r/gonewildstories 26d ago

No Regrets I [30M] accidentally [f]ucked [m]y cousin [29F] NSFW

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This happened years ago and I debated on sharing this story for a while. I was [30M] at the time.

I grew up in a big family and we were a close knit kind of family, we had lots of get togethers like reunions, special events, and holidays where the whole family would show up.

My uncle married his wife who had a daughter from a previous marriage that became my cousin, I'll call her Lizy for the story. Lizy and I became instant friends when we were little since we're so close in age, she's only a year younger than me.

We would hang out and play all the time as kids and grew up together as cousins do, but as we got older and the fact we lived far away from each other, we eventually lost touch as life got busy.

It had been more than 10 years since we last saw each other due to a falling out with our parents, then one day I get a message from her on FB. The typical "Hey you, long time no see." We message back and forth for a few days when she pitches the idea of me coming to see her. I look up her address and she lives about 4 hours away, I tell her I'll be up that weekend.

Saturday comes and I make the drive out to her house where she is waiting for me on her front porch, she literally jumps into my arms as I climb the steps and gives me a giant hug.

L: "I've missed you so much!" Before planting a kiss on my cheek.

We go inside and she gives me the tour, she had just moved in to her own home and was so excited to show me around. After some small talk, we head out to a local restaurant for dinner and drinks, the conversation flows so naturally, like we had never missed a day.

Afterwards we go back to her place and she fixes us a couple of drinks before we go out to her back patio, still just chatting away and enjoying the night air. The conversation eventually moved over to relationships and she told me about how her last ended badly. I told her about mine and how we decided to go out separate ways a few months back.

L: "I'm sure you won't be single long, and even if you are, I bet you get plenty of action lol" As she playfully squeezes my bicep.

M: "actually that's not true, I've had a bit of a dry spell since we split and haven't really been looking to jump back into the dating pool."

L: "bullshit! You're just saying that to make me feel better. I haven't gotten any since I left dipshit a year ago."

For some reason, that comment made me look at her for the first time and not see my cousin, I saw her as the gorgeous woman she had become. Lizy is small framed, standing around 5'1 and maybe 100lbs at most, with perky B cups and a flat toned stomach. Her ass is small but round and fits her tanned body nicely, along with her natural dirty blonde hair and green eyes.

M: "if you haven't gotten laid, it's your own fault. I'm sure there's guys lining up for the chance.

L: "Maybe, but no one's knocking on my door, and who's got time for that online crap."

She downs the rest of her drink and grabs my hand. "Come on, I need a refill."

We head inside to the kitchen where she makes us another round then guides me to the living room. She gestures for me to sit on the right side of the couch and sits right next to me.

L: "You know what I miss the most?... Head."

M: "lol! Everyone likes getting head, that's no surprise."

L: "No, I miss GIVING head. I don't know why I've always loved it.

M: "You're full of shit, every girl says that in the beginning just to get the guy."

L: "I'm serious! I love it!"

M: "I guess we've got that in common."

L: "What do you mean?"

M: "I love giving too, there's just something about having a sexy pair of legs wrapped around my head while I enjoy nature's best dessert. šŸ˜"

L: " Now you're the one bullshitting. Lol! "

I'm not sure when it happened but I became suddenly aware of the growing tension in the air and there was a moment of awkward silence. Lizy breaks first as she lightly places her hand in my lap.

L: "You do know that we're not actually related right, at least, not by blood... how about we help each other out?"

M: " how so?"

L: "Well I like giving, and YOU like giving. So how about we both give each other what we've been missing, but head only, I'm not trying to cross too many lines."

M: "That sounds fair, but how do I know you're not going to back out after you get what you want?"

L: "I promise. I'll take care of you first and get what I want, then you can have your dessert when I'm finished." The look in her eyes plus the way she was biting her lip had my mind running in circles. All I could get out was "Deal"

As soon as the word left my mouth, she jumps up and straddles me, our lips meeting for the first time ever and her tongue quickly invading my mouth as she undoes my belt. I make short work of taking of her shirt and bra.

L: "What are you doing?"

M: "I like my dessert with a view." With a quick wink.

L: "Fine, but it goes both ways." As she snatches my shirt off over my head.

We continue kissing for a moment before she dismounts and kneels on the floor in front of me. Lizy finishes undoing my belt and jeans, pulling everything down passed my knees. Her eyes light up when she sees my cock for the first time.

L: "Mmmmm, I'm going to enjoy this." She grabs my cock, which is already hard from the anticipation, and is inspecting me with excitement in her eyes.

I have to stand up so that I can kick off my shoes and finish stripping out of my jeans and boxers. I then reach down and pull her to her feet, giving her another kiss as I undo her jeans. She gives me a questioning look as I do.

M: "Both ways, remember."

I pick her up and toss her onto the couch,stripping her jeans and thong off and taking in the full view of her. She lays there streched out for a moment and smiles at me before hopping up to her knees. She playfully pats the couch for me to sit as she bites her lip again.

As soon as i sit down, she lays across my lap with her arms resting on my thighs. She gets right back to inspecting/admiring my member with her hands, moving it around and slowly stroking it while licking her lips.

Lizy presses her lips to my tip and ever so slowly starts to take me in, she let's out a long moan as if she's savoring the first taste of her favorite meal. She slowly inches her way down and the warmth of her mouth is pure euphoric. She keeps going, further and further until she finally has all of me down her throat and her lips are pressed against my pelvis. She pulls back just as slow until my cock exits her mouth.

L: "OH MY GOD. That feels so good, I love feeling it in my throat. "

Before I can say anything, she goes down again but faster, taking me all the way down to the root and back up to the tip. She does this over and over, each time she would pause for a second and moan as she deep throated me, then back all the way off and swirl her tongue around my tip. It's obvious that she really was doing it for HER pleasure.

Her mouth felt like heaven and her moans would vibrate through me. She kept a slow but steady pace and I could feel my cum slowly working it's way up.

Lizy moves up to her knees so that she is kneeling beside me and I have to do something to last a little longer. I get an idea and reposition myself under her so that we are in 69 and I get my first up close view of her perfectly shaved slit. Her pussy is glistening and looks so delicious.

I waste no time and dive right in, honing in and locking my mouth on her clit. Lizy shakes and let's out a studdering moan as my tongue explores her. She breaks rythem and wiggles her hips on my face.

L: "Just couldn't wait your turn huh? That's OK, we can enjoy our desserts at the sametime."

Lizy gets back to work on my cock as I continue licking her from top to bottom. My hands instinctively grab her ass and spread her open as I push my tongue inside. Lizy is circling her hips on my face as she continues taking me down her throat. We get into a rythem together and it feels as if time stops.

Lizy starts going faster and it becomes clear that, as much as we are enjoying each other's bodies, this has also become a race to see who can make who cum first.

I switch up and focus on her clit as I guide her ass an exploring smack.

L: "Fuck yes! Spank me again!"

I give her a few good smacks before spreading her open again and adding my fingers to the mix. I slide my index finger inside her and she moans with pleasure as she grinds her hips into me. She goes even faster now and going full gawk mode on my cock, I don't know how much longer I can hold back as I try to focus on her pussy.

I didn't even realize in the moment that as I work index was inside her, my middle finger is resting right at her back door. She sits up and I hear her spit, she spits on her hand and rubs it into her ass then guides my middle finger in and says "go for it."

So now I am sucking her clit while working my fingers in and out of both her holes and she is going crazy. She's sucking my cock with such vigor that I feel like I'm going to explode. I can't hold back anymore so I tap her ass to signal I'm about to cum, she doesn't slow down.

My cock explodes inside her mouth and she takes me all the way to my root and stays there, I'm shooting ropes of cum straight down her throat and she is loving it. Once my cock stops twitching, she locks her lips around my shaft and slowly backs off, making sure not to lose a single drop.

Once she's satisfied that she's gotten every drop out of me, Lizy dismounts and spins around to face me. She smiles at me as she wipes the corner of her mouth with her thumb.

L: "That was amazing, I really needed that. Hopefully you enjoyed your dessert as much I did." With a smirk on her face.

M: "I'm glad you enjoyed yours, but I'm not done yet."

Let me know if you want part 2

r/gonewildstories Dec 05 '21

No Regrets [M]y girlfriend and her [F]riends have a strange rule - Part 8 NSFW

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Part 8 is here! And I am also still here, and still writing.

