The Day I met yourhusband

The best whores are like you who need dominant men like me. You are always horny and your engorged pussy always.hungry to be used and fucked.

The weak fool you married probably likes big tits but has never really owned and enjoyed them. Just give me your address and I won’t show up like a coward in the night. I will knock on your door and if you answer I will call your husband to the door and look him in the eyes and say “Im here to fuck a whore”

You will realize suddenly who I am. You regret instantly that you gave me your address. But your first orgasm is not long away. I clench my teeth and I grab your husband by his neck and calmly tell him to not say a word or I will beat him unconscious but that if he plays it right he might find a secret or two out about his bitch wife.

He opens his mouth and says “Im sorry” , doesn’t he say that often? How could he apologize? I tell him to sit and he does. I turn my attention to you.

Classroom Fuck-Circus [Mind-Control][Anal Toys][Free Use][Orgy][Humiliation]

In my senior year of high school, I stupidly enrolled in a “Writing the Essay” college prep course. The class was comprised of four guys, counting myself, and six girls, all of us seniors. Our teacher, Mrs. Floyd, droned on wearing a stupid grin about what to expect our freshman year and how important these skills would be. I paid a third of attention, my focus divided between ogling at my female classmates and tinkering at a certain device under my desk.

My step-father worked at the NSA, and always kept his work squirreled away upstairs. By happenstance, I went to look for a pen in his office and stumbled across documents pertaining to radical sound research. I took a picture of the papers on my phone and disappeared into my room. The analytics described a device that could subliminally message a massive group of people. Using my relatively strong computer skills, I devised a smaller device that would work on a select group of people, say ten, but with greater effects.

A [M]arried Man’s Confession: MILF [F] Katie Lures Me to a Park, And I Lure Her (again) into a Motel

Here is the second of my confessions on my times with Katie, a sweet MILF I met on craigslist and had a long and raucous affair with. As I reported in my first post on her, she was conflicted in ways I only came to understand later. As a married man in a mostly dead-bedroom relationship with my good-hearted friend-of-a-wife of 30 years, I craved sensuality but did not want to change my circumstance. When Katie responded to the the ad I had placed on craigslist looking for a married woman for a long-term affair, I thought my hopes had been answered. She was 15 years younger than me, a mother of two and married to a university professor. She came from a highly educated east coast family, was herself a poet and blogger, and had keen artistic sensibilities and school-girl’s taste for doing naughty things — like fucking me in seedy motels. She craved experience for its own sake and for the literary material it provided.

My engaged friend is getting sluttier and cockier (part 3) [MF]

Acquaint yourself with Sarah and I. [Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/hrluth/my_first_time_with_my_friend_who_had_a_fiance_mf/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x) and [Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/huivv9/my_adventures_with_an_engaged_friend_part_2_mf/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x). I also write about Sam and I, [My adventures with Sam](https://www.reddit.com/r/sexstories/comments/hm6ifj/the_first_time_i_fucked_my_longterm_friend/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x)

~~Long post~~

Halfway through the trip Sarah had given me a blowjob and we had fucked twice. I was very single at the time, so I was constantly in a flirty mood. I had some chemistry with two other girls who came on this trip with us. But, something happened at the halfway mark which turned it into a more exciting vacation.

Midpoint of vacation: I got my cereal and beer, walked out to the deck and sat in peace. Sarah and I had not done anything in the past day or two. No change in her behavior, just for the past two days, she didn’t come to my room, I didn’t find her downstairs at night or anything (I lurked a bit). But like every morning, this day too she came and sat beside me with her breakfast. Only today it wasn’t as peaceful. We heard a lot of commotion and yelling and laughter. I got annoyed and got up ready to ask someone to shut the fuck up, but as soon as I saw who was causing the noise, I just came back smiling and sat in my chair. Sarah asked who it was and I just said, “Its fine…” she got up and looked around. Came back towards me and slapped my shoulder. “I hate you…” she said sarcastically. About 6-7 sorority girls had arrived in the villa right next to ours. One of our friends happened to be in the same sorority as the girls next door (different chapter). The rest of the morning I had a smile on me, Sarah at one point asked, “Can you not be this happy?”

Networking, Part 5 [MF, Cons, Romantic, Gentle Dom, Gentle Bond, Switch, Oral]

Networking Part [I](https://www.reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/hgsk78/networking_part_i_f_sexual_tension/), [II](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/hgb7wx/networking_part_ii_mf/), and [III](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/hn9i6v/networking_part_iii_mf_cons/) and [IV](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/hpb6sb/networking_part_iv_mf_cons_oral/)

Mia turned to Julian. She was glowing from her orgasm, hair curled and stuck to the back of her nape, cheeks flushed. They pressed their foreheads together.

“Should we take a breather?” Julian whispered, but before he even finished his sentence, Mia’s fingers were wrapped around his shaft. She’d never had this much stamina before, but damn with a man this calibre in her bed she couldn’t keep her hands off him. Mia responded, “I don’t want to take a break, but I think I might have to.”

