I woke up this morning to wet panties. I slid my fingers inside and work on bringing myself to the edge as I reminisced on yesterday. I had edged off and on all week. I was desperate and needy. My fantasy of a group of men on snap keeping me on the edge until my husband got home from work would be fulfilled. I gave them a list of actions and toys to choose how to edge me. I would send pics and videos along the way. I was a little nervous at first but my horniness took over. I was wet just from the anticipation of it.
They told me to slowly run my hands up and down my thighs. They made me expose and massage my breasts. Pinch, twist, and tease my nipples. They told me to insert my buttplug and put a vibrator against it. This had me squirming on the bed. By this point I was desperate to cum. They told me to fill both holes and ride my dildo. It was close to the real thing but not quite and just left me wanting a real cock. My pussy was throbbing. One of them said “Now pull it out and finger yourself. I want you to go in deep and show us how wet you are. I wanna see your fingers soaked.” I squirted all over my hand. It felt so good to have a little relief. I was so turned on.
I had a vibrator that I had been fantasizing about how it would feel in my ass. I put it in and swear I almost came just from feeling so full. I showed the group and they told me to add my vibrator with a clit sucker as well. This almost pushed me over the edge. I was a squirming mess and desperately wanted to cum. I started pinching and twisting my nipples. They told me to sit up facing the camera and ride my vibrators. The clit sucker had the perfect angle and the bouncing forced the butt vibrator to go a little deeper. I teased my nipples and bounced hard. I almost fell over the edge. The dirty talk and putting on a show was such a turn on. I fucking loved it and thinking about it now makes my pussy throb. 10/10 recommend
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Maintenance [Gangbang] [F20, M20, M23, M21, M22] [Fantasy] [Robot Girl] [Little Bit of Everything] [HEAVY dialogue]
Her hand slowly strokes the cock in her hand while she looks at a computer screen displaying various graphs and charts. It’s maintenance day for the troops, but Dee is grievously behind on her other duties. She needs to place orders for new vehicle parts, design a countermeasure for the latest enemy technology, and meet with the Commander about the state of the troops.
The gears and wires in her joints rhythmically shift up and down while the moaning man in her hand begins to breathe quickly and stutters out something or another about being close. She quickens her pace and before long the work is done. She hasn’t actually stopped to take in what he looks like, swamped as she is with actual work. Maintenance day is such a nuisance! She hastily activates the hatch in her palm that opens to dispense soap and water and cleans the dripping cum from the oozing dick.
[F] 18yo asian – I gave a CRAZY handjob to my friend’s ex-boyfriend as a thank you
**Tldr: as a thank you for helping me lift stuff, I gave my friend’s ex-boyfriend the worlds best handjob as a thank you (and because he said never came from a handjob before :P)**
hi guys!! so this happened a couple months ago. for context, I was moving rooms from my tiny room, to a bigger room.
the only problem was that I had to physically move everything (desk, bed, drawers, etc.) into the new room, and I had accumulated so much junk. it was quite the daunting task. i think typically this wouldn’t be an issue for most people, **but I’m a 5 ft 3 weakling little asian girl…so I enlisted the help of my friend, G!**
I met G just over a year ago. he was tall, strong, and a mechanic. we met because he dated one of my best friends, but they had recently broken up on good terms. since we met, I’ve always thought he was objectively handsome (there’s something about a handyman who knows how to fix stuff), but never thought about making a move for obvious reasons- anyways, he was still in our clique and was the handyman of the group, so naturally i asked him for help!
I [19M] fucked my co-worker’s [20F] face for my birthday [MF]
I knew she had a crush on me. I want to start this story with the actual confession part. It’s been quite a while since this happened, but I want to start with the part I’m not proud of. Here’s the story.
It was like, a week before my b-day and my co-worker really wanted to treat me. I gently told her I had plans to skip town and go snowboarding with friends. I was trying to be polite as she was a genuinely sweet person and never gave me reason not to be kind in return. But, she was not physically my type. She was about 5’4″, a bit thicker, and not exactly pretty, but average-good. But what she did have was stacked D-cups which she knew was her best asset. She asked if we could hang out the last night I was gonna be in town. I didn’t REALLY want to, but I relented she agreed to go back to my house after work.
[Group] Getting ran through by 3 men Part 2
Some of you asked if my three housemates (all 19M) from Part 1 ever ‘gangbanged’ me (19F) together. This did trigger a memory, and TBH, it wasn’t an entirely pleasant one. The answer is yes, but only once. Although I had a sexual relationship with the three guys I lived with, this will sound strange when I say it was almost like having a monogamous relationship with each of them. We were like an extended family with me as the wife and, at times, mother; however, when sex happened, it was always in my bedroom with just one of them at a time, just one.
Now to the question. I stayed in the house over the summer as the three guys went home and to various parts of the world. My family home was on a rough neighborhood in a small three-bedroomed house where I shared a bedroom with my sister. When Simon asked if I wanted to stay in his five-bedroom detached house on its grounds and within walking distance of the city center, I said a big fat YES. My family did visit for a week that summer, and we had a lovely time.
Playing a game called ‘chicken or go’ with a family friend [MF] – Part 3
Thank you to everyone who has been following since the first post! I really appreciate the support and messages.
