[MF] Her mom asked for it.

It was going to be a very good night. My girlfriend Lisa was out of town, with her grandmother, and her mother, Lynne, had asked me to come over, to keep her company.

It wasn’t long before Lynne had confessed that she wanted to be used rough, the way she’d seen me take her daughter. It was a dark and rainy night, she was in a see-through nightgown with a frilly bra and panties, and she’d been clinging to me every time the thunder crashed. What would you have done?

We were in the afterglow of her “violation.” She was breathing heavily under me, naked and glistening with the sweat of our violent first sex, and I was holding her down by her hair, looking down into her wide eyes.

It was going to be a few minutes before I could perform again… but not THAT many minutes. It was good to be young and horny all the time, sometimes. I was going to have to find something to do to pass the time while I recovered… it was just going to take a little imagination.

The Heir of the Night Part Two [FM] [NC] [BD] [Mdom] [slave] [fantasy]

All critique welcome and thank you for reading.

The next few days went by slowly. Each day we rose at sunrise, rode until midday to eat and continued on horse until sundown. My continued escape attempt always failed and quickly grew into a sport for the bored soldiers and commander.

“Rise and shine, little lady.” Samuels’s voice whispered in my ear as he untucked us from his bedroll. The first night they tied me to a tree, but managed to cut the rope using a sharp rock. As I tried quietly to sneak out of camp, I stepped on a branch, making a slightly audible cracking sound. Within seconds the guard on duty had tackled me, using his body to pin me to the ground as the other guard fetched the commander. Since then, I had been sleeping in his bedroll with his arm firmly around my waist.

What he doesn’t know… [MF] [Cheating]

I was out of town for a business trip, and the first night stopped by this little casino to play some poker. I took my seat, and at the table was this tiny little blond, with thick hair and huge tits. Very reserved and knowledgable on how to play. I noticed she had this huge rock on her wedding finger.

I started chatting it up with the other players, and the dealer having a few laughs. The dealer asked where I was from and I explained that I was out of town, and traveled a lot for my job. A guy at the table asked if that bothered my wife. I laughed, “No, I’m single, I just haven’t been able to find a ‘good woman’.”. I then said to the dealer, “Why couldn’t I meet a quality woman playing poker?”, and he pointed to the blonde and says, “Stacy’s a good woman” she blushed and laughed.

I said, “Do you mind if I ask you a personal question?”, she reluctantly said,”Okay?”. I asked. “You’re married, right?”, “Yes, I am”.

I looked at the dealer and said, “See, there you go, all the good ones are taken”. He just smiled, and she did too. I said,

An Offer for an Officer [MFM]

I didn’t see the cruiser parked amidst the weeds in the median until we were practically on top of it. Given the circumstances, though, who could blame me? My wife, Lacey, and I had enjoyed a wonderful night out with another couple, friends of ours, getting dinner at a new Thai place in Springfield and then enjoying some live music at a bar down the street. I’d had a couple of drinks at the bar, but Lacey and her girlfriend had several, chatting over the insistent bass of the band and catching up on work gossip. She was feeling horny as soon as we’d got in the car for the thirty-minute drive home, her hand finding my crotch before I even buckled my seatbelt.

As soon as I made the highway outside the city, my fingers started searching for her sex as well. I trailed my fingers from her knee up to her hip and then back down, slipping my hand up under the white peasant skirt she’d chosen for the evening, squeezing her thick thigh. I kept moving upward in a series of squeezes until I found a pair of lacy panties already damp with want. She let out a low satisfied groan as I started to stroke her through the thin fabric.

[FM] Unexpected first time anal with another Tinder match

Hello again gonewildstories! I’ve been enjoying my slutty side maybe more than usual lately and figured I should check in here again. For those who have seen my other stories, things with the the older guy Andy fizzled out after a second time seeing him, and of course Jake still lives on the other side of the country. We still text (sext) every so often though.

When I met Jake, though, I realized that when I wanted sex, I could just go on the apps and ask for it right off the bat when talking to someone and it would work. No time wasted making small talk. So that is what I’ve been doing. I also made a post of /dirtyr4r and met up with the guy, and unfortunately, long story short, it sucked… so it’s really too bad I couldn’t write a reddit story about that!

[MF] The tallest woman I’ve ever hooked up with

I enjoy a good house party. I’ll generally take a house party over a trip to the club or a bar any day of the week. Show up with a small amount of alcohol, enjoy yourself in a relatively (if you know the people well) safe environment, and spend time with a good mix of people you already know and people you don’t. Any time there was a party happening in graduate school, I made time for it. I spent most of my days reading and working, so having a few evenings free was never problematic for me.

