Tag: Porn

I love wearing his cum in public after he uses all my holes! [MF]

I am an incredibly lucky slut! Always wet, always down to fuck, and I’d never found a guy who could keep up with me until [/u/AnotherBadChoice](https://www.reddit.com/user/AnotherBadChoice) took me in hand as his property. Under his tutelage, I’ve explored my sexual potential and widened my horizons (so to speak). I’ve written all about how he took me as his property and groomed me to serve him.

The last time I saw my Sir in person, he used me throughly, bringing me around to a gloryhole on our last day so I could suck a few cocks and get drenched in strangers’ cum before I left. That was day 3, and I did promise to write about the rest of our fun, so here goes…

**Day 1**

If he’s planning to use me, I make myself ready early and stay that way. This was a travel day, but I made sure my pussy was fully waxed, my nails were manicured, and my clothes were appropriately slutty before I ever rolled up to the hotel. He’s been known to arrive early, and I don’t want to waste quality play time, so I arrive fully prepared to serve. Read more »

I have been doing scat sex with my boyfriend. It’s revolting and mortifying if my friends or family found out [MF]

I have been dating this older guy named Rick for a year. I’m currently in graduate school and don’t make a lot of money. He moved me into his condo and he basically is supporting me until I finish my masters program. I have two semesters left.

Because of this, I felt it was my duty to please him when he told me he was into really kinky sex. At first it was just run of the mill BDSM stuff like whips, chains, collar/leash, denying orgasms, etc. He enjoyed being a dom and preferred that I was a sub which I actually enjoyed.

Then he started to get me into rimming which I didn’t like at first but I dealt with it as long as his ass was clean. Then around mid June, he came home from the gym and forced me to rim his sweaty gross asshole. I felt sick but I did it because I had no choice.

A few days after that, he called me into the bathroom and told me to suck his dick while he was pooping on the toilet. He told me it would turn him on. I thought it was gross but I did it anyway. After he finished pooping, he forced me to lick his shitty asshole clean. It was revolting. Read more »

Any cock will do for this little slut [M/F] [humiliation]

in Pete’s bed I couldn’t help but think what a slut I was.

What a dirtly little slut. There was no better way to say it. How else would you explain a hot 18 year old girl in bed with a 25 year old obese nerd, still living with his parents.

I don’t want to be mean, Pete was always a good friend. But that was just it, a friend. I never would have said I was attracted to him – I still wouldn’t And trust me, I would not admit to this to anyone.

But something about the the quiet hum of his fan, laying next to him on his bed, just watching a movie on his laptop was relaxing.
Then he put his hand on my back and gently started rubbing it – completely friendly and platonic, it felt great. I closed my eyes and just enjoyed the sweet touch of a dear friend.

How was he supposed to know that massages are my weakness? I’m sure it started off innocent enough in his mind… or did it? Read more »

Red Siren [MMMF][anal][nc] Warning:Violence, lots of it.

Warning: This **work of fiction** features dark themes, death, and violent non-consensual sex. Mods, please let me know if there’s another subreddit appropriate for this.

Length: 4,300 words

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The warehouse smelled like fish. I fucking *hated* fish. “Christ, Marko. Couldn’t you find a place that didn’t stink?” My voice echoed loudly, bouncing off of the bare walls and floor.

Marko didn’t even look at me, just kept on sucking on his cig. He looked out of place in the middle of the run down space, with his fancy three piece suit bulging to contain his fat rolls. He liked to think of himself as a modern Don Carleone, but I always thought he looked more like the Polish cousin of Al Capone.

“I don’t even know why you had to have me here. I’m your accountant, for fuck’s sake. I handle your money, but I’m absolutely not interested in seeing how you make it. And you know I have to take that call in an hour. I should be in the office. God fucking dammit, I think I just stepped on rat shit.” Read more »

Losing my virginity to an Irish escort [MF]

**Setting the scene**

I’ve always been a reserved and shy boy, and found myself beginning my final undergraduate year at university without ever so much as having held a girl’s hand. As my anxiety and depression improved, I made a promise to myself that I was going to lose my virginity that year. Various blundering attempts on Tinder and Bumble followed, a few disastrous first dates that make me cringe even writing this. Gradually, the idea of paying for it, something I’d always joked about, became more serious in my mind. After my Tinder profile was discovered and mocked by someone I know irl (and who I thought of as a friend) I decided I was done with that, and was going to take a more practical approach to my problem. Read more »

My First Time [FM]