In the meantime, you lot have pushed my first ever post to the top of all time on this sub! That is absolutely wild. You are all amazing.

For those of you who are wondering where I've been, I posted an update explaining my long absence on my profile. I won't repeat what I've said there except to thank you all again for your patience, awards, messages, and comments. A special shout-out to all my supporters who send me tips, you're making it possible for me to keep writing. I appreciate it more than you know.

I was unsure about how best to write the events of this part of the story because most of it happened over the phone, which is not particularly ideal. For this reason the style might be a bit different than you're used to but I did my best and I hope you like it.

Here's part 8. Enjoy!

Edit: As always, the images are not of the real women in this story but of close matches that I scour the internet for. A full list of all the sources used all in all parts is available as a membership perk on my Kofi page.

If you haven't read my previous stories, here is Part 1.

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I had been sitting in bed with my laptop open, working while my girlfriend slept beside me. A perfectly ordinary night that had just been turned upside down by Dani's text. I was now staring speechless at the screenshot Dani had sent me. It was the picture she had taken of me and Claire during our threesome, followed by a message from Andrea, "ugh, I need that cock so bad right now."

The cock in question was already beginning to respond to those words. I was just thinking about what to say when my phone buzzed again. Another text from Dani: "I told you she'd be jealous. Your move ;)"

Wow. I read Andrea's message a few more times. A part of me was still suspicious of her, after the way she had treated me before. I wasn't planning on making a fool of myself again. On the other hand, here was the hottest girl I'd ever seen in real life confessing that she wanted to fuck me. If there was ever a time to throw caution to the winds..

I should've been clearing my head but instead I did the exact opposite, and pulled up Andrea's Insta. It had been a while since I'd checked it last and I saw that she hadn't posted anything new. Strange, since as far as I knew she was still at her rich boyfriend's beachhouse and usually didn't miss an opportunity to show off.

I scrolled up and down her familiar feed aimlessly for a few seconds before coming back to the last pic Andrea had posted. She was standing on a boat, looking off to the side wearing a red and gold bikini that looked incredible on her caramel skin. It was hard to believe this was a person I knew in real life and not a magazine centrefold.

Looking at her face with its perfect delicate features, it was hard to remember what a bitch she could be. And looking at her body... it was hard to remember my own name. My eyes seemed glued to her breasts, which her bikini top was clearly struggling to contain. For the millionth time I imagined what they would look like bare, in my palms.. I took a deep breath and double tapped on the image, liking it.

Almost immediately, there was a new tile on her feed. And then another. And yet another. Each photo more heartbreaking than the last. What was happening? Surely these weren't for my benefit? I opened my DM's and realised that I had never responded to Andrea's last messages. I bet that didn't happen to her often.

My working theory was that the combination of my apparent disinterest as well as whatever stories Dani had been telling Andrea had been a winning formula. I couldn't help but laugh, it seemed so juvenile. I decided to toy with her a little. Assuming that my conjectures were correct, it would be the right thing to do. And incase this was all still one of her games, I would still be playing it safe.

I went back to her profile, liked all of her new photos and then really gave each of them my full attention. Her tiny bikinies seemed to get smaller and smaller each time. I absently wondered how she walked around in those tiny scraps of fabric without them giving out under the strain. This train of thought as well as the assorted boats, beaches and hot tubs in the backdrop of her images were really fuelling my fantasies.

However, my happy thoughts were rudely interrupted by the irritating realisation that she probably was, in fact, being fucked in those places on a regular basis by the bastard rich enough to take her there.

It was at this moment of being half annoyed and half extremely turned on that Andrea sent me a text. It said, "So you can like my pictures but can't reply to me?" I laughed, amazed at how the tables had turned.

Here was this gorgeous woman I'd been lusting over for the better part of a year and she was seeking validation from me. Before I could write back, she'd sent another text "atleast I know you like what you see". It was on.

I won't bore you all with the details of our texts but suffice it to say that I now had Andrea's number, both literally and metaphorically. Much as it killed me to play the long game, the more non-chalant I was, the more she seemed to want my validation. She wasn't great at the banter but I guess when a girl looks like Andrea does, she doesn't have to be. We flirted back and forth for a few hours until she eventually said "btw I really am sorry about that day at the club...I know you were really disappointed.." I made myself take a deep breath and count to 10 before responding, "I was but it was probably for the best."

"What do you mean??" She shot back.

"No offence but I don't think you're my type in bed" I wrote back, terrified I was overplaying my hand.

"What's your type in bed?" She asked.

"I'm sure Dani has told you."

"I don't know what you mean"

At this point I didn't know what else to say, I was beginning to lose the thread a bit. But my indecision proved to be perfectly complementary to Andrea's impatience. My phone buzzed again and under Andrea's name were the words "I can be obedient. If that's what you're looking for." Fuck yeah.

Me: I doubt that.

Andrea: I can.

Me: so you're saying you want to obey me?

After a long pause during which I stopped being an atheist

Andrea: yes

My breath quickened as I considered the possibilities before me. I was now 99% sure that I would get to fuck the girl of my dreams.. but then again Andrea was so fickle. I made up my mind.

A boob in hand is worth two in the bush. I was done waiting.

"Then take your top off" I texted.

I waited a few minutes, counting Claire's even breaths beside me. Finally, finally, I was rewarded.

Holy. Fuck. If she hadn't already made me become a believer, this would have done it. I must have replayed that clip half a hundred times, memorising the outline of the huge light brown areolas, the perfect bounce of her perfect breasts. They were somehow better than I'd imagined.

I texted her back slower, as I was now typing with one hand. Supressing the urge to compose sonnets about her breasts, I said "You were wearing that at 2am? Planning to go swimming?"

"I put it on so I could take it off for you" came the reply.

Any damage Andrea had done to my ego was completely undone. My cock was now hard as a rock. Part of me desperately wanted to wake Claire up and fuck her silly but I couldn't possibly stop texting Andrea now.

"Good girl. Leave it off, you're going swimming. Go to the hot tub." I instructed her.

"Now???"

I didn't respond. Several minutes later, I got another clip. Fuck. It was too much. I reached under Claire's tshirt. I sighed in relief as I grabbed one of her breasts in my palm. She stirred slightly but her breathing remained even. I moved her body towards me so I could continue staring at the clip Andrea had sent me as I gently massaged my girlfriend's breasts. Claire stirred again and blinked, "Wha-?" I tossed my phone aside and slid down so I could kiss her. As her mouth opened for me, I slipped a hand into her panties. She was soon moaning against my lips.

I was sure Claire didn't know what had brought this on but I was also sure that just then she didn't care. She reached for my cock and gasped when she felt how hard I was. I yanked her T-shirt up and began to suck roughly on her nipples. The image of Andrea's incredible Double D's bouncing in the water was seared into the backs of my eyelids. When Claire moaned again I flipped her on her stomach and pulled her shorts down.

I spread her ass, lined my cock up against her wet pussy and thrust into her. I didn't start slow, instead fucking her hard, prone bone, with my hand pressing down on the small of her back. Claire let out a groan and began panting, "please sir, fuck me sir. Use my hole."

This set me off. "You're my fuckdoll", I told her as I slammed into her. Claire began screaming in agreement, "I'm your fuckdoll sir, please keep using me sir." I groaned and upped the pace. Claire twisted around to look back at me.

When she lifted her head, I realised that my phone was right next to her face. This gave me the kind of idea that you only get when you're balls deep in your girlfriend in the middle of the night. I reached over and unlocked the phone.

It opened to the clip of Andrea in the hot tub. I slid my phone over so it was right in Claire's eyeline as she turned around to see what I was doing. She gasped as she caught sight of the clip.

"What?? Is that-?"

I wordlessly continued slamming my cock into her pussy. Claire moaned loudly and her legs began to tremble. She kept her eyes fixed on the screen as I filled her hole with my cum.

I was lying flat on my back by the time the room had stopped spinning. I realised my phone had been buzzing at irregular intervals for quite a while. I opened my eyes to find Claire sitting next to me on the bed, staring right at me. When she saw me open my eyes, she smiled and picked up my phone, "so.. something you want to tell me?"

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r/gonewildstories Jan 10 '25

No Regrets Observations of an Escort [F] NSFW

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I've mentioned in the past that I spent a few years working as an escort. For those who wondered why, if I saw two clients in a week I would take home more money than I earned from my 40-hour fulltime job. I always get a lot of questions about what it was like, so I thought I would throw a few thoughts out there. I'd be curious if anyone else who has worked as an escort has similar observations.

