Needy as fuck

*this was originally written for audio and done full and sexy justice by another contributor; not sure whether the text version works at all, definitely not as powerful.*

You’ve got that feeling again, haven’t you? You’ve always got that feeling, you fucking little slut.

You’re insatiable. Checking out men on the street. Imagining what their cock would feel like inside you, their mouth on your cunt. And women too. I know you say you’re straight, but straight girls don’t rub their clits imagining going down in other women. They don’t send me desparate, needy little messages about how badly they need to cum.

You’re not straight. You’re not bi either. You’re just – what’s the word? Dirty. You’re a dirty, desperate little bitch.

Say it. Say it now. Go on. I won’t carry on talking otherwise. Say it aloud. “I’m a dirty, desperate little bitch.”

Good girl. That wasn’t so hard, was it?

And yes, I know. I know your nipples are all stiff, your pussy lips all swollen. Your clit all hard. You’d let anyone lick and suck it right now, wouldn’t you? Anyone at all. You’re such a filthy little slag.

My (M30’s) boss (F30’s) said she’d fuck whoever fixed this thing at work so I took her up on that

“Hey, boss, you have a minute?”

“One sec, but come on in.”

I slipped in to the office, quietly closing the door behind me. Jenny glared at the screen, typed out something with a definite air of finality, and clicked send before spinning around with an exasperated look.

“That useless director was ‘reminding’ me, again, to finish that process eval. I ‘reminded’ him, *again*, that we finished the process eval three months ago and sent it to him for review. Ugh. Anyway, what’s up?”

I’d been thinking about this moment for a while, but it was different having her face *there*, not just imagined.

“Well, Jens, if you check our team folder, you’ll find something new.”

She raised an eyebrow, waiting for more, but I just grinned and spread my hands. She snorted and spinned back to her computer. “Alright, Mikey, we’ll play it your way. Let’s go see what this special-*whAT?*”

It was everything I hoped for. The little half-screech, the slack-jawed expression, the scooch forward to stare closer as if she couldn’t believe her eyes.

“Oh my god, Mike, you *did it?!?”*

I kept grinning, and gave a flamboyant bow from my seat.

How My Little Brother Ended Up Raising My Child [MF] [Cheating] [Long]

I cursed under my breath when I saw her come out of their room in the middle of the night wearing those boy shorts underwear and a tshirt short enough to show just a hint of skin.

She looked a little embarrassed when she saw me, she must have forgotten I keep odd hours because of my job. But instead of stepping back into their room to put on more clothes she just smiled and waved sleepily.

“I’m just grabbing a glass of water,” she whispered, obviously trying to not wake Samual, my brother.

I didn’t even say anything. Of all the things running through my head, none of them could be said out loud.

Three weeks. It had been three long weeks of the two of them living in my house. They’d decided to move to the city and needed a place to stay while house hunting. Of course I said they could stay with me – he’s my brother after all.

But I hadn’t considered what it would be like having *her* stay with me.

[MF] Finding my first cumslut in my final year at uni (Part 4)

TL;DR During my final year at uni, I spent most of my time fucking one of my course mates who I’d been close to for years and I’d never know how big of a cumslut she was. Part 4 is just after being apart from each other for 4 weeks over Christmas and the sexy surprise she had for me.

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ugr5pw/mf_finding_my_first_cumslut_in_my_final_year_at/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share)

[Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ui7st1/mf_finding_my_first_cumslut_in_my_final_year_at/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share)

[Part 3](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ultfub/mf_finding_my_first_cumslut_in_my_final_year_at/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share)

If you’ve read all the other parts to this story, firstly thank you, I’m glad you keep coming back. Secondly you will know that most of our sexual encounters were me taking control with her riding me every now and then, even when she was giving me blowjobs I was fucking her mouth and controlling the speed of which she was sucking my cock. I jokingly said over messages that I’d love it if she was more dominant with me, we just laughed about it cause we knew the dynamic of your relationship quite well and I knew she got off on being used and I loved using her.

Falling For A Sissy [M32/F24] [Romance] [Sissy] [Deep Throat] [Anal]

Like most other people on our planet I have to go grocery shopping from time to time. It just has do be done. Not that I love doing it, but well, one thing that I like even less is starving. Or running out of snacks while hanging out in front of my TV.

To prevent such accidents from happening I headed into the grocery store not far away from the place I was living in. About two times a week, sometimes even three. Because stupid me tends to forget buying non essential stuff like canned tomatoes when planing to cook some pasta with tomato sauce.

