Say it again

*Continuation of The Relationship, first post in available comments.*

*While not critical to understanding the story, Part One provides helpful context as it provides the back story of the two of them and sets the tone for the fly on the wall experience you will enjoy below.*

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“Say it again”, his whisper pierced the stillness of the hotel room.

“Say what?” Stella giggled, the coy edge of her seductive smile giving away how delighted she was to finally have something he wanted to hear.

But Levi was in no mood. He grabbed her wrists, tenderly, but intently. Looking just underneath her eyes in that sore, pleading way he doesn’t know that he doesn’t know how to fake. It caught Stella off guard. Could she be the first to have told him this?

Let’s go back to where it started. The parking lot of the Billings, Montana airport Hilton.

Levi’s corkscrew curls stretched to the middle of his shoulders. His hair was still wet, he wanted to look his best so Stella would have a parting final image of him as he dropped her off.

MY CONFUSION Part. 1 [MM] [MF] [ORAL] [ANAL]

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MY CONFUSION

My name is Frank and I have a problem. (I think.)
I am a sophomore at a well known university.
For obvious reasons I can’t mention the schools name.
Well, here goes my story.

It all started a few months back.
If you have the time sit back and allow me to tell my story from the beginning.
I grew up on a farm in a small rural town in Wisconsin.
My family was typical Mid-Western conservatives.
We voted Republican in all the elections and went to church every Sunday.
Except when the harvest was due.
Come to think of it I would imagine that the pews were particularly empty during that season.

I had a normal childhood and was your typical corn fed mid-western boy.
I’ve had the same girlfriend since I was ten.
Susan had been by my side through thick and thin.
We never really talked about getting married, it was just assumed by everyone including the two of us that this was how it was to be.

Down the Rabbit Hole [MF] [Voyeurism] [Oral]

Ronaldo grabbed Melissa’s neck and pushed her right cheek against the glass of the ceiling to floor window.

Pressed up against the glass you could see Melissa was drenched in sweat, and her lips formed the perfect O as Ronaldo gave her the necessary rough treatment. Someone had been a bad girl again. There was no need to imagine this time. Even with her face in this contorted state, Melissa’s expression screamed pure ecstasy.

Stacy could not wait to reenact tonight’s show. It had become her and Nick’s dirty little secret. They had roleplayed these performances ever since their first encounter with their exhibitionist neighbours.

Stacy had stumbled across them one evening, on her way back from her daily jog. Upon passing their house, she heard a woman in the throes of passion, thanking someone who was unmistakably spanking her. Looking across through the big ceiling to floor window, she could see the outline of a woman on all fours, legs and arms spread apart and confined by some strange wooden contraption. A man in a full suit held a vibrator in one hand against her pussy and a paddle in the other which he used to inflict precise, pleasurable pain against her skin.

My Guardian Vampire [MF] [oral] [piv] [romantic] [magic] [vampire]

The darkest nights often reveal someone’s greatest vulnerabilities. It was easy to be brave, bold, and daring in broad daylight. Anyone could present themselves to the world as something greater than what they were. They might even convince a significant number of people. However, when they laid in bed at night, alone and in the dark, their greatest fears often caught up with them.

Howard Hunley knew those fears better than most. He’d lived most of his life dreading such dark nights. Unlike most men, his fears were justified. He was the son Max Hunley, also known as Main Man Max, one of the most infamous henchmen of the Blood Moon Cartel. He’d lived his entire live as a target and for the first nine years of it, he handled it as well as any kid could. If anything, he had less to fear than most because his father was so respected.

That all changed when he was targeted by an ambitious rival. In one fateful night, which happened to be on Halloween, a hit squad stormed his family beach house and slaughtered almost their entire family. They thought they got them all, but he and his father miraculously survived. From that day forward, his life changed, as did his fears.

Robert and the Bank Manager (Oral) M/F

Requested story from one of my fans.

There he was again, Robert walked through those glass doors and back into my life. I could see him entering our bank from the door in my office. I knew he was coming back in today. He’s been in here, begging for us to give him time since the shutdown. I felt bad for the guy, and I might be able to help him out if he was willing to help me out. At 45, I was the youngest female bank manager in my company. But my desire was for more than just power, my desire was for Robert.

I reached down behind my desk and slid a hand up my skirt. Thank god for private offices and big desks. In anticipation of Robert’s arrival, I skipped my normal no-nonsense work panties for a Victoria’s Secret thong that did nothing to cover up my bald pussy. I slid the barely there thong to the side and began to stroke my clit. The orgasm hit me almost immediately, my legs shook with pleasure and anticipation of what I hoped would happen next.

