Like a good slut, I made him cum during his meeting [FM]

I came home early after work and my man, who’s been working from home, was just prepping for his final online meeting for the day. He had mentioned it a few times in the past week so I knew it was a big one for the company. His brows were furrowed and the impatient sighs punctuating the long silences told me everything I needed. He needed some stress relief and my inner slut was more than happy to oblige.

Changing out of my work uniform until I was just left in my bra and panties, I made my way over to his desk. He didn’t glance up until I had climbed into his lap, perching just so that my ass was positioned right above his cock. Only then did he shift his eyes up to meet my teasing expression. I watched as the hint of lust and want in his eyes grew as his gaze travelled down the contours of my body, and his cock twitched against my ass.

Dancing Queen

=== ***Queen*** ===

It’s a good job. It’s an unconventional job, but it’s a good job.

Stripping has its perks, that’s for sure. The club that I go to pays a lot, and it’s in the better part of town so the clientele is pretty good. And safe, that’s for sure.

Now, the club has a VIP room. For the people that wants to go there, they have to produce several forms stating that they’re clean. The test needs to be finished the day of their visit. This is pretty much how the club gets their money, from the dancers having sex with the VIPs. To their credit, the club screens the VIPs and usually only the rich folks gets through.

I’m half-white and half-black. For the most part, I’m pretty light skinned for a mixed race girl. I can practically pass for a white girl if I’m being honest, but I’m proud of both sides of my racial identity. I have nice, smooth light caramel skin and curly, light brown hair. My body, however, Is something I seem to have gotten from my mom. I have thick thighs and ass, a thin waist, and big tits. My facial features could be confused for someone with Caucasian features, and I have bright blue eyes to boot. My hair is the only thing that is a sign of my biracial feature, but even then it’s kind of hard to believe I’m half black.

Seducing Our Teens Chapter 01 – Dirty Incest Roleplay

I was eager to get home. Eager, but I didn’t until I finished up with the paperwork. It was a Friday evening, and like many other Fridays, I stayed back to tie up any loose ends in my company. I work as a paper pusher for a paper manufacturing business. Not glamourous, I know, but it pays for the mortgage and funds my kid’s education.

I raised my arms as high as I could and tried to pull the knot out of my lower back. My eyes went back down to the desk and settled on the photo of my family, which I look at often.

My son, Owen, was nineteen and was studying computer science in university, and my daughter, Paige, was studying to be a graphics designer.

I couldn’t help but smile as I thought of them. Paige in particular. Don’t get me wrong, I’m proud of my son. He was a little withdrawn, which concerned me as a father. At least I wouldn’t have to worry about him going out drinking and catching all sorts of diseases from unscrupulous women. God forbid he gets anyone pregnant. He’s got a good head on his shoulders, so I know he’ll do just fine with his studies. Way I see it, an old fossil like me who hasn’t quite grasped the digital age, he’s not going to have trouble finding a decent job after he graduates. That was going to be awhile yet, so in the meantime, I can keep an eye on him at home.

Seducing Our Teens Chapter 01 – Dirty Incest Roleplay

I was eager to get home. Eager, but I didn’t until I finished up with the paperwork. It was a Friday evening, and like many other Fridays, I stayed back to tie up any loose ends in my company. I work as a paper pusher for a paper manufacturing business. Not glamourous, I know, but it pays for the mortgage and funds my kid’s education.

I raised my arms as high as I could and tried to pull the knot out of my lower back. My eyes went back down to the desk and settled on the photo of my family, which I look at often.

My son, Owen, was nineteen and was studying computer science in university, and my daughter, Paige, was studying to be a graphics designer.

I couldn’t help but smile as I thought of them. Paige in particular. Don’t get me wrong, I’m proud of my son. He was a little withdrawn, which concerned me as a father. At least I wouldn’t have to worry about him going out drinking and catching all sorts of diseases from unscrupulous women. God forbid he gets anyone pregnant. He’s got a good head on his shoulders, so I know he’ll do just fine with his studies. Way I see it, an old fossil like me who hasn’t quite grasped the digital age, he’s not going to have trouble finding a decent job after he graduates. That was going to be awhile yet, so in the meantime, I can keep an eye on him at home.

How I found out my friend is a secret slut like me [FM]

One of my old work friends, Daniela, hit me up last week because she was back in my city temporarily. I hadn’t seen her for a few years after she moved out of state, so I was looking forward to seeing her so much. We both love a good party, so we made plans to go to the club on Saturday 30th for Halloween. She is super pretty, she’s Cuban, similar height to me, curly brunette hair, big brown eyes and she has an amazing figure. She’s a few years younger than me so I’m sort of like a big sister to her, but I’ve always had a bit of a girl crush on her. We talked about guys and stuff in the past, but she had no idea about the full extent of my sluttiness, and I never knew hers…

Saturday 30th rolled around and we were having a great time in the club. Daniela looked gorgeous in her all red devil outfit and honestly, she was hotter than any of the guys there. We danced with a guy who invited us over to his table, and we ended up chatting to him and his younger brother, who unfortunately wasn’t as smooth, tall, muscular or good-looking as big bro. After a few drinks, they dared us to make out with each other.

