Tag: Straight

[M]y Wi[F]e Lucy and the Morning A[F]ter.

[The Night Before](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7zk78s/my_wife_lucy_and_i_fuck_our_redheaded_sex_slave/)

Sorry for the delay, works and life has been crazy

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I awoke the next morning to find Lucy cuddled into me as normal, but Siobhan had left us. I gently got up as not to wake Lucy and headed for the toilet, with my morning wood pitching a large tent in my boxers. I opened the door of the bathroom to find Siobhan standing infront of the mirror, admiring her bruises from last night. Her smile turned to a frown when she turned to see me standing in the door way, “Lucy said I could wake you up with a good morning blowjob” she explained. My heart dropped at the thought of missing out on that as Siobhan walked past me and out the door. When I returned to the bedroom Lucy was just waking up, “is it over already? Did he like his surprise?” She questioned. Siobhan then explained that I woke up before she could try, to which Lucy said “let’s move straight to plan B then” with a cheeky smile on her face. She told me the fetch her strap-on from the box of toys and I swiftly got it for her, “nah uh” she nodded as I handed it to her. Siobhan stood beside me with her hands raised out to grab the strap-on, “Siobhan what’s to fulfil another of her fantasies” Lucy explained. “Who am I to deny a girl her fantasy” I said as I joined them on the bed. Read more »

Millie can’t stop thinking about her brother

Millie is my actual ex girlfriend, see [a true story about her here.](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7pgbeg/angry_fucking_my_ex_in_the_park_next_to_her_house/) While she never admitted it, this is what I imagine went on in her head:

You hadn’t really thought about it before I said something about it. It certainly caught you off guard. “Have you ever thought about your brother?” What a weird thing for me to have asked about. It does make you remember that boy, that kid whose father your mom dated briefly. You remember how attracted you were to him; how, as a young teen, you would fantasize about what would happen when left to your own devices. Its not like that was a novel concept, you closed your eyes and imagined what different boys’ cocks would look like all the time. But there was something especially taboo about him though, something so wrong just because he could become your step-brother, and you remember how much harder you would cum when you thought about him. Read more »

From Yoga With Love [MF] [LONG]

Yesterday, my work took our team on an away day in South London. It was a yoga and meditation day, designed to get us thinking differently for a creative brief we had coming up. At first I was skeptical, but I have to say it really did get us thinking differently. We did some great work…but more importantly I got laid after.

So there’s a girl on our team called Holly, who’s only been with us for about two months. She’s got dark brown shoulder-length hair and deep blue eyes, and she has this adorable way of flicking up one side of her mouth when she finds something amusing. I’d say I was the one in the team that makes an effort with new people, tries to make them comfortable, so we’d been talking a lot and flirting a bit since she arrived. My industry is very lovey-dovey, and flirting in the workplace is not uncommon at all. Read more »

[T]hat Date Where I Sat On a Guy’s Dick While Watching a Movie [TM]

Hey guys! Short story today about my date last weekend. Just a heads up for you new folks, I’m an Asian Transgendered Woman who is 5’1-ish and 110 lbs (I gained winter weight D:) Be sure to check out my profile for how I look and previous stories blah blah blah :)

So I’ve been seeing this guy I met on a dating app casually and he’s pretty sexy. He’s mixed Mexican and White, 20 years old and has a bod for me to drool over for sure (that six-pack >_<). Other than that he’s kinda boring to be honest. Oh and he also has a 4 year old son so there’s that too…

I’ve noticed mostly younger guys have been the ones to hit on me since I moved here. Back in Cali, most of the men who courted me where much older than me. Strange, but I’ve always been super open to dating any kind of guy. You never know what you’ll like until you try them right? Read more »

[MF] My Man Made Me Do the Mall Challenge (x-post from r/StupidSlutsClub)

My man is also on Reddit and loves it when I post, I don’t hide anything from him. He also likes to come to this sub and read everyone’s stories. We were laying in bed yesterday well into to the late morning hours just being lazy and playing on our phones. He lowered his and told me I hadn’t added anything to SSC in a while. I told him we hadn’t done anything that would warrant a story there. He said we need to change that.

Before I really had a chance to ask what he had in mind, he was between my legs licking my pussy. He alternated between licking me and fucking me, but never letting me cum. He knows how to manipulate me into agreeing to whatever his dirty little mind has in store for me. After he had me all lathered up, he said he thinks I should do the mall challenge. That sort of adventure is not my type of thing. I’m not usually one for random acts with strangers (though it has happened before) and I don’t have much “game” when it comes to guys. My tits have always had the guys come start conversations etc with me, so I’ve never developed the talent. Seeing my reluctance, he goes back to licking and fucking me and finally gets me to agree to give it a try. Read more »

