[MF] When I found out my partner wanted to be a “human washing machine”

*I have been thinking about what fun (and for some, maybe hot) stories I can share here at gonewildstories, and I have a few that stand out. This one however, is a bit more on the fun and weird side, but hey, if there is anyone out there that enjoys reading it, I’m satistified. I still think about it from time to time and just laugh.*

So this story took place a few years back, I (25M at the time) had been dating this girl (23F) for just two months. Whenever I tried to ask her if she had any specific fantasy or so, she would always just ramble that she was too embarrassed to talk about it. I tried to lighten the mood and show that it was nothing to be embarrassed about by telling her *”I love to be tied up, choked and eat ass, preferably at the same time”.*

She did laugh and call me weird, but still she did not tell me what she was into. I thought “*fine, she’ll tell me when she is ready”* and didn’t spend that much more time thinking about.

(MF) Fresh Out of College-Round 3 (Cheating, Age Gap)

Brad and Sara were more than comfortable being nude in front of each other by now. After the office they collected their clothes, but didn’t bother putting them back on. They walked in the kitchen and Sara gave Brad a sports drink and a snack. She then walked out to the pool area to turn on the hot tub heater. She walked back in and told Brad it would take about 30 minutes to heat up. The pool and hot tub had solar that keep both relatively a warm temp, but to get it hot would take the gas heater a little while. In the meantime they stood in the kitchen a few feet from one another talking. Brad probed a little to how Sara met her husband. She asked about why he was single.

The Journey of My Hypersexuality – a reflection

Prologue:
Disclaimer: This journey is long, complicated and sexually charged. Skip to the reflection if you wish to bypass the backstory. It’s pretty intense in my opinion, but that may just be the spotlight effect. Enjoy.

Hello friends,

I am new to this community, and up until now I have been a bystander, a reader… a learner. This community has already helped me reflect on so much and I feel like I must share my progress in order to continue. Recent changes to my lifestyle and mental health have led me to an awakening, a sexual revolution battling within. The following story is bit long but it will fill you in on my journey up until this point. I will share my realizations and I hope that your observations and wisdom can guide me further. Here we go.

The First Awakening

Meeting Scarlet [MF] [Massage] [Big Tits] [Big Ass] [Multiple Orgasms] [High Heels] [Feet] [Cum] [Fingering] [Handjob] [Blonde] [Str8]

***All characters in this story are 18 years or older***

“Then we have a deal?” I asked the two men who sat facing each other across the large conference room table. They each nodded in turn.

“Great!” I exclaimed, and I meant it. I had been mediating this negotiation for over two weeks. At points, it felt like the whole thing was going to fall apart. But we managed to pull it off. This was easily the biggest case I had ever taken. Sitting between these two giants of business high up in this tall Ottawa office building, I had often felt like I was out of my league.

But now it was time to relax and recuperate.

As the lawyers replaced us at the table, the two CEOs and I left the conference room. One said goodbye and took an elevator to his office on the top floor. I rode with the other to the ground level.

“What are your plans now?” he asked as we descended.

“I hadn’t thought too much about it,” I responded honestly.

KLIT 96.9 THE RAVE 016 Snow Angel Dream Master (FF MF MFF MFM ANAL BONDAGE TOYS ROLE PLAYING)

“”Prime Time, I say Prime Time with, with your DJ Maeve… Klit 96.9 The Rave Prime Time with DJ Maeve” Nova ReBoot announced right on the hour.

“Mmm, this next story if it was up to me then it would have been a threesome. Klit 96.9 this is DJ Maeve cuming all over your speakers from my white valley…”

“Sorry for the disruption in broadcasting. Here is a commercial to eat you out.” Nova ReBoot was called in only 30 seconds into the broadcast.

“Down at Striptease you won’t find gifts that are put together from a factory. What you will find is custom items put together by you the builder. So cum on down to Striptease where you can build her the world!”