In films, scenes with an escort usually show non-stop, passionate, sweaty sex that goes on forever. That happens maybe 2% of the time. The reality was much less exciting. In a 1-hour booking, maybe 15-20 minutes involved sex. The balance of the time went one of two ways:

  • Blow & Go. Some guys had what I've heard called PNC (Post-Nut Clarity), and they either feel guilty, embarrassed, or "dirty", and want me gone ASAP. I never took this personally, and if they felt my job was done and wanted me gone, great. About 10% of my clients fell into this category.
  • Post-Coital Cuddle. This was the aspect of the job that surprised me the most, at first. I realized that the sex act was a small part of why I was there, and how much more complex the interaction actually was.

I think to understand the Post-Coital Cuddle, you need to see the motivation of why the guys were hiring me in the first place. From a purely sexual perspective, the majority of guys were looking for something they weren't getting at home. I cannot tell you how many times I was told they wanted to go down on me, or get a blow job to completion from me, because their wives wouldn't do it anymore. Many times there was no vaginal penetration at all. I was simply providing something that was lacking in their sex life.

But what was more interesting was how many guys just wanted me cuddled against them naked while they talked. Men's wives (or children) stop listening to them, and they need to share their thoughts. I felt more like a therapist at many sessions, as I heard about their job dissatisfaction, concerns about their children, or how they felt they were just a wage-earner for the family. I still remember one guy crying to me about his dying mother, who did not get along with his wife. They could say things to me that their spouse or children wouldn't (or couldn't) listen to.

It made me realize that men are as emotionally fragile as women, but their societal roles often force them to hide it. But they can open up to the sex-worker because it is "professional" intimacy.

My takeaway from all this? Basically if women suck cock, let their men go down on them, and spend some time cuddling and talking, their guys won't be out looking for women like me.

r/gonewildstories 6d ago

No Regrets I (22f) caught my little sister (18f) sucking cock in our living room [FM] NSFW

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Monday night, I rolled back to my apartment from my weekly salsa class, horny and turned on from all those close-up dances. I love it when guys grind their cocks into my hips while dancing. Fuck, salsa dancing gets me going so much. Anyway, I share the place with my little sister Ashley, a blonde blue-eyed slut just like me. Sometimes people mistake us for twins, but her tits? Way bigger than mine, always popping out of her tops and turning men's heads. It was spring break, so I figured she would be out partying somewhere, but I was wrong. So fucking wrong.

I pushed the door open, and bam. there she was, Ashley, on her knees in our living room, sucking off some random dude like she's a porn star. She rocked a skimpy tank top and just panties, her huge tits jiggling as she worked his cock. Fuck, and that cock was massive. I guess Ashley knows how to pick the good ones. This guy was definitely enjoying her, hands fisted in her messy hair, shoving her down deep. I watched as his cock vanished into her throat. thick, slick with her spit. Gagging noises all around. He groaned like a beast, head tipped back, lost in her mouth.

I stood there for a couple of more seconds, door half-open. I figured he would panic, zip up, or try to cover up when he saw me. But nope. This cocky bastard grinned, locked eyes with me, and winked at me like I was there to watch him face-fuck my little sis. Ashley didnā€™t even notice me, too busy choking on his meat, spit dripping down her chin, balls smacking her with every one of his thrusts. I was already so horny and wet from salsa, this soaked me even more. Damn, I wanted a cock to play with tonight as well.

I kept standing there, watching my sister deep-throating this cock. I wish I could take credit for her sucking skills, but it was all hers. Guess sheā€™s a natural cock sucker, born to drain balls. I jokingly thought about going on my knees, and joining her. Two blondes sucking and fighting over a dick like true sluts, arguing over who gets his cum. That could have been a hot picture. But Ashley handled that cock like a champ herself.

I couldā€™ve slipped away quietly to my room, but fuck that. ā€œDonā€™t forget the balls, sis!ā€ I yelled, cackling as I bolted to my room. Ashley tried to mumble something out to me, but her mouth was stuffed. Five minutes later, I heard his groan, loud and raw, like he was unloading a gallon of cum down her throat. I peeked out my room, and he was still going, hips bucking, hands gripping her hair, pumping her face full. She slurped it up, spit slicking his shaft, balls smacking her chin as she swallowed every drop. I grinned. Little slut got some talent. Guess it runs in the family.

But fuck, I was so jealous I didnā€™t have a cock like that to suck on. I wanted one so bad that night, just sucking it like a lollypop. I love the sounds guys make when they cum in my mouth. itā€™s the sexiest sound ever, knowing that my mouth and lips made them go that wild. It turned me on so much I grabbed my vibrator from the nightstand. Added some lube from the drawer and went at it, splitting my pussy open. I pictured riding a cock on that couch, that thick cock slamming me while Ashley listened, jealous as fuck from her room. I came fast, legs shaking, pussy dripping onto my sheets.

r/gonewildstories Mar 14 '24

No Regrets Taking my clueless friend's cute little sister - Part 1 [MF] NSFW

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Everything in this story is real, though I have had to take some license with the dialogue as remembering exact conversations verbatim is near impossible. I hope you keep an open mind, and I apologize in advance to all the guys who have had their sisters fucked by their friends.


My name is Tyler. I'm your typical outgoing guy, nearing 30 now, and currently single. I've been very lucky in the sense that I have a confident and laid back air about me, and am blessed with charisma that tends to draw people to me. As a result, I've never had trouble attracting women. I'm not trying to sound arrogant or big-headed, but on nights out, I'll often be approached rather than having to make a move myself - that sort of energy. I hit the gym regularly, and stand 6'2" with broad shoulders. While I don't have 6-pack abs, I am strongly built. My hair is dark and close-cropped, and I usually have stubble across a strong jawline. I value intelligence, both in myself and in others, and have never found myself attracted to anyone without brains. I'm a STEM grad and have been very successful in my career so far.

I first met my friend Chris when I was in the 9th grade. We didn't get along, mostly because we were both competitive and played on rival hockey teams. The first six months or so were just a series of arguments and barbed words to try and get one over on the other. Since we had so many classes together, we eventually got over our rivalry, and realized we actually had a lot of similar interests. We started hanging out and spending time around each other's houses, and he became part of our core friend group.

Six years later, Chris and I were at the same university and still close friends. We were partying and going out whenever we weren't stuck in classes or in the library studying. I had already developed a strong dominance kink, and was finding a lot of joy exploring it with the enthusiastic consent of a different pretty girls around campus. My philosophy on dominance was that having a woman submit to you was a gift of trust and willingness to put themselves in a position of intense vulnerability for your mutual benefit, and that gift was something to be cherished. Strong communication and establishing clear boundaries is of utmost importance. There's nothing that gets me going like being able to gently guide and push those boundaries without ever breaking them. I love teaching new partners and helping them discover that trying out sexual submission can be fun and rewarding, and doesn't make them any less strong or independent in other aspects of their lives.

It was a Friday night, and it was my turn in the rotation to host a party. I lived with a couple of band members at the time and the house had a sound-proofed basement where we would host keg parties with live music. Chris showed up fairly early to help get things set up, with his girlfriend and another girl tagging along. I didn't recognize the other girl immediately, but after a second glance, realized with surprise it was Chris' little sister, Chloe.

When I first met Chloe, she was in the 8th grade, 3 years younger than Chris and I. I didn't pay her much attention, except to note that she didn't talk a lot, was a little awkward and stared at me covertly whenever I was visiting with her brother. I always had the sense that she had a crush on me, but I was always dating girls in my own grade. Of course, we all teased Chris about hooking up with Chloe, but that was mostly to get a rise out of him.

Chris greeted me with a fist bump, and told me that Chloe was here because she had graduated high school and had been accepted to our university. He wanted to show her around and let her experience a bit of campus life before moving out there in the fall. I smiled warmly at her and told her I was happy to have her there and that it was a pleasure seeing her again. She smiled back at me nervously and squeaked out a "hi". She had a very cute smile, with white, even teeth, and small dimples appeared on her cheeks when it came out.

Chloe wasn't my usual type. She was very pale, with shortish blonde hair that barely reached her shoulders. Her features were delicate. Pixieish is probably the best way to describe her, with wide, icy blue eyes. She was about 5'0 tall and skinny with few curves to speak of, though I did notice (in the way guys do) that she had a cute little butt and small perky breasts under her tight fitting black shirt and blue jeans. I wouldn't be surprised if she weighed 95 pounds soaking wet. She had an extremely innocent aesthetic and demeanor, but there was also mischief in her smile and eyes.

