Friends With Benefits: B is for [light] Bondage [MF]

Previously with Amy: https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7g1euu/friends_with_benefits_a_is_for_anal_mf_part_1/

Friends With Benefits: A is for Anal [MF] (Part 2) from gonewildstories

Friends With Benefits: A is for Anal [MF] Part 3 Morning Wood from gonewildstories

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Monday. English Literature class. Amy (5’6”, 135lbs, short dark dyed red hair, large brown doe eyes, a perky set of 36Cs, and a perfect round ass. Country girl from podunck North Carolina) sits next to me as usual, and she is happy to see me, “Hey there Tiger,” she says with a giggle, as she slides her plump rump into her seat. “Hey yourself,” I reply, “Did you have a good weekend?” “Oh my gawd, did I ever!” she says with a grin.

For some reason, I just couldn’t concentrate on class, I kept thinking about Amy’s pert titties, her plump little pussy and tight ass…

First time without my hubby [mf]

So my husband and I share this account. He posts the pics of me and I tell my stories.
This story is a few years ago. I was 40. My husband and I had talked alot about sharing, but couldn’t decide how and when for that ice breaker time. We decided to just go with whatever situation presents it. Here it was..
One of my best friends is divorced. She was 37 at the time. She had big boobs and loved to tease younger men with them. I met her out for drinks with her newest guy. He had brought a friend Brad. Typical to my friend, these two were only 26. I chatted with Brad alot. He was hot, young and worked out for sure.
We were drunk and the local bar was closing. We decided to walk home. We cut through a wooded trail and my friend and her man couldn’t keep their hands off eachother. They wandered off the path into the woods. We watched her top fly off and those big tits fall out. She dropped to her knees and swallowed his cock.
That was the moment Brad turned and kissed me hard and passionately.

Christmas present for a friend (gangbang, anthro, beastiality)

(This was written as a present for a friend.)

Everything changed last year. Science made some incredible leaps and bounds in several fields. The one that affected the world the most was certainly DNA manipulation. Now, with enough money, you could turn yourself into almost any creature that you could imagine. People all across the world were suddenly transformed overnight. At first it was only the rich and famous, but it slowly trickled down until the average person could afford the operation. It didn’t take long until you couldn’t walk down the street without seeing an anthro creature. Maybe a female human-cow. Maybe a male-wolf. The options were endless.

I just knew I had to give you a special gift this Christmas. You definitely deserved it. I knew about the nights you spent alone with ‘Chance’. Chance is the horse dildo that you purchased from that website. The enormity of the thing matched only by its depravity. I felt you needed to feel something a little bit… warmer.

Old Friend Becomes a Play Toy [mf] [oral] [anal] [mast] [piss] [cum] [selfpee]

Jake and Claire had been friends for ages. When he got dumped, he called her in tears. Claire came over with a bottle of wine and they sat and talked and she assured him everything would be okay.

Some months passed and Claire picked up the phone to check on her friend. He was still in a funk, which was to be expected, but Claire knew something had to be done. She had to bust him out of his depression. And she knew the best way to do that.

A few hours later, there was a knock on Jake’s door. Claire had bought him a puppy! Just kidding. It was Claire and she was in a trench coat.

“Hey there,” she said. She pushed him to the side and stepped into the living room.

“What are you doing here?” He asked.

“What am I NOT doing here?” She said.

“Huh?”

She dropped her trench coat to reveal her body to him. She was wearing a red silk piece of lingerie — see through. He could see her nipples. Rock hard. Her pussy. Waxed bald. Her flat stomach, her amazing legs.

The Lonely Freak Delusion – [Ff][inc]

I can almost guarantee that every adult you know is operating under the same basic misunderstanding. Let’s call it the Lonely-Freak Delusion. All of them, your boss, your parents, your friends, share this delusion: they all think that *they* are uniquely, or at least unusually, messed up, while everyone else has got their shit together.

This conclusion is so obvious, so natural, that it takes concerted effort and training to overcome it. Everyone you know is fucked up, just as much as you, and yet they *all* think that everyone else has their ducks in a row.

