Stripping At Parties (Part 3) [M]

**Stripping at Sally’s house**

Okay so Sally had a house party in her house one evening. At this stage a fair few people knew about my naked habits. There was one girl in particular that I told about my nude walks we shall called Priscilla. She was totally cool with it and wanted to encourage me but would not come with me on a walk, even if that meant she was clothed.

Anyway Priscilla was attending this party and as the night worn on, we both were up dancing. It was a small room so there wasn’t much space. She then put on a song and challenged me to a strip off. The thing is I’m not sure the guys heard that part but I’ll get to it in a minute.

I obviously took up on it, so we both began to strip. I had items on than her so soon I was in my underwear and jeans (I was barefoot this time). While she had bra, panties and stockings still on.

Coming with HR [MFF] [Oral]

Rumors started spreading around the office like wildfire since Jan, Human Resources Manager, was fired without any inclination nor knowledge she had done anything to warrant such an action. The news came down from Greg, the Vice President, in an email that was sent in a matter of hours after his meeting with Jan and the director. She had come out of the meeting with her mascara running down her face and hurriedly slammed the door behind her as she entered her office. Approximately an hour later, security showed up to escort Jan out of the building with her box of belongings nestled carefully under her arm. The hushed conversations erupted as everyone, including myself, tried to discern from the email and rumor mill, what exactly happened. No one seemed to have any idea and the rumors were bogus and creative to say the least. It’s not every day, an HR manager, is fired on the spot without a shred of knowledge of wrong doing had occurred. The company was quite well off and so downsizing couldn’t have been the trigger for the firing. Curiosity overwhelmed the office that day and nothing seemed to get done. The life in an office environment could be taxing at times, but the drama that is prevalent, keeps the job interesting.

[MMF] Sex with boyfriend goes wrong (right)

Its been several days since i finally told my boyfriend about my fantasy about me being dominated. I was thrilled because we were gonna do it today.

We were in his apartment. We were alone. He lives with his friends but they were out. I was so turned on when he tied me to his bed to a doggy-position, but i didnt show it to him. I tried to crawl away. I begged him to let me go.  My both hands and feet were tied and i couldnt move.

He puts it in and starts fucking me. “No, please not this way”, i beg. I try to get off from the ties. “Theres nothing you can do”, he says. And i knew its true. So hot.

Then it happens. Someone bursts into the room. The door wasnt locked. Fuck. He comes to the bed and i recognice him. Its one of my boyfriends buddys. My boyfriend stops fucking me and yells “what the fuck man?” He just stares at me, at my little asshole, and i cant do anything. I cant move or cover myself. I feel shamed.
My boyfriend just attacks him and punches him in the face. They fight on the floor.

The Neighborhood: Part 13 [MF][Handjob][Exh][Mast][Mdom][Oral][Sex][MC][SciFi]

**Note:** This is going to be it for a little while. I’ll be on vacation for a bit, and writing trashy erotica is typically what I do in lieu of vacation, so… Anyhow, more will come, it’ll likely be a trickle, at best, through the rest of the year.

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**Chapter 28: Kristie Comes on Board**

Back at his office, still feeling frustrated, Colin buzzed in Natalie. She walked over and stood in front of his desk, pad and pen ready.

“None of that.” Colin said. “I want to talk about your training.”

“Um, yes, sir?” She prompted him.

“First, why don’t you take off your clothes.”

“Of course, sir.” Natalie didn’t hesitate, but she never looked thrilled about it. He would have to check her responses in the system, maybe amp up her arousal. She carefully folded her blouse, jacket, and skirt, and set them on the couch at the side of the room. She stood in front of him in some of her newer lingerie, tan thigh highs, the rest still fairly conservative—he couldn’t see if she waxed or not—but she was really emphasizing her breasts, which suited him fine. Her nipples were hard behind the lacy fabric, though he couldn’t see them. Colin wanted to tell her to start wearing something a little more revealing—he had told her to, in fact—but she was interpreting the word ‘revealing’ on her own terms.

I fucked my fellow research assistant [FM]

To begin, let it be known that I am a 21F with an athletic, curvier body that I’m only now really coming in to – long black hair, blue eyes, 34D, and an okay ass. I’ve always been very focused on school, which has given me little time to focus on boys, but I’ve always admired them. Now I worked as a research assistant for almost 6 months before I met “the guy”. Let’s call him Marc.