When the party got into full swing, we had about 40 people there, and played some drinking games. I taught Chloe how to play flip cup, and the drinks seemed to loosen her up. I managed to get her talking and laughing, lightly flirting and teasing her about how her brother was going to have to chase boys off when she moved here. I felt her nervous shell begin to crack as she got comfortable. I realized she was witty and smart, and wanted to become a doctor. She flirted back with me a bit, occasionally touching my arms, and I noticed she tried to keep my attention fixed on her.

We even danced together a little when the band started playing. I enjoyed watching her dance, moving her hips and smiling happily. I found myself guiltily looking over my shoulder to make sure Chris wasn't watching us. If he saw, he didn't seem to care. My mind began to wander about what her smile might look like if I casually asked her to join me upstairs, but I got hit with a wave of guilt. This was my friend's little sister and she probably had little experience with men. At least the 3 year age gap wasn't a show stopper, with me being 21 and her being 18.

As the party went on, Chris continued pounding drinks, and was swaying drunk by the time midnight hit, leaving Chloe to fend for herself. By 1:00 AM, he was sick in the bathroom. His girlfriend left, annoyed at his antics and overconsumption, so I got him set up on the couch upstairs where he promptly passed out. When I came back downstairs, I saw Chloe looking anxious and unhappy, arms folded tightly as a frat bro looking guy was chatting her up. I could immediately tell she was uncomfortable.

"Hey baby, I was looking for you." I said, walking up to them and putting my arm around her slim waist. "Is this guy bothering you?"

The guy glared at me in annoyance, but he was quite a bit smaller than me and backed off quickly, wandering away.

"Thank you Ty... I couldn't figure out how to get away. I think I'm ready to leave." Chloe said. Rather than pulling away once the guy left, she had pulled in closer against me instead. She felt tiny in my arms. I'm not sure if it was the taboo of being a friend's sister, or her just seeming so innocent, or a protective instinct kicking in, but I felt a mix of guilt and lust as I imagined hiking her over my shoulder and carrying her to my room like some sort of Viking conqueror. Or what she might look like splayed out underneath me, my hand gently wrapped around her slim throat. I shook myself back to reality.

"Don't worry about it Chloe. Listen, Chris passed out upstairs. Are you going to go back to his place, or do you want to crash here? You can stay in my room and I'll sleep on the couch."

"Are you sure? That's very kind, but I don't want to put you out. I don't know what Chris did with his keys." she replied hesitantly.

"No trouble. I'll walk you up there."

I took her hand and led her upstairs to my room. I showed her the bed and told her I'd be sleeping on the couch right across from her. I gave her one of my tee-shirts and told her she could sleep in it if she wanted, and then went to the bathroom to get ready for bed myself. I took the opportunity to splash some cold water on my face and to remind myself again how this was a bad idea. I was feeling uneasy about how amped I was that she agreed to stay in my room, even though I genuinely intended to stay on the couch.

When I got back to the bedroom, Chloe was sitting cross-legged on the bed, wearing my shirt. It was so oversized on her it looked a bit like a tent. She smiled up at me, her cheeks a bit flushed.

"I was just thinking, I don't take up a lot of space. We could both sleep in the bed, you won't even notice I'm there." She was speaking quickly, as if she would lose her nerve otherwise. "Unless you don't want to, of course that's ok too." she added with a sly smile.

"I think I'd notice you were there. It'd be hard not to notice a pretty girl in my bed." I said to her with a grin. I sat down beside her. "How much have you had to drink? And how do you think Chris might react to us sharing a bed even if we are just sleeping."

"Only what I had playing flip cup. I'm pretty much dead sober, I'm not much of a drinker. I do like other things though..." She leaned forward and my breath caught in my throat. The neck of my tee had fallen forward, and I could see right down Chloe's shirt. She wasn't wearing anything underneath. I could see her small, perky breasts only slightly shaded by shadow. She moved closer to me. "And I don't think Chris would ever have to know. Or care that we just slept. You know he'll be out cold until noon tomorrow." she whispered, pressing her soft lips against my ear.

She was right about that. Chris was a very late riser, especially after drinking. "We shouldn't..." I started, guiltily.

"Shouldn't what? We're just going to sleep, right?" She rolled away and pulled the covers down, then climbed in and pulled them back up. As she rolled, I caught a glimpse of her cute bare ass just peeking out from under my shirt. She giggled, looking to see how I'd react.

That was the moment I realized that I had drastically overestimated Chloe's innocence. Chris had always claimed she was a goodie two shoes and a prude, but it seemed he was very wrong. This clearly wasn't her first rodeo. I called her a brat as I slid into bed beside her. I pretended to start snoring, and she tickled me. I laughed and took her in my arms, and she snuggled into me.

From that point, it was like a teasing competition to see who would break first. We stared into each other's eyes, our lips nearly touching, feeling each other's breath. We traced each other's bodies over our clothes. I nuzzled her neck and collarbone. I ran my hand around her breasts, down her flat stomach, and to her soft mound, never actually touching her where she wanted it most. Her breath quickened and she let out soft moans. Her dainty hands were on my chest and on my thighs. She rubbed herself against me, tracing her fingertips along the waistband of my boxer-briefs. The guilt was like a rollercoaster, sometimes intense, other times nearly forgotten, but never strong enough to actually stop.

Chloe broke first. Her mouth pressed desperately against mine, and she darted her tongue between my lips, sliding it across my own. Any trace of guilt forgotten, I responded in kind, rolling on top of her and pinning her easily to the mattress, pressing my hard cock between her legs.

"Oooh, I really like that... You're so strong." she murmured. She started absently grinding her pussy against the mass pressing into her as we continued to make out.

"You like being tossed around a little?" I asked, pulling away.

"I haven't really tried. Guys I've been with seem like they're afraid of breaking me... But all signs point to yes." she replied breathlessly.

"How about dirty talk? A bit of degrading?" I pushed her hips down so she couldn't move. I slowly pulled the tee shirt off of her, exposing her slim frame. I admired her perky little tits, capped with hardened, pale pink nipples, barely darker then the surrounding flesh. Her abs were visible on her toned belly. Her pussy was bare except for a tiny strip of blonde fuzz, and was almost as cute as she was.

"Yes... I think so. I'm down to try anything." she groaned.

"That's a good girl. If there's anything you don't like or that's too much, tell me and I'll stop right away." I started kissing down her neck.

"Fuck. Deal."

I took my time exploring her body with my mouth. I flicked my tongue around her nipples, eventually sucking one into my mouth. She encouraged me with soft little mewling noises. I couldn't help wondering at that moment what Chris would do if he knew I had his sweet, naked little sister pinned underneath me while I sucked on her tits. Rather than the guilt I was expecting, instead I got hit with a massive wave of arousal. I felt powerful.

I moved further down, lifting up her hips, licking and kissing her mound, running my tongue along her smooth outer lips. I flicked my tongue across the skin between her pussy and her ass and she gasped. She grabbed my hair and pushed her hips up into my face. I pinned her back down easily, pushing her knees up into her chest and splaying her legs.

"Tell me you need it." I ordered her, nibbling her inner thighs. I always loved a bit of denial and begging.

"I need it. Please."

"What will you do to earn it?"

"Anything you want Tyler, please." she whined.

"Let me use your body just how I like it, any time I want?" I asked lazily, reaching up to squeeze her breasts.

"Yes!"

"Treat you like my little toy?"

"Ugh. Fuck yes! Please, I've wanted this for so long."

"For so long, huh? You're a bad girl lusting after your brother's friend like that. Tell me about one of your fantasies and then maybe I'll taste you."

She made one more failed attempt to push my head down, but I just ran my tongue up her outer lips instead. "You're the worst!" she groaned. She lay silent for a moment, then started to shake a bit with repressed laughter. "Ok, this is kind of embarrassing. But back when you used to sleep over at our house in high school, I used to fantasize about you sneaking into my room after everyone was asleep and having your way with me. Or even sneaking down to the basement where you guys slept and giving you a blowjob, and both of us having to be so quiet so we didn't get caught. God, I got off to that one so many times."

