New Year’s surprise

My wife and I were in Chicago, visiting my family for the holidays and we were spending New years eve at a party at my aunt and uncles house. My younger cousins were in the basement having their own little party while the older folks were doing their thing. I’m not much for champagne so around 10:30 I told my wife I was going to go find a bed. She said she was still wanting to watch the ball drop would join me later. Knowing my wife I knew it was likely to be much later, she’s always been a nightowl, I went upstairs and into the first empty bedroom I found.

A bit later I heard my wife come in, she took off her pants and slide into bed, she generally sleeps in panties and a shirt. I felt her tight little ass bump into my hand, and gave a little squeeze to let her know I was still awake. She pushed into my hand and I got a bit excited as she generally doesn’t like to screw around in other people’s homes, much less relatives. I squeezed her ass check and started to run my other hand against her chest moving up to her firm but small breasts, I could feel her nipples were already hardening at my touch. I slipped the hand I had been using to squeeze her ass down into her panties, using my fingers to spread and play with her asshole, something she really enjoys.

Taking it down my throat (Oral, squirting orgasm) [M26/F31] [MF]

[Names have been changed for this story, so I shall refer her as Yui]

Muffled moans filled the room as Yui had her hands over her mouth, stopping her from making too much noise. My mouth was deep between her legs, sucking on her clitoris as her juices leaked all over my chin. I could feel it swelling up, making it easier to suck it between my tongue and roof of my mouth. I hugged her thighs, feeling her smooth skin and warmth while I ate her.

“Omg yes yes yes… Don’t stop baby don’t stop…”

I knew she was on the road to orgasm, with her breathing becoming heavier and moans in quicker intervals. I grabbed on tight to her, not loosening up amist her struggles. I held my breath, sucking harder on her clit.

“Please please please please please… OHH”

Her back arched forward, raising her hips up as her moans went silent. I continued sucking nonetheless and with one last twitch, she climaxed.

Weed and oral with my brown slut after finals [FM] (part 4)

[She smiled “I wasn’t kidding that I have a big..big..big kink for big white cocks, I want to worship your cock with my mouth because it turns me on and gives me pleasure daddy. That’s why I’m wet. Please keep touching me if you like how I suck your cock, so you can let your little slut know she’s doing well”](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/y92ucn/free_blowjob_a_day_for_helping_my_classmate_pass/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)

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I found myself floating. I was high in a secret patio I wasn’t supposed to be in with a lovely view, with a [beautiful Indian classmate](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/y7c1h0/mf_my_reward_for_helping_my_classmate_pass/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf) in a patio couch with her mouth around my dick, having professed her desire to be my personal once a day free use cock worship slut.

[MF] Back when I was a PhD student, I turned a recently undergrad into my sex slave, and taught her to love being spanked.

A girl—no, now woman, unequivocally, though she’s still a girl to me, with some of those endearing habits left over from childhood that most of us, the unlucky ones, lose when we (supposedly) mature: in her case, biting her lip and casting her beautiful dark eyes to the ceiling as she considered a posed question—a woman kneels before me, her hands bound, her pert breasts thrust forward, the position revealing the contours of her ribs.

“Sir,” she whispers. “Do whatever you want to me.” I reach out and run my hand through her hair, black as pitch, dropping down to one breast as I pinch her nipple and begin to undo my belt.

How did we get here? Let me back up.

I was a PhD candidate in comparative literature a top university, one which was in the news a few years ago for student protests, and which continues to be in the news on occasion. During the tumult of the protests, many of my colleagues noted class attendance dwindling—not that they particularly minded, since most of us are farther left than even our most sincere little radicals.

[OC] my first draft The Open Book (m+f 28, oral, sex, role play, 1800s)

O was working at the bookstore on this typical Wednesday morning. She loves the smell of the fresh printed books and the smell of the old books. She was up a ladder when the bell on the door chimed to announce a visitor. It was Sir, his face lit up with joy when he saw her. His smile beamed from ear to ear. Stood upon the ladder with hair tidied up beautifully in a bun, O turned noticeably red and shy, smiling as she tried to focus on her task putting the books away. Sir approached the shelves beside her admiring more than just the books. He picked one up and opened it, “I love a good book don’t you? The way the new books take a little work to open them up. The older ones, the ones used to you reading them at your own pleasure, open up so effortlessly. So inviting with its enchanting smell” he said as he ran his fingertip down the crease of the pages. O, in a fluster with Sir’s words, dropped a book. He bent down to pick it up and handed it to her. “Thank you, Sir”, she replied in her adorable shyness. “Not a problem” he replied as he daringly ran his hand across her ankle as he walked past. O climbs down her ladder for fear she may fall. Sir makes her legs feel weak and her head feel light. She approached her boss at the store front, “may I please take a short break? I’m afraid I skipped breakfast this morning and will need to fetch something from the market”. Her boss, busy reading a book, made a hand gesture and grunt to say yes yes go on. She nodded her head and as she turned around bumped straight into Sir “I’m so terribly sorry Sir excuse me” she said taking her hands quickly off his chest. He placed the book he was admiring back on the shelf and left the store. He walked casually down the street a little to the alley that led to behind the store and to the store room out back.

i 22[f] used a mold of my boyfriend’s (best friend brother) dick on her 21[f]

To start off Me and my best friend have been friends since elementary school always together. Both of us are partially bi and have done a lot of exploring with each other in our youth, and will still occasionally have some fun and help each other out. I always had a crush on her brother since a young age and we happened to start dating each other a year ago. He doesn’t no we fool around but he knows we’re very close and I doubt he would care.

