“This morning I have one example of how you are to look” Sir Dom paused as the camera paned around Clarissa’s body. Standing in the classic X position, hands and feet locked in there respective places. “Class will begin in one hour now you know how to don the suit” the video ended that streamed across all who where in the Submissive class.
“Very good Miss Love” Sir Dom said. Eyeing his work much the same way a person eyes a round eye steak before fucking it. Unlike the rest of the students Clarissa had a attraction to him and yearned for his touch. For he had ways of punishment that would make ones pussy a wet mess without even a fuck involved. Tracing her inner thigh with his crop, “Sir may I cum?” Blurting this out early was Clarissa’s way of saying fuck me now. Without answering he moved around her body, his crop switched sides butt the question was still burning in her pussy. “I see you where a decorative butt plug (the strike from his crop almost pushed Clarissa over the edge) this was not on the list of things to wear” going from demanding to a whisper only a tongues thrust away from her ear. Hanging her head cause, she knew that was unacceptable. The same way she knew that he would play with her asshole, not with his cock or fingers butt with the very plug she had provided him with. “Yes Sir please punish.. Ooo..” wishing her hands where free so Clarissa could cover her mouth. Already starting the torturous task of butt play that was sure to have Clarissa cuming her brains out. “No, you may not cum” standing so close that the head of his cock scrapped against Clarissa’s pussy. That command said it all butt she wanted to cum just from hearing his sexy deep accent much less from his cock/butt plug combo that he was using to drive Clarissa absolutely mad with lust about being fucked right here and now. “Wait what’s going on he is no longer playing with my..” raced through her mind. The panic set in butt this did little to stop her pussy from dripping all over his cock. Feeling the grip on her leash as he pulled back the tether, the feeling of his large hand as it covered her latex covered tit. Before she could ever cum his body bumped the butt plug filling her pussy with something that she has been lusting for ever since the first day. “Please may I..” unable to finish that statement for it had already begun. “Yes, you may cum” pinching hard on her latex covered nipple. “Thank you Sir.. th.. ..u Ooo.. Ooooh” this just made her cuming that much more gratifying. Thrusting her ass against his body while her asshole was tightening. Dragging her pussy forward along the rigid top of his cock just to repeat. The cuming, the shock of her butt plug as it impacted with his rock hard body, the torturous task of dragging her well lubed pussy across his cock. This was the last time much to her surprise butt that was as far as she could ask for he was the Dom, his rule over her pussy was evident.
“This is taking to long.. long hard cock please let me” screamed in her head being interrupted only by her world being spun on its head. Looking straight ahead, something that has been programmed in her right from the beginning. “Open your mouth my pet” Sir said. Clarissa obeying before the first word was complete. Preparing herself for the hardest mouth fuck that she has ever taken was just the beginning. His nut impacting with her eyes as his cock filled her mouth, her throat. The urge to cum had cum once again butt this time it was helped by his mouth. Sucking on her pussy, tapping on her butt plug, nibbling on her clit, tongue fucking Clarissa’s cunt without abandon all the while ramming his cock so deep down her throat. The vibrations of her orgasm, her moans just added to his thrusts. Much like the last time it stopped instantaneously. Without meaning or the taste of cum. Time ticked by, in Clarissa’s mind a eternity had passed.
Clarissa’s world remained turned on end butt still no sign of Sir. Wanting to scream out like some lost forgotten toy. Opening her mouth, taking a deep breath, feeling her pleasure spot grip the butt plug as he ripped it out. “You will be punished for having this (plunging it only half way into her asshole repeatedly) butt plug. Butt first (her world spun once again) you shall get what you’ve been (his massive cock now squeezed in her tight corridor) wanting” Sir said burying his cock balls deep in her tight ass. Wanting to moan, scream, do both as her body cums from every hole she has. “Mmm, you are being so good, I can tell you want to cum. You want to cream all over my cock” slipping his hand around Clarissa’s throat so he could feel her nod. “We shall see how long you can last before you want to explode” with each syllable came a pounding. Hard and raw his cock pounded on her hot ass, “Can I cum.. please let Mmm cum” so close to loosing it, Clarissa begged Sir. Reaching around her Xed body, taking her wet clit between two fingers, “I can tell you want to cum, (pulling on her clit) you just want to cum one hard time, (his other hand wrapping around her neck once again) butt I think you can cum just by the sound of my voice not my cock (pounding her ass so hard he feared he broke her bum) pounding on your sweet dark desire” Sir’s hot breath washed over Clarissa’s ear. His lips found her neck, “The redness of your neck, the taste of your skin, the feel of your ass..” Letting his voice drift as he nibbled on her ear, hand returning back to the neck with Clarissa leaning forward to help choke her. Clarissa had passed the exploding point about fifty poundings ago. She was going to explode, she knew it, Sir knew it so did her hot fucking pussy. “Ummm Ummmmmm” she tried to moan. “Yes, yes cum Clarissa” he gave permission butt before he got to her name, the m at the end of cum started it all. Thrusting her ass back at him. Riding the rider, forcing his cock to find more p-spots as she pounded out her orgasm. Letter for letter she was cuming just by the sound of his voice, “OooOoooOoooo fuck Mmm ass.. yesss yesssssssss Ooooh.. OooohOooohOooohOoooh..”
