Chapter 2: First Encounters, Continued [MM]

Chapter 1 of this story can be found [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/uo2kcz/chapter_1_first_encounters_mm/). It’s a long intro, but sets up a lot of stuff that may give insight into why my reactions to certain situations in this story are the way they are.

This second part of the story begins as all good stories should; me lying naked on a sofabed in a strangers living room, covered in my own cum.

Odd time to be reflective, but I wasn’t really doing much else as Rick nipped off to fetch some tissues and possibly a mop. The lights were still off and the only illumination in the room was the TV. I think it was the Big Brother live feed. I looked down at myself and noticed the way that my jizz reflected the bluish light. I may have been in slight shock (or more likely still a bit drunk), because I was mesmerized by it. There was SO MUCH of it. Also my cock (which is circumcised, don’t think I mentioned that previously) was still covered in lube, and was also shining like the most inappropriate lightsaber ever to exist. I was also still quite hard. It’s always been the case with me (and still is to this day) that I don’t ‘deflate’ very quickly after orgasm.

[M]y best [f]riend and I finally had sex after almost a year of sexting and it was the best sex of our lives – Part 3.

[Part one](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/up2itw/my_best_friend_and_i_finally_had_sex_after_almost/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)

[Part two](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/upbxwe/my_best_friend_and_i_finally_had_sex_after_almost/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)

She did not indeed blow me first thing in the morning. We both slept in, and I woke up a few minutes before her. Apart from the sex, we were still friends meeting each other after almost two and a half years and had actual plans in the city. We had No Way Home to watch, hot-wings-related-bets to settle and some light shopping to do for my parents. So, we decided to do that, and look for a pharmacy with the morning after pill, after our little incident last time. We definitely did make out a little right before we left, but nothing beyond that.

Not to get too topical, but while my government doesn’t bother itself too much with laws on abortion and contraceptives, the stigma on pre-marital sex is still pretty common. And I’ve heard countless stories from friends who’ve been turned down or straight-up slut shamed for looking ‘the type’ and asking for the pill. I’m not too confrontational and was dreading any that might be coming our way.