The day after [my encounter with Joe](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9bfwc6/a_few_of_my_firsts_fm/) was among the most nerve wracking days of school I’d ever had. Not finals, not pop quizzes, just a simple day of practicing to march in for graduation. Simple, right? The problem was, even though Joe was there, he wouldn’t look at me. When I met up with my usual group of friends that morning, he just mumbled a hello and focused on his breakfast. When the bell rang, he was the first to shoot off to wherever he had to be. When all the graduating seniors met up for marching practice, he just took his place in line and kept quiet, instead of joining the rest of us off to the side, joking about how stupid it was to build two days into the schedule to learn how to walk properly. I really, truly thought I had messed up our friendship forever. To my eighteen year old mind, it was the end of the world. Read more »

A Few Of My Firsts [FM]

I was a good girl all the way up through high school. Straight A’s, I never got into trouble, I always did as I was told, but, unknown to my parents, I’d gotten pretty heavily into watching porn. Watching the women sucking and fucking on the screen in my bedroom was the height of sexiness to me, and I, a virgin, knew beyond the shadow of a doubt that I 100% needed to get fucked.

Unfortunately, I hung out with a bunch of hopeless virgins like me, and I knew that the only way they managed to talk to me at all was to not view me as a sexual figure at all. Baggy clothes and no makeup only helped/hurt, I know, but I liked their company. Had I just whipped my tits out and announced my pussy open for business, I knew they would all run for the hills, so I did what I had to do to keep the friends I wanted. Graduation was only days away, though, and while I could have just walked into school with a tight top on and batted my eyes at some jock, I wanted something a little more personal. Read more »

You Don’t Pluck The Ones You Love

[MFF]

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I met Starling while my buddy lived with this girl Anna. The two girls shared a dormroom in college, so they acted like they’d known each other forever. My buddy was already out of the picture when Starling visited again, so that meant just the three of us. We barhopped the first night, and Starling and I fooled around some after Anna passed out. She had the bedroom, and we split the couch, but it wasn’t very comfortable. I assumed the two of them talked, because Anna told us at breakfast the bed was ours that night.

“Can it be ours today too?” Starling and Anna burst out laughing.

Anna rolled up the weekly she was reading and mimed popping me on the nose. “Down boy!”

“And just what do you think would happen if it was?” Starling whispered loud enough for Anna to hear, with a plucky flick of her eyebrows.

“Do I have to say it?” I asked. Starling just looked at me with her small crooked smile. I leaned in theatrically and made sure no one could overhear us. The two of them leaned closer. “There’s only one thing that would completely satisfy me right now…” I paused. Read more »

[fM] I met an older man online…

For or better or worse, the girls of my generation have had a much easier path to becoming “bad girls.” The internet has made it much easier to meet guys for dating—but it’s also easier for a random hook up, if that’s your sort of thing. For reasons I now forget I made the unfortunate choice of going to a college where the overwhelming majority of students were female, so it’s no surprise that I discovered cybersex during the first month of my freshman year back in 2000. My options were pretty limited, and I wasn’t interested in going dyke—though it made for some experimentation.
To be honest, even if I’d been at a school where the guys outnumbered the girls, I probably wouldn’t have been too interested. I’d had my fill of boys my own age when I was still in high school. Most of the guys at my school were only interested in cute, petite cheerleader types or trashy blondes who wanted to be centerfolds when they grew up. That didn’t describe me at all. I was never the Junior Miss America type. Read more »

A Sexy Science Experiment [MF] [prost] [sci-fi]

It was another cold, dreary night on the outskirts of Centerfield University. For most people, it was a perfect excuse to stay indoors, curl up on the touch, and binge watch whatever shows made them forget how cold they were. For Kelly “Roxy” Rindle, those nights had a different meaning. They usually meant she was going to be busy.

“Another storm, another city full of lonely men,” Kelly sighed as she entered a hotel less than an hour after sunset. “I need to start charging a higher premium.”

Making her way through a mostly-empty lobby, not even making eye-contact with the receptionist at the desk, she slipped into the nearest bathroom to fix her appearance. Wearing a heavy coat that covered a low-hanging halter top and skin-tight black pants, Kelly took a moment to recover from the blistering cold. She also had to re-apply her makeup, brush her hair, and apply her lip balm. As an independent escort, she had a brand to maintain.

“I should charge extra for the makeup I have to buy,” Kelly said to her reflection in the mirror. “I’m sure that discount store on campus knows girls like me need it.” Read more »