Marc was a graduate assistant. He came into the room when I was cleaning out a few graduated cylinders. He walked in with baby blue scrubs on and dark hair which curled just a little on the top. I was wearing a short black dress with white flowers and my white lab coat. As he walked in to use the Bunsen burner, we locked eyes and there was instant chemistry – the kind where we were undressing each other with our eyes. He teased me, saying things like “what are you doing in my lab?” and going straight to asking questions about my future, what I wanted to be, and how smart I must be to have gotten a laboratory job so young. It turns out he also had working in the same laboratory for about a year but had a girlfriend, so usually did his tasks around her schedule (which meant not when I was there). I learned that he was an ex-college athlete, with strong arms and a chiseled jaw, adorned with a clean, full beard. He was incredibly intelligent: every thought he shared with me was incredibly calculated and original. Marc was alluring. The only thing he didn’t share was what he thought about me.

[FM] I am his prey

Background: I’ve been having the best sex of my life since I started dating this guy 7 months ago. It’s so good that I can hardly stay on track with my real goals in life, lol. We just fucked and as soon as I got home I wrote this in a matter of 20 minutes. It is essentially an account of what our sex feels like in my mind. I’m not sure if I should show him or let it remain unspoken between us…so I’m posting it here.

I have always been fascinated by the stories about characters tricking other characters to catch and eat them. I remember enjoying those stories as little as 4 years old. Examples include the Wolf in Sheep’s Clothing, Hansel and Gretle, and Little Red Riding hood. I did not know these were sexual feelings, but I felt an excitement in the pit of my stomach when I read these. I felt an awareness to the vulnerability of my own belly and thighs, and thought about what it would feel like if someone wanted to eat me.

RUMPILINGUS:

Your ass tries to retreat from my pilgrimage, but the attempt is futile. Really, how could you attempt to do such a thing? Don’t you know I’m THE MOUTH MAN, and there is no other? I’m the LONE WOLF, and I nip the back of hinies like canines do. My long tongue fits into every nook and cranny of a woman’s posterior. My tongue was made for licking and a whole lot of sticking. I’m THE BOTTOM FEEDER, literally. Nothing gets my day started like latching onto a woman’s pussy and ass to provide a soothing mood to get her ready for the hectic, oncoming bouts with life.

And you, my dear, are the lucky contestant today. You have hit the RUMPILINGUS jackpot, so all day long you will be rewarded oral sex–I mean, a multitude of the spine-tingling madness. Get your body ready for this twisted shit; there’s no piece of your nether region that won’t be off the menu for my embracing. Settle in; we’re in pussy-and-ass-eating class. There’s no belting out unless you raise your hand. This is my game, remember you’re a contestant in it. Take my evil doings to your raunchy fanny quietly. Can you do that? No, you can’t! You’re already shaking the room with the rumbling of your kinky voice.

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A Milky Dream Came True [lactation] [domination] [vanilla] [married] [fantasy]

A Milky Dream Came True

Another long day comes to a conclusion as I vacate the office in a hurry with the clock striking 5. I hop up in my truck and drive home for the 45 minute trip back into the suburbs bordering the countryside. I turn the wheel into the driveway, shut the engine off, and jump out. Hiking my way up to the door, I unlock it and make my way in, shutting the door with a thud sounding through the living room.

Sitting in front of me a few feet away is a woman. Her toned, Latin skin glowing through a mesh underwear set leaving little to the imagination. Her legs spread out some as she sits on the couch with the ottoman to support her feet. Her arms reach out over top of the couch graced by her curly, black hair with a ring on one hand marking what is mine. She looks incredibly sexy in her toned skin and lean, all natural figure. Not an ounce of makeup lays over an already sharp looking face with dark eyes set in them coated with a mischievous smile.

[MF] After the Happy Hour (part 2)

Thank you all for the kind words on my [last post](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9vlk9d/mf_my_goingaway_happy_hour_led_to_me_fucking_a/). I could have wrote more but my first post was already pretty long. It felt good to write it all down. I was feeling hesitant to post it since it was so personal.

Since Sarah and I really didn’t see each other at work anymore, there wasn’t much of opportunity for awkwardness. And the neighborhood is rather large so it’s easy not to see someone unless they are right in your block.

I had thought a lot about that night. In fact, I had to change the sheets and wash the comforter because of just how messy they got. Going back to that memory brought a smile to my face and even made me a little hard.

I thought about the clingy black dress she wore and the black lace panties she wore underneath it. The fact she didn’t wear a bra that night, how I came inside her not once but twice. I also couldn’t stop thinking about her fantasy of wanting to be my wife. It didn’t really bother me that night. It fucking turned her on but it just felt a bit weird to me. I decided that wasn’t going to dwell too much on it and if she brought up again, I’d ask her more about it.