I normally go grocery shopping on Tuesday and Fridays, always after work. I take a huge bag with me and on my way home I get some food supplies. But when I am on vacation, or when I have days off, I do my shopping in the late morning hours. Because there are by far less people are in the store and it makes grocery shopping a much more relaxing experience.

This weekend just gone I [39f married] had a threesome with a couple [27m] [27f] that went very wrong lol [mff]

This past weekend my husband went away with our two kids to see some of his relatives in Newcastle while I stayed home to do nothing in particular but relax. The Friday night before he left we were having sex and I told him how I’m going to find someone to fuck on the Saturday night and I’ll message him Sunday morning and tell him about it. He got really turned on and before he left Saturday morning he said to me “have a fun weekend to yourself, but not by yourself”.

I went on a swinging site we use and started messaging a couple (Heather and Tom both 27) I’ve done sexting and cam sessions with before and asked what they were doing that night and left them my number.

Within an hour Heather rang me and we chatted for quite a while and I agreed to drive up to theirs later that day about an hour away.

I got showered and sent her a few pics of what she wanted me to wear, put on the outfit she chose and started the drive up there.

[MF] My ONS With a Woman I Met on a “Conventional” Internet Dating Site

As always, names have been changed to protect the not-so-innocent.

TL;DR I met a woman through a “conventional” internet dating site, and we had a very interesting night of sex, in what turned out to be a one-night stand.

I went through this phase, when I hit 30, where I decided to find FWB types of relationships through regular/conventional internet dating sites. Previously I’d tried one of the major “adult” dating sites (swingers, casual sex, etc) and the action for me there was absolutely zilch. So I figured, “what the heck,” and decided to see if I could identify women on a conventional dating site who were looking for FWB and more. Ideally I wanted to find someone that I could swing with, but first things first. As an aside, I was very interested in swinging at that time. I’m still into extracurriculars now, as you’ve possibly seen in stuff that I’ve posted here before, but I’m not so much into the *lifestyle* aspect of adult activities anymore.

My best friend went down on me [FF]

I’m Elin and my best friend is Alice. We’re both stunning blondes with perfect butts and sun tanned skin. We’re both bisexual but more into men. We always had this sexual chemistry between us. When we are drinking we always end up making out and she loves to give me massages. At the time this happened, we were both in a relationship, but both were allowed to hook up with girls.

So a few years ago we were at this university house party. (There was no covid restrictions in our country) Our evening started with drinking, dancing and taking shots. Then i met this girl who said that she was 100 % straight. I wanted to change that and started making out with her. There i was hooking up this girl who i just met on the couch middle of party and suddenly Alicia grabbed my hand. She pulled me away from this girl. Alicia seemed a little bit jealous and asked me to follow her.

Check Please! [FM] [M/M]

After I’ve been away on business my husband and I always have a date night. I usually wear something super sexy and low cut. At dinner, although we attempt to talk about how our week went, Rick spends most of the evening losing his train of thought and completely being distracted by my tits. I love the fact that at 50 and married forever he still has the hots for every inch of my body.

I love talking dirty to him, especially at the most inappropriate times. For instance, while the waitress is heading toward our table I would say wow look at her…..

“I bet you would like to fuck this tiny little pussy wouldn’t you hun”

My timing is perfect, so Rick usually ends up speechless when the waitress is in front of us.

Sometimes I get him so worked up that his cock ends up straining against his pants.

As we talk throughout the night, I love reminding him about our sexual escapades in graphic detail as he squirms. I’ll reach over now and then just to give his cock a squeeze and make sure it’s still hard.

College GF Finds Out How Sneaky I’m Not [FM][Licking][Sucking][Finally Fucking][18+]

I last wrote about the first college hookup I managed to stumble into, and the absolute angel who saw fit to grab me by the balls and drag me into her life. We’ll go back there today, but only if you promise to do your level best not to laugh at my idiocy…not too much anyway.

While she was a grade-A professional with her lips and tongue, with a body that absolutely refused to relent, she was apparently far less inclined to actually let me cum than she was to get me hard. Night after night, for weeks on end, I’d stumble home from her apartment, a half-hard cock, still wet from her throat, stuffed painfully into my pants because she greatly preferred her turn at receiving. I didn’t mind, much; she looked adorable on her back with her hands pawing at herself, or biting the back of her hand if her roommates were home, and the little tuft of hair she maintained tickled my nose so sublimely. Frankly, it was an honor to lick her every night, even if she only let me cum occasionally, and only ever using her hand after a few minutes of slobbery kisses.