I’d been working in my new job for three months when I first started to notice it. The head of the R&D technology department really had it out for the finance and business operations staff. He’d come to our joint strategy meetings and always had snide remarks for us “businessey” types. It was small, but constant. “Oh, good idea, where’d you come up with that one, the golf course?” followed by self-indulgent chuckles. “If you put as much effort into your appearances as you do into strategy we might not be in this position” followed by lascivious looks. It was surprising coming from him, he didn’t have a mean look about him, and he was clever about it too. He made the comments when no one in his chain of command was around and said it light heartedly enough you’d never be able to build a case against him for harassment. Not only was I always one of the only girls in the room for top level strategy meetings at our R&D company but I was also one of the youngest at just 28. I’d moved up quickly in my prior company and when I took this job I got another promotion with it. Perhaps I’d moved up the corporate latter too quickly. I certainly didn’t feel like I deserved to be one of the decision makers.
Tag: Wife
Pushing My Luck 2 [m/F][Mother and son incest] – The affair continues, but what’s up with Lesley?
“Yeah! That’s five wins in a row for me!”
Springing up from the couch where we’d been sitting together, her video game controller dropping to the ground, Darla launched headlong into her little victory dance. I couldn’t really begrudge her for it under the circumstances, but I knew it was expected and so I did a little grousing anyway.
“Yeah, yeah.”
Our black cat Whozit looked up from where he’d been snoozing on the back of the couch and watched her dance for just a moment before yawning and going right back to sleep.
“Are you sure you aren’t just letting me win, Sammy? I mean, you’re not usually this awful.”
“No, no,” he reassured her. “I guess I’m just a little … distracted.”
“Well, try a little harder this time, will you?”
“Okay, okay.”
Retrieving her controller and throwing herself back onto the couch, Darla restarted the game then and turned her full attention to trouncing her big brother for a sixth time.
[MF] Banging my redheaded MILF coworker (Part 2)
If you haven’t yet, I recommend you read >[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/jr9k95/cheating_the_road_to_infidelity_with_my_sexy/)<, this story picks up right where I left off. This one’s a bit shorter, I’ll try and write out the next part soon, it has more meat…so to speak.
My mind was blank as I stood under the stream of hot water, zoned out to my surroundings. Ava stood a foot or so in front of me, soaping herself up. The sight of her naked body answered the question that I hadn’t yet asked; how did I let this happen? She was absolutely stunning. Staring at her toned body, I couldn’t help but wonder if I would get another round with her. After a few moments of gawking, I realized her lips were moving. She was trying to talk to me.
“…I’m not saying we’re going to, but if we ever do this again, you should know that I have an IUD, you don’t have to use a condom. I won’t get pregnant.”
Birthday Cake Part 1 [Female POV] [Voyeur] [Bondage] [FMF]
The ding of the intercom sounded, then the headmaster’s voice rang out cheerily from his perch on the edge of his desk. “Ladies, gentlemen and students, I’d like to take this time to wish Mr. Sharp a very happy birthday!” He paused to allow the staff and students a moment to applaud. “I’d like to invite the faculty to my office at lunch for cake. Have a wonderful day, all!”
I glanced at the clock and my heart started to race in anticipation as he put down the receiver and ran a hand over my prone buttocks. Only five minutes to go. “Are you ready, Miss Dawson?” He snuck a hand between me and the desk to steal a grab of my breast.
“I am, Mr. Kenwick.” I breathed.
“I could take you right now,” Mr. Kenwick said, hopping off his desk. “But I must save the unwrapping for the birthday boy! Can I get you anything before we begin? Are you comfortable?”
I wriggled around a bit in my position, bent across his desk, stomach down, with my hands tied together in front of me so I could prop myself up on my elbows, and my legs splayed and tied to the legs of the desk. “No, Mr. Kenwick. I feel fine.”
[Group] The First Time I Tried Free Use: Part 1 of 3 – The Bachelor Party
TL;DR I got drunk and decided to camp out with a free use sign in a strip club parking lot and let people do what they wanted to with my body.
I started writing this weeks ago, so the timeline is off. This is about my first time with free use after the death of a loved one sent me into a dark place. I’m still in that place and have had a couple more free use experiences since this. I’m at peace with my choices, for the moment.
From October:
I was pretty bored last night and was still reeling from my dangerous sexual escapades a couple of weeks ago (in another post if you’re wondering what I’m talking about), and decided to drink a bit. I started watching Bly Manor and decided to play a game where I drank every time a ghost came onscreen , so, as you can imagine, I was pretty wasted pretty quick.
College Experimenting [MM]
College Experimenting (MM)
Long story, but a good one in my opinion.
I have always been straight and still considering myself to be to this day, regardless of what someone else may think. However, I have come to the realization that I am attracted to a dick every now and then, and am in no way attracted to the men themselves. It helps if there in shape obviously, but have no interest in kissing, cuddling, signs of affection, or even talking for that matter.
