[MF] Too lazy to move from bed on an ocean yacht I had a servant drink my piss straight from my cock.

TLDR – Skip to Day 1 for the sex. The first part is just me telling you how privileged I am.

Preamble:

Don’t bother messaging saying BS. I don’t care a whit if you believe a word of this or not.

I’ve given the background to our family situation in a previous post –

My 47[M] Colombian [F] sex slave, sort of. from gonewildstories

Go read if you care. In particular catch up on who Gabriella – my little butterfly is. In short she is a domestic maid who is kinky and likes being mistreated and used for all sorts of debauched slave and pain play. She has worked as a boat hand for us in the past and she can (whatever the word is) drive / skipper / captain / navigate a motor yacht / catamaran / mono hull around the world. She’s also a professional masseuse.

The good assistant [ MFM, anal, Fsub, oral, reluc, voy ]

I am using the company internet connection to research a paper. I see you leave your office and head for the bathroom. Movement makes you turn your head as you pass my cubicle.
“Hey, what are you still doing here?” you find yourself stopping to say. “Just catching up on a few things. Can I get you anything, sir?”
“Oh. Yes. Would you please start the coffee drip? It looks like I am going to be here a while. I’ll take it in my office when it’s ready.”
“Certainly, sir.” I don’t know why I’m extra polite to you. It just sounds so right to address you respectfully. I find myself irrationally wanting to please you. Anyone else I’d stall and say screw you. It’s 10 pm, fucker, but for you, I put my heels back on and rush into the kitchen. As the coffee brews, I straighten my skirt, and the seams of my stockings, pull my hair back and unbutton so my camisole clad breast is plainly exposed. I pour you a cup and fix it the way you like, just a little cream to cool it off and carry it in to you on a saucer.
I stop in your doorway; you’re on the phone. You pretend to not notice me there for a minute, my legs shifting in the heels after a long day, my hips leaning from side to side. Without ever looking directly at me, you wave me in. Still on the phone you tap the desk where I am to place the coffee. You are really something else, but I do as I am told. I lean forward and I realize the view is completely scandalous. Lace isn’t part of the dress code here, your eyebrow seems to say. As you hang up the phone I straighten up and ask,
“Will, that be all?” You stand up and come around the desk to where I am standing, sort of back me into it, so my tush is pressed against the edge. You touch my cheek and say that no, that’s not all. Without any warning, I realize you’re undoing the rest of my buttons, and pulling my shirt back over my shoulders. I’m breathing so hard, looking at you looking at my breasts. You tilt my chin up to look at you and I feel my knees shake. I wasn’t expecting this. I had only flirted with fantasies before this moment.
You kiss my neck and touch my skin, sliding spaghetti straps down my arms. I’m mewing when one of the other suits walks in. He’s holding files but says nothing, just gapes at me standing between you and the desk, my nipples slightly exposed, my shirt still tucked in and pushed so far down my arms it’s holding them back. I suddenly get shy and press myself against you. He starts to apologize and backs out the door but you tell him to stay, at which point I am confused and somewhat scared.
“What do you want me to do?” I ask as I look at you naively. “Everything.”
You push me back so you and your colleague can see me again. You pull my undershirt down so my breasts fall out completely. The other man enters the room completely and shuts the door, locking it. You walk me over to the floor to ceiling windows overlooking the rest of Manhattan’s money and facing me forward, looking out, you undress me slowly rubbing my skin as you take each piece of clothing off. You pull my skirt down and I step out of it. You touch the naked part of my ass in the garters and slide your finger around below my waist. You can’t believe I came to work without panties on. Just stockings. You whisper how I’ve been bad, so bad to wear something like that. You leave me standing there in the bright light of your office, almost naked, visible to hundreds of New York windows, and I can’t move. I am grounded there, slightly spread eagle, face turned away blushing. Only you have this hold on me, sir.

[MF] I’ve been sleeping with my wife’s sister. (Continued)

Original post: https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ag7weg/mf_ive_been_sleeping_with_my_wifes_sister_for_a/

I want to thank everyone for the support on my previous post. I want to cover a few things before I continue with what happened. There will be no pics for now. The wife would never go for it and I haven’t even brought it up with the sister yet. Although, she has sent me videos but those will be off limits. I’ve gotten several messages about my wife getting involved. That will most likely never happen. Reality is far more awkward than fantasy. I can’t even imagine how that would go. I just see a bunch of awkwardness that would kill any kind of excitement around it. This mainly started because of one ingredient: alcohol. Im more than happy with what’s going on now and don’t want to ruin it by getting greedy. Sorry if that’s disappointing!

The next morning I woke up with a huge hangover which for the most part kept my mind off the dread of facing my wife. It hit me tho soon after I finished taking a shower. I didn’t want to go to the kitchen as I had no clue on what I was going to say. How was I going to justify it?

STRANGER FUCK [MF] [cheat] [oral] [anal] [mast] [facial]

The challenge for Stephanie and Mark was to spice things up a little bit. For them, spicing things up could be something as simple as a handjob on the sofa. Their sex life was boring and Stephanie knew it. Mark didn’t mind so much. He could go ages without any sort of release. Stephanie, on the other hand, couldn’t.

Stephanie had desires. She had things she wanted to do. When it snowed last winter, Stephanie begged Mark to take her onto the deck and fuck her, doggystyle, in the snow with her little snow pants pulled down just enough for him to enter her. He laughed and said she was weird.