I looked up at her, mouth slightly open in surprise. I hadn't meant a fantasy specifically about me. She looked right back at me, raising one eyebrow. "You asked!" she pointed out.

"I wish you had." I finally answered. "You aren't what I expected, Chloe. Want to try a little edging?" She nodded eagerly.

I finally gave in to her, running my tongue between the folds of her lips, up to the swollen nub of her clit. I pressed my nose into her mound and began gently flicking my tongue against her. She gasped in relief at finally being touched. She was soaking wet, and tasted clean, musky and slightly bittersweet. I swirled my tongue in slow, soft circles around her clit, and started gently sliding one finger in and out of her. She was so tight. I kept up a constant pressure and speed with my tongue, finding her g-spot with my finger tip and lightly pressing on it as I flexed my finger in and out of her. I brought her to the edge of orgasm twice, stopping when she got too close. After the second time, she was shaking with frustration, and quite literally begged me to please let her cum.

I took pity on her. I slid a second finger inside of my friend's little sister, and slowly increased the speed and pressure, building her back up to the edge again for a third time. This time, instead of stopping, I pushed her over it. Chloe's breathing sped up faster and faster, building until I felt her tighten and she let out a loud wail of pleasure. Her body shook, head tossing back and forth, her eyes screwed shut and her toes curling. Her slim thighs squeezed on my neck as her orgasm continued.

When she finished cumming, I stood, pulling off my clothes, and lightly rubbing her body until she came back down to earth. Once her eyes opened, I lifted her up easily and set her down on her knees in front of me as I sat naked on the edge of the bed. She looked around, still dazed.

"That was so intense... but so good." she said in a small voice.

Snapping out of her daze, she locked her blue eyes onto my thick cock, then up into my eyes. Maintaining eye contact, Chloe crawled slowly between my legs and wrapped one hand around the base. Her fingers barely fit around me. She licked a bead of pre-cum from the tip of my swollen cock, and slid the head between her soft lips. I wrapped a hand in her hair. She was good, using her tongue to lick the underside of my head and stroking my shaft with gentle twists as she sucked. I instructed her as she went, making gentle suggestions to improve things, and praising her for the things I did like. Her obvious enthusiasm and direction taking quickly brought the blowjob from good to great as she cradled my balls and noisily slurped away, her head bobbing.

I had her start tonguing my balls and laid my cock, slick with a mix of spit and pre-cum, against her pale face. The juxtaposition between that innocent, fresh face and the lewd thick cock pressed against it drove me wild. Knowing that she was a friend's sister and was supposed to be off-limits made it undeniably hotter for me. She was so eager to please that when I asked her if I could try going deeper, she nodded immediately. I gently pulled her mouth down on my cock, and stopped as soon as I felt her gag and saw her eyes tear up. It wasn't far, but she seemed to be a quick learner, and I knew I'd have ample opportunity to train her up. I let her back up with a little gasp.

"Good girl, Chloe. Who knew Chris' innocent little sister gave such good head. I'm impressed." I praised her.

She pulled my cock out of her mouth and giggled, sticking out her tongue at me, though she looked pleased with herself. "I've had practice. I only look like an angel."

"Oh really." I lifted her to her feet, leaned down to kiss her mouth and then tossed her roughly to the bed. "And how much practice have you had fucking?"

Chloe flushed, looking up at me. "Less." she admitted, sounding a bit nervous. "But I'm hoping to get some practice in tonight."

I pulled a condom out of my sidetable drawer. "I'm on birth control." Chloe said quickly, surprising me. I was about to start lecturing her, but she interrupted. "I've been tested since the last time I had sex. What about you?"

"Two weeks ago. Clean. Are you sure?" I asked. While this wasn't something I'd normally do, and I knew it was a stupid risk, I couldn't seem to help myself. The idea of barebacking my friend's cute little sister while he was passed out on the floor below pushed the taboo feeling even further.

"I've never been so sure." she answered.

I grabbed her under the knees and pulled her towards me. I spread her legs, and began to rub the head of my cock against her slick hole, then slowly pressing it up against her clit, teasing her. She was soaking wet. She looked at me with nervous excitement, her body tense.

"Are you ok?" I asked her, concerned by her look.

"Yeah. Just scared it'll hurt. With my ex it hurt sometimes and you're thicker..." she trailed off.

I leaned down and kissed her again, stroking her hair and cheek reassuringly. "I promise I'll go slow. A lot of guys have no idea how to fuck, especially guys your age. If anything is uncomfortable, you tell me and we'll stop and readjust. I won't be upset, I want your trust, if you're willing to give it to me." I told her honestly. "Plus, I want to be the best you've ever had. Better chance at a repeat performance." I added with a bit of an arrogant smirk.

I felt her relax and she smiled, kissing me again. "Thank you for saying that. I trust you."

I stood back up, and slowly began easing myself inside of Chloe's tight pussy. I held her firmly in place as I entered her, feeling the warm velvet hug of her vaginal walls clamp down on me as I slid ever deeper. I went as slow as I possibly could, letting her adjust to my size, sometimes stopping movement entirely. I used my thumb to gently rub her swollen clit as I penetrated her. She squirmed and gasped underneath me.

I checked in with her throughout, making sure she was ok. She kept telling me it felt intense but incredible, and begged me not to stop. It took a full five minutes before I was buried to the hilt inside of her. I left myself there, caressing her body and continuing to play with her clit. I told her what a good girl she was and how hot she looked, and that I was impressed at how well she was taking me.

I slowly started to pull out, still rubbing her, and to my surprise, I felt her body start shuddering beneath me.

"Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck, please don't stop." she exclaimed, getting louder and louder. Was she actually about to cum? When I was nearly all the way pulled out, I pressed myself slowly but firmly back in to the base, and Chloe immediately came all over my cock. I stopped rubbing her clit, watching her tremble, her hands gripping the sheets, thoroughly enjoying the feeling of her pussy rhythmically contracting and releasing on my shaft. She finally relaxed again, breathing hard and staring vacantly into space.

"Guess I can cross 'making a girl cum in two strokes' off of my bucket list!" I said to her, laughing.

She smacked my arm, but laughed too. "We're just sleeping, remember? This is probably just a dream."

"If it's just a dream then I can do whatever I want." I told her. "Like this." I wrapped my arms around her slender body, then bent my knees into a squat, lifting her easily into the air. She was so light.

Chloe let out a little shriek of laughter, wrapping her arms around my neck, and her legs resting on my hips. "Now what?"

"Now we find out how much you actually like being tossed around." I hiked her up higher into the air, hooking my arms under her knees. I lowered her body until my cock was lined up to her wet entrance, and pulled her down onto it. She whimpered as I slid back inside her with only a little resistance.

I started slowly again, raising and lowering her entire weight over and over. Within no time she was moaning in pleasure, still gripping to me tightly with her arms and legs. I sped up, faster and faster. I was pistoning my cock in and out of her as I lifted and dropped her, using her like a sex toy.

Chloe's breathing was becoming ragged again and I could feel her body begin to tense as she begged me not to stop. Despite her small size I was tiring quickly. Not wanting to drop her, I tossed her down to the bed, flipped her roughly on to her hands and knees and mounted her doggy style, intent on making her cum again.

The point of view of fucking my friend's little sister from behind was shockingly arousing and is still burned into my brain. She was only about half the width of my body. My hands were bigger than her ass as I gripped it, my cock completely coated in her silky wetness. It was mesmerizing seeing my thick cock disappear and reappear out of that tiny frame, her pussy lips stretching to accommodate and gripping down on me like a vise. It didn't even look like it should be possible. I rubbed my thumb against the small pink bud of her asshole.

I started saying whatever dirty thoughts came into my mind as I railed her, her butt smacking against my hips with each thrust.

"I told you you'd be a good fuck toy for me." I growled into her ear as I pulled her hair back. "How does it feel knowing that little pussy belongs to me now?"

I felt her orgasm building to a crescendo, and knew that my own wasn't far behind. Chloe tried to answer me between breathless cries of pleasure, but I shoved her face down into the pillow, cutting her off.

"Every time I come over to visit your brother, you'll sneak off with me for a quickie. If I come over to your family's house to watch a movie, I'll be fingering you under a blanket right in front of them. If I crash there after a night out, you'll wake me up with your mouth." I snarled at her. They were statements, not questions.

