[FM] Masseuse in Training – Pt 1[bdsm] [drugs][cheating] [oral] [teasing] [ass eating] [massage]

I met her through reddit, she was posting in a local sub talking about her massage training and the
requirement to do so many unpaid hours practicing her new trade with lucky clients.

It was clear that she would eventually have a fulfilling career working the therapeutic and sensual
magic of her sensitive fingers, but for now she had to go about giving out free massages to
strangers from the internet (and presumably seeing and touching all of their nakedness within minutes of meeting.)

As soon as I saw the ad, and saw that she was a short drive from my neighborhood, I started to do a
little stalking. I found some very similar CL ads, and connected some dots and picked up on a
different reddit account with some risque pic and posts. Realized she had a very sensual erotic and
even submissive side to some of her other posts and comments, nothing over the top, but a smoldering
sexuality lurking in there with a particular interest, perhaps, in being a submissive worshipful
cumslut with a penchant for seducing married men and ‘serving’ them with a level of intensity,
skill, enthusiasm and worshipful submission that their wives could never touch. She liked ‘ruining
and spoiling’ them with her service and a huge load of appreciation was her reward.

Lesbian Blowjob and the Accidental Sisters [MF] [MF] [MF] [Oral] [Oops]

The sordid details for these events are a bit hazy since they took place long ago, so it’s less sexy than normal so feel free to skip it.

I had a friend who I hung out with a lot in the summer after I graduated high school. Her style seemed inspired by Avril Lavigne with the wife beaters, dark bra, boots, and dark eye makeup. She considered herself punk rock nonetheless so I’ll call her Punky. 5’7″ D cups, dark pixie hair and a pear shaped body. She was a lesbian and had never been with a man before. I knew she hung out with me mostly because I had a car and could drive her places, but in turn she knew where to go to meet up with other lesbian and bisexual girls, so it was mutually beneficial.

One night on the way home on a night she struck out she confided that she was at some level curious about having sex with a man, but could never see herself having a relationship with one, and the prospect of making out with one revolted her. So being the gentleman I am, offered my services. She gave me a dirty look and said “I don’t think so”. That was the end of that for a few minutes then changed the subject back to my offer and asked to see my dick first.

Chain me to the bed & keep me here [MF] [dream sequence]

I was used to models, the perfect figure that could wear a dress made out of a shopping bag and make it attractive. Beauty was in abundance and I had my pick of any perfect flawless thornless rose in any color I chose. But The color, the bright lights grew unappealing I felt as if I had worked at a donut shop too long and utterly despised my favorite thing to eat.

I left the colorful world in the dust and put on my highway shoes as soon as I got home and my head hit the pillow.

I would leave the shiny glassy sugar coated lights of perfection and search for the perfect grimy rusty broken beautiful disaster that tempted me in my dreams.

Her hair was cropped close on the sides and had butchered bangs that looked as if she cut them herself.

Her pale body was small, fragile, on the verge of anorexic, she had small hips, small breasts and a neck that screamed to be choked.

Her body was covered in grey and black artistically beautiful tattoos.

[FM] A rainstorm, some photos, and oral sex on the London Eye.

For those of you who don’t know, the London eye is a 120m tall Ferris wheel on the banks of the Thames in London.

It rotates slowly without stopping, taking around 35 minutes for a full rotation. The glass walled pods take around 20-30 people each, with a rail around the outside where you can stand and watch the view, and bench seats in the middle. It doesn’t stop to let people on and off, it just moves slowly enough that people walk out one side of the pod at the bottom, and people from the queue step on for their 35 minute ride above London.

It is extremely popular and almost always busy, with long queues to get on during the popular tourist months.

This story takes place during the summer after my first year at university. For once, I have a steady boyfriend. His name is Ben, and I wrote about how we got together [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/67nceg/mf_a_story_about_the_nicest_guy_i_know_and_how_i/). This story takes place around 2 months later.

I’m living with my parents for the summer while Ben stays in London, working on his PhD. (Post doc students don’t get a summer break.) Newly together and all loved up, we’ve been visiting each other almost every weekend.

Adventures of Barrie Guild: Turning The Tables [FF] [Non-Con]

*[First adventure.](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/6ai8et/mf_oral_adventures_of_barrie_guild_arias_escape/)*

*[Second adventure.](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/6baf4b/adventures_of_barrie_guild_caught_in_the_rain_f/)*

*[Third adventure.](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/6desh8/adventures_of_barrie_guild_the_blacksmiths_wife_mf/)*

The carriage bounced as it rumbled down the old road. Angelique, the Guild Master of Barrie Guild, pulled her white gloves over her hands and opened the small chest in her lap. She gazed at the glass, phallic like, rod laying in velvet. It held a deep magic that  grew stronger with each woman it brought to orgasm, which it did whenever used. She suspected that Lenna, the young elf, had been the first to use it during her delivery to Angelique. Lenna had acted suspiciously afterward. The rod had also very easily seduced the woman Angelique selected to try it out on first, a spy from another guild. Normally she hated interrogations, too drawn out and boring, but she had rather enjoyed that one. The rod’s apparent strength at that time implied it had already been used. Angelique smiled as the carriage came to a stop. She lifted the rod from its chest and, even through her gloves, she felt a sudden twinge from her nether regions. She took a deep breath and pushed it away as she exited the carriage.

