A simple scene [mf] [oral] [mast]

He kicked the door closed behind him and kissed her until the air tasted foreign without her in it.

His tongue tingled and her vision flashed. His knee jerked and his dick twitched. A twitch gave way to a throb, the jerk of his to the buckling of hers. Eyeline meats waistline, The twist of a forefinger solving a buttons grasp. A second button. A third. The button on his briefs seeming latch among locks, sewn like the eye of a cock. The latch opened and the eye widened.

The buckling was contagious, as the bed cradled him and braced her. She kissed up his shaft until any saltiness was as foreign as the taste of his tongue minutes earlier, but they had both waded through the evening long enough. His vision was limited to the morphing shapes of windows, devoid of perspective within the close-up LED imagery of clenched eyes.

Had a dream-come-true bisexual MMF with an older bi couple in their 40s. He had a huge cock and she squirted!

This is my second time writing here. My first experience with GWS was good so I’m more than happy to try again.

For those of you who don’t already know me, I’m a fairly good-looking and tall 6’ 2” bisexual guy in my 30s with an averagely trained hairless slim body and a 6.3 inch dick. Kind of a boyish look, I guess.

After my last time with Richard and Ellen (check my first story here: https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/369gyb/i_made_my_fantasies_come_true_in_a_bisexual_mmf/), I met with them again. We did lots of the same stuff we had done the last time. The most exciting deviation was that Richard fucked me in the ass with a dildo while I was eating Ellen out and fucking her in missionary. It was super hot. But that’s a whole different story. I want to tell you about my most recent adventure!

I had posted an ad (calling for bi and gay couples) on this dating site ages ago but had already forgotten all about it. One day I checked my anonymous e-mail address and there was a response from a very promising couple. The (bi) dude, called Max, was 44 and the woman, Dolly, was 49.

Lola & Rex’s Sex Show [MF][oral][bukkake][exh/voy]

I was on my way home, just parking the truck, when the message from Lola came in on my phone. ‘Don’t forget, we have a show at 7.’ She knows I go to the gym to buff up before a show as I’m still a little shy about being naked on camera. I made my way upstairs to our apartment where Lola stepped out of the kitchen, wiping her hands on a dishtowel. Lola. My woman with long wild chestnut hair, big boobs, big brown eyes and a bodacious ass. She loves me and honestly, I don’t know what to do without her.

“You’re cutting it close,” she said.

I looked at the clock. At twenty minutes to show time, I didn’t have much time.

“I know, I know. I’m going to take a quick shower.”

I gave her a peck on the cheek before showering real well to make every inch of me was nice and clean for whatever Lola may do. I wrapped a towel around my waist as I made my way into the ‘studio’; the spare bedroom which serves as our ‘set’ as well as storage. Equipped with lights, a webcam, a laptop and a TV monitor, all aimed at the queen size bed, it was a working webcasting studio set up to be operated from the bed.

Sex, Drugs, and an Unplanned Threesome (true story)

(this story was taken from my Fetlife profile @ https://fetlife.com/users/5801051)

A few years ago I was dating a very lovely young lady, for the sake of this story we will call her Carolyn. Carolyn was my ex-girlfriend’s best friend, and we had been good friends throughout my relationship with my ex, but when that relationship ended Carolyn swooped in and claimed me for her own. I wasn’t complaining, Carolyn was 5’2″, 95lbs with 28H breasts and the tightest, tiniest pussy I’ve ever experienced. She was a goddess, and little did I know she was a freak too.

Once during my relationship with my ex, she told me about a time her and Carolyn got drunk together in the hot tub and Carolyn started asking weird questions like “don’t you think girl’s bodies are so sexy?” and “have you ever considered being with a girl?”. After some more of these questions, my ex was getting a little nervous and then suddenly she felt a hand on her inner thigh. She didn’t know what to do, so she started talking about something trivial. As she talked, the hand moved up her thigh and under her swimsuit and began rubbing her clit. My ex freaked out, got up, and left, and her and Carolyn never spoke of it again.

The “Couples Talk” [NSFW] [F/M] [Mast] [Oral]

Martin and I had the “couples talk”.

You know the one – the talk where you confide to your significant other about what you can both do to spice things up in the bedroom. It was a gentle talk, mixed with a glass of wine (or two) and a bit of handholding. Martin and I were in our late 20s, he was a doctor, me (I’m Cathy – but he calls me “Cat”) I’m a successful financial advisor with my own business. We’ve been married for four years now and kids were not on really on the horizon. Marty was furthering his training to become a radiologist so between us our future seemed financially solid. However, some things can’t be fixed by money.

Our sex talk was constructive and the upside was that we were both pretty happy with each other and with that of our sex life, generally. I confided to Martin that I loved sex with him but would like to have it a lot more than we do now. For his part, he said that our lovemaking lacked a degree of spontaneity. He suggested that we mix things up and try the occasional crazy thing. I asked him what he had in mind, but he just kept on saying we should try some “wild stuff”. This lack of specificity with Martin sometimes frustrated me, but I got his general proposition. For a doctor he could do with improving his communication skills, I thought. As to my complaint about wanting more sex, he led me into the bedroom and proceeded to rock my world.

