25 Days of SEXmas December 1 – Banging My Secretary Santa’s Dirty Little Elf (MF) (Oral) (Public) (Exhibitionism)

25 Days of SEXmas kicks off with a sequel to one of my most popular stories Banging my Secretary. I hope you enjoy reading this as much much as I enjoyed writing it! and Merry SEXmas

After five hours of photos, crying babies, and wet diapers I was finally done. The last guests left and only my secretary and I were left in the conference room. I picked over the buffet, trying to fill a plate from the leftover food that was left behind. I looked up and saw my secretary standing near the Christmas tree in the center of the room. As I watched her, she unbuttoned her dress and let it fall down her body. She bent over, sticking her ass out toward me as she slid her stockings down her tanned legs and left them on the floor with the dress. Soon she wore nothing but the red thong.

Read the rest of the story [here](https://rileyblackstone.com/2019/12/01/25-days-of-sexmas-december-1/)

Rear Entry [Str8, Mf, creep, masturbation, anal, oral]

Mark was annoyed when he got the rear door of the McNair’s house. They were good neighbors and had helped him out in the past, but he didn’t want to have keep walking over here to check for Sam’s “important letter.” He shared a backyard property line with them and had to cross some brush that inevitably scratched his hands every fucking time. But Sam said this letter had some information he really needed while he and his wife were on vacation.

He found the magnetic key box hidden under the small back porch and unlocked the door. He walked through the kitchen and living room to check the mail on the floor under the mail slot. He picked up and sorted the mail. No letter. He put the pile on a small table next to the stairs with the rest of the mail he’d picked up the last 3 days.

It was cool and drizzly outside, so he was in no hurry to get back home. Besides Margie was on the rag and being really nasty today. Maybe he’d hang out here for a bit and watch one of the college games. Sam had a much better TV anyway.

Sara’s Self Discovery Part 8 [BDSM] [Oral] [Anal]

My god I thought I’ve created a monster, I have never seen a kiss filled with such passion as I was witnessing now.

Our hostess June and another lady unhooked Gem and helped walk/carry her to a sofa along the wall.
June sat with Gem and cradled her as she lay recovering from an orgasm the likes of which she had never before experienced.

  As this was taking place two other ladies one of whom was our sales girl from earlier walked up to “Sub” and led him up to the vacant set of cuffs that previously held Gem.
Before they cuffed him the took their time stripping him of his clothes, it appears that “Sub” had lost his earlier hesitation and was getting into the role of sub.

 As the girls removed his pants our sales girl spoke up and saying “We have here something special,
his master has him caged to prevent his erection from making itself known, lets see how much he can stand before this beautiful cock bursts the welds on his cage.”
As “Sub” was hoisted up he began to play to the crowd, swinging his hips an smiling at all the woman present in the room.

Some unexpected college bondage fun, [FM] PT1

This whole night started out as a photo shoot, one not even concocted by me.
A friend from college, a beautifully nerdy photography major with a more than slight interest in erotic art had set the whole thing up.
We had a class together, it was an elective for me, a required art credit for her, but the class had caught both our attention for the same reason.
It was a class called “photographing the human form”
The teacher was a younger woman, one with a penchant for the edgy and interesting.
We’d both worked together on a few projects that semester, producing some really cool shots along the way.
She first helped with my project, an unabashed excuse to feast my eyes on some beautiful feet, which turned out to be a gritty, dark collection of bare feet in various unusual locations.
We’d snuck into an abandoned warehouse and gotten some great shots of her balancing on an old, pant peeling hand rail.
Needless to say, her feet were beautiful.
I’d helped her with a project she submitted that focused on erotic closeups of bound body parts, hands feet knees, arms, a gagged mouth. Etc.

[FM] Hooked up with a work colleague, realized I’m kinkier than I thought [Part 4]

tl;dr summary of Part 1 (posted [from my perspective](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/cdptfa/fm_hooked_up_with_a_work_colleague_realized_im/) [F] and [from his](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ciqexa/fm_hooked_up_with_a_work_colleague_realized_im/)): we’re both PhD students in the natural sciences working on the same project at different universities, met in person at a workshop/conference, hooked up on the last night, ended up having sex outside for several hours with some BDSM vibes, including him ordering me to post about our encounter on this subreddit.

tl;dr summary of [Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ceeei4/fm_hooked_up_with_a_work_colleague_realized_im/): short update that despite living thousands of miles apart, the sex was so good we decided to meet up again so he could help me explore my growing interest in BDSM.

tl;dr summary of [Part 3](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/e3n6wu/fm_hooked_up_with_a_work_colleague_realized_im/): we get called to a project meeting and decide to hook up on the DL. Night 1 is fun and relaxed sex to re-establish our connection. Night 2 is supposed to start our more intense exploration of BDSM (and to be fair, I do I slap him in the face at one point), but I have to work, so it ends up being basically a repeat of night 1.