So when [Stephanie](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/5t8w9z/mf_the_era_of_man_slut_stephanie/) told me she was having a get together to break in her new place (this was long after she and I had ended our shenanigans – she began seeing somebody seriously and they’d moved in together), I was all in. I knew it was going to be all the regular members of our cohort plus some friends of friends, and I was very much in the mood to meet new people.

Liz’s Toy Chest [ff] [bdsm] [long]

This is a follow up of my [first story](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/63wjy3/sharing_a_hotel_with_mom_not_incest_ff_fm_long/?st=J17XYTTL&sh=164fc956) during which I met Liz. Liz is the epitome of a bad ass punk dyke. 6 feet tall, skinny as fuck, cute little white girl ass, barbelled nipples on a pretty flat chest, pierced clit, tattooed all over, bleach blonde punk haircut. Totally cool.

I am physically the opposite haha. 5’3, black and Brazilian, 34D, dat black booty, luscious curves while maintaining a pretty thin waist. Natural black woman hair and a lot of it. I’ve been told nicki Minaj with a little less boobs and darker skin.

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I spent the day after meeting Liz with my mom, enjoying the last full day of our vacation celebrating my 21st birthday. We drank mimosas recapping the night – me ribbing her for fuckin a monster of a brotha(like clegane big) and her ribbing me for getting fisted by a tall dyke. We visited a couple museums then laid out on the beach smokin joints. By about mid afternoon though we could tell each of us were craving what we had last night.

Sharing a hotel with mom [not incest] [ff] [fm] [long]

So I guess I should start this off with a disclaimer to all you incest kinks that my mom and I don’t touch at all in this story, and we never will. Not into that.

I’m a 27 year old bi black/Latina woman (half Black half Brazilian). 5’3 with that booty, 34D and a nice waist. Not bone thin but I got those curves :) been told I also have DSL.

I grew up in a small two bedroom shithole with my mom. We are super close and open to talk about everything in our lives, from mental health, school, sex lives (which with paper thin walls would have been a tough topic to avoid). Totally comfy being topless around the house after a shower or workout, because I am not sexually attracted to her or her me.

Anyways…disclaimer over to the story we go.

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So for my 21st bday my momma and I decided to go on a vacation. We rented a hotel room with two queens (cuz we queens) and spent the first two nights out together. The third night I wanted to go to a punk show, whereas she wanted to club. So we split up, agreeing to text if one of us “needed the room”.

Stretching powers of the TSA – Part 1 [Long] [MMF] [anal] [fist] [huml] [Mdom] [nc] [oral] [raceplay]

Indignant outrage, followed by claims of refusing to back down under the guise of standing for civil liberties… and then eventually running out of muster and caving to whatever is most profitable for those who make the decisions – the same pattern that can be seen again and again, and was exactly the thing that led to many Middle Eastern countries granting American TSA agents jurisdiction to screen passengers in foreign airports for any flights going to the US. The tradeoff being that the electronics ban would then be lifted (returning the lost revenue from business-class customers who were forced to choose other airlines if they wanted to be able to be productive during their flight).

 

It was only a few weeks after this change that Tahira was flying back home to the States with a few friends after a holiday to Dubai. The screening process had been longer than ever before, but to her surprise, she was actually allowed through fairly quickly unlike almost all of the people of Middle Eastern, South Asian, or African decent that she saw go before her who were put through extensive searches and questioning by overly rude and entitled TSA agents who only spoke English and seemed to expect anyone passing through their gates (in Dubai) to be able to do so perfectly also.

Stretching powers of the TSA – Part 1 [Long] [MMF] [anal] [fist] [huml] [Mdom] [nc] [oral] [raceplay]

Indignant outrage, followed by claims of refusing to back down under the guise of standing for civil liberties… and then eventually running out of muster and caving to whatever is most profitable for those who make the decisions – the same pattern that can be seen again and again, and was exactly the thing that led to many Middle Eastern countries granting American TSA agents jurisdiction to screen passengers in foreign airports for any flights going to the US. The tradeoff being that the electronics ban would then be lifted (returning the lost revenue from business-class customers who were forced to choose other airlines if they wanted to be able to be productive during their flight).

 

It was only a few weeks after this change that Tahira was flying back home to the States with a few friends after a holiday to Dubai. The screening process had been longer than ever before, but to her surprise, she was actually allowed through fairly quickly unlike almost all of the people of Middle Eastern, South Asian, or African decent that she saw go before her who were put through extensive searches and questioning by overly rude and entitled TSA agents who only spoke English and seemed to expect anyone passing through their gates (in Dubai) to be able to do so perfectly also.