One evening, Mark came home late from work to find Stephanie in bed, masturbating vigorously. Instead of kicking the door down and jumping on his wife and fucking her brains out, he quietly tiptoed into the living room and waited for the moaning to stop. And then he came in to the bedroom, undoing his tie.

“When did you get in?” She asked, sitting up anxiously.

“Oh, a while ago. I just wanted to give you some privacy.”

Naughty fun with a couple and a BBC bull on a snowy weekend [Group]

On this snowy weekend Master and I got to have some naughty fun. We met up with another couple at an Airbnb we rented out in the countryside. We started off the day meeting at a local brewery. It was on the top of a tall hill. Master and I had a beer and ordered some food while we waited for Clockwork and his girlfriend Roxy. They got there a bit late because of the weather but we enjoyed a beer with them and then headed over to the Airbnb.

When we got to the house we all explored. It was a nice size house with a big family room and kitchen. Upstairs there were four bedrooms. The only downside was that there were 2 cameras in the main foyer. It meant we couldn’t walk around naked the whole time which was a bummer but not that big of a deal in the whole grand scheme of things. Clockwork and Roxy needed to get some things from the store so they ran to the grocery store and Master and I hung out watching tv.

Uninvited stranger invades the bedroom [MF, oral, facefuck, married, anal, PIV, noncon, bondage, incest, MFM]

/u/Gwensaccount and I don’t know each other, apart from a chance message here on reddit. I proposed a game where we take turns in writing alternate passages of a story. This post is the start of that journey. Each time you see “… … …”, we change writers.

Neither of us knows where it’s going or how long it will last.

It’s clearly not “top shelf” erotic fiction, but we’re enjoying ourselves and we hope that you enjoy it too.

…. … …

You were sound asleep, alone in the house. It’s a warm spring evening. Warmer that usual. A creak on the floorboard outside the door wakes you up.

At least you think you’re awake. You’re not really sure. It’s that half awake, half asleep feeling. But you hear it again. Creak. It sounds like someone is taking tentative steps towards the door.

You really are awake now, but you don’t want the person to know. You reach for your phone and sneak it under the covers to check the time. 3.09am. But wait, what’s that? There’s a text from an unknown number that simply says “I’ll be there soon”. It was sent at 2.41am.

[FM] Cheating on my boyfriend again

This is a continuation of the story of the first time I ever cheated about 15 years ago. https://www.reddit.com/r/SluttyConfessions/comments/af3s7w/the_first_time_i_cheated_on_my_boyfriend/?st=JQWM84UA&sh=e50399a1

After my one night stand with Jim I didn’t hear from him for months until my boyfriend brought him over to our apartment. They were working out together and had went running together that morning. When I saw him my heart raced. My boyfriend introduced us and we played it cool saying we remembered each other from some work event.

My boyfriend excused himself to take a shower and I got beverages for the guys. When we were alone Jim told me to relax and that my boyfriend had no idea what happened. I was relieved to hear that he kept it a secret and I told him that I wanted to do it again.

Jim was very happy to hear that and gave me his phone number. I told him that phones wouldn’t work because my boyfriend has access to my phone and would find out what was going on. Jim thought for a minute and then gave me his email address and told me to create a secret email just for communicating with him.

[MF] The time i was late…BBW (Bit of a long one) Written for the ladies.

**I must start this story off with an explanation. One this was written predominantly for women, from a males perspective on our thought processes around sex. Two, for those who really do appreciate BBW’s.**

We had made arrangements to meet at her place. For whatever reason, i was late. It was around an hour plus from mine to hers, I think i over estimated the time it would take me to get to her place. I knew i was going to be in shit when i got there. She had a minor go at me, telling me how me coming late had ruined the amount of time we had together for this evening. Explaining by time we’ve eaten we wouldn’t be able to wind-down and chill. To be fair she had a meal planned; some bbq place, but as i was late we could no longer go.

(Bi) (mmf) How I met Billy and Lindsey pt4

She didn’t know when it became official but after spending a lot of time together they were dating. But their relationship was sexless. Billy kept saying how he wanted to wait till they got married. They were dating for 8 years. And true to her word, Lindsay was very faithful to Billy. She stopped prostituting and became the woman behind Billy’s rising military career. But than the Panama war started and Billy was to be deployed. So the day before he shipped off they got married. They didn’t even have sex on their wedding day. He just went to war. Lindsay knew he was gay from the very beginning, but she didn’t care. He was the only man that treated her good. But than there was another war, the first Iraq war.

A quiet Sunday drinks [Group]

On a warm Melbourne afternoon, my girlfriend Sam and I headed out with a group of her friends and their partners for a quiet Sunday afternoon catch up. We started drinking mid afternoon and had planned to be home by around 7pm to wind down after a big weekend.

It got to around 8pm and we were both pretty hammered, so were planning to head home. One of the other guys, Tom lived pretty close to the venue we were at and invited us to come around to his place for a few more drinks. Tom had just started dating one of Sam’s friends Veronica and seemed like a pretty cool guy. I was pretty keen to head home but Sam was super keen to go along for a little bit.

Six of us headed to Tom’s place, which was located on level 12 of an apartment building with a nice view out across the bay. The other couple that came back stayed for around an hour before taking off leaving Sam, Tom, Veronica and I.