“Who will take her place?” The question was posed butt no one came forward. “Noted girls, you three unlock Miss Love’s bindings.. and you up” Sir Dom commanded. Gripping Missy ass cheeks, spreading them until the latex tore open. “For the next hour Missy will be on display with this” showing everybody the wand. “Each of you has one and this will count towards your final grade” strapping it on a special bracket that hugged her clit.
Tag: Straight
How did it end up like this in Atlantic City?????
Wow how did I end up doing that in Atlantic City….
So I was an east coast man and was familiar with my summer evenings being occupied by the Jersey Shore. I grew up always with the memories of the Jersey shore.
As I grew older and was finally out of school I felt a sadness come over me as this may be the end to the Jersey shore and my relationship.
The month of October which was two months away and this was the month I planned organized and booked my best friend from when we were 5 Bachelor’s Party. Of course in my mind I wanted it to be viewed and treated like the party of the century.
Throughout my planning of this party I had to take clear concise directions from his soon to be wife whom also I went to school with all they way back to elementary school. You know the normal demands of a bride to be such as you better not hire any strippers and he is not to get fuked that night or the wedding is over period. I would agree with her and give out a little snicker as in my mind I was thinking of which strippers to hire and have at the event. I knew what Ray liked and all his secret kinks and fetishes.
Chapter 8 – [M]y [F]irst Threesome – When World’s Collide [MMFF]
[Chapter 1 – My First Threesome](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/nbv7d9/my_first_threesome_mmflong/)
[Chapter 2 – My Second Threesome – Day 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ncj2fh/my_second_threesome_day_2_fmmlong/)
[Chapter 3 – My Second Threesome – The Last Night](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ncpj6z/my_second_threesome_the_last_night_mmflong/)
[Chapter 4 – My Weekend with Lucy](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/nd9v0r/my_weekend_with_lucy_part_1_mflong/)
[Chapter 5 – My night with Lucy – Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/neyh1u/my_night_with_lucy_part_2_mf/)
[Chapter 6 – Used for a Night](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/nk63wz/used_for_a_night_ffm/)
[Chapter 7 – My Ongoing Threesome – Quite the workout](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/nmb3tv/my_ongoing_threesome_quite_the_workout_mmmf/)
The text that changed the course of my weekend was pretty unexceptional: “What’s up bro? Fam and I are heading to the beach for the weekend. Going to be hotter than shit if you and E want to crash at the house and use the pool!” This from a friend of mine that had a nice house with an in-ground pool. We have been friends since grade school and generally I house sit when they go away, mostly for my benefit. Saturday night was the night Ellie and I were going to meet up with Jim and Lucy, but it was going to be humid and over ninety, so the pool offer is enticing. After several texts with all involved, the plan was set: Ellie and I would stay the weekend at the house and Jim and Lucy would come hang out Saturday evening. Being that I am not a dick, I cleared it with my friend first. Granted, I may not have told him we would likely be having sex all over his house, but what he did not know would not kill him.
The Laundry Room [Non-Con, foursome]
“And that’s all the time we have for tonight. Join us tomorrow at ten for WXKY’s ten o’clock news” the voice coming from the TV droned. It was just loud enough to register in Jen’s tired and frustrated ears.
Jen struggled to open her eyes as her ears picked up the late news signing off. Her mouth felt really dry so she reached over to the coffee table for her cup, but when she picked it up, it felt empty. A quick little shake of the wrist confirmed it was. She sat up on the couch slowly, flexing her shoulders and feeling the satisfying crack of her back. Running her fingers through her shoulder length hair, red at the moment, but shifting to her natural brown, she wondered if there was any tea left in the refrigerator.
She shuffled her way across the small living room to the small kitchen. The kitchen’s cracked linoleum floor felt clammy and sticky on her bare feet. She found a bit luck in the fridge, there was enough tea left for a small glass. She reminded herself to remind herself to make more in the morning.
The Campground Shower (MF) (Unsuspecting)
The Campground Shower
It was the hottest week of July and I was at the campground with my family for our yearly 7 day camping trip. My wife, myself, and two kids, 7 and 9, rough it in the wilderness for a week. If, of course, roughing it means having a generator, air mattresses, and a portable TV, and wilderness if that means occupying a plot of land alongside dozens of other campers.
We had become astute campers, and found the perfect balance between enjoying nature and bringing along our necessary comforts. Our multi-room tent gave my wife and I some privacy, and have learned tricks through the years to minimize insect and water issues. The kids were getting old enough to be more independent, which gave me more time to myself.
