[FM] [D/s] 2. Facefucked: So this one time, Tony Stark slammed me into subspace.

TL/DR: Allow me to describe how Tony Stark fucked my face.

“Oh yes, my little whore,” Tony Stark sighed, relenting. “Now you can suck my dick.”

He opens his pants and his thick dick pops free. On my knees, I grab at his cock, greedily stroking it before guiding it toward my mouth.

Tony slaps my face, hard enough to rattle. I keep my gaze downturned to hide my shock and arousal.

“No hands,” he orders.

“Yes, Tony, yes, yes,” I murmur, ardently grateful for his correction. I run my hands over his thighs instead, squeezing his tight ass. I pull down his pants and draw his hips toward me with eagerness, thoroughly licking his balls and sucking each one in turn. I want to devour everything he has to offer.

Crouching on my knees, I learn every crevice of his crotch, bathing his balls and probing his bitter asshole with my curious tongue and lips. Tony steps out of his pants, arching his back to allow my mouth deeper access.

“Oh yes, that’s right. Lick my asshole,” he moans, his voice riddled with contentment, “You’re such a good little whore. I love how you lick my ass.”

The Motivator [M/F] [prost] [oral]

“You can do this, Mike. You can do this. You’re ready! You couldn’t be more ready if you tried.”

Michael Young said those words again and again as he paced restlessly in a small conference room. In just under an hour, he was scheduled for an interview that might very well determine the course of his life. He’d been busting his ass, working long hours and late nights at this company for nine years. After all that time and toil, the opportunity he’d been hoping for came along.

Six weeks ago, a new senior executive position opened in a newly-formed department. Whoever got that job wouldn’t just be taking over for some old employee who retired. They would be in a position to forge a bold new path for themselves and the company. It wouldn’t just be a promotion. It would be a clean slate with which to build a career to call his own.

Michael had been searching for that opportunity since he graduated college, having gone into debt and lived in crappy shared apartments for nearly six years. He only recently began driving a car that was less than 10 years old. Just paying off his debts wasn’t enough, though. Michael aspired to something more.

Saturday Night Vibes [F]

I sat at a desk in my room upstairs in a long T shirt and underwear, attempting to repress myself until I finished my math homework. Or likely most of it. It was a Saturday night and my parents weren’t even there to bug me about it until I inevitably waited for the last minute, but I was bored enough that I decided to get a head start. It was for a summer class that I was taking before I left for college in the fall. My best friend was on vacation so I had no one to hang out with, and that got me thinking yet again what I was going to do without her when she goes away to a different school.

It was starting to get too hot even without pants, so I took my shirt off. Not even five minutes go by until I’m absentmindedly playing with my left nipple as I solve for x with my other hand, so I decided to take a break. As I got up to move to my bed, my stomach growled. Now I’m a little annoyed, because I can’t concentrate on anything when I’m hungry, which is only slightly above horny on my body’s priority list. I ran downstairs to get ice cream. When I opened the freezer, I shivered as the cool air kissed my hot face. I took out chocolate chip mint, my favorite flavor, then plopped a large scoop onto a cone.

Me [F] and my straight and married college professor [F]