Over 4000 miles, I hope it was worth it. [M/F]

**IF YOU WANT TO SKIP TO THE SEXY BIT GO TO THE XXXX**

A quick premise to the story. 3 years ago my long term girlfriend breaks up with me and well that sucked a lot. The worst of it was I was finally opening my eyes to the world of sex, wanting new experiences, feeling confident I could actually make a girl cum now. I work nightshift so it’s already kinda lonely and the only people I talk to are online and from the USA (I’m from UK) because of my unusual sleep pattern and that’s where Courtney comes into the story. A fellow ammeter Youtuber who just had the perfect face and everything. Like you see a girl and immediately think “that’s my type, her!”. Also my erection was fond of her because she has breats on the larger side and did love flaunting it. A winner in my book. But I figured a girl like that must have guys creeping on her all the time so I thought I’ll play it smart, avoid anything sexual so I seem like a nice guy. Fast forward several weeks and we’re really hitting it off but keeping it all SFW even though in the back of my mind all I can think about is getting a handful of those huge tits and just fuck her still she has trouble walking straight. As lady luck would have it Courtney is a bit of a traveller and vlogs her journey and you’ll never guess where she is going next? UK.

Asian MILF Wife [Str8, mF, anal, bukkake, oral]

“Explain to me what you want”, Mrs. Done texted me.

“I want to make you mine and fuck you everyday”, I replied.

“So let me get this straight, you want me to divorce my husband and marry you so that I can be your personal blowjob maid for the rest of my life?”, Mrs. Done texted back.

“Yes.”, I texted back.

“This is a very big decision. We would need to discuss these matters in person. Meet me at this location.”, she texted back.

I ventured to the location that Mrs. Done had specified, the time was only 12 in the afternoon. Mrs. Done waited in her car in the parking lot of a coffee shop. She saw me and motioned me to come in the car. Upon getting inside, I saw she was dressed in a blouse and tight skirt.

“Let me get this straight, you want me to divorce my husband and marry you?”, she questioned me.

“Yes, we could finally be free to fuck each other whenever we want without having to be worried about your husband”, I said back.

“I don’t know if divorcing my husband is worth a piece of cock meat…”, Mrs. Done questioned.

Victoria’s Lunch Date [MF][Pros][Oral]

My name is Victoria Lovejoy. My uniform is a tight pencil skirt, chiffon blouse and high heeled patent leather shoes. The sexy secretary look works for me. I charge five hundred dollars an hour and typically pull in three thousand dollars a week. Between the money and flexible schedule, life in Manhattan is pretty good. These are my stories.

Jim’s text read, ‘Rm 1505. I’m here.’

I’ve never been stopped by security in any hotel. I carry myself confidently through the immense lobby with my nose in the air; blending in with every other young professional woman going about her business.

I softly knocked on door. Jim answered it with a smile.

“Come on in, beautiful.”

Jim was a tall blonde drink of water from Texas working as a security analyst for a huge international oil company here in Manhattan. He likes to kiss though, like other escorts, don’t kiss clients. What a twisted logic we share; willing to let a man penetrate almost every hole in your body for money but deny him the intimacy of kissing. When I first started seeing Jim, I’d give him my turned up cheek his when he tried to kiss my lips. But lately, I let him give me a peck on my lips.

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Lechomancer Curses 9: Vengeance [mmmmmfff][oral][anal][orgy][bondage]

When her phone buzzed for the fifth time in twenty minutes, Lisa sighed. She looked down at Vivian, face buried between her legs. Viv’s kisses were desperate, knowing if she could get Lisa off, the intense build-up of her own urges would be instantly released. “Give me a moment,” Lisa instructed. Vivian nodded, mouth agape, face slick. Her pet looked disappointed.

The messages were from Lisa’s sister, Erin. Lisa snorted a little. Erin had been short with her since Lisa had started fooling around with Vivian a few months earlier. Erin felt betrayed that her straight best friend would start dating her sexually repressed sister. She had no idea that Lisa wielded otherworldly powers, or that Vivian had been transformed into a reality-hopping succubus.

Normally, Lisa would have just ignored Erin’s text. She was tired of trying to come up with excuses about why she and Viv were hanging out alone, and skipping the sexual nature of their encounters. However, this time Erin’s texts had a frantic tone.

“Call me.”

“This is important.”

“ASAP.”

“Seriously, Lisa, call me.”

“It’s about Michael.”

How I [M]et The Girl, Who Would Become the Mother o[f] My Daughter.

I have been wanting to add a story to this sub for a while now. The sub has become my main source of ‘inspiration’ for my late night auto-erotic escapades, and what remains of my sense of honor coerces me to give something back.
So I’ve decided to share what is possibly the craziest, and definitely the most defining of my sexual experiences. The story is extremely long, be warned, but I’ll try to make it worth your while, obviously.

I was a pretty late bloomer. The last among my friends to lose my virginity at 16, and I found my first girlfriend a couple months later after turning 17.
I had spent the last 6 years (yes, I discovered masturbation already at the age of 11) fantasising about what sex was going to be like, how much I wanted to experiment with it, what I felt I had to try at least once, and so on, but that first girl wasn’t exactly adventurous, to say the least. She wasn’t prude either, but it was evident that I wanted more than her. We stuck together for about a year, but at the end of it, I felt more caged than loved, as it became clearer and clearer that we simply weren’t in the same book, sexually.