Morning teA

I’m sitting on the couch reading a book while drinking my morning tea, when you walk out of your room. You come out wearing tight black yoga pants and a tanktop. THe pants are so tight I can see the outline of your pussy and as you turn around your luscious ass just stares me in the face. You turn your head to see if I am looking at your ass,and as expected I can’t keep my eyes off of it. I’m completely distracted from everything else and I am just zoned in, watching every inch, and with every little jiggle more blood rushes from my head to my cock. You let out a sly smile and bend over pretending to pick something off the floor. At this point I’m not just distracted, I have a raging boner. My cock fully erect, and there is only one thought on my mind. I reach down into my gym shorts and under my boxers for my huge cock under the blanket wondering if you’d notice. You turn around and tear off your top. Your perfect boobs in my face so I can hold your back and pull you towards me while i suck on them. I’m getting harder by the second, my dick is barely contained in my shorts at this point, and I move up to bite under your ear and kiss your neck. You reach under the blanket and feel for my cock; It’s like reaching for a rock. You gasp upon the first graze realizing how hard you make me, and you slowly slide down to your knees. You peel back my shorts ever so carefully like you are unwrapping a present, one layer at a time. FInally you get down to my cock, throbbing, just waiting for you to take it in. Slowly you cup my balls and work your tongue all the way up the shaft and around the head. I’m already so wet your tongue just glides across and around, and around. I am in absolute bliss right now and you can tell. You pull back your hair and wrap your lips around the head of my cock, and then down, and further and further until your nose is against my body. While I’m inside you I can feel your tongue moving back and forth making the urge to come even greater. You keep moving up and down, I feel your tits grazing against me as I play with them, and I lose it. My dick erupts, pulsing cum straight down your throat like a neverending fountain. You take it all, and lick your lips after to make sure you got every last drop. You raise off your knees and I start to kiss you down your neck, to your hips, going back up, sucking your boobs. My hands graze against your sides and I move your hot yoga pants down to your ankles. As I move my head down you push me further and further. On my first lick of your clit you squirm, it feels so good, so intense. You’re holding my head down harder and harder after each lick, it feels like you’re trying to drown me in your pussy, but I love it. I go up and down, alternating between long hard licks, and going across. I glide a couple fingers inside of you and push down adding another sensation. Your breathing starts to get short and I can tell you need to cum. I move my hands up the side of your body and play with your nipples while I continue to lick you up and down as hard as I can. At this point your hands are forced on my head, I can’t move at all. Each breath is shorter than the last, and then your knees raise up, I know it’s coming. You let out a huge moan and begin to ease your grip as I can taste your orgasm. It makes me so hard knowing I can do that to you, as you keep squirming with your eyes closed. I can’t wait to do it again

[MF] Not Just Another Day at School II

(They say we people think about sex every 7th seconds, more than 500 times per hour, and more than 8.000 times in the 16 hours we averagely spent awake. And this is with the exclusion of what you dream of. These 2 stories is a dedication to all those thousands of people with mutual sexual feelings you will encounter doing your life but never acts upon)

2) Her

I walked steadily through the hallway, preaching my good mornings as I passed fellow colleagues and students. I was in good time. I always was. The following night I had slept badly, or well. I had slept really well, but it had shaken me how my mind could wander. I knew my position I was a loving wife and a celebrated teacher. And the worst death sin I could possibly commit I did. Not that I was in control of it, you can’t control your dreams. At least that’s what I told excused myself with. The reality was that I thought about him while I was awake too. I thought about him when my husband made love to me, and when he entered me I imagined it was him, my student, my secret fetish, my nympho. But as I walked in the door there was only the empty crowd. “Late again,” I thought to myself. Read more »

[MF] Not Just Another Day at School I

(They say we people think about sex every 7th seconds, more than 500 times per hour, and more than 8.000 times in the 16 hours we averagely spent awake. And this is with the exclusion of what you dream of. These 2 stories is a dedication to all those thousands of people with mutual sexual feelings you will encounter doing your life but never acts upon)

1) Him Read more »

Shoe Slut – Chapter 4 [MF][Fsub][BDSM]

I really thought I could make it. It had been months since I had last spoken to Bill and I had vowed never to speak to him again. I couldn’t stand what he had done to me, the disgusting whore that he had turned me into. I had lost myself in the thrill, the passion, the filth. I knew that I couldn’t continue with Bill this way and I tried so hard to forget how he made me feel. I did everything in my power to avoid any reminders of both Bill and my shoes. I walked six blocks out of my way on my way to work every day to avoid Saks Fifth Avenue. I refused to go shopping with my girlfriends so I wouldn’t have to pass Neiman Marcus. I stopped wearing my Louboutins that Bill had bought for me. I just couldn’t look at them without feeling used and sick. But, the feeling had been building up over the last few days. A feeling of boredom, of desire. I felt like something was missing, like the spark of happiness in my life had faded and died. I wanted that passion, that fun. I wanted to wear my shoes and walk down the street showing them off. I wanted to be that shoe slut. Read more »

Shoe Slut – Chapter 4 [MF][BDSM]

I really thought I could make it. It had been months since I had last spoken to Bill and I had vowed never to speak to him again. I couldn’t stand what he had done to me, the disgusting whore that he had turned me into. I had lost myself in the thrill, the passion, the filth. I knew that I couldn’t continue with Bill this way and I tried so hard to forget how he made me feel. I did everything in my power to avoid any reminders of both Bill and my shoes. I walked six blocks out of my way on my way to work every day to avoid Saks Fifth Avenue. I refused to go shopping with my girlfriends so I wouldn’t have to pass Neiman Marcus. I stopped wearing my Louboutins that Bill had bought for me. I just couldn’t look at them without feeling used and sick. But, the feeling had been building up over the last few days. A feeling of boredom, of desire. I felt like something was missing, like the spark of happiness in my life had faded and died. I wanted that passion, that fun. I wanted to wear my shoes and walk down the street showing them off. I wanted to be that shoe slut. Read more »