Him and her — The Brat (part 1)

Him and her — The Brat (part 1)

“You don’t mind, right?” She said, more than asked. Because it wasn’t really a question. She was going out and would be back after last call. It was her friend, the bartender. The bartender who was perennially on the outs with her boyfriend. But she “really needed her!” Again. And of course that meant she had to spend at least an hour after last call talking her off the ledge so she could go home. And of course that meant she would come home exhausted with the last of her buzz wearing off. And of course she had to work in the morning, so any hopes of her stumbling to the bedroom looking for anything but her pillow was out of the question.

“I’ll be waiting for you when you get back,” he said with a bit of a resigned sigh and a smirk.

He had just gotten home. His shifts had been running late and the time he got to see her during the week was minimal even when she wasn’t rushing out to comfort her girlfriend. True to the saying, absence had been making the heart grow fonder.

A hotel room mix up in Barcelona [MF]

“Sangria?” the waitress asked. Mark responded with an eager head nod. It was only 2:30 pm and he was already on his third glass. The others at the table all responded to the Catalan waitress in a similar manner. There were eight of them, all teachers from the Mid-Atlantic part of the US. They were there on a chaperone training tour – learning all the ins and outs of how to be responsible chaperones for teenagers travelling abroad on spring and summer breaks. Of course, drinking all the sangria Barcelona had to offer was not an official part of the training, but teachers tend to make the worst students. Mark had signed up to take a group of students to Costa Rica the following spring, which would be his first trip abroad as a chaperone. About half of the other teachers were also first timers, while a few were experienced chaperones cashing in some rewards points and providing some teacher-to-teacher wisdom beyond what the official training staff had to offer.

Fun times with an ex-girlfriend part 1 one of….[MF]

I’ve posted here before under an old name but as I reminisce on previous sexcapades and plan to share more stories I always come back to an old flame of mine named Brit. We only dated three months but it was probably the most and some of the best sex I’ve had with someone.

For this particular story it was our first date. Back in the days of personal ads on craigslist I was browsing for anyone that caught my eye and would seem interested. I came across Brit’s ad and after a few email exchanges we started texting.

Brit was taller than I was, maybe around 5’10” or so and I’m only about 5’7″. She was chunky and had a belly but still looked to me (as I myself am a chonker), dark brown hair (could have been a different color at the time because she dyed it often) and just piercing blue eyes. She kind of had a Katy Perry vibe in the face, not exact mind you but at the right angle you could see some similarities.

Caught my boyfriend fucking my girlfriend and sentenced him to the 100 [MMF] [bdsm] [247] [chastity]

I’m not the jealous type and so if my boyfriend and my girlfriend want to fuck that’s no skin off my nose. But I am their master and out of deference to my authority I do ask that they ask permission first. If I’m feeling particularly churlish I might say no, but 99 times out of 100 I’ll say yes, perhaps extracting a “tax” from them if I’m in the mood.

So when I caught my boyfriend fucking my girlfriend it wasn’t an act of betrayal, but it was an act of defiance, and that’s much much worse.

I’d gone out for a run but hadn’t been feeling it and came back to the flat early. As soon as I entered the door I could hear that they were at it and I rushed to the bedroom to catch him balls deep inside her. They both leapt to their feet and started yammering excuses about how they’d got caught up in the moment and were going to tell me the second I got home but I held up my hand for silence, strode over to the toybox, and threw them each a ballgag to indicate that I wasn’t in the mood to talk this one out. They knew better than to defy me further and each meekly applied the gags. Then I marched him, still naked, over to the wall where the manacles hung down from the ceiling, chained his wrists up above his head, sentenced him to the 100, ignored his desperate attempts to splutter for me to show him mercy through his gag, and went and fucked her, right where he had been fucking her moments before (although probably not quite as gently) as he looked on, thinking about the enormity of my punishment.

The Rabbit Hole Part 11 [FF] [Hypnosis] [Mind Control] [Trans]

**Chapter 11: Brainwashing**

**Nadia**

“You ready to sleep?” asked Nadia.

“Is Joanna there?” asked Penny.

“No.” Nadia bit her lip and curled deeper into the covers of the bed. They were in their new motel room. They switched hotels every other day, trying to stay safe. Joanna was at work. They both worked at the same bar under false names. Joanna tended bar, and Nadia worked as a server. Nadia much preferred teaching but it helped that she was paid mostly in cash and was completely unremarkable in every way. If Penny came asking for a short red-head named Nadia, she’d find nothing. If she asked for a short goth girl named Prudence, she’d find Nadia.