Spicy challenge [blowjob] [bondage] [switch] [doggy style] [str8] [OC]

I am an incredibly competitive person, so in sex as in day to day life. I love being the best in everything I do. Since I started having sex, I’ve held myself to high standards, wanting to be the greatest lover my boyfriend has ever had.

One day I challenged myself to make him cum all by myself. We agreed that if I failed, he’d rail me in an uncomfortable for me position, so the stakes were decently high.

I bonded his arms with my leather belt so he could use his hands to help me. Not gonna lie, he really enjoyed me taking the dominant role for once and frankly, so did I. I had him lie down naked on the bed, arms behind his head, and proceeded to tease him. I ran my tongue down his torso. Kissing gently his chest, stomach, finally I reached his hard member. I licked it with one long stroke of my tongue, from shaft to the tip.

I poured some fruity-scented lube on my hand and spread it on the cock. I relaxed my jaw and, mindful of my teeth, wrapped my mouth around it. Encouraged by his ever so slight whimper, I began to thrust my head up and down, simultaneously stroking the shaft or lightly squeezing his balls.

I (M23) met an Arab Muslim girl online (F20) and fucked her [MF]

Post Covid lockdown and I was finally moving out of my parents house for good. And at that a few hours away in an entirely different state. Due to a new job it would be my first time living alone at 23 years old . So naturally when I got to my new hometown I downloaded a few matchmaking apps to get some new friends. It didn’t take long before I matched with a arab muslim girl who had plenty of common interests as me. Her name was Nour. Now, her profile was geared towards friendship making but even with a hijab on she was absolutely stunning. She reiterated she was really only on the app for conversation and actually didn’t often talk to the opposite gender however our favorite books matched up and it was quite an uncommon book. I learned a lot about Nour the next few weeks. She was 20 still living with her parents and We had a ton of common interests. Honestly all seemed to be going too well and I eventually began to think I was getting cat fished. So about 2 weeks in I asked if she could verify herself better since her profile on the app actually wasn’t verified.

A Father’s Struggle 22 – L&M Date Night Pt 3 (fiction, family, bond, m/f, con, torture, exhib, teasing, Spying)

I can’t tell if I’m in trouble or if I’ve bitten off more than I can chew.

Maybe *chew* is the wrong word.

More like *sucked* at this particular moment.

And these two girl’s have *sucked* more out of me than I was willing to let them.

Eh who am I kidding both girl’s offered to blow me and what red blooded male turns down a blowjob from two equally gorgeous women?

None that’s who….unless you know their technique was horrible, which it wasn’t…or you know you’re gay.

But last time I checked I’m not gay and I sure as fuck am not stupid. Slow…maybe. Dense? Oh yeah. But stupid? Nope not me.

And after denying these beautiful creature’s my company for two weeks they were getting their *licks* in on good ole Max Frons as they *tried* to suck me dry as their *dessert*.

Now I sat in front of them my dick hanging out of my pants deflated with a noticeable redness to it as it had been sucked off not once but twice.

And now they want to wait a *few minutes*. A *few minutes* for what?

“Breeding” my old high school ex-girlfriend in her childhood bedroom during spring break from college [MF]

[To be abundantly clear, all descriptions of anything sexual happened when both of us were over 18. The parts where we were younger are just backstory, and nothing inappropriate will be mentioned from that timeframe. For those who don’t like backstory (which is fair), everything after is what happened in college, after = = = = is when things get sexual, and after + + + + is when actual sex begins. I trimmed some stuff, but this is my story with the most background and I hope that background is enjoyable to read even if you’re normally just here on /r/gonewildstories for the sex scenes.]

I grew up Protestant, and church and stuff like that were a big part of my childhood. So when teenaged me suddenly found himself with a girlfriend, all that pubescent testosterone was *a problem* given how repressive my family was while I was still living at home. I’m not really even kidding with the phrasing “suddenly found himself”. The situation I described in [a past story](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/s90awm/the_time_i_m_was_basically_selected_by_an/) was definitely not the first such case of a woman basically saying “mine” and then me basically being in a relationship before I realized it. Apparently genuinely caring about people while simultaneously being completely fucking oblivious to romantic advances is appealing to some people. The former I get, as that’s a key feature of the women I find attractive, but I couldn’t possibly explain why people find the latter cute.

Chris & Jackie: A Love Story P.4 [M/F]

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=== ***Chris*** ===

Jackie has been living with us for a month now and it’s the middle of summer. After that day with Ava, Dean has been avoiding me. He’s still with her, despite knowing what we did, but he barely talks to me now.

Jackie and I have been, well, just as good to each other. We haven’t heard anything from Bella and Alana, and Ava hasn’t tried anything. She rarely comes over, though, and it’s mostly just been me and Jackie.

Speaking of Jackie, she found a job at one of the big chain supermarkets and she has started looking for a fairly cheap place to stay. When Mom found out that Jackie is basically looking at one of the not-so-good part of town for an apartment, she didn’t take too kindly to that.

“No, I will not allow you to live there! Find another place in a better part of town.” She would tell her, and Jackie had no choice but to agree.

I think Mom has taken well to Jackie and I being together. She’s always seen her as a daughter ever since she and I started hanging out, and now that she’s mostly here, Mom has taken her out for shopping. In that month, Jackie’s wardrobe changed and so did her style.