“Sorry, sorry I had an orgasm live on the air and for some reason they censored it. So let’s get to this tail so I can have multiple orgasms during this hour. Klit 96.9 The Rave is cuming all over your speakers while I, DJ Maeve am chasing my orgasms. Don’t even look in here Karen from the censorship department. Yeah, I’ve got my eyes on you.”

My [F]irst date ended with me swallowing two loads of cum

David picked me up and we drove off to a lovely restaurant. He was pretty funny and surprisingly dorky, which I adored. Very cute and charming. He called me out on my nerdiness, but expressed appreciation and even knew *almost* as much dorky shit as I do. I can’t lie, I really enjoyed myself. Before I wanted it to end, the dinner was over and the restaurant was closing. He seemed to be having as much fun as I was (I hope), because he suggested we keep the night going.

We hit up the spoons (my insistence) even though it was already 11, and had a few more drinks at the pub until they closed. It was a fantastic night. He was really great with his compliments, not too much, continuing to toe the fine line between appreciative and creepy. A total gentleman. I had managed to insist that we split dinner, but he bought drinks, which annoyed me (and made me blush). He didn’t have much to drink cause he was driving, and I would have insisted on splitting them as well, but the way Spoons works here is you do the orders on your phone, and the staff bring the drinks to you. As soon as my drink was done another one showed up before I could even pull my phone out. I genuinely do not know how he accomplished it, I only saw him pulling his phone out the once. However, as always, they closed pretty early, so he offered to drive us back to his for another drink or two. He was really smooth about it too, asking me if I was tired first before he brought up his place, giving me any easy way out of carrying on the date if I didn’t want to.

The Stranger Under the Bridge

For some reason, I kept having sexual fantasies about this one particular stranger. It was unusual for me, because my fantasies typically involve imaginary figures that I concoct in my mind. I had never had a conversation with him. He was a hulking figure. I saw him when I was walking trails and he was sitting under a large bridge. I wanted to ask him what he does when he’s there. Is it a quiet place to get away and take care of some business? A secluded spot for drug sales? But I’m shy, and I figured he probably didn’t want me all up in his business anyway, so I just kept walking. One day, however, he passes me close on the trail on his way to the bridge and somehow, in that brief moment, he reads me completely. He knows that I am horny as fuck, and that I desperately want him to touch me. He laughs at me, and continues to his spot under the bridge without saying a word. From then on, whenever I’m walking in the area, I plan my route so that I pass under the bridge. Some time goes by and I don’t see him, but then one day I look up and there he is, sitting in the shadows on a big concrete slab. He holds my stare, and we stay like that until he finally motions for me to come over and sit in front of him. I pause for a moment. I’ve been waiting for this, but part of me is terrified. I’m well aware of what the appropriate reaction is in this situation, and equally aware that I am about to do the total opposite. I walk over slowly and climb up on to the slab, until I find myself sitting in the spot he gestured to. At first he does nothing. We sit there in silence, until I take his hands and put them on my breasts, encouraging him to squeeze them. He laughs and moves his hands away. Then he runs his fingers very lightly up and down my arms, ever so slightly brushing his hands against the sides of my breasts. He does the same thing to my inner thighs. I start breathing deeply, and squirming. I try to push his hand down my pants, at which point he stops completely. I look at him, silently pleading, but instead of resuming he just tells me to take my clothes off. I hesitate. Someone could walk by at any moment without warning, and I had nowhere to hide. He doesn’t say anything else. He just waits, and it is at this point that I realize that it really doesn’t matter what the safe and reasonable response to this situation is, because I am going to do whatever this man tells me to. There is a sense of relief in accepting the situation as inevitable, and relinquishing control. I strip down to my panties and pause, meeting his gaze. He raises his eyebrows, and I take my panties off. I stand there awkwardly, feeling exposed and waiting for his next command. He tells me to lay down and get myself off. I oblige. The sense of vulnerability and humiliation from orgasming in front of this stranger turns me on so much it is almost painful. I get up and he motions for me to come closer, before gently pushing me to my knees and pulling out his dick. I give him a blowjob. I swallow, even though it’s not my preference, because it seems like the right thing to do. Then he tells me to get myself off again. The way my body works, once I’ve had one orgasm, it doesn’t take a lot for me to have more. They’re not exactly multiple orgasms, because they don’t happen back to back in rapid succession. But once I’ve had one, I can easily get off many more times. So again, I oblige. I am suddenly and acutely aware that this stranger has just been an idle viewer to my orgasm faces. I have always viewed the faces that people make when they climax as deeply personal and raw. In that moment, you experience a complete loss of control over the contortions of your own face. Now he’s standing by a bridge wall, and indicates that I should join him. I walk to where he is, and he abruptly shoves me against the wall and finally begins fucking me. I erupt. I am somewhat aware that I am being slammed against concrete, but I don’t care. After awhile, he turns me around. I put my hands on the wall as he fucks me from behind. When he’s done, he zips up his pants and walks away without a word, leaving me naked and trembling, blissed out and ashamed.

