The good assistant [ MFM, anal, Fsub, oral, reluc, voy ]

I am using the company internet connection to research a paper. I see you leave your office and head for the bathroom. Movement makes you turn your head as you pass my cubicle.
“Hey, what are you still doing here?” you find yourself stopping to say. “Just catching up on a few things. Can I get you anything, sir?”
“Oh. Yes. Would you please start the coffee drip? It looks like I am going to be here a while. I’ll take it in my office when it’s ready.”
“Certainly, sir.” I don’t know why I’m extra polite to you. It just sounds so right to address you respectfully. I find myself irrationally wanting to please you. Anyone else I’d stall and say screw you. It’s 10 pm, fucker, but for you, I put my heels back on and rush into the kitchen. As the coffee brews, I straighten my skirt, and the seams of my stockings, pull my hair back and unbutton so my camisole clad breast is plainly exposed. I pour you a cup and fix it the way you like, just a little cream to cool it off and carry it in to you on a saucer.
I stop in your doorway; you’re on the phone. You pretend to not notice me there for a minute, my legs shifting in the heels after a long day, my hips leaning from side to side. Without ever looking directly at me, you wave me in. Still on the phone you tap the desk where I am to place the coffee. You are really something else, but I do as I am told. I lean forward and I realize the view is completely scandalous. Lace isn’t part of the dress code here, your eyebrow seems to say. As you hang up the phone I straighten up and ask,
“Will, that be all?” You stand up and come around the desk to where I am standing, sort of back me into it, so my tush is pressed against the edge. You touch my cheek and say that no, that’s not all. Without any warning, I realize you’re undoing the rest of my buttons, and pulling my shirt back over my shoulders. I’m breathing so hard, looking at you looking at my breasts. You tilt my chin up to look at you and I feel my knees shake. I wasn’t expecting this. I had only flirted with fantasies before this moment.
You kiss my neck and touch my skin, sliding spaghetti straps down my arms. I’m mewing when one of the other suits walks in. He’s holding files but says nothing, just gapes at me standing between you and the desk, my nipples slightly exposed, my shirt still tucked in and pushed so far down my arms it’s holding them back. I suddenly get shy and press myself against you. He starts to apologize and backs out the door but you tell him to stay, at which point I am confused and somewhat scared.
“What do you want me to do?” I ask as I look at you naively. “Everything.”
You push me back so you and your colleague can see me again. You pull my undershirt down so my breasts fall out completely. The other man enters the room completely and shuts the door, locking it. You walk me over to the floor to ceiling windows overlooking the rest of Manhattan’s money and facing me forward, looking out, you undress me slowly rubbing my skin as you take each piece of clothing off. You pull my skirt down and I step out of it. You touch the naked part of my ass in the garters and slide your finger around below my waist. You can’t believe I came to work without panties on. Just stockings. You whisper how I’ve been bad, so bad to wear something like that. You leave me standing there in the bright light of your office, almost naked, visible to hundreds of New York windows, and I can’t move. I am grounded there, slightly spread eagle, face turned away blushing. Only you have this hold on me, sir.

STRANGER FUCK [MF] [cheat] [oral] [anal] [mast] [facial]

The challenge for Stephanie and Mark was to spice things up a little bit. For them, spicing things up could be something as simple as a handjob on the sofa. Their sex life was boring and Stephanie knew it. Mark didn’t mind so much. He could go ages without any sort of release. Stephanie, on the other hand, couldn’t.

Stephanie had desires. She had things she wanted to do. When it snowed last winter, Stephanie begged Mark to take her onto the deck and fuck her, doggystyle, in the snow with her little snow pants pulled down just enough for him to enter her. He laughed and said she was weird.

One evening, Mark came home late from work to find Stephanie in bed, masturbating vigorously. Instead of kicking the door down and jumping on his wife and fucking her brains out, he quietly tiptoed into the living room and waited for the moaning to stop. And then he came in to the bedroom, undoing his tie.

“When did you get in?” She asked, sitting up anxiously.

“Oh, a while ago. I just wanted to give you some privacy.”

Uninvited stranger invades the bedroom [MF, oral, facefuck, married, anal, PIV, noncon, bondage, incest, MFM]

/u/Gwensaccount and I don’t know each other, apart from a chance message here on reddit. I proposed a game where we take turns in writing alternate passages of a story. This post is the start of that journey. Each time you see “… … …”, we change writers.

Neither of us knows where it’s going or how long it will last.

It’s clearly not “top shelf” erotic fiction, but we’re enjoying ourselves and we hope that you enjoy it too.

…. … …

You were sound asleep, alone in the house. It’s a warm spring evening. Warmer that usual. A creak on the floorboard outside the door wakes you up.

At least you think you’re awake. You’re not really sure. It’s that half awake, half asleep feeling. But you hear it again. Creak. It sounds like someone is taking tentative steps towards the door.

You really are awake now, but you don’t want the person to know. You reach for your phone and sneak it under the covers to check the time. 3.09am. But wait, what’s that? There’s a text from an unknown number that simply says “I’ll be there soon”. It was sent at 2.41am.