Julian raised an eyebrow at Mia – he had an idea.

“Do you trust me?” he asked with a new excitement in his voice.

Mia slowed down her strokes on his cock. “Yes” she replied, sincerely but unsure of what she’d just committed to.

[MF] Getting rimmed in Vegas

So a few years back the company I used to work for decided to have their national meeting in Vegas. The meeting was in January during the middle of the week so it wasn’t convenient to bring spouses or SO’s. I told my now-ex about it and she said couldn’t get away from her job. Considering that things between us weren’t going well, I really didn’t want her to come with me anyway.

At the time, I had just reconnected with a female classmate (“Katie” via Facebook who lived about two hours away in a different part of Southern California. We had been having quick bang sessions at her place with whenever I had meetings in her area for a few months. I had told Katie initially when we reconnected that I was in a LTR but she said that she didn’t care as she only wanted sex and not a relationship. She was a sales rep and had a pretty flexible schedule so I reached out to her to see if she wanted to drive out to Vegas with me for the two-nights since I had a free room. She immediately said yes so I picked her up and we drove out to Vegas.

I [F] fucked my roommate [F] with a strap-on to help her get over her boyfriend [FF]

When I got out of college, I moved to a different city and moved in with a girl I had never met, Amelia. She was a friend of an acquaintance who posted a roommate-wanted Facebook post and my acquaintance tagged me in it and it worked out. We ended up getting pretty close. We would wait for each other to watch movies and TV shows, cook together, and have part of the fridge for shared food, never had to worry about chores.

She also went over to her boyfriend’s house often at first, which was nice. It gave me plenty of opportunities to bring home various guys or girls I was meeting on Tinder at the time. Right before moving in with her, I had a breakup with my girlfriend of a year and a half, so I was feeling particularly sexually free and liberated. I liked that she didn’t mind how sexual and promiscuous I was. I could even flirt with her a little without it bothering her. We were becoming good friends. This is the story of how I fucked her with a strap-on.

Lonely guy finally gives in and hires a professional..

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Picture this:

You get home after a long days work. You have a nice life, but you’re lonely. You’re funny, decent looking, have a steady job and place, but for some reason, you’re still single! You haven’t PROPERLY blown your load in ages. Your buddies joke that you should hire someone. And for some reason, tonight, you really give it some thought.

You jump on your phone and start digging. You’re picky, and you don’t settle. After a few hours of searching for the perfect one, you find me. 5’3”, curvy, but toned, cropped chestnut hair, tattoos that accentuate all her sexiest bits… she’s the one.

You send me a text and I happen to have an opening. You’re exhilarated. Your palms are cold and clammy. Your breath is short. You jump in the shower and scrub every inch.

*one hour later*

You hear a gentle tap at the door. You take a deep breath, and start for the door. When you open the door, everything immediately rushes to your cock. You feel faint. I’m wearing a silky navy robe. I smile, with a certain look in my eyes. Like how a snake sizes up it’s prey. You gulp, “h-hey. Come in!”

Stepmom making me cum — [Fm] [incest] [oral] [groping, fondling, and handjobs] [poem] [short]

I shoot the last basket

And everyone cheers.

We won! We did it!

We are the victors!

.

We gather to celebrate

My team hollers and jumps

I’m exhausted and happy

High fives, fist bumps

.

Coach shakes my hand

While my father embraces

His new wife smiles on

A sparkle in her gazes

.

I’m relieved from the pressure

Of needing a win but doubting

The after party, I’m there but halfway

Quick to go home, get relaxing

.

I’m beat up eaten up

And all of dog-tired,

A long hot soothing shower

And then I’ll expire

.

The steam billows and clouds,

Fills the air, fogs the mirror.

Someone knocks on the door

My blonde step-mom’s standing there.

.

“Hey, I’m naked,” I tell her,

“And you’re letting my heat out.”

She closes the door, turns and says,

“There’s no need to shout.

.

“You were the star of the game,

Your opponents you sent to the floor,

You’re not going to tell your parents about our little arrangement are you? (Mf)

The sun beats down through the window onto the kitchen table as I try to focus on revision. It is a sweltering day. Probably 105 fahrenheit, maybe more. Impossible weather for focusing…on anything.

My parents are out for the day, down at the country club, dad is probably playing golf again, battling it out with Pete Tannerman, an age-old rivalry over contracts for the city. Mum, probably chatting with Fran Parker, the head hen, the boss of the little clique of super high net worth women she always wanted to penetrate but couldn’t quite make it in. It all made me a bit ill, the shallowness of it all. I didn’t want any part of that world.

I try to dive back into the books and scanning through the passages of academic text but my mind wanders every few seconds consumed by thoughts of what else I could be doing on such a blistering day.

3.50pm. I can’t concentrate at all, my heart isn’t in it. There has to be something else to do.