The campground had two indoor facilities, each at one end of the property. The buildings were identical, and included a sink with mirror above, and a shower with hot water. The shower stall had a curtain to provide some privacy. I have always appreciated the hot showers; they were a much needed reprieve from the busy, tiring days. The buildings were not distinguished by gender. It was a mostly quiet, modest campground, and people were able to take turns using the shower and sink. It wasn’t uncommon to have someone in there while you were showering or brushing your teeth. The whole place had a communal, laid back feel to it.
Getting Railed – Sex on a Train (29f) [FM]
There’s something inherently soothing about rail travel. Perhaps it’s the ever present thrum of motion, the gentle shudder of passing a join in the track, or possibly just the very notion that you’re being taken where you need to go without the possibility of deviation. It’s an opportunity to sit back and unwind, close eyes and drift off listening to a podcast awaiting delivery to destination…
Or, alternatively, if you’re feeling somewhat less romantically and generously inclined; it’s a usually overheated and tedious sweat-box of misery and inevitable delay that does nothing but make for an inherently boring and overlong journey to somewhere that, without fail, falls short of your ultimate destination.
I fall somewhere between these two mindsets. I’ve enjoyed/endured enough train travel in my life thus far to have experienced both ends of the spectrum. Which is precisely why, when given the opportunity, I leapt at the prospect of adding a little excitement to an otherwise tedious session on the tracks. A rare instance in which I could get railed on rails.
My Bully wants my sister [MF] [Voy]
**Chapter-1: Her number**
It was back in high school. Senior high. You see, I had this bully. Let’s call him Mark. He had been bullying me since forever. He was ofcourse, a year older but still hung out at school to practice football.
It was that day, when he beat me up again on the field, hitting the ball straight at my head, while the whole team laughed. The principal asked me about it. So did the nurse, but I was not gonna snitch. That would only make it worse.
Anyway, school called my mom, because they thought I was in no position to go home myself.
But mom must have been busy, and sent my older sister, Heather,instead. She entered the room I was in and asked what happened. “Sports injury” I told her. “You? Sports?” She said and asked me to pick up my bag, and we started to leave.
And just as we were getting out, we passed the field, as I saw Mark. There was a surprise in his face. I glanced at him, but this time, he wasn’t looking at me. He was looking at her. His eyes started at her heels. And then her legs, to the jean shorts she wore, before moving on to her thin strapped top. Finally her straight, dirty blonde hair.
[MF] The Saga of Sally (Part 9) – Christmas Reunion
(Welcome to the Saga of Sally! This is the story of my relationship with a girl called Sally. This is **Part 9**. I recommend you start from the [start](https://old.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/nt5ffn/mf_the_saga_of_sally_part_1_cumstained_jeans/) – each piece will link you to next part at the end. However if you don’t want to start from part 1 (you’re missing out!) this should make sense to a new reader.
A brief reminder what Sally looks like (there’s a reference photo in the first part): she’s a pocket rocket, thick, redhead woman, with an hourglass figure and the thickest ass this side of the Equator according to the Guinness Book of Records inside my head.)
Exploring my BFF : Another collab with u/chen969… Thank you so much for working with me again <3 My very first lesbian story…
“Oh you’re here!”, my best friend, Joy exclaims as she opens the door. I smile and let my eyes take her in. Her bright eyes seem to twinkle. Long dark lashes that graze those lovely high cheekbones when she blinks. Her soft lips stretched into that familiar grin. Her long dark hair piled messily onto her head, leaving her broad shoulders bare. Her breasts, rounded and perky; they look like they would fit the palm of my hand perfectly. Her nipples visible through her thin shirt as they pebble in the cool night’s air. She’s wearing shorts, so her long legs are left bare.
She clears her throat, snapping me out of my reverie.
“Are you going to come in?”
“Right”
I follow her into the house, and I’m greeted warmly by her parents. I’ve known them for so long we’re practically family.
“She’s my friend not yours”, Joy tells her parents. They laugh as she pushes me impatiently toward her bedroom.
Stood Up Again [MF]
Your eyes risk another glance at your watch and your shoulders drop a bit more as you realize another 15 minutes have passed. Following the pattern you’ve already established, checking the time while dialing his number… which once again went straight to voicemail… again. You can’t help it as the fear and mortification simmer, rising like bile in the back of your throat.
You were stood up.
You are fairly certain that a full hour late means he isn’t going to come, though now all you were left with was your almost empty glass and the decision on what to do with this particular revelation. Your eyes shut, the sting of rejection bringing heat to the back of your eyelids, tears threatening to build and spill over. But you would not cry, not here, not tonight, not over this.
Opening your eyes you find my gaze pinned on you, brow furrowed, arms crossed over my chest as I leanagasint the doorway to the kitchen. I seem to be working the bar every time you’ve come in over the last 6 months. Sometimes he would be with you, but more and more often you’d be sitting here waiting for him only to begin this particular dance yet again. Saying he’d meet you after work, then never show, only offering a lame excuse as to why he couldn’t.