb under a hot shower and get a full night’s sleep.
‘Oh, and can you be in for 4 a.m tomorrow? The directors want to try those sunrise scenes again.’
‘Yep, that figures’, I thought to myself, rolling my eyes. ‘Yeah, sure.’
[FM] [D/s] 6. Fucked ‘til I cry: So this one time this one guy slammed me into subspace.
TLDR: Ralph fucked me ‘til I cried.
[“You cock-teasing slut,”](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/960yiq/fm_5_seahorse_massage_so_this_one_time_this_one/?st=JKN419AB&sh=690fed2e)
Ralphie breathes into my ear. “I’m gonna fuck the shit outta you right now.”
Ralph sits up kneeling between my legs, his throbbing dick only centimeters from my dripping cunt. My ankles locked around his waist, I angle my hips and eagerly present him my slick pink hole. His hands buried in my long tangled black hair, Ralphie forcefully tilts my head so I can admire his cock straining towards my pussy. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, tugging him closer, breathing in his scent and licking the sweat from his neck. His short beard is rough against my skin, but I nuzzle against the wiry fuzz like a kitten, rubbing my cheeks from his dark bristled chin to the colorful curve of his tattooed shoulder.
Suddenly, he releases his hold. Dropping me back into the pillows, I shiver at his absence, whine and reach for him. He slaps my pussy with a hard, wet clap and I twitch and moan, recessing back into the bed, startled by the sharply pleasurable pain. In a blink he reaches into his pants on the floor at the foot of the bed. I hold my hands clasped together, high over my head in nervous anticipation, trying so hard to be good.
Natalia Dyer: Finishing Up On Set
‘And cut! That’s a wrap. Good job, guys. See you tomorrow.’ With a loud, mechanical *buzz* and shouts from the crew, the warm set lights faded and the harsh studio lights burst on. I left the set, got out of costume, and headed to my trailer. An assistant jogged up to me.
‘Ms Dyer, a car will be out front for you in fifteen minutes’.
‘Thanks’. I smiled politely and nodded my head. It was a long day on set, and all I wanted in the world was to climb under a hot shower and get a full night’s sleep.
‘Oh, and can you be in for 4 a.m tomorrow? The directors want to try those sunrise scenes again.’
‘Yep, that figures’, I thought to myself, rolling my eyes. ‘Yeah, sure.’
[FM] 5. Seahorse massage: So this one time, this one guy slammed me into subspace.
TL/DR: I gave Ralphie a back rub and humped his tramp stamp.
“Oh my God, my little whore,” Ralph chuckled. [He’d just exploded in my mouth](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/90p8vg/fm_ds_2_facefucked_so_this_one_time_tony_stark/?st=JKN27QWX&sh=02a739e7), cum spilling over my lips and coating my chin, neck and tits. He held me by my hair, relishing my cum covered face and body.
“I’m gonna have to fuck the living shit out of you,” he vowed, nodding while smiling broadly.
I laughed at his earnestness as he released his grip on my head and solicitously wrapped an arm around my waist to help me stand.
I grabbed a towel from the set I had placed near the foot of the bed and cleaned the gooey jizz off my face and body. There was a lot. I was proud of the volume of cream soiling the towel. It felt like a hard-earned prize, sticky proof of the pleasure I give.
Ralphie stretched out on my bed, leaning against a pillow with his arms folded behind his head. He watched me wipe up his cum from my skin with his own contented grin. I grabbed the second fresh towel and crawled between his legs.