33F Aches to be Anal Slave for 34M

Unorganized night thinks….
**and before you ask, because I know it’s coming… I know what a sybian is because it was in this sex/horror movie on Netflix called Cam**
I can’t sleep. I keep having racy thoughts and I’m craving you so bad. Thinking about your cock jammed down my throat while I’m squatting down, my legs splayed to expose my throbbing pussy. Thinking about how much you’d love to see me swipe some of the good spit sloshing in and out of my mouth with each thrust of your cock and spread it on my clit, making myself even wetter. Thinking about that fire in your eyes when I start fingering myself, my moans barely audible over the sounds of me choking on your rock hard dick. I imagine you’ve strapped me to a sybian. You secure my hands behind my back, grab a fistful of my hair and guide my sticky wet mouth back where it belongs, lapping hungrily at your balls and deepthroating your shaft. I start sucking you faster, harder; you turn the sybian up to match my tempo. Tears stream down my cheeks as you begin full on fucking my face, gripping the back of my head to keep me in rhythm. I cum hard all over the machine as you bust deep in my throat, pulling out to lay the final drips across my lips, blessing me with a taste of your well earned load. My muscles relax as you loose my restraints, then just as quickly return to tension as I realize you’re not thru with me yet. You secure my hands in front of me this time. The new restraints force my head low to the ground, exposing my tight little asshole. You know I wouldn’t be down but you can’t help yourself, and you’re the boss after all. Overtaken by desire, you crank the sybian up to full power. I scream out in ecstasy, spraying my sweet hot cum all over the machine. At this exact moment you see your opportunity and plunge your cock deep into my asshole. I brace against the pain and yell out in protest, but as the machine pulsing between my legs sends wave after wave of pleasure through my body, I find myself overcome by your audacity. I crave to feel you filling me up with your thick and creamy cum. I beg for it! “Fuck me. Please! Please fill me up! Fill all my holes!! Oh, oh, unhhhhhh!” My body, convulsing against the sybian now, pushes you out. My hands still restrained in front of me, I feel you grab a cheek in each of your hands and spread them apart. You gaze into my asshole and pussy, still throbbing from the pleasure you provided it, cum oozing from both holes. You wipe me down, caressing my breasts sweetly as you move down my body, tidying up the messes you made as you go. I stare up into your eyes as you release me from my restraints. I hope we’ll go again but you have work so it’s back to the cage I go. You attach a leash to a collar fastened around my neck. It reads “good girl.” I follow your lead on all fours, happily poking my ass as high into the air as it can go, flashing my pussy for you, beckoning you to keep me loose. Alas, you lead me back into my cage, and it is here I will wait, aching for you to use me again.
You’d think a thought like that would be enough to satisfy me but then I start thinking about being locked up in that cage, waiting for you to return. I think about how my time in your sex dungeon would probably make me privy to your high tech security system you’d most certainly have to have to keep me in place. I think about how I’d angle my pussy against the bars of my cage and stroke it up and down for you to see. I imagine my fingers slipping in and out of my dripping wet slit and how the sloshing sound it makes both disgusts me and turns me on at the same time. I think about you watching me on some monitor and stroking your cock. I think about you finally coming back to play with me and getting all excited to be your little fucktoy again, only to receive some well-deserved spanking for playing with YOUR pussy without permission. I picture you strapping me into that spreader thing you bought that we’ve never even tried, and whipping me with the riding crop until I’ve apologized sufficiently for my transgressions. I can see the puffy red welts forming across my ass cheeks, feel the hot sting of their kiss. I want you to use me again. You make me beg. “Please.”
-Please what?
“Let me be a good girl”
-How will you do that?
“My body is yours to use as you like. I will submit to you fully”
I think about the twisted grin spreading across your face as you dream of all the things I’ll do for you.
I think about a different scenario where I’m free to wander about while you’re at work but you’ll frequently send me tasks to complete. Maybe you want me to send you nudes. Maybe you demand I send you a public masturbation video, or you tell me to meet you in a public restroom to please you thru a glory hole.
I think about all the freaky fantasies I have that can’t be fulfilled right now and I feel a trickle of pussy juice dribble down my lips. I feel my nipples harden against my shirt. I imagine my hands are yours and I give them a little tug. I pinch them with increasing pressure, wincing at my self-induced pain. I trace my fingers along each side of this fat ass kitty, wishing my dumb ass period wasn’t on so I could slide onto your dick and ride it into euphoria.
I look for porn videos to give me inspiration to make videos for you. I fantasize about putting clips together and sending them to you throughout the day. I think about wearing the Lush remote control vibrator and being at your mercy while I try to do every day things like clean the house, check the mail, or grocery shop. I think about how desperately I want to rip my pants off and start rubbing my clit until I cum so loud that it wakes you up, and then you flip me over and fuck me fast and hard until my pussy is spitting your cum back out.
I’m so horny right now it fucking hurts.
**I don’t know why I was so crazed last night. Whatever the reason was, I just wanted to jot down my thoughts and share them with you because you’re a freaky nasty too and I know you like that shit 💋

Having Sex with a Hotwife Part 2

Please see Having Sex a Hotwife for more info about Kate and Ron. Ron wanted me to go out on an actual “date” with Kate. Ron arranged the details. I met Kate at a restaurant about 45 minutes from me. I was wearing a white button down shirt with beige/blue pinstripes. She was wearing a black floral sundress. It was unlikely we would run into anyone we know because the restaurant wasn’t that close to either one of us. Also many of the restaurant patrons were people staying at nearby hotels. However if we did see someone one of us knew, we would lie.

We would say we were former teammates on a co-ed softball team and had reconnected on Facebook.

We had a pleasant conversation about sex and other topics during dinner. Kate took off her shoes, extended her leg under table, and rubbed my penis thru my pants with her foot. Kate said “You are already starting to get hard.” We went to a nearby hotel after dinner was over. Kate kissed me for at least 10 minutes when we arrived in our hotel room. We removed our clothes. I softly caressed and sucked her breasts. Then Kate face-timed Ron. She gave me a hand job while she was talking to him.

[MF] It’s always the ones you expect the least

A few weeks ago I was playing around on, you guessed it, Whisper. I saw a post about how it was a nice day and how she wished she had someone to go for a walk with. So I replied. We met up after work. I picked her up at her house and we went to a park nearby.

She’s 21. A skinny, nerdy white girl with a big nose who plays Animal Crossing. I can tell she’s got nice tits but she doesn’t really put them out there. We just hung out, she mentioned that a lot of guys just ask for nudes. I assumed she was somewhat of a square. Nice enough girl though. I dropped her off, thinking that she has a nice body but is probably a virgin and I don’t really want that. Because although I’m a dirty fuck I think your first time should be with someone that matters to you.

So a week or so goes by, we don’t text or anything, I reply to a snap she put up and we get to chatting. I had moved in the interim, I sent her some pictures of the new apartment. She says she would like to be snuggled in bed with me. I suggest that if she was there would probably be sex. She says she’s okay with that.

[M]y [F]iance and I just had the best sex we’ve ever had.