Spanking Sarah [mf] [cons] [spanking] [oral] [cuddling]

Story codes: mf, spanking, cons, oral, cuddling

This story is a work of fiction, any resemblance to real people is purely coincidental and, regrettably, nothing like this ever happened in my own real life.

Offers of money, sex, editing, as well as comments, compliments, complaints, and hatemail can be directed to jammesmoriarty555 (spelled correctly) at yahoo or to moriarty555 on reddit

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Sarah was the daughter of a woman my parents were friends with. She was a few months older than me, but we were both 14. We liked each other well enough and since my mom and dad were friends with her mom we spent a fair amount of time together whether we wanted to or not.

Like most 14 year old boys I was horny as hell, and Sarah was cute. She had pale skin, short hair dyed vivid red, but she was a bit of a late bloomer. Her breasts were barely the size of very small apples, maybe an A cup, and her hips were only beginning to their journey to becoming one of her foremost features but at the moment were just barely wider than mine. So obviously I was interested, but I didn’t think she was.

Sketchy Club Sex [MF][drugs][awkward]

This is my first submission here. I typically post on /r/gonewildstories, though this story takes enough creative license that I’m not comfortable posting there. Turn back now if you’re weird about drug use.

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Every Thursday, my group of friends travelled across the river to a punk rock club known for hosting a fashionable 80’s night. The popularity of this space was baffling. It had originally been a Polish gentlemen’s club in a neighborhood that once housed blue collar steel workers. Today the neighborhood is an upscale gentrified playground catering to Google and Uber employees, but things were dramatically different in the early 2000’s, when it was the epicenter of the city’s heroin, prostitution, and mugging problems.

Somehow, the neighborhood’s reputation did nothing to detract hundreds of people from showing up each week, and the crowd couldn’t have been more diverse. Punks with liberty spikes would be mingling in one corner next to a group of frat bros. Local dealers would attempt to peddle their wares to finance majors. The odor of train-hopping crusties would blend with the smell of cigarette smoke and cheap perfume from a bachelorette party. The music was fun, the drinks were cheap, and it wasn’t too hard to avoid going home alone.

The Virgin Orc’s First Kiss: Spying on human/orc sex [fantasy, mf, oral, vaginal, voyeur, masturbation]

Obsidian returned to the newly-discovered pool on her own the next day, intent on luxuriating in the waters once again. Her Orc doctrine of embracing adversity did allow for occasional harmless indulgences. One vice she had really enjoyed back in Zhaka was frequent baths, and if she could recreate that at least in part here, she intended to.

She had left Glaive and Ishen back at the camp, while she took a circuitous route to check the snares she had set up. She wanted to see what, if any, creatures this island held besides snakes and birds. Nothing had turned up yet, but that might change as time went on. Catching a migrating wyvern or a turtle could make for a tasty meal.

She was just making her way to the pool when the soft sounds of giggling made her pause. Glaive?

It was joined by a more masculine laugh. Ishen as well. Obsidian held still, listening. The two must have snuck off here as soon as she left camp to have some illicit fun. The warrior reasoned she should turn around and head back to give them privacy. Yet she hesitated as their laughter resounded, along with splashing. Glaive’s embrace and nibbling of her neck the day before was still fresh in her mind, and made her heart quicken every time she thought of it.

Her First Big Squirt! [MF] [Squirting] [Sex] [Oral]

During my junior year in college, I was a campus security officer. One of my assignments was to quickly patrol the campus bookstore and check security camera footage. On one routine visit to the bookstore, I met a new area manager named Amber. She was in charge of the textbook department. She was only about 5’1″ or 5’2″ and was rather petite. She had long blond hair, and big blue eyes. Her smile was flawless. The only drawback for me was that she had A-cup breasts and a small ass, although, everything about her was firm and perky.

Every shift I worked after that, I made sure to walk through the textbook section on my short bookstore patrol. Eventually our casual small talk turned into a lunch date. I got her number and the texting never stopped. After a week of endless texting, we went on our first date. The night ended at my apartment with wine, making out, and a blowjob. She let me finger her, however she would not let me get her close to orgasm. Each time she got close, she would back off or slide my finger out. I had never experienced this before, so I was kind of puzzled. Not really sure what to do, I politely offered to finish her but she said she just wanted to treat me for such a lovely date. She was so nonchalant about it, that I didn’t think anything of it and just enjoyed myself.

My Step-Sister the Cam Girl [MF] [inc] (via r/NaughtyFamilyDiary)

All characters are over 18. All rights reserved.

Dear Diary:

I had moved into my step-sister’s apartment after our parents were married. Throughout my senior year, dad had promised to pay my entire college tuition, to anywhere I could get in. When he remarried, the budget shrunk. I was left with attending the best public university in the state, and the option of either living at home or crashing at my new step-sister’s apartment downtown. It wasn’t much of a choice.

When dad remarried, he chose a kindly, Asian-American woman as his bride. I like my new step-mom. Her daughter is around my age, and nice too, if a little more adventurous than her mother.

She doesn’t attend university, my step-sister. I wasn’t sure what she did for most of my first semester living with her. I just knew she spent a lot of time in her room, on the computer, up late at night, and never ever let me in.

The mystery ended last night. I was awoken around 1:00 am, briefly worried I had slept through my first class, but slowly realizing it was my step-sister shaking me to consciousness. I was vaguely aware of her standing over me, wrapped in a fluffy robe. But she seemed to be wearing makeup.