Infact, I don’t even like taking my clothes off, or having a man touch me at all, the erotic part for me, is just making the guy cum and then denying my erection until later, kind of like a free use kink. Or a human toy
But back to the story….
I went to college in a small town, but had a massive college student base (30,000). During my freshman year, I became interested in experimenting with another guy, and started to explore the Craigslist M4M section (RIP)
I started to message various men in the same boat, and around 90% of them were also students at the college. However I always would chicken out because of anxiety or shame.
Pleasing the Professor FINAL [MF]
[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/i4dpcy/pleasing_the_professor/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)[Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/i4kclr/pleasing_the_professor_part_2_mf_age_gap/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)[Part 3](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/i4zjpn/pleasing_the_professor_part_3_mf_age_gap_cheating/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)
I’m already drunk when I see the message. *35 Maple Ave, 9:00pm.* Against my better judgement, I click on the address and it opens on Google Maps. *5 minute walk*. I glance at the time on my phone. It’s 8:45 already. Rage fills me as I think of my last encounter with my professor. The way he took me like I belonged to him. The explosive orgasm he coaxed from me with just his hands. The way he practically threw me under his desk when his wife showed up. I haven’t been able to get her face out of my head all fucking week. It’s driven me here, to the graduate student bar, surrounded by drunk, sweaty, smelly strangers. I bring my glass lips and finish my vodka soda, grimacing at the shitty well alcohol as it burns down my throat.
“Another one please,” I say to the bartender who nods and hands me one more drink. This is going to be the last one, I tell myself. And then I’m going to find a cute, unmarried guy to take me home and make me forget about my professor. My phone buzzes again and I can’t help but look at it.
It’s Better Here than at Home, [Kinky], [Hotel], [MF]
I’d been looking forward to this all week. We’d been messaging back and forth, each more suggestive than the last. Excitement in otherwise uneventful days at work.
Instead of going home after work, we decided to meet again at a mid-level commuter hotel nearby.
She was already there, waiting in the lobby. And looking irresistible. She wore some jewelry, heels and a conservative black dress. The dress flattered her thick butt and thighs. Her black hair was worn down, straight.
We wasted no time and went upstairs to the room she’d prepared. Upon arrival, she made her way to the bathroom. “I’m going to get more comfortable,” she announced. I made my way to the edge of the bed and removed my shoes. Moments later, she emerged.
Wearing only black lace bra and panties. Very classic and simple lingerie and it looked absolutely stunning on her.
She placed her hands on the bed between my legs, leaning over just enough to accentuate her cleavage in my face.
“How about I see that big dick of yours?”
I [M] fucked my Step-Sister[F]
I was 19 at the time and my step sis was 30, she had black hair and massive tits, big hips and a nice big ass, not too big she had a nice tanned skin and the most beautiful blue eyes. We grew up very close together, she worked as a sales representative for my mother and was always at our house every day, she was also married and had 2 children. Anyway, during our vacation, my family decided that we should go to our vacation spot for a week.
Her husband and 2 children couldnt make it (they lived across the country for work reasons) and she was the only on who came. Our vacation house was a 4 bedroom house and had 4 bathrooms, a massive living room and kitchen.
We didnt think about who would sleep where and eventually came to realize that there were 3 couples (my mom and step dad, sister and her husband, and my step brother and his wife) and me and my step sis. I volunteerd to sleep on the couch, so i did exactly that for the first 3 days until my mother saw this nice couch in the mall and exchanged it for our couch. The couch couldnt be sent until about 2 days after the exchange so i was left with no place to sleep.
How I Became A Corporate Whore (FINAL PART Part 3) [MF]
You can read Part 1 here:
[https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/jml30l/chronicles_of_a_corporate_whore_part_1/](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/jml30l/chronicles_of_a_corporate_whore_part_1/)
You can read Part 2 here:
[https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/jsdt9f/how_i_became_a_corporate_whore_part_2_mf/](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/jsdt9f/how_i_became_a_corporate_whore_part_2_mf/)
After the events in Part 2 of the series, where I was deepthroated and had his cum splattered all over my face, I immersed myself in work, spending very little time with my family. I couldn’t bear to look at my husband or my daughter. I could see his accusatory gaze following me every time I looked in their eyes. I could see my husband fuming at what I have done and my daughter turning away from me disappointed at me. And I cried. Every night after my husband has gone off to sleep, I’d go to the washroom and cry.
After a few tear-soaked nights of my trysts of emancipation, I realized that I had crossed the threshold of no-return. And that there was no point of crying over spilled milk. Both figuratively and the one he spilled on my face. I had willingly, explicitly agreed to sleep with my boss and I had already sucked him off. There was no question of going back now. I had chosen the road of darkness and desires, and I had abandoned light. I could now only keep walking into the darkness until it becomes me. Until the sweetness and tenderness of my smile gets replaced with lust-filled wetness of a wanton woman’s whorish smile before she licks her lips, inviting men into her bed.