I’m on mobile so apologies if there are any formatting issues!

To cut a long story short, my fiancé and I have had a rocky sexual-side to our relationship ever since we first met. Personally, I have an extremely high sex drive and would happily have sex with her more than a few times per day. From her perspective, once a week/fortnight is fine. Which has caused real turmoil in our relationship in the past.

I also have a few trust issues due to past relationships so this lead to me thinking she was cheating/not attracted to me. I had voiced my concerns and she stated that for some reason she just has a low sex drive and she 100% is still attracted to me and loves me with all her heart. She seemed to think it was due to her contraceptive pill, so she switched.

Since the switch, things have been largely different in the bedroom. We have introduced vibrators, dildos, clitoral stim, anal play, restraints, you name it. But again, the frequency that we have sex was exactly the same, maybe twice a month.

Wine tasting Pt. 2 [MF, public, oral, insertion, control]

Part 1 here:

https://www.reddit.com/user/Carbonmonoxidehands/comments/unt71d/wine_tasting_pt_1_mf_public_control/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf

She felt her wetness drip down her thigh during the short drive to the next winery. This time he made her pull down the spaghetti straps of the almost non-existent sundress and expose her breasts. The sun and the mix of her excitement and embarrassment put a red flush across the pale alabaster of her chest. Her pink nipples stiffened, and darkened a shade.

They pulled into a parking lot, filled with party buses. She tried to lift her dress up to cover herself and he slapped her hands. She flushed even harder as she knew a bus load of young men and women saw her half naked body. She was so wet thinking about how she would would soon be wine tasting with them.

Inside this winery, she could feel the eyes on her. A young man nudged his friend and pointed in she direction. She felt the wetness dripping down her thigh. She was worried it would soon be below her hemline. He told her to wait in a armchair near the bar and he came back with a bottle of wine and two glasses. He sat opposite her in another chair, a low table between them.

I let a reddit guy fuck me in the ass and I licked his asshole [cnc] [NB] & [M]

*NOTE: Just because the idea of something turns me on doesn’t mean I wanted it to happen or that I want it to happen again. If you pull something like this I will not see you again. If you think suggesting <something I rationally do not want but find hot> will entice me to fuck you, no. Just no. I can see through you and it’s not a good look.*

I think I was going through a sort of manic casual sex phase in March and April. I hooked up with 7 redditors in the span of a month. It was just so easy. And it was a huge ego boost, having these people saying I was the hottest thing ever and how lucky they were to get to dick me down.

Until Bolot. Honestly, Bolot almost put me off casual sex with men for good. (I lasted 11 days.)

I was feeling very horny one night and unsatisfactorily fucking myself with a dildo so I went through my reddit chats and responded to a message from a few weeks ago. Bolot had responded to an r4r post I’d made, I’d replied saying I was now busy but I might contact him later, and he then asked about my kinks. So I replied, 3 weeks later: ‘i want to be used and told what to do’ along with a photo my boyfriend had taken of me, bent over, awaiting a spanking.

Speed (1994)

Lately I’ve been edging like never before in my life. Pretty much every free moment in my days has been filled for weeks by different types of activities that drive me close to the edge again and again. Edging with my hands, sounding my cock, taping a vibrator to it, prostate stimulation via anal play, humping anything soft that is in my path… You name it, I’m probably doing it. Moments that I used to use to watch movies or shows are now used to watch porn. Reading books has been replaced by reading all your posts and other subreddits or Tumblrs. Playing videogames? Now I play with my sore cock. I wake up in the middle of the night feeling horny and confused as to why I feel the need to squeeze my cock and balls. I feel that I spend all my days almost in a lust fueled trance, even when I’m asleep.

As much as I absolutely love this state of constant lust, pain and self pleasure, I must admit that I didn’t start it by choice. Let me tell you how it started:

Apartment 303 – Chapter 19: Apartment 303 [MFFF]

*Author’s Note: The Grand Finale! Enjoy!*

**- Chapter 19: Apartment 303 -**

Saturday morning had come and gone before I finally reopened the *Apartment 303* chat thread. My phone had buzzed mid-morning with a new message notification, but I had ignored it, left my phone at home, and went to the gym. I’d needed to burn off plenty of energy before I could face the rest of my day.

Not having my phone to listen to music with at the gym my mind focused on digesting all the information revealed in the ladies’ text exchange. I’d read through the entire thing so many times the night before I could recite it all by memory. Many glasses of whiskey was the only thing that shut my mind and body down for the night. I stank like a dive bar as a rode the stationary bike, the whiskey sweating out of my pores. Thankfully, not many college students used the gym at 10am on a Saturday morning.