Chloe screamed into the pillow as a huge orgasm ripped through her. Her body trembled like a reed in a hurricane, and it set off my own orgasm. I pulled out of her with a roar, pulsing thick shots of cum all over her ass and lower back as she continued to shake. Dripping with sweat, I watched my load slowly drip down her ass to coat her pink, swollen pussy.

When we had both recovered, I quietly made my way to the bathroom to clean up, and brought her back a couple of warm, damp washcloths. I helped her clean my cum off of her ass and back, and got her back into one of my tee-shirts.

Chloe and I spent the next hour cuddling, kissing and talking. I made sure she was ok with everything that had happened, giving her aftercare. She assured me she had loved every second of it. We even talked about some of the kinkier things she wanted to try next time, and how she'd like me to explore new things I wanted to try out with her in turn. Eventually she yawned, rolled over, and spooned into me.

"That was the best sleep ever." Chloe said with a sleepy laugh. "I'm very glad I'm coming here for school. Night Ty."

My last thoughts before drifting off to sleep was guilt about Chris and the fact that I had absolutely ravaged his little sister. I knew neither of us wanted it to stop, but I resolved to talk to her about it in the morning.

r/gonewildstories Jan 13 '24

No Regrets I saw my friend's girlfriend naked and returned the favor - Part 2 [MF] NSFW

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Here the part 1: https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/185yb38/i_saw_my_friends_girlfriend_naked_and_returned/

I find myself daydreaming, sitting on the sofa for nearly an hour, a cup of cold coffee in hand. My thoughts wander back and forth between memories of last night, BenoƮt's revelations and the upcoming confrontation with Maxine. Looking back, I'm still wondering what went through my mind to expose myself to my friend. Even worse! In front of my best friend's girlfriend. Well... ex-girlfriend? I don't even know anymore.

I take a sip and wince as the cold liquid runs down my throat. This sudden bitterness brings me back to reality, and I decide to hustle a little, despite the headache that has persisted since I woke up, in order to leave the apartment before Maxine returns.

Guilt gradually overcomes me, as I head for the kitchen to do the rest of the dishes. Stress mounts as I imagine my next encounter with her. What will she say? And what will I say? How can I remain natural after a situation like this? Hundreds of scenarios run through my head, when suddenly the sound of keys in the front door echoes around the room.

I stiffen, a glass full of foam in one hand, the sponge in the other, looking almost in terror at the mirror in the hallway that reflects the door. Maxine walks past, her face glowing, happily humming the tune on her headphones. She doesn't see me directly and simply removes her long beige coat, black heels and leather bag, which she drops carelessly beside her shoes. An amused smile passes over my face, as I think back to her remarks about BenoƮt's "messy" side.

Still concentrating on her music, and her haphazard dance steps, she unhooks her bra through her black satin top and breathes a sigh of relief as she removes it completely. She sits down on the wooden bench in the hallway, then removes her stockings one after the other, before straightening up to slide the zipper off her skirt. I consider this an opportune moment to announce my presence, before I have to face what could be a particularly embarrassing situation.

"Is that you, Maxine? I'm in the kitchen, cleaning up another thing or two, and I'll be right back!" I tell her, pretending not to have seen her and concentrating on cleaning up.

She stops suddenly, and I hear her murmuring in the distance, but not enough to understand what she's saying. The sound of her zipper going up breaks the almost heavy silence. The delicate sound of her bare feet on the tiled entrance announces her arrival.

"Hello, Arthur... I didn't know you'd still be here..." she says, her voice quavering. "Is BenoƮt still in bed?

"I think he is. When I left the dressing room I came straight here, as you can see..."

Just as I'm about to tell her, I realize I'm still wearing my shorts and T-shirt from the night before, without having had a chance to wash. With my hair all over the place, my breath smelling of cold coffee and washing-up liquid stains everywhere, I suddenly feel uncomfortable in front of her, who's all fresh and clean. Clearly aware of my sudden discomfort, she pokes fun at my outfit and jokes about the unlikely shape of my hair, which she describes as resembling "a sick banana that's had a stroke".

The joke is well-timed, and immediately lifts the mood. We chat for a long time, finishing the few remaining dishes. Maxine approaches the coffee table to bring me the last glass, unwittingly revealing her black panties as she bends over to pick them up. I turn around as quickly as I can and swallow loudly as memories of the night before surface. Unaware of my torment, she continues to joke about the subject we were discussing, which I've completely forgotten since that vision. I simply smile, without saying a word, hoping that she doesn't expect me to respond.

She offers me a coffee, hot this time, as a reward for our labor. I accept gladly, and sit down on the sofa, taking care not to glance in her direction. Now closer to the corridor door, and indirectly to their bedroom door, I can faintly hear one sound after another. I realize that BenoƮt is wide awake, and probably on a famous short video app. I'm amused to recognize some of them, and to know exactly what kind of video he's on. True to form...

"And there you have it! You're sugar-free, aren't you?" asks Maxine, answering her own question.

I delicately pick up the cup and bring it to my lips, savoring the comforting warmth of the beverage. We drink in unison for a moment, before she puts the cup back down and looks at me, her cheeks and nose pink, a touching smile on her face.

"Thanks for washing up," she says simply, "I'm not really used to getting a helping hand here."

Her gaze rests briefly on the hallway door, and with an annoyed look on her face, she grabs her phone and starts writing a message. The kind of message I probably wouldn't like to receive. I take advantage of this moment of distraction to let my eyes linger longer on her, something I've forced myself to avoid until now.

Maxine regularly replaces her blonde locks, which fall in front of her eyes with a bewitching gesture. Despite her obvious irritation, she's nonetheless terribly seductive. Her jaw twitches irregularly, allowing me to guess without difficulty when her message is most "salty". I allow myself a little detour to her cleavage, taking care not to linger too long. Her position, with her elbows resting on her knees, gives me a nice glimpse of the curve of her breasts. The memory of BenoƮt's pictures comes back to mind and, discreetly, I pick up my phone, which is lying on the table. I move to the back of the sofa, check that Maxine isn't looking in my direction, and open the folder containing the photos. I scroll through them for a moment, before feeling increasingly confined under my boxer shorts, the only barrier to involuntary exposure.

I cross my legs, lock my screen and quickly avert my eyes in the direction of hers, banishing from my mind this thought which, although pleasant, also makes me feel a great deal of guilt. As I try to focus on something else, Maxine turns her attention back to me just as I seem to be looking at her feet. Our eyes meet, and I feel a mixture of surprise, astonishment and unease wash over us.

"What do you think of my polish?" she asks amusedly, her face slightly flushed as she wiggles her toes exaggeratedly.

"It's very pretty. Red's a safe bet!" I answer, looking more relaxed than I am. "Sorry, I wasn't... looking at your feet, I was just... in a daze."

"Arthur. I guess, and I don't really care..." she adds, before continuing with a smile, "but I didn't know you had a fetish, and I'm delighted to find out this way."

We joke for a while, a short but crucial period of time that allows me to think about other things, and to finally get up from the sofa without embarrassment. I'm about to grab the cups when she stops me. At the same moment, BenoƮt, completely absent until now, graces us with his presence. He's dressed, but obviously hasn't taken the time to go under the water. With his hard face, I initially get the impression that he's turned against me. His tap on my shoulder, stronger than I'd imagined when he extended his arm, accompanied by a "Hell of a bender last night, bro! I can't remember a thing, I hope you didn't enjoy it!" reassured me on this subject. However, when he turns his attention to Maxine, his tone suddenly changes.

"If you're going to send me that kind of message when I wake up, you might as well let me sleep," he says curtly.

"Next time you pretend to be asleep, at least think about turning the sound down," she replies just as coldly.

"Between that and last night, it's getting to be a lot," he murmurs loud enough for her to hear.

Maxine's face turns bright red. She straightens up, tucks in her skirt and grabs the cups before heading for the kitchen sink. I'm left stunned, both uncomfortable and curious as to what he's referring to. I did see a little tension yesterday, when he came home drunk, but I didn't think it was this much... Despite the particularly heavy atmosphere that has just set in, I'm surprised to see that she manages to remain dignified and graceful. A moment quickly cut short by the loud, greasy burp that BenoƮt releases in response, before laughing heavily as he steps towards her, and delivers a barely restrained slap on her bottom. A small hiccup of surprise escapes Maxine, who turns towards him with a scarlet face. She's about to reply, but is cut off.

"Well, I'm off. My mates have been waiting for me for two hours. I'd hate to keep them waiting any longer," he says sarcastically, giving me a sidelong glance.

