Both are hard at work again and have to fight the urge to not walk around the corner and walk straight to your desk and quickly swivel your chair around and “arrrrgggghhhh” I scream as a puzzled Gina stares at me and with a filthy smirk she says “give me that large black cock and let me suck your balls clean” my eyes widen and I shriek. I wake up with a sigh of relief, sweat right throughout my sheets. “A fucking nightmare” I mumble to myself as I lazily look at the alarm clock. It takes awhile to focus to see the red digital numbers flicker. I am late again. I am out the door, toast in hand and spraying the latest trend on my torso. A sweet fragrance fills the small enclosure of my car which I annoyingly taste as I reverse out of the drive.. The cackle of laughter makes me grin at the lights. A radio presenter makes an tasteless joke pulling his co-presenters into fits of laughter. I yawn as the lights seem to take an age. I drift again as I have vivid memories of a steamy sex romp. The view of stroking my brown concrete cock back and forth. Your eyes latched on the perverted entertainment that is happening right between your legs . I recall hearing “I could watch you do that all day”. I remember rubbing your already pulsating clit with circular motions and pumping my cock until I erupt violently. A stream of creamy liquid splash on your stomach and your breasts. I remember your eyes widening with a grin as a squirt of cum goes astray into your hair. A loud horn comes from behind which jolts me into reality again. I look into the rear view. A bald bushy browed mam is signaling me to go in an aggressive manner, finger pointing and I make out his lips which I interpret as I better go now. I feel a wet stickiness in my groin area. I adjust a bulge in my jeans as it appears that a something wants to free itself from its restraints.
Tag: Straight
My G[F] had the strongest anal orgasm of her life so I let her peg me [M]
Fairness in everything has always mattered to me very much, so when my GF let me use her ass as I pleased, I felt it was only fair that I fulfilled her pegging desires and let her use my ass as well, but we’ll get to that, first let’s start with her…
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My 28M GF /u/upnovagal1111 (28F) has an incredible mind, body and soul. She’s a truly beautiful compact succubus at 5’4” with rich 32D tits and a delicious plump ass. Even better still, her ability to cum from solely nipple, clitoral, vaginal or anal stimulation consistently amazes me. She is by far the most sexually open and adventurous person I’ve ever met, and I love her in every way imaginable.
When I discovered she was interested in anal, I was extremely intrigued. With previous women in the past I felt like anal was something they did just because they knew men liked it, not because it was something they truly enjoyed. But with /u/upnovagal1111 things are very different, she truly *loves* anal and can orgasm consistently from anal penetration alone – something I’ve never experienced before.
The Pleasure Wife [20F/30M] [King/Servant] [Noncon] [Oral] [Humiliation]
*All characters are over the age of 18*
*If you like this story, please consider checking out my others on GumRoad and Kindle. Enjoy!*
The tavern was full that night, loud with celebration and relief. Huge steins of beer were passed around while, froth spilling over the sides while people laughed and toasted.
“Amelia!” a patron shouted my name from the bar. “Another!”
Filling an empty stein, I shouted back over the noise.
“The whole village is here tonight!”
“Well, of course,” he grinned back at me, a few teeth missing. “The King is dead!”
With that, the rest of the tavern cheered. Amongst all the chaos, I spotted someone not quite as cheerful.
A lone man sat at the bar, a whiskey in hand. His hood was pulled up over his head and a long, inky black cloak covered his body, leaving little to identify him. I narrowed my eyes. The village was getting by but no one from around here had the money for a fabric like the velvet draped over his shoulders.
“You new?” I asked him, suspicious but attempting to disguise it by casually wiping a glass.
(32)[F] – (22)[M] Intern at work – Nothing But Paint
Sorry for the delay! Was a busy weekend. These are the continuation of the events that happened more than a month ago.
This picks up from where the previous part left off. You can read Part 23 [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/xvq6sb/32f_22m_intern_at_work_the_girlfriend_dilemma/)
**Part 24 is below**
I was in a daze as we got into my car and I started driving us to the nightclub which was about 20 mins away. I could barely keep my eyes on the road as Eric’s fingers were caressing my bare thigh just below the hem of my extremely short skirt. His hands would occasionally creep a little higher and closer to my inner thigh. I held my breath and my body went taut with anticipation, but his fingers would reverse course much to my disappointment. He was thoroughly enjoying teasing me. He slipped his fingers just barely under the hem of the skirt a couple of times but never went any higher. Words were totally unnecessary to convey how turned on I was as we drove in silence. I had pretty much soaked my lacy g-string by the time we reached the night club and parked nearby.
Well Researched (M4F, NSFW, Fantasy by Request)
It’s the Friday evenings I enjoy most, work is done for the week, and after I wrap up a good workout at the gym my plans to relax can finally come to fruition. What comes as a surprise to most who know me is the fact that my weekly routine includes spending a lot of my weekend at Barnes and Noble. The solace of a good book among the thousands available offers the capability to lose myself, so off I head in a near rush so I can let it all go. The barista practically knows me by my drink; not that its hard being a stiff black coffee and all, but it’s the second one that I enjoy toying her emotions around a bit as I decide between green or red tea. Even with all the extreme excitement of the second drink choice, I’ve usually powered my way sufficiently through a book to the point to know whether I am taking it home and then moving on to find another. Sometimes, I end up finding one that I cannot seem to put down no mater how hard I try. They know me here; well mostly, so its cool.