So I was a sophomore in college. And I’m gay. But I’m really girly. I wear heels, make-up, I keep long bouncy hair. I had organic chem where my instructor was a 32 year old black women. She had a banging ass body…and an phat onion booty ? and she dressed to show it. So her class was my last class of the day for MWF. I used to stay to help her carry stuff back to her office cause she was always struggling and dropping stuff. So after a while I started hanging out in her office with her while she graded papers and things like that. One day I asked her why she dressed the way she did and was she trying to catch the attention of someone ? she laughed and said no she just be getting dressed. I looked at her and before I could catch myself I said “yeah right, you know what you’re doing with all that ass” and I immediately slapped my hand over my mouth, apologizing…but she was not offended. “What you mean, all that ass??” Was her response. “Be truthful” she said. So I was like fuck it, and I told her I thought she was sexy asf and I would smash her any day. Apparently she didn’t know I was gay until I said that. I told her I was gay asf and I be looking at her every time we had class. She was shocked and whatnot. Playfully, I said something like, if you didn’t have a husband I’d give you the business. Then she goes and says, you’re a girl, it doesn’t matter that I have a husband and she just looks at me with this look for a good 30 seconds. And I’m like, “don’t play with me, prof, I’m too serious” she claps back with I’m serious too! *shhhiiiiitttttt , bet!” So we text each other all weekend being nasty I’m telling her what I would like to do to her, she asks me questions about sex with me and asks me questions about my strap on ??. I come to class Monday and have to act all nonchalant like we wasn’t texting nasty shit all weekend. We do an exam and she texts me during the exam asking if I can meet her at this motel after class… ?? i promptly text back hell yes. So after class I go to my room get my “equipment” and I head over to the room she texted to me. I get there but she isn’t even there. I called her maybe 4 times and waited a good 45 minutes before I decided to just leave. As I am putting the car seat back in position and cussing cause I’m mad asf my phone rings. It’s her and she’s like oh I’m sorry my husband was trying to get me to come home for my 3 hour break between classes. I’m tryna act all cool like I wasn’t low key pissed asf. So I say, it’s cool and that I’ll wait for her. She gets there maybe 9 minutes later and we go to the room. I like to be clean before any kind of sexual encounter so I asked her to bathe with me. During our shower I see how amazing her body is without clothes and I can’t help but touch her. To my luck, she doesn’t mind at all. I ended bathing her and then giving her head in the shower. We move to the bed where things got so much more exciting. Long story short I smashed her and she loved it. I ended up having sex with her for almost the whole semester. Her husband never found out…that I know of….

I wasn’t good today [mf] [femdom] [long]

I wasn’t good today.

Mama was not happy.I didn’t know what I did wrong at the beginning but as soon as we got to our room I understood.

As soon as the door close behind us mama told me not to move.

I was concerned from her not talking to me on the way and unhappy face and I didn’t want to upset her more. She went for her bag and told me to be silent and look in front of me.

When she finally came back she told me to open my mouth and that’s when I understood what I did wrong : she put a pacifier in my mouth. Oh my God.

This means she thought I behaved like a baby. It got me to think so fast…

Maybe I should have been more straight and less shy in our conversation… maybe I should have been quieter and not play with my hands when she was getting a phone call, trying to hold her hand..

maybe I just was not serious when she wanted me to… now I got it. Out of the bedroom mama wanted me to be more serious. I was immature and mama was telling me that. I deserved to be punished.

This just in… Part III – Why Do Bees Make Honey? [FF]

[Part I is here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8zpwo3/this_just_in_ff/)

[Part II is here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/908vya/this_just_in_part_ii_the_pizza_party_ff/)

Part III is .. uh.. look down.

Bee-cause! That was right off the dome btw.

The pizza was really good, I’d recommend that place anytime. But better than the pizza was that Jenny and I seemed to be vibing well. The sun is just setting, we’re devouring pizza, and playing this ‘I flash you, you flash me’ game. My smile is ear to ear. Oh yeah, oops – there was a bottle of wine involved as well. Maybe two. She sneezes the most horrendous sounding sneeze I’ve ever heard, and I’m dying of laughter, like tears and all. She’s laughing too, but I have actual tears running down my face. She stops laughing rather abruptly, her expression turning serious. I’m puzzled tbh. “How about I really make you cry?”, she half implies\half asks me. I’m sure she’s fucking with me, and I raise an eyebrow and attempt to finish off the remainder of the cab in my glass. Jenny grabs the glass by the stem, which is midway to my mouth. “I’m not fucking with you Jess-I-Ca”, more adamantly now. I regain dominance over my glass, throw the bitch a dirty look, and put the glass down.