“Does she know about these calls?”

“No,” admitted Nadia. “She doesn’t need to know.”

“You don’t feel guilty, do you?”

Nadia chewed her lip in silence. Joanna didn’t know about Nadia’s secret phone or phone calls. She had no idea that Nadia was talking to their enemy every night, helping Penny fall asleep. Nadia was careful to never talk about herself, to never give away any detail about their lives that could help Penny find them. She didn’t mention that Dr. Tuminaro had fled the country with his wife. He gave them some start-up cash as a favor to Joanna and a penance for what he did to Nadia. That helped them buy time to get jobs.

The Neighbor’s Tape- PART 1 – LONG and KINKY [MF]

The Neighbor’s Tape

After college I moved to a city for my first “real job”. I knew very few people in the city and had broken up with my college girlfriend just before leaving school.

After settling in for a few days my neighbor Preston came by and introduced himself. He was my age yet had been working for a computer company after a two year tech degree. He and I had similar musical tastes and both loved computer games.

Eventually I would meet his girlfriend Elle. Such a classic beauty, she had short blonde hair, long toned legs and perky breasts.
There was no doubt that Elle had control of that relationship.

Just about every night I could hear them fucking through the paper thin walls separating our apartments. She was super loud and from what I could hear, pretty kinky.

“Fuck my face!” I would hear her yell. “Cum in my throat!” There was no online porn back then but I had all I needed to hear on the other side of that wall!

I came over for drinks every once in awhile but mostly the interactions between Preston and myself were about my computer.

I [M] fucked my boss [F] Part 2

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/khek6u/i_m_fucked_my_boss_f/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share)

The next day, I strolled into work three hours late. I had reached home quite late, due to last night’s _ahem_ encounter, decided to turn off my alarm, and wake up naturally. A few of my work-friends gave me apologetic looks as I arrived, while one of them grabbed my arm and hissed, “What the fuck are you doing, do you want to keep this job? Have you lost your mind?” I gestured at him to calm down, I was under the impression that my boss wouldn’t say anything, and wanted all of them to watch in awe as they thought to themselves, “How can I learn this power?” I was so wrong.

Seven Minutes with Sister [ff]

My sister and I had always been close. Only a year apart, we had been inseparable since grade school. Of course, there was a friendly rivalry between us, one which she often came out ahead on despite my year long head start. She was the brains of the family, and I was the butt.

At least, that’s how we joked about it, given how “well endowed” I was. A natural beauty by my junior year, strawberry blonde hair that I kept shoulder length, brown eyes and light freckles, with a bust and ass that left little to be desired.

My sister, Elana, for the most part inherited the same looks. She adopted a different style: hair longer, often braided, opting as well for wide-rimmed glasses where I chose contacts. She tended to dress more casually as well, a hoodie and a pair of jeans for every occasion. Beneath all that her own assets were slightly less gifted, though only just, I often noted.

[MF]One Year Anniversary turns into GF as Slave Leia, A Cum Facial, and Really Good Sex…

It had been a year since my GF and I had been officially together. We decided for our one year anniversary that we would book a hotel out of town and have a fun weekend together. There was a lot we had planned to do. That was until covid hit. Needless to say restrictions were in place and we couldn’t even dine in at restaurants. Stores were still open though and we love to go antiquing so we decided to mask up and still do our anniversary safely. On our way there we discussed about what are day would be like. We decided we’d hit a few stores up and do some antiquing. We’d also get some good food to go. Most of the things we wanted to do were closed down however.

My [M] girlfriend asked me to dominate and degrade her. I said yes. [LONG]

This story isn’t as wild as some of the other ones posted on here — no gangbang or sex in a public place or finally fucking the girl who bullied me in high school or anything — but I figured I’d tell you about it because I think it’s pretty hot, and maybe relatable, too. This is my best recollection of a story that happened a few years ago. All details are as accurate as I can remember (I definitely thought about it enough times since it happened), but of course there will be some things I can’t get exactly right.

It all starts with my college girlfriend, who I’d only been dating for a few months. She was an adorable petite brunette with blue eyes and freckles. I was an ex-cross country runner who spent a lot of time in the library. We got along great, and the sex was good, even if we could both be a little awkward in bed. Neither of us was virgins, but the relationship was still new enough that I think we were both worried about somehow doing it wrong.