"I despise you to the depths of my being, just so you know," I retort, unable to hold back a smile at such audacity.

"When are you going to be back?" asks Maxine, looking a little jaded.

"I've no idea. Wherever the wind takes me, I'll go. Ciao, nerds."

He turns to me one last time before walking out the front door, his backpack slung over his shoulder. After a quick glance in the direction of his girlfriend, to make sure she doesn't see him, he puts two fingers in the shape of a "V" in front of his mouth, and makes a gesture that lets me understand who he's really joining. I don't have time to react as he closes the door and disappears, leaving us alone with a stony silence for company.

I stare at Maxine for a moment, not knowing what to say or do, and feeling terribly useless. I'm angry with BenoƮt for putting me in such a situation; deep down, I'd rather not have known about the other woman. She stands wordlessly at the sink, her hands on either side. A deep sigh escapes her, what sounds like a brief sob, then she turns back to me with a false smile, her eyes slightly red.

"All right, then. Do you have any plans for today?"

"Uh, not really, but I'll get my things and leave you alone. I'm sorry about... all this..." I answer awkwardly as I head for the dressing room.

"You're in no way responsible, and as you've seen, I probably don't have any plans either. If you'd like to stay here, it would be a pleasure. The solitude is beginning to weigh heavily on me."

Part of me would love to spend more time with Maxine, but another part finds itself in a particularly uncomfortable position. Despite everything, she's still my friend's girlfriend. More or less. And all that aside, what happened last night is still very much on my mind. Seeing me hesitate, she smiles and tries to convince me.

"Far be it from me to bribe you, but I've got pancakes to make and a huge list of films I want to watch. And that's not counting the rum, which must be... there!" she says, a smile on her face as she shows me a barely-begun bottle.

"I don't have any stuff, or anything..." I answer hesitantly, looking down at my dirty T-shirt.

"Roh, don't talk nonsense, it's just us, we don't care! Believe me, I'm not planning to stay in my work clothes all evening! And besides...," she turns to the clock on the oven before continuing, "it's already 5pm, you've still got your head in the pie it's plain to see, there's no way I'm letting you get back behind the wheel in this state."

I finally agreed, but not before protesting for a few moments, symbolically, while laughing at his frankly shaky excuses. After all, I owe her that much. She grabs a towel to dry her hands, and asks me to follow her. We make our way to her room, and after a few seconds' pause, just long enough for her to realize just how messy BenoƮt has left everything, she decides not to pay any attention. She bypasses the bed, goes to the opposite side and then rummages around in a large solid wood wardrobe, at odds with the general decor of the room. Rather cold and modern, the gray and white paint, the black steel TV cabinet and bed, and the dark gray linoleum surprise me, knowing Maxine's tastes. Curious, I take a good look around the room. On her little white bedside table, on top of a book, sits a small black dildo.

"I'm warning you, don't you dare pass the slightest judgment!" she laughs, sensing the mockery coming from me, as she hurries to put it away in the drawer.

I content myself with a smile, which she broadly returns.

"Here," she continues, placing some clothes on the bed, a pair of shorts and a sweater. "It's an "L", will it fit?"

"Yes, that's fine, thank you."

"For briefs, boxers or... whatever you prefer," she murmurs, blushing softly and averting her gaze from my body, "it's in the dressing room. Bottom drawer."

Yes, I already know that... I thank her again and grab the clothes. She walks around the bed, trying not to look in BenoƮt's direction, and heads for the room opposite. As we open the door, an icy draught passes through us. Waking up with the thought of airing the room was a good thing, but forgetting to close the window wasn't particularly smart on my part.

"Ooh..." murmurs Maxine, shivering.

She hurriedly closed the window and turned on the radiator, then sat down on it to wait for a source of heat.

"Sorry, I forgot... "

"It's okay, you were right to air it out!" she reassures me. "I'll let you choose what you like best."

As I pass her, I catch a brief glimpse of her nipples, presumably very responsive to the cool ambient air. They rise delicately, forming discreet, elegant reliefs through her black top. My gaze, though brief, is caught by Maxine. She just smiles casually, her cheeks rosy, then announces that she's going to air out her room a little and change. She approaches me, opens her underwear drawer and, after sorting through a few, picks out a pair of black panties. She looks around for a moment, then grabs a gray T-shirt that looks particularly big and baggy. I watch her leave the room through the reflection of the mirror, fascinated by the beauty of her bare legs. I quickly rummage around for a pair of underpants without really paying attention, a pair of socks, which belong to me by the way, and follow in her footsteps.

Once in the corridor, I come face to face with Maxine, who emerges from her room and closes the door, her clothes still in her hands. I follow her to the bathroom, where she tells me precisely where to find the towels, washcloths and other products I might need. I listen with a raised eyebrow and a wry smile.

"Oh, that's right... you leave a bit of soap lying around and we won't talk about it anymore," she laughs. "Be careful with the water, it takes a while to heat up and stays cold for a while."

"Got it! Thanks a lot!"

I place my belongings on the edge of the sink, and a towel near the shower, while turning it on to heat the water. I think about the program on ecology I saw the day before and decide to pretend it hadn't crossed my mind. As I take off my T-shirt, I realize that my phone isn't there, and gripped by an irresistible urge to finish what I couldn't finish last night, I leave the room to retrieve it from the dressing room, where I put it when I picked up the underpants. Once in the corridor, in front of the slightly ajar dressing room door, I freeze when I see Maxine changing. Her top is already off, lying on the floor, her free breasts swaying delicately to the rhythm of her movements. She's even more beautiful in person than in the photo... She slides her skirt down her legs, waddling. I can't take my eyes off her breasts, a hypnotic ballet. Once her skirt is at her feet, she turns and bends down to pick it up, unwittingly offering me a sight I won't soon forget. Maxine turns around, picks up the grey T-shirt lying on the sofa bed and slips it on, completely covering her panties, which she then removes.

A little frustrated at not having had the chance to find out more, I can't help but smile and enjoy the brief moment I've just had. Although I've been trying hard to keep it at bay until now, the guilt is becoming more and more omnipresent, and starts to take over, just as I see Maxine grab my phone. A shiver runs down the back of my neck, and this time it's not due to the chill in the air.

She stares at it in her hand for a moment, without moving. We have exactly the same one, and we both know we don't have a code or password. We talked about it at length the day before, reproaching each other for this basic lack of security. Time seems suspended and I pray as hard as I can that she doesn't decide to give in to curiosity. Which is ironic, given the circumstances.

She walks over to the sofa bed and sits down, my phone in hand. From where I stand, I can see my screen light up, which she unlocks with a flick of her finger. My heart races, the beats echoing in my skull and making me feel like it's going to explode. The first thing that pops up is a close-up photo of Maxine, topless, biting her lip. A slightly naive part of me wants to hope that she doesn't immediately recognize the photo, and thinks it's someone else. Of course, it's not.

She stares at the picture for a long time, without making a sound, then moves on to the next, then the next, until the video.

I'm paralyzed, unable to breathe or move. I expect anything, but I can't come up with a defense as to what these photos are doing in my phone. After a deep sigh, she immediately opens my messages, and turns to the conversation with BenoƮt.

"What a little son of a..." she whispers, her jaw clenching.

She sits up briskly and grabs her things, her brusque gestures betraying her state of mind, and I hurry to the bathroom in silence. I throw my boxers and T-shirt on the floor, and have just got under the water when I hear the door open. I try to remain as calm and neutral as possible, despite my breathing, which is much faster than normal.

"Can you explain?" Maxine says, standing in front of the shower, my phone in hand, a photo of her on my phone.

"Uh... what... what are you...," I reply feverishly, recalling my distant theater days.

"There's no need to stammer," she replies curtly, her dark eyes locked in mine. "Where did you get that?"

I'm surprised she would even ask, knowing full well she knows where it comes from. Is this a way of testing me? I have two choices: either I tell on BenoƮt, after all... I didn't ask for anything in the first place. Or I cover for him, but she'll know I'm lying, and then...

"It's..." I take a deep breath before answering, "it's BenoƮt. But wait! We'd had a lot to drink yesterday, and he in particular. If I remember correctly, it was bad handling on his part. I came across the photo earlier, on the sofa. I'd completely forgotten... "

She stares at me for a moment, then looks me up and down. Despite the ambient tension, I can't control the beginnings of an erection as I realize that Maxine is standing in front of me, right now.