International Male Chastity Day

Ladies and gentlemen calling all male submissives… today Monday, January 14, 2019, we celebrate International Male Chastity Day. This is the day where your slave wears his chastity cage all day with pride. Fortunately, the cock cage is very hygienic and your submale can urinate without having to remove it. Of course, your submissive should want to wear his chastity cage voluntarily as a sign of his absolute submission to you. Once he gives you the key to his chastity cage, you have total control over his orgasm. Knowing that he can no longer masturbate without your permission excites your submissive and you can increase that excitement by keeping him in a state of tease and denial. This game creates a state of perpetual erotic ecstasy that becomes extremely addictive to him.

Male chastity represents the end of his desires and the beginning of making your fantasies a reality. His sexual purpose becomes about pleasing you. Does this mean the end of his sex life? Not at all, he gains a lot of pleasure in pleasing you and knowing that you have complete control over his sex life.

[F]irst post- Horny backpacker [FM]

First time I posted this it was removed because newbie me didnt know how to tag correctly! If at first you don’t succeed…

So I travel a lot, lets say its a passion/ obsession/ addiction of mine. I also have an incredibly high sex drive and have recently become single after a very long relationship so I have a lot of catching up to do! I think its about time I started sharing some of my crazier stories (all true) about my single life, particularly the ones where I’m in a new place and tend to let loose because no one knows me!

I’m 5’4, long brown hair and hazel eyes, reasonably fit body (I work out a lot but I also love beer and pizza!) smallish boobs but a pretty decent ass which seems to be very popular with guys and girls alike!

My first story will be from last year when I was in Zagreb. I’m a fairly active Tinder user but I was here to meet some friends I hadn’t seen in a long time, a couple. They’re lovely people but I tend not to share my crazier stories with them as I feel a little judged (“why don’t you settle down with a nice man?”).

Chained and Spanked Mother, Ch. 8 [inc, M/s, BDSM, slow, mdom, spank, rough, oral]

Chained and Spanked Mother, ​ by DiscipleN ​ ​

. . . a fan prequel to Kathy Andrews’ 1984, raunchy novel, “Chained and Spanked Sister” . . . ​ ​
​ ​

Chapter 8

Tommy grabbed his prick and fought its urge to leap into his mother’s spread slit. What if she was dry? He would have to make her wet, somehow. Licking her pussy, like Robert had, wasn’t his style. He tested her hairy vulva with the tip of his desperate cock. He found moisture there, but maybe not enough. Sliding it up and down he found her inner hole quickly. Fucking from behind must be easier than his brother’s way. Tommy grinned for being smarter. Again, he felt wetness in the resisting entrance to his mother’s womb. At that point, his cock and brain were so hot, he no longer cared. He bucked his prick into the damp hole.

His mother shouted with all her voice. “AAAAAAAA!!!!” It’s too dry, Tommy!” The prick lodged halfway in her cunt.

DREAM THREESOME [Mff] [oral] [rimjob] [squirt] [piss] [facefuck] [creampie] [mast] [creampie eating]

The best thing about being in your mid-30s and not wanting to get married or have children is the freedom to date around. Of course since I’m 34, and most women ages from 28-38 are on the marriage and babies bandwagon, I tend to date either slightly older or slightly younger women.

Everything was going just fine. There’s no need to be deceptive on dating profiles anymore. I guess guys used to feel they had to say all the right things to get laid and then after magical date #3, they’d disappear. Nowadays, women are just as up front about their wants and needs. So, when I see a cute girl who says she wants something serious, I swipe left. There are plenty of other options.

Over the course of nine months, I fucked, on average, three different women a month. Some were more daring than others, some were pretty PG, but for the most part, nothing too wild happened until Sarah showed up.

[mff] Our friend brought her strapless dildo and bluetooth vibrator over for some fun…

After our first meeting with Ellie (https://old.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ae8s9b/my_first_time_dping_a_girl_mff/) it took a while for our schedules to align once again, but once they did, we had a wonderful second date. To remind you all, Diana is around 5’4 and stacked (like, bad at tetris stacked) with dark brown hair, big hazel eyes, and pierced nipples. I’m 5’10, with a beard, short dark brown hair, a bunch of tattoos, and a body built by rock climbing and yoga. Ellie is 5’11 (dem legs tho) with freshly dyed orange/red hair, and piercing blue eyes.

Diana got a pair of stockings for me and wore them out under a black dress, so I was already primed for a good night. After getting to the bar, we saw that although Ellie had come from work, she was not quite in work-appropriate clothing. She had on a lacy top that hardly covered the lingerie she was wearing underneath, although she did have a scarf/shawl thing to keep from being totally indecent. After a couple rounds and appetizers, we went back to Diana’s and opened a few more beers in her room.

End of her dry spell! {MF}

I have a great couch. It cost a lot of money, and is part of a large home theater area in my condo. This is the first of some stories from this couch that I will post here. If it goes well, I will post more. I met Sonya through a class we took together at an adult education center. She was in her late 30’s, I was a tad older. We had gone for coffee a few times after an evening class. Had a few long discussions about our divorces and the asshats we had married, and now were through with. It was clear to her that I had been successfully dating a few women since my break up. It was clear to me that she had endured 2 sexless years at the end of her marriage, and now had suffered 2 additional years of chastity before we met. She had not worked up the courage to go on a date yet, after a decade with the same man. She may not have noticed that she was stunning, a real beauty, and in excellent shape from a fairly fierce workout schedule that she told me about in detail. So I asked her out.