Let me show you: here is the subway and here comes the train, kicking up little puffs of dust in its wake. The doors slide open and we glide silently into the carriage. It’s late on a Saturday afternoon and most of the seats are vacant. This is George. He is 37 and works in the building trade. He wants, more than anything, to share his wife of ten years with another man. Sometimes he thinks of particular men: his boss, his best friend, his father, but mostly the men are faceless. Just cocks with which to ravage and degrade Jenny, his wife and his best friend in the whole world.

Creature of the night [fm]

Stacy was a creature of the night, a party girl when she was still full of energy and a gloomy beauty full of contrasts once she cooled down and became tired. She was the only person who could bring Daniel to go to a party, to dance and suffer the insanely loud music when he absolutely hated all of that. He wasn’t a fan of clubs, the flashing lights and the depressing loneliness in the faces of everyone around him, but at her side it became something else. A workout after a long day, an extensive foreplay for the sex they never had or needed but with the long talks deep into the night and getting drunk together.

They were neighbors and had first met when she moved in and he had accepted her invitation despite knowing he wasn’t going to enjoy it, then miraculously enjoyed it. For a while he had been really unsure about her, thinking she was probably just allowing him to tag along but eventually it had become clear that despite their differences they liked, even needed each other to stay sane.

Creature of the night [fm]

Stacy was a creature of the night, a party girl when she was still full of energy and a gloomy beauty full of contrasts once she cooled down and became tired. She was the only person who could bring Daniel to go to a party, to dance and suffer the insanely loud music when he absolutely hated all of that. He wasn’t a fan of clubs, the flashing lights and the depressing loneliness in the faces of everyone around him, but at her side it became something else. A workout after a long day, an extensive foreplay for the sex they never had or needed but with the long talks deep into the night and getting drunk together.

They were neighbors and had first met when she moved in and he had accepted her invitation despite knowing he wasn’t going to enjoy it, then miraculously enjoyed it. For a while he had been really unsure about her, thinking she was probably just allowing him to tag along but eventually it had become clear that despite their differences they liked, even needed each other to stay sane.

Taming the minx [Mf]

Amanda was her name. I met her in some dive bar at the North end of town. Some friends of mine were playing in a band that night and I showed up to provide moral support. “The Scuzz”, they were called. It was their sort of place – sticky floors, dim lighting, barman with one eye right in the middle of his forehead, communicated only in grunts. I was out of place. I’d moved on from my punk phase aged 22 when I’d finally been able to afford some new jeans without holes in them. Still, I was stuck there for the night, so I drank, and I drank, and I hung gloomily around in the dirty corners and watched the kids bouncing around, doing the pogo like they’d invented it.

And then I saw her. I immediately thought she was trouble: tiny little skirt, fishnets, cherry DMs, plum lipstick to match her hair. She was pretty in a boyish way, I suppose, but that’s not what attracted me to her: it was the way she threw herself around the dancefloor. She crackled with a kind of nervous energy, like an over excited kitten. She wasn’t still for more than a second, darting and shimmering through the crowd. I couldn’t take my eyes off her, so when I saw her head for the bar, I followed.

The Youth Hostel Dorm [MF, oral, mast]

*I have started a little sexy story blog, and this is my first post. This is also my first post here, so be gentle. Constructive criticism welcome. Link to my blog in the comments if you’re interested in reading more.*

It was 1am when Samantha got back to her room, but all the beds were empty. The hum of the fan in the bathroom replaced the intimate sound she’d come home to last night– the sleeping breath of her youth hostel bunkmates. They had hired the room for three nights, the six of them quickly getting to know each other better by sharing this little space. But it looked like tonight they were all out later than her, except for the one person having a shower.

[MF] Best blowjob from the older woman in the bar

**NOTE:** This is my first time writing something like this, love some constructive criticism. Thanks in advance!

To give a little context this story was from a couple of years ago. I was managing a pub in London which meant long hours all week, no evenings off and no time for any sort of personal life. Let alone sex.

To describe myself I’m 6′ 4″, a stocky rugby player build with curly red hair. And the girl, Charlotte, was about 5′ 4″ tight, firm curves with long brown hair and pouty lips.

One quiet Monday night I went to the local late dive bar with my work chef to have a couple of drinks and shots before closing and I was feeling rather buzzed. We were sitting at the bar chatting before he went to use the bathroom. The bar was busy but I kept my stool despite being crushed from the busy crowd around me.