Fucking my posh English girlfriend in her parents French Riviera villa [MF]

A few years back I was in my mid 20s and in a relationship with a posh English girl called Beatrice – Bee for short, or variations of good little slut in private. We met at the Fringe in Edinburgh and while that first week deserves it’s own stories, I’ve been thinking a lot about our holidays in France recently. Bee and her family exemplify what a lot of people think of the British. Firmly upper middle class, everyone except for Bee educated at Oxford, a holiday home in France and all the trappings.

Which made it all the more enjoyable for me that Bee herself loved nothing more than to serve and be demeaned by a working class German immigrant, ideally in places her parents loved. She was tall and slender, with dark black hair and typically English pale skin that bruised beautifully. About a year into our relationship it was time for her regular trip to her parents little villa in the south of France. Wanting to make the most of it I convinced her we should drive down a few days early, make it a roadtrip and get the place ready for everyone else.

My 30 at 30 [F ds bi gangbang]

This is a story about the time I got fucked by a sports team. Not literally, but there were enough people there to have formed one. Both sides in fact.
I’d taken the day off for my birthday so got to sleep in, lazing in bed well past my usual alarm time. I woke up the little spoon, his strong arms wrapped around me, one hand absently cupping my boob, his breath hot on my neck. Feeling frisky, I reached behind and took hold of his morning wood, playing with him gently, seeing if I could get him off without his waking up. I didn’t manage it and his hand moved to my clit and started teasing, before long he moved, burying his face between my legs, expertly teasing me closer and closer before stopping cold with that shit eating grin he gets and telling me “Not yet, you don’t get to come until tonight, at the party.”
My opinion of that was evidently clearly written on my face because he grabbed the ring on my collar, pulling my face close, looking me in the eyes. With his other hand he grabbed my pussy possessively “Who owns this?” he growled.
“You do, Sir.” I replied, eyes lowered, pussy throbbing.
“That’s right, slut. *I* do, and while I do, *I* decide when it gets fucked, and when it gets to come. Understood?”
“Yes Sir.” I replied, easily as aroused as I was nervous about what the day ahead held.
“Good. Now, I’m going to make you breakfast. I want you to edge yourself, twice, while I’m gone. Do. Not. Come.”
“Yes Sir.” I replied meekly eyes down, dreading the rest of the day till the party tonight but knowing that the payoff would be worth it.

Gang Bang [F]

I want to be gangbanged so desperately. Its not just about many cocks , its about alot more – i can be thrown around like a toy, degraded by bunch of people, truly make me feel worthless, abuse me , punch and kick me around, while one is beating me others can just stand their and laugh. Inserting fist in my ass when someone is already fucking me. I want to feel powerless and dominated in all the way. I want the guys to piss and shit on me and smear that shit around. Make me eat and drink it, make me do the dirtiest and nastiest of stuff.

I seriously have no limits and if you wanna know about me check previous posts

And please for god sake message me something that will actually make me wanna reply to you. Not some dumb stuff that I will choke your throat and rip your ass. Please grow up.

Add me into groups. Degrade me together.

[F/MM] A Simple Arrangement – Chapter 3

I decided to skip class that day. I was already late, and I couldn’t imagine sitting through my morning class with my pussy full of Brett’s cum. I honestly didn’t know how I felt. I knew I was frustrated. I was so close to coming and never got the chance to. I thought about finishing myself off, but that would just make me feel even more pathetic. Even more, it would prove that I enjoyed it.

I took a hot shower and let the steaming water wash through my hair. It felt soothing on my skin. My inner thighs were still sticky with cum, so I washed myself. My fingers paused a moment longer on my clit, but I forced myself to stop. I stepped out of the shower and dried off, knowing I could make my later classes if I hurried. As I got dressed, I decided to skip the panties. I was still sore from when Brett took me in the kitchen. He was an ass, but his cock was much thicker than I was used to. I slid on a pair of black leggings. The smooth fabric felt amazing. They were a bit see-through if I was bent over, but I would be sitting down most of the day anyway, so who cares. I threw on a light sweater that hung off one shoulder and just enough makeup to make it look like I hadn’t just rolled out of bed. I pulled my blonde hair back into a tight ponytail and headed out to class.

Some discipline issues with my step-daughter… [Mf]

I pull up at the apartment and I’m angry before I even park. I stomp up the steps and key open the bolt and fling open her front door.

“Britney!” I demand, “I know you’re here. The car I bought you is in the parking lot.”

She scampers out from the kitchen, still in her pajamas. “Daddy! Is that you? What are you doing here? Is something wrong?” Her tone is innocent and cute, as if that would work on me.

“Don’t ‘daddy’ me,” I say, “You only ever call me that when you’re trying to get away with something.”

“But I’m not–” she starts, giving me the puppy dog eyes, “I haven’t done anything wrong, Daddy– uh, Bill.”

There are twin shadows on her chest, points where her nipples jut out against the fabric of her thin shirt. I shake my head. “And dressed like that? Your mother would have a conniption fit.”

“These are just my pajamas!” she says, looking down, pulling on her low-wasted flannel pants.