Here is the link to the previous updates:
[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/zn3ivj/playing_a_game_called_chicken_or_go_with_a_family/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)
[Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/11rk2wi/playing_a_game_called_chicken_or_go_with_a_family/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)
Madison and I had been messaging in secret to organise leaving the house while everyone was having lunch. Unfortunately, both families decided on going to one of the local parks for a barbeque instead of lunch at home. It was a little upsetting at first, but our parents said that we all had to go as Madison and her family were leaving the next day.
We started texting again while in the same room as everyone to work on a new plan. ‘What are your thoughts on the new plans?’ I messaged Madison. She replied ‘It’s a bit shit, I was looking forward to some fun today’. I thought to myself, maybe we can turn this situation into a fun one, and replied to her ‘Well you do know there are a few different spots at the park, lots of trees, bushes and a few playgrounds… maybe we could still have some fun’.
Breaking Up [FMF]
During our second year of college Anne and I broke up. The stress of school and work, plus trying to move in together proved too much. We had a lot of acrimonious fights and finally called it quits.
But we couldn’t stop being around each other. It was never really planned, but we just always ended up at the same places at the same times.
So, when we both ended up at party together, it was no surprise. Anne came with a new friend, a girl named Lindsay. Lindsay was tall, blond and buxom. She had spent the last four years in Japan. She was nice, but really out of touch, socially. She didn’t have any of the same cultural references and her reactions to things always seemed…just different. As a result she was very shy. Coming to the party was Anne’s attempt to socialize Lindsay.
Despite our breakup Anne seemed really happy. I was not. I put on a brave face, talked to Anne, even flirted with Lindsay to make Anne happy, and drank myself stupid.
[FM] hatefacefucking at the comedy show, a love letter
(Sent to me by old fwb)
*A few days til I can post. No problem. Maybe it will give me more time to regain lucidity and delete this all.*—
“I can’t make decisions for you,” you said. Fine. I gave my phone to my friends and told them to make it instead. They fumbled with it.
“You need a fucking iPhone,” Kim lamented.
“God, who even uses an Android anymore?” Skye grabbed the phone from Kim.
“It’s a MOTOROLA,” I cried. A Motorola that belonged to my boyfriend.
“No more Josh,” Skye concluded, handing me back the phone. “Deleted, blocked, and out of your life.”
I groaned into the blanket, clutching the bottle of Bombay Blue that I wasn’t able to choke down.
“Thank you. But I want him.”
“He gets off on seeing you play the game,” Kim said, rubbing my arm. “This is what men do.”
“Plus, he’s probably ugly anyway.” Skye laughed. “After all, after seeing that other guy, I don’t know if I trust your taste…” She was talking about the boy we had walked by in the cafeteria, who I had sucked off two years ago, and who was SUPPOSED to be far away in Philly.
Drop Out [mf] [college] [professor] [bondage] [overstimulation] [impact play] [humiliation] [slave play]
*Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction and in no way condones acts of sexual assault or violence. All acts of sexual intercourse and play depicted in this story are preformed by consenting adults.*
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It came as a surprise to Jasmin when her university announced that they would be partnering with the Institution in an effort to boost their attendance and grade performance. She wasn’t the only one upset with this decision. After all, everyone knew just how cruel the Institution can be with their loans. There was no telling how callous they would be to college students. Her anger with this decision only amplifying when she only had a year left until she graduated. Now with the new system in place, there was no way to transfer her credits. She either had to stick it out or walk away from all the money and time she spent to become a doctor.
How I got addicted by big dicks [FM] [cheating]
My last few posts, many have asked me why i’m so crazy about hung men.
About 7 years ago – at that time I was already with my current husband –
I went to Mallorca with friends. For those who don’t know: Mallorca is
the place where Germans go in the summer to really party. It’s a huge
party mile. We
were a total of 6 women and it didn’t take long for the first men to
start flirting with us. we got to know a group of federal police
officers on the very first evening and continued to meet up with them in
the days that followed. it was a fun round. One of this group took a
special interest in me. and although I was taken, I found that I was
very attracted to this man. he was tall, had strong arms, and was
otherwise very muscular. his face was handsome and had handsome
masculine features.
We flirted for a while and at some point I knew deep down that I had
already subconsciously decided that I was going to have sex with this
man. he just exerted an enormous attraction on me. it came as it had to
come: one afternoon we went to my hotel room together. our friends
stayed in the disco.
Already in the elevator of the hotel I noticed this sexual tingling in my
stomach. when we were finally in the room I felt his lips on mine. He
picked me up and pushed me against the wall. I was really impressed with
the ease with which he did it. He laid me carefully on the bed and
slowly undressed. I watched him and the less clothes he had on, the more
excited I became. He was in great shape. Every muscle seemed trained to
perfection. However, I quickly turned my attention to his cock. It was
perfect it was long and really very fat. his whole shaft was traversed
by small veins that were now pulsing. the sight aroused me. He seemed to
notice my look because he said: “You probably don’t get that kind of
thing at home.” Deep down inside me, my bad conscience arose. I didn’t
give my boyfriend a thought until that point. but now it was too late
for that. I was no longer able to think rationally. My brain was only
functioning on animal instincts. and my instincts wanted this hung man .