The Fucks That Made Me – Part 1 [F19/M19][Oral][Blue Balled][Series]
Hello, dear reader.
This is set, now, to be a recounting, homage, and tribute to all of the women who fucked the motivation into me over the years. Each blowjob, handjob, titjob, mirror pic, makeout, and creampie has eternally pushed me to be the best that I can be. You see, I’ve never been much of a motivated self-starter; I need the payoff, I need that promise at the end of the road.
I found that promise, years ago, and it came in the form of a woman. Well, not just one, I suppose. All of them.
Every single one of them thrilled me, capturing my imagination in a way that I never could wrestle away from. Everything about them drove me daily to the brink of desire. I don’t mind if that’s a bit predictable; it’s how things are for me, and it’s what’s given me the strength to push for the life I’m building for myself.
As I do hope to make this the first of a series commemorating my every thrill, we might as well start from the beginning. We’ll start with the first. We’ll start with J.
Went to my friend’s house for the first time, and his mom wanted to get to know me [M19/F40s] [milf] [handjob] [milking]
I meet Martin Bricca at work, stocking shelves overnight at the grocery store, and he’s cool. We work while everyone else sleeps, a perfect job for night owls like us. We play the same music over the store PA, talking about shows we’ve both watched, games we’ve both played. He’s the same as me, a recent graduate into the world of adulthood, but still living at his family home, and with no idea what he’s doing with his life.
So a few weeks into working with him, when he asks me to come over to his house to hang out, obviously the answer is yes.
The next night, after eating dinner with my dad and brother — my breakfast — I drive over to Martin’s, a quiet suburban neighborhood, an unremarkable ranch-style house. I reach to knock on the front door, but it swings open before my knuckles land. And I gasp.
A cute girl’s standing there, thin white t-shirt and underwear and nothing else. “What do you want?”
“Gemma!” someone shouts from farther inside, “Put some clothes on! It’s Martin’s friend.”
From Neighbor to Summertime Fling (Part 6) [F/M 30s][Cheating][Long Read][Multiple Chapters][Masturbation][Gentle Dom]
Part 6 of the saga continues. Sorry took so long for this next update, thanks for all the messages and patience. If anyone else knows where I can post my stories for others, please shoot me a message. To read chapters 1-5 [click here](https://www.reddit.com/user/Different_Networks/comments/xohw6q/here_is_a_link_to_all_my_stories/)
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It was only Monday and the sun had barely come up. Marc would not be back home until Wednesday, Thursday, or even worse, Friday. By then his wife and the entire crew would have returned home, severely increasing the risk of getting caught if Carrie or Marc attempted to continue sneaking around in front of multiple sets of new eyes. She remained in the bed, still scantily clad in her sexiest red outfit, flashing back through the latest event and running a finger over the circular cool damp spot on his bed. Carrie put her head on his pillow, taking in all of the lingering scents of the sex filled room with a smile and feeling she could not let go of yet. Having only had about four hours of sleep, she just closed her eyes a moment, wrapping up in his warm covers before doing the chore she hated the most, washing sheets.
[FM] – Helena’s Horny Halloween House – [femdom][rough][spanking][pegging][fingering][prostate stimulation][facesitting][sex worker][professional domme][big tits][BDSM]
As I shakily applied shaving cream to my face, I wondered if it was too late to call my bank and report that credit card purchase as fraudulent. Sure, I had been the one to type in the numbers, but I wasn’t exactly thinking coherently. If you wouldn’t be allowed to operate heavy machinery while in my state, there should also be some regulation against 2AM purchases of over five-hundred dollars.
With a boozy brain, I had enthusiastically agreed to Halloween plans with an old college buddy. He linked me to a flashy, password-protected website that featured photos of two very gorgeous women donned in gothic garb. I clicked through some photos of the exhibition and saw that it was a lurid take on a haunted house experience. Allegedly, the home itself was haunted with spirits from the nineteenth century. The page promised a night crafted for the ultimate horny thrill seeker, the squeamish and prudish warned to stay far away. The details of the evening’s festivities were vague at best, only providing coy bios of the group of go-go performers that were hosting the event. They were to guide individual guests through the house, acting as our guides, perhaps. As I scrolled the dancers, I fixated on one in particular, Helena, a petite and curvy brunette with a cherub face. She looked more dangerous than the rest, her dramatic, stormy eyes projecting through the screen and into my soul. I assumed there would be plenty of dancing during the performances, and I would love to see how she moved her body. If I was going to assign a partner to myself, it would absolutely be her.
I fulfilled my neighbour’s Princess Leia fantasy [FM]
I was coming home from a Halloween party fairly buzzed. It had been a very fun night of dancing, and I had absolutely rocked my costume. I went as Slave Leia, and I was very proud of myself. Both for pulling it off, and having the confidence to walk around that exposed the entire night. Somehow it felt a lot naughtier than a bikini on the beach despite the fact that it was technically more fabric.
As I walked to the front door of my building, a whistle caught my attention from above. I looked up to see my 2nd floor neighbour leaning over the railing of his balcony to look at me. Given the top-down perspective, I’m sure he had quite the view. We’ll call him Darius for the sake of this story. He was a black guy in his thirties, very tall, and very muscular. I would seriously not have been surprised if Darius went to the gym a second time some days, just for posterity. He and I had a very flirtatious relationship. I had caught him staring at my ass in biker shorts shortly after moving in, and he had been confident enough to fully admit that he found me attractive when I called him out on it.