“I know,” I say, “That’s the problem.”

[MFM] Putting on a show with an inked biker MILF while her husband watches

In a [previous story](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/vd77f9/mf_how_to_have_sex_with_a_beautiful_stranger_with/), I noted that a particularly nerve-wracking encounter made me think about refusing spur of the moment internet hookups. Well, about that…

It didn’t, and on one warm summer night, my car pulled into the driveway of a big brick split level. The neighborhood was quiet, but not a menacing sort of quiet, a sort that H.P. Lovecraft would describe as concealing a presence rather than indicating an absence. It just seemed like a calm, quiet place in general, and considering how many cops lived here, that tranquility was highly unlikely to be interrupted.

All of this was good news for me as I was ready to knock on the door of a biker couple who contacted me an hour before. Despite having a decidedly mixed experience over the prior six months with a couple (which is its own surreal story), they convinced me that I should at least meet them. They looked very rough, with a complete package of tattoos and studded leather, but were very polite and friendly, like the vast majority of bikers I’ve ever encountered.

Turning My Innocent Neighbor Into A Cumslut [m/f] [Str8] [drugs] [nc]

Disclaimer: This is a work of erotic mind control fiction with elements of coerced sexual activity; all characters are 18+

**TURNING MY INNOCENT NEIGHBOR INTO A CUMSLUT: BOOK 1**

“Go away, Charlie.”

The way my next-door neighbor says my name is like a swearword and it stings. It never matters if I’m trying to help the ungrateful brat, or if I desperately need help myself (such as last Monday my car wouldn’t start, and Sydney couldn’t even be bothered to borrow her dad’s jumper cables, so I was thirty minutes late to work); she always treats me like shit, even though I’ve done nothing to deserve it.

I glare up at her from the bottom of her porch steps and mutter, “I just thought you’d like to know your dog is running off down the street.”

“What? No, he’s not!” She rushes past me to check the back gate, which I know she’ll find ajar, seeing as it was the second thing I noticed after witnessing her Golden Retriever book it down the road.

“Shit!” She runs down the gravel drive barefoot, and then begins screaming his name into the wind. “Baxter! Baxter?”

Sixth Sense (NC, extreme gangbang, dark)

*All characters in this short story are 18+. M. Night Shyamalan is very interested in using this script for his sequel; we just need to agree on a lead actress.*

“Hey Amy, you’re drooling again!”

Amy did not turn her head toward the eruption of laughter from the corner of the classroom. She wiped the cloudy liquid from her chin with her stained sleeve and swallowed the source of her leak in an open-mouthed gulp.

“Jesus, that girl never closes her mouth, does she? I like to imagine her sucking on my cock.”

“Haha, no way, dude. Don’t stick your dick in crazy even if crazy has a perfect pair of big ol’ titties.”

The girl hid what she could of her face behind a curtain of long brown hair but her breasts, too big to hide in her white uniform shirt, always attracted unwanted attention. Any attention was unwanted.

“I’m not getting close to that girl, either. Those noises she makes are so weird and gross. It’s like she’s always seconds away from throwing up.”

Sex with my wife after being gone.

I had been away for a few days and when I got home my wife and I had this look on us that we had some unresolved sexual tension built up. We both had been texting in my absence about being horny and sent some videos to one another of us masturbating.

Later that night she decided to take a shower and after finishing she put on her rob. I Took off her robe, and had her lay down like she was getting a massage. I was wearing shorts but no underwear. I straddled her on top of her ass and Caressed her body while she laid on her stomach. Lightly touching her arms, neck and back. Then moved down to her ass and thighs. Finally to the calves, ankles and feet.

Then I turned her over and did the same. Straddling her on her pelvis. Starting with her arms and forearms. To her collarbones, down the sternum to her belly. Then to her tits, and a slow play of her nipples. I was still wearing my shorts. I came off to the side of her and started down her thighs going to her feet.

I think I (24F) just pimped out one of my friends (23F) for the older guy (53M) I’m sleeping with. [MF]

Background: I’ve been hooking up with this much older, married man (Robert) for about a month. (Backstory here if you wanna read it: [https://www.reddit.com/r/stupidslutsclub/comments/utrjj2/update_im_24f_a_much_older_mans_53m_side_piece/](https://www.reddit.com/r/stupidslutsclub/comments/utrjj2/update_im_24f_a_much_older_mans_53m_side_piece/)) It’s kind of great. He’s a lot of fun and I actually really like him.

So last week, I’m grunting and moaning my way through a pretty intense anal session. I’m flat on my belly and Robert is on top, plowing me hard, with one fist full of my hair, pulling my head back to kiss him. I can barely make out words, when he groans and cums deep in my ass. I almost came again (for the third time), because it feels so fucking good.

Then, he rolls off of me and we talk. (I have to stay on my belly or his cum drips all over the motel bed – as it is, I eventually start to feel it dripping down my crack. I kinda like it.) I say something stupid like, *”I’m so glad I gave you my number,”* because I’m legit developing a crush on him. He said something like *”Me too, princess”* and gave me a kiss.