Now here’s were the good part starts I love my boyfriends dick. I think it’s perfect he’s about 7 inches and pretty girthy. I had read confessions before about getting molds of someone dick for a dildo and I decided I needed one. I asked my boyfriend about it and he loved the idea. It wasn’t long till it was bought and shipped to my house. It quickly became my favorite toy and now I hardly use anything else except my vibe.

Lisa Loses her Virginity part 01

It was early in the summer vacation, and I was enjoying the time off. I teach at an all-girls school and am blessed to see hot teen vixens every day in class. I have made it a rule never to fool around with them, even though some of them seem to be teasing me, tempting me to fuck them. I came close to fucking a student but got by the student part on a technicality. My cock started to stiffen as I recalled that time, two years ago.

School had been the usual routine, nothing too special. There were of course the hot, sexy vixens who were made for fucking and sucking. One of them, Lisa Bowles, was 18, and ready to graduate. She was very hot, 5’9″ tall, a solid 145 pounds, with luscious tits, a fabulous ass, and a nice wide set of hips. She was a green-eyed redhead, with a shoulder-length mane of light copper-colored hair, and eyes the color of jade. I am a sucker for redheads.

With Lisa in class, I spent many a time after class stroking my cock to the vision of Lisa, wondering if she was a true redhead, imagining the feel of plunging into her redheaded pussy, until my cock exploded, gushing thick ropes of spunk into a towel.

[MF] Giving Oral to a Good Christian Girl

While Jamie and I had fun and experienced sex together in many ways, she wanted to take a break. I was upset because I knew she wanted to see one of the guys at her college. Though I pleaded with her to stay she was set to find her own way and I grudgingly understood. I was the second person she had ever slept with and college is the time to experiment.

Spring semester was coming to an end and we’d be breaking for summer. Over the last few months I had connected with another freshman named Clara. She was a strawberry blonde with an outgoing personality. She always wore a cross necklace and kept her bust covered never showing cleavage. She was a practicing Christian who didn’t date or sleep around.

On a Friday night I didn’t feel like going to a party and planned to stay in my dorm. I ran into Clara after classes and we started to chat while walking back to our dorm. We lived in the same dorm where the ladies where on the first floor and guys were on the second. She asked me if I was going to any parties and I told her my plans to stay in. She said if your going to stay in you should come watch a movie with me. I said sure and we agreed I’d come to her room later that night.

I [M] am a massage therapist and love it when my recurring clients [F] start to build sexual tension, PT 5

Hi Everyone – it’s been a while, and I’ve obviously switched accounts. If any of you remember, I started writing this series under the account u/ComprehensiveNet4547 back in July, which is now deleted. I don’t have a great reason for doing so, but I got a little overwhelmed with how much attention they were getting and some people were trying to guess where I worked, and I made a rash decision to just wipe everything.

I miss writing and talking with all of you though, and quite a lot has happened since those posts, so I’ve decided to start up again. I’ve reposted the original four parts on my profile for those who want to reread in full detail. I know there probably isn’t a way to verify that it’s actually me, but hopefully you’ll recognize my writing, and well, the length of my stories.

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As a brief recap though, I’m a massage therapist who works in a small co-op on the west coast of the US. I’m very interested in the connection between mind and body, and believe that a lot of mental anxiety and stress can manifest physically. When the body is stressed and anxious, a lot of our mental energy is then put in a fight or flight state. The role of my massage is to help my clients feel better physically, but also help them see if there is a deeper reason why they are holding tension.

The amount of cum I swallowed in those first few months with my husband… [FM]

Yeah fuck it, this story is about my husband.

I’m good at giving head. I know my strengths and, in the same way I know I’m good at chess, I KNOW I give great head. In a world with so many unknowns, this I am sure of.

Most men I’ve gone down on have said I’m the best they’ve had, and yes, they mean it.

Why am I good at giving head? Practice. I inexplicably thought oral didn’t count when I was younger so I sucked my first boyfriend off A LOT. After that, it just became my favorite thing to do in bed. It’s fun to do something you’re good at.

So when I met my husband he said this REALLY weird thing. When we were still in the heavy petting phase he said he didn’t like blowjobs. That’s cool, I get it. It’s not for everyone.

However, when I finally pushed him on it, he said it felt kind of degrading. I try to be a good person, but I laughed in his face.

“Dude, you don’t have to worry about that with me.”