First time with Four – Xmas Special [Group]

I have always had a fantasy about being completely filled up. Who knew the real thing would be so much better than the fantasy.

Christmas has always been an exciting time of year that my boyfriend and I love. The drinks, the friends and most importantly the sex seem to flow freely.

It was Boxing Day and we were doing our annual pub crawl along the beach (Xmas gets very hot in the Southern Hemisphere). I wore a fairly revealing outfit as it makes me tingle down stairs when I have random people staring at my body. Most importantly underwear is an absolute no-no.

As we were ordering drinks at the third bar of the day a strong attractive looking man named Carlos sat next to me. Ten minutes into the conversation his hand was on my thigh slowly creeping higher under by dress. As my excitement levels increased another man (Harry) approached. Apparently they were friends and they were making their intentions very clear. As they discretely ran their hands over my boobs and brushed against my panty-less pussy I thought that my fantasy may become a reality. As if it was on queue my boyfriend walked over and asked if it was time to leave with these two men. Unbeknown to me at the time my man had organised my dream Christmas present.

Meeting Scarlet [MF] [Massage] [Big Tits] [Big Ass] [Multiple Orgasms] [High Heels] [Feet] [Cum] [Fingering] [Handjob] [Blonde] [Str8]

***All characters in this story are 18 years or older***

“Then we have a deal?” I asked the two men who sat facing each other across the large conference room table. They each nodded in turn.

“Great!” I exclaimed, and I meant it. I had been mediating this negotiation for over two weeks. At points, it felt like the whole thing was going to fall apart. But we managed to pull it off. This was easily the biggest case I had ever taken. Sitting between these two giants of business high up in this tall Ottawa office building, I had often felt like I was out of my league.

But now it was time to relax and recuperate.

As the lawyers replaced us at the table, the two CEOs and I left the conference room. One said goodbye and took an elevator to his office on the top floor. I rode with the other to the ground level.

“What are your plans now?” he asked as we descended.

“I hadn’t thought too much about it,” I responded honestly.

Step Sister Corruption Part 205 – Day 113 Technique Difference (fiction, M/F/F, d/s, teaching, step siblings, con)

*Gabe*

Our Sabrina reluctantly started using her tongue and mouth on my Johnson and Summer was satisfied that she was actually doing as she was told did Summer strip down and walk into the shower as my bathroom was a steaming mess.

The steam was so bad that Sabrina’s makeup was beginning to run like we had been doing more than what we were doing like Sabrina had been deep throating and slobbing on my knob to have her makeup run as much as it was.

But we had just started as Sabrina *tried* to flex her tongue muscles like Summer had. Granted Summer has *A LOT* of practice and experience under her metaphorical belt compared to Sabrina as their individual techniques showed.

Summer, or Kel for that matter, would greedily lick, kiss, tease, and stroke my cock and nuts using only their mouths as both were enthusiastic about getting to my creamy center. Though Summer’s tongue was more talented than Kel, whereas Summer couldn’t deep throat nearly as long as Kel could so there was that.

That was **before** the change.