So now Part 4 (Nights 3 and 4).

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An amazing night with one hot couple [FFM] [FMF]

It was an idle Friday night and I was swiping through Bumble when I saw this astoundingly gorgeous girl. L was curvy but fit, gorgeous fair skin, thick waves of chestnut brown hair, and piercing blue eyes – a lot like me, actually – just her photo got my mind racing, what our similar bodies would look like together… plus, the guy in her photos wasn’t too bad looking either, muscular with a thick, neat beard and a dashing smile. L’s bio said the two of them were in town for the weekend and looking for someone to show them a good time.

I swiped right and we matched immediately.

It wasn’t long before L invited me to meet her and J at a trendy cocktail bar near their hotel downtown. I put on a black lace bodysuit with a deep V neck which showed off my DD tits and tight dark jeans. I was the first to arrive and I waited for them at the door, nervous but excited. But as soon as I saw them, just as good-looking as their photos, the nerves began to fade. We exchanged hello hugs and had some laughs over tequila drinks and pickleback shots. Anyone around us would have thought we were three old friends out on the town… nobody would have had any idea what we had in store next.

Surprise Me, part 2 [MF][cnc][bondage][knife play][oral]

I went to bed that night, a little confused. Nothing else had happened. I didn’t want to ask him about it and ruin the surprise, though, so I just went on with my night, little thrills of anticipation and arousal running through my body whenever I remembered the amazing feelings from earlier.

The house was dark and quiet when I awoke, groggy and disoriented. I looked around for a moment, then tried to bring my hands down to rub my eyes, and was stopped short.

My hands were bound with rope, and had apparently been tied to the bars of the headboard.

Fear sang through my body as I began to explore with my fingers, trying to find a place where I could begin effecting my release. I must have made a noise, because in an instant, there was a man-shaped shadow in front of me, and a callused hand across my mouth.

“None of that, now,” a low voice growled. “Or you’ll regret it.” The threat only made me struggle harder. Where was my husband? The bed shifted as my assailant sat down beside me on the bed and leaned close enough to whisper, “Remember, the safe word is unicorn.”

[MF] Unexpected holiday fun with an inexperienced local girl (long)

This happened a few years back now and it happened so quickly that even remembering it back is a little bit of a blur but I’ll try and recount what I can of it because it was pretty great. It’s a bit long so I’ll break it up into background and action.

 

—Background—-

 

I was on holiday over in Malaysia – some of my family moved over there for work and invited me over after they had been there for about a year. It’s not really a place I ever had considered visiting but with free accommodation and everything being cheap there I figured why not head over for a week or so.

Return to My Party Ways

In the end, the disciplinary committee didn’t do anything. They sent me a letter urging me to “exercise good judgment and restraint” in social settings, especially those sponsored by the sorority. It didn’t mean anything and the girls who thought I acted like a slut continued to give me the side-eye, while most of the other girls at Tri Delt didn’t care one way or the other.

Two weeks after the hearing, a girl named Lily, who lived on my floor and who I was friendly with, but didn’t really consider a friend asked me if I was going to the party Friday night at ATO. I said I really hadn’t thought about it and she told me she and her roommate were planning on going and asked if I wanted to go with.

“Sounds good,” I said brightly, wondering if she knew anything about why I’d been called in front of the committee.

When Friday night rolled around, I spent several hours getting ready and picked out what I thought would be the perfect outfit for the party – black mini with heels and a top that was demure in front but fairly open in back with the cutest little spaghetti straps over my shoulders. Just the right amount of make-up and eyeliner gave me what I thought would be a fresh, girl-next-door look with just the right amount of sexy.

The Perfect Deal [MF] [oral] [piv]

“When it came to making a deal, everyone had a line they refused to cross. Those who drew that line too carefully were often the first to get ripped off.”

That was the first sales lesson that Stacy Stamper’s father had taught her as a little girl. Being the son of a traveling salesman and the cofounder of successful marketing company, her father treated sales with a passion that few could match. He said he’d planned on passing down his valuable knowledge to his kids one day. As it just so happened, Stacy was the oldest of the three and often the first to be in a position to use that knowledge.

However, sometimes being the first meant crossing a few lines she hadn’t expected.

“Out here,” said the deep, excited voice of Marvin “Max” Dresden. “Nobody comes into these parts at this hour, especially on Black Friday.”

“It’ll do,” said Stacy. “Just remember I know which parts of this store are being monitored by cameras. So if you’re hoping to record our little exchange, stop hoping.”