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I know this isn’t going to be popular with [m]ost [f]olks. But my stepdaughter watched me jack off again.

Before anyone jumps to conclusions: she is 19, a grown adult. Me and her mother are separated. She is currently living/quarantined with me. She actually asked to live with me instead of her mother, who is not really a kind person.

The other day I posted how I saw my stepdaughter peeking in through my cracked office door right as I was mid orgasm during a fap.
I was paralyzed when I noticed her watching me. And of course I couldn’t stop the flow of jiz, so I just kept pounding my fist. She didn’t turn away until the last drop hit the towel.

Fast forward to last night. We talked about what happened. I just confronted her and asked if she like what she saw. After blushing, she admitted to thinking that it was hot. So I proceeded to ask more questions to gauge how she would respond if I asked her if she would watch me again. When I finally did ask her, she said, “why, do you want me to watch you?”

Long story short. She sat next to me while I stroked my dick.

After [Mf, spank, mast]

You always did like that part the best, though. After. When you would bury your face in the pillow and Daddy would rub the spanks away. You would still be snuffling and sobbing. “Oh, stop all that boo-hoo-hoo, young lady,” Daddy would say as he soothed your behind with gentle touches. “See? All the spanks are going away.”

“No they’re not, Daddy,” you would wail into the pillow. “They’re not.”

“Yes they are,” he would insist. “Here’s one here,” he would say as he rubbed one cheek, circling, rubbing, kneading. “Got it. See? All gone.” And sure enough, the sting would start to turn into a more gentle glow.

“There’s more, Daddy. There’s more.”

“You mean this one here?” he would say as her rubbed the other cheek. “This one?” He would circle and rub, gently massaging you. “See? All gone.” The warmth would seem to spread and intensify, even as the sharpness wore off.

“There’s more, Daddy,” you would say, almost whispering, craving more of his touches. Almost imperceptibly, your behind would flex and tremble slightly. Read more »

Christine’s First Time(s) – Part 5 [Cum-Eating, MF, Chubby, Non-Fiction]

What drew me to Christine’s profile In the first place was a pretty simple formula: she was female AND she was local AND she claimed to have an oral fetish.

The first two facts had proven true. I was hopeful for the third and if it did there would be plenty more “dates”.

I remember asking and she told me outright, “I’d love nothing more than to eat your cum.”

But I assumed at the time that meant she’d done it before…

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Well I’d brought myself to the brink while watching her finger herself – her following my orders. But what exactly should my next order be?

I said, “I am going to cum for you Christine!”

And she let out a genuine, “Oh God, sir, yes please, I’d love that.”

I want to know what she wished for, though I’d do what I wanted anyhow.

I asked, “Only question is, where do you want my cum?”

And she begged, as I knew she would, “Oh please let me taste it…” Read more »

A Competition [Mff] [oral]

It was always a shock to have one student drop by my office at the university; when two came in together, it was an occasion for celebration. Especially considering who the two students were: Kameron and Faith. They were friends, but they were also stubborn and competitive, always trying to one-up each other on homework and comments during lecture. They had both had the gall to ask how the other was doing in class at different times during the semester, neither going so far as to ask specifically about grades, but both intimating it. I have to admit, it was a pleasant change of pace to have students competing to do well, even if they were a couple of brown-nosing goody-two-shoes.

They both looked pretty today; Faith was taking advantage of the last few warm days of autumn to show off her long, tanned legs in a white sundress with a sparse floral pattern. She was wearing pink lipstick that looked almost garish, and wore her long, dark, wavy hair down to frame her narrow face and bright eyes. She’d clearly seen plenty of sun this summer; freckles stood out on the bridge of her nose and across her cheeks. She flashed a smile when she came in, revealing perfect pearly whites, always the more outgoing of the two. Read more »

The coffee table (Hot coffee is the new bedspread)[MF]

The truth is much easier to hear than living it everyday

“I can’t do this anymore ,goodbye ”

Easier to hear, easier to read at that moment but

Its the life that continues after such a kink that haunts you

The words may start fading away

But the spine chill of that loneliness crawls right up your neck , reaches your ears and rings again “good bye”

It’s a good thing Rohan Desai , my neighbor

Visits once or twice a day to check up on me .