FUCKING A PETIT GIRL [mf] [oral] [mast] [facial]

I’ve always wanted to fuck a skinny girl. I’m a bigger guy—over six feet, heavily muscled, but think, thick, like a linebacker, not shredded. And I’ve always been drawn towards thicker chicks – slight cellulite, big juicy booties, big tits. A booty to slap. Tits to fuck. Something to grab onto.

But something occurred to me the other day. I have exclusively fucked thick chicks. I have never, ever fucked a skinny girl. I’m not talking like, your average looking woman. I’m talking petit. Bean pole. SKINNY. I’m talking about the chick who could never pack on a pound, no matter how hard she might have tried. A cup tits. Maybe a firm little butt. Might not have ever seen three numbers on a scale, if you know what I’m saying. 98 pounds, soaking wet type of skinny chick.

So, I went on a mission. I know a lot of skinnier women—some of us even speak freely about sex. My strategy was to ask the women I am closest with first. I believe in the straight forward approach: “Would you ever wanna hook up?”

His Turn (Part One) [MF] [Dominant Female] [Anal Play] [Teasing] [Rimjob] [Oral]

I’m not sure what I want other than touch this evening. My lover’s mood is also strange he’s leaning into me to be held and touching me so gently it’s more of a suggestion of contact. I know he wants me the look in his eyes says as much. Though it’s very different he’s almost meek and unsure of himself. It’s far from a bad thing I’m just unsure what he’s looking for, so I grab his ass.

He leans into my touch allow my hand to explore to it through his jeans. I let myself grow bolder and decide to slip my hand into his pants. His ass is great to hold such soft skin but firm muscle so you feel like you’re really holding something. I almost want to pinch it but I don’t want to test this new mood so soon.

I loosen his belt to allow me more access to him. I let my fingers roam exploring his body and relishing in the touch. I kiss his back and reach my hand around to go for his cock, but I trail my hand around his waist lazily. I’m amused with myself for treating him like sudden movements will scare him. My fingers gently brush the base of his shaft and run a singular finger to the tip.

[MF] The huge tiddy not-really-goth-girl from OKCupid.

Hello Gonewildstories! My last story seemed to be enjoyed, so I thought I’d post some more about my various times in dating. During this time I’ve seen a lovely bunch of breasticles. There they were a standing in a row bum bum bum, big ones, small ones… and some that were bigger than your head. This is the story about the latter.

I’ll start with a little description of myself. I’m a shorter man, 5’7” with a rather hairy body. I have a beard that is around 7 inches long, glasses, and probably the larger side of a dad bod. I’ve lost 40lbs so far, though, so yay for having the time to hit the gym everyday. Basically, I’m nothing to write home about. Probably a 6 by my own judgement. I’ve honestly never measured my penis, but it’s not a pornstar’s. It’s adequate, and if I measure it in the orgasms I’ve helped others achieve with it, then it’s pretty great.

PISS MILF [mF] [piss] [oral] [mast] [creampie] [swallow]

Summer was winding down and I wanted to hit the pool one last time. There’s a public pool in my neighborhood where all the hot divorced moms hang out. A lot of younger guys know that this is THE pool to go to if you wanna bring home a MILF. The best thing about these MILFs are — they just wanna fuck. They don’t care about dinner or drinks. They are in their sexual prime. After years in dead end marriages, they just want to be touched. They will do anything you want. Better yet, they won’t even wait for you to ask. They’re as depraved as you imagine them to be.

Nothing is off limits.

So, I hit the pool and kept my eyes open for an attractive woman with no ring on her finger. And then, I found her. She was a stunning, thick blonde with slight cellulite, a firm stomach, and tits that would blow you away.

I sat next to her and casually said hello. She said hi back, smirking and holding eye contact with me for one … two … three seconds before biting her bottom lip. She looked at my crotch and, as if able to summon her magical powers, gave me an erection as clear as day.

Heartwood Academy – Earning an ‘O’ in Oral Affection [Part 2] [FFuta][Blowjob][Huge Cock][Schoolgirl]

3:55 Tuesday afternoon.

Click. Clack. Click. Clack. Click. Clack. Click.

My the sound of my black heels on the marble of Headmistress Fox’s office echoed off of the walls as I paced to the front of her desk. She lounged in her chair in a black pinstriped suit coat, a matching black skirt over her waist. She twirled a lock of her black hair absentmindedly as she spoke on her cell phone.

“Mm hmm.. Yes I understand Mrs. Baker, but we ensure all of our Sweethearts upon graduation.. Yes I am aware of that.. I’m looking at her transcripts right now, and she had outstanding grades in all of her classes.. Yes including Restraints.. Well Mrs. Baker I do apologize, but our Sweethearts are proven year after year to be exceptional. I’d suggest either re-evaluating your position, or sending her back to us and we can find her another placement agency.. Mm hmm.. Okay. Thank you.”