[FF]ucking over my friends fiancé part 2

Thanks for your patience guys, with no ado here’s the second half!

Both of us breathless, Jane crawled up my body and lay next to me, her face glistening slightly with my cum. As I watched her wipe her mouth with the back of her hand I realised how much I had wanted this to happen, some petty repayment for our schooldays when I always had to be second to her. Pausing to catch our breath I rolled on top of her straddling her waist. Leaning down and kissing her flushed face before sitting back “How was it?” I asked “Worth the wait?” She blushed and looked away, refusing to meet my gaze as she mumbled her response “It was nice.” She said weakly. I smirked and got off of her and sat on the edge of the bed slipping my hand up her dress and feeling her sodden panties “Just nice?” I teased and not waiting for a response pulled down the top of her dress revealing her massive mom breasts.

I did it, I fucked my MILF-y former professor. [MF]

First time long time. I’m not much of a writer so I mostly just want to share the experience. Prof. L is the definition of getting finer as you age. She has a sexy librarian look to her. She is tall, 5’11, 42 years old. She is around 145lbs, slim but in good shape. She has a nice ass that is noticeable through the looser pants that she wears. Glasses. She rocks the half messy half neat up-in-a-bun look that can drive some of us wild. She is one time divorced with a daughter, so a single mom. She is intelligent and experienced, as she’s worked across the country and overseas. She is also funny. Just about perfect.

I’m about the same height as her, so we pretty much look at each other eye to eye when we talk. Im 19 so I had her for one semester last year, freshman year, late August to early December. She definitely caught me looking at her cleavage at times. I’ll be honest, I’m pretty bad at understanding cup size. I don’t know hers so I won’t guess, but I think the closest similarity would be India Summers (mostly because that’s the first name in my mind but they’re very similar). Not big, but not small. They look exactly like hers.

Shiver down my spine. [MF] [Str8] [Kinda vanilla?] Repost of my own OC 1yr ago. Conclusion in the comments.

Cross posted @ r/Erotica

Written over two lunch breaks. I’m always horny at lunch time… go figure. ;)

Hope you folks enjoy reading it as much as I did writing. Based on a semi-real event. I took some liberties with the details.

Feedback is very much encouraged. I hate posting these things and only getting tumbleweeds as a response. I’d like to know if I’m any good at this stuff. Ya know?

Feel free to ask questions etc…

We hadn’t seen each other for years, but our chats on the internet as of late have been getting kind of, well… steamy. Nothing specifically overt, but suggestive and sultry, and just really hot. Oh how I revel in the wonderful age of social media.

So I’m a little nervous. We’ve been talking about seeing each other for a while, but it’s a long distance thing now. She only comes into town once in a while to see family. This visit though she says she has some time. We’re going to meet at the boardwalk on the beach.

It’s sunny and warm, just on the edge of hot but not quite. Enough to make you sweat a little, but it feels good when the breeze kicks in.

Tired of Waiting

PART 1

Nate entered the lounge area, and instantly his vision became clouded by a misty, red haze. He blinked for a second, struggling to make his mind understand what he was seeing, but his inner beast recognized the scene instantly. It snarled, a fierce, piercing sound of animal fury and clawed within Nate with a mad desire to be free. Nate was momentarily disoriented by the intensity of his beast’s bloodlust, which hit him with the force of a freight train. He staggered physically and took a deep, ragged breath. The beast was a part of him, but it was Nate, the man, who ruled. With a conscious effort of his indomitable will, he was able to slowly assert control over his beast. A tremendous mental pressure was required for Nate to once again establish himself as the master. His inner beast quieted with a low, warning growl, and Nate forced himself to minutely relax. Although currently subdued from its lethal violence, his beast lounged gracefully on his haunches while he waited for Nate to act. It was a deceptive calm, because Nate could sense that, with its muscles bunched tight and its canines slightly protruded, its fury was still barely contained. His inner beast was tense and ready to pounce at a moment’s notice.