The only time I feel grateful about this baby inside me is those sympathetic appearances of Rohan

At least that’s what I want to believe , it can’t be love as love has left my existing soul

Can’t lie though ,hormones or no hormones husband or no husband

He is a smart man , with incredible hands and a physique that compliments his tall stature and his witty glance popular of a good lawyer .

But his face tells something else Read more »

[F] Quarantine Masturbation Log for my Boyfriend

Since we can’t be together physically during this quarantine, this is the first entry in my log to record each time I masturbate using the toys you sent me.

I wake up to some thoughtful, non-sexual Whatsapp messages from you that put a smile on my face. When I look up from my phone, the first thing I see are the butt plugs on my bedside table, where you instructed me to put them days earlier after they arrived in the mail. They look like decorations but serve as a reminder before bed and in the mornings to train me for the next time we meet. Your morning text and the various pink plugs on my nightstand contribute to the throbbing feeling between my legs.

Normally, I need to get ready for University at this hour. But due to the quarantine I can attend my recorded lectures when I want. I decide to allow myself a later start getting out of bed today. I need the extra time adding your decorative gifts into my routine before cumming. As you said, I need to train my association between the feeling of the buttplug and an orgasm. Read more »

Breaking Ashley (BDSM/MASO)

It’s ridiculously hot for June. The weatherman said it was supposed to be mild today, but the Georgia sun bares down on me as I walk the dusty dirt road behind Mr. Reed’s farm. My cut off jean shorts and my bra, buried under my loose tank top, are soaked with sweat. I guess I should have tried to get a ride from someone, but that would have taken time and Mr. Reed doesn’t like it when I’m late for our meetings, especially since we have to plan them carefully so that we don’t get caught.

A lot of people know what I do and Mr. Reed, being a proper man in town, doesn’t want gossip. No one cares what poor white trash like me gets up to, but the hoity toity would have a cow if they knew I was consorting with one of their own. It was one thing to be a common whore, but the whole town knows my Pa has been selling me off for a dime since I was old enough to drive. That kind of sinfulness scares them, and Mr. Reed is a church going man. He doesn’t want his reputation tarnished by the town whore. Read more »

[MFF] Getting fucked up at my English teachers house

This happened a few years ago, a couple days after I graduated high school.

My friends and I, like most high school students, used to spend any free time we had getting fucked up. Every weekend we’d end up in somebodies basement smoking weed, drinking whatever we could raid from our parent’s liquor cabinets and maybe doing some molly or k if we could find a plug.

This night was a little different, we never partied at my friend George’s house because his dad was our English teacher, Mr. Stoner. While we were still in school Mr. Stoner was super strict, but now that we graduated he transformed into a completely different person. We all got a text from George, who was just as surprised as we were, that his dad had bought a couple 12packs of modelo and told George that he wanted to have a couple beers with us to celebrate all of us “not failing out.” We were all kinda confused, but free beer is free beer.

I guess most of my friends thought it was a joke, because when I got there it was only me, my friends Ava, Annie, and Tim and then of course George and Mr. Stoner. Read more »

Fucking My Waitress: Part IV [MF]

[Part III Here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/fpgdgl/fucking_my_waitress_after_she_madeout_with_her/)

Days like years. Years like days.

We spent July 4th together and watched the fireworks explode in the valley from a blanket in the foothills. Whiskey and PBR and we made out and then we went to her place and we fucked. I choked her hard that night. Harder than I’ve ever choked anyone. She laid under me and her tan lines had become vivid from the week she had just spent in Mexico. I moved in and out of her. “Who the fuck owns this pussy,” I whispered. She inhaled and then slowly exhaled. “Daddy does. Daddy fucking owns this pussy.” I moved my hands over her firm, little brown tits, her body sinking into the sea of sheets and lightly wrapped my fingers around her neck. She looked me in the eye and nodded and then wrapped her hand around my wrist so I could feel her start to fade and then let go. She felt so slight in my rough hands. Like I kitten or a bird. I could feel the twitch of her nerves and her heartbeat as I slowly squeezed the side of her neck. Her thighs, that had been wrapped tightly around me began to slide down my body and still I squeezed harder, my forearm tense, my cock moving faster and faster in and out of her. Read more »