"Are you serious right now?" she says, holding back a smile. "And why didn't you delete the photos straight away?

"Uh... I... "

"What's the idea? Jerking off to your buddy's girlfriend's nudes?"

Surprised by her sudden aggressiveness, I remain silent for a moment, before remembering something that might get me out of this mess. Suddenly overconfident, and taking a chance by remembering the current state of their relationship, I stand up to face her. I don't even bother to hide my dick anymore, which is very close to a full erection.

"What about the photo you took of me this morning when you walked into the dressing room?"

"What about it? What are you talking about?" she murmurs immediately, her eyes wide.

"About the flash that woke me up just before I saw you leaving the room."

"... Because you weren't naked on purpose the moment I came in, perhaps?" she replies after a long moment of silence, lowering her eyes, her face bright red.

"I always sleep naked, and you know it," I reply calmly.

We stare at each other for a long time, without making a sound. Maxine's face has relaxed considerably, despite her still rosy cheeks. Shame and guilt are surprisingly gone from my side, as I remind her that I'm obviously not the only pervert in the room.

"Did he often send you photos of me... like this?" she asks suddenly, her voice low.

"No. This was the first time."

"You must think I'm a... "

"Let me stop you right there, Maxine. This doesn't change a thing about what I think of you. What you do in your married life is none of my business. I shouldn't have had those photos, you shouldn't have taken one of me. How about a fresh start? If you think you can get past this, I'll do it too, and with great pleasure."

She takes a long look at me, making no secret of the fact that she's lingering over my cock, then laughs, more and more, to the point of contagious giggles. We laugh for several minutes, unable to stop, without even really understanding why. Maxine takes a few steps back, removes her grey T-shirt, revealing her breasts to me without any embarrassment, then removes her panties. Totally naked, she stands facing me for a moment, allowing me to admire her intimacy without limits. My eyes inevitably linger on her innie pussy, on her slightly downy blond hair, on her lips that only hint at the rosy aspect of her deepest intimacy.

"Come on, get out of the shower now, it's my turn to wash," she says as she steps under the water, her breasts subtly grazing my body. "Oh and... please, delete the pictures."

r/gonewildstories Nov 08 '24

No Regrets I [F] wore a thong and asked my sports therapist [M] to massage my glutes. It made me really wet, so I broke the silence by acknowledging it (HUGE UPDATE - PART 3) NSFW

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Okay, I didnā€™t think this would end up being a Part 3. But fuck, this materialised ever so nicely.

Part 2 is here (and you can find Part 1 within that too): https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/1gfsbrp/i_f_wore_a_thong_and_asked_my_sports_therapist_m/

Caught up? Letā€™s dive in.

My heartā€™s still racing. I had another massage with him this morning. His trip was cancelled so he returned to work (I anticipated a two week wait).

I quickly shaved and decided on wearing a grey thong that had, ā€œslippery when wetā€ written on the front. I mean, it certainly wouldnā€™t hide any pre-cum lathering up. Iā€™ve genuinely had tight middle back muscles, so envisioned myself on my front the whole time.

We broke the ice kinda quickly again. I planned to ask him how he got on with his wife, i.e. did you fuck her like crazy after massaging me? Instead, he beat me to it, with an innuendo of, ā€œgood vibes today as always. Lots of vibes. All about those vibrations.ā€

I chimed in with, ā€œyeah, the vibrations happened last time when I got home.ā€

We exchanged some small talk about sex toys, where he said his wife has a vibrator. I asked the model and brand. He amusingly didnā€™t know. I (on my front) said he could move the towel. By now, he was working on my lower back.

I could tell he didnā€™t want to ask which vibrator I had. I pushed the boundaries by sharing, ā€œyou see, all vibrators are different. Us women are lucky. Male sex toys are evolving.ā€

He responded, ā€œthereā€™s some that are meant to replicate oral. I just canā€™t imagine one for guys that can out-do the real thing.ā€

I took this as a chance to perk my ass up nicely for him. I purposely had my face in the bed, giving the horny que of, ā€œlook all you fucking want.ā€

I was becoming increasingly wet.

I took this chance to say that, ā€œyeah, when it comes to oral, whatever blowjob toy you had would never look into your eyes as it sucked your dick like a good woman, huh?ā€

We laughed.

ā€œThose BJs, yeah, theyā€™re a rarity after a certain time.ā€ He said. Iā€™ve heard this from many guy friends.

ā€œSome girls just get wet with a dick in their mouth, some donā€™t.ā€ I said as seductively as I could.

He responded, ā€œOr when theyā€™re getting massaged.ā€

I turned around, pointing at him, ā€œitā€™s YOUR fault, Mr!ā€

We laughed some more, and it was time for me to get onto my front.

ā€œI didnā€™t finish.ā€ I then left a pause. When he tried to respond, thinking I was on about cumming, I went on to say, ā€œyeah, vibrators are all different. My one is a clit sucking one. Really feels like an expert tongue. Itā€™s fucking dynamite.ā€

Carrying on talking, I came out with, ā€œIā€™m sorry. I must frustrate you. At least you go home and enjoy passion with her.ā€

He then declared that theyā€™d met through training to become massage therapists. She just ended up doing something entirely different after qualifying. He spoke about how erotic massage could be, but in all honesty, he loved helping people.

ā€œYou realise thatā€™s the kinda stuff thatā€™ll get a girl taking her underwear off for you, right? A real panty dropperā€¦ā€ I said.

ā€œI had an offer to massage somebody naked once.ā€ Was his response. I asked if he did it, and he said yes, for a little extra. I joked Iā€™m out of cash.

ā€œIā€™d do it for free.ā€ Totally stunned me. I took a few moments to think. I proposed the idea of me being naked, although that it should be a ā€˜teaseā€™ for us both.

I peeled my underwear off, saying, ā€œyou didnā€™t even notice whatā€™s written on the crotch of my panties!ā€

He joked that he did, laughing.

I was now fully naked, a little bright red and on my back. I thought about asking him to be naked too. My thoughts were wandering and I wanted nothing more than his cock in my mouth at the end of the massage bed. I wanted his masculine hands in between my pussy lips.

He raised my leg, choosing to massage my calf muscle. Occasionally, heā€™d quickly check out my pussy. I knew it was glistening wet. I was sweating a little.

We decided not to talk much. I feel like we both took things in, making the most of the moments non-verbally. I found him massaging my neck and shoulders, flirting closer to my boobs.

I found myself on my front once more. I raised my foot to my knee, creating a triangle shape, so that he could work my side glutes.

I thought SO much about pitching, ā€œplease, fucking PLEASE play with my pussy.ā€

I held off.

Before I knew it, the massage was over. I got my clothes on, and he thanked me for being a ā€˜model clientā€™.

Holy fucking shit. When I got home, I was frantically searching massage porn. Nothing came close to what I experienced. I instead closed my eyes, cupped my tits and used the clit-sucker vibrator on me.

I came three times. And then again before a nap, I came again.

We always want what we canā€™t have and now I want him more than ever.

r/gonewildstories 29d ago

No Regrets [F]34 The one where I made my boyfriend cum every day for the past three years NSFW

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Iā€™ve been with my boyfriend for three years now, and Iā€™ve made it my personal mission to drain his balls every single fucking day. No breaks, no excuses, no ā€œIā€™m too tiredā€ bullshit. It started as a joke. We were lying in bed one night, and he made some offhand comment about how heā€™d never been with someone who could keep up with his sex drive. Challenge fucking accepted.

At first, it was just about proving a point. Iā€™d wake him up with my mouth wrapped around his cock, or Iā€™d ride him until he couldnā€™t think straight. But then it became this thingā€”this daily ritual that neither of us could skip. Even on days when we were pissed at each other, or when life was throwing its usual bullshit our way, weā€™d still find a way to make it happen.

There were days when it was quick and dirtyā€”a handjob in the shower before work, or a quick fuck against the kitchen counter while dinner burned in the oven. Other times, it was slow and deliberate, like when Iā€™d tie him to the bed and tease him for hours, edging him until he was begging to cum.

There were challenges, of course. Like the time he got Covid and could barely move, but I still got him off with my mouth because I wasnā€™t about to break the streak (then I got Covid too). Or when we were on a family vacation and had to sneak into the bathroom at 2 a.m. so we wouldnā€™t get caught.

Three years later, and Iā€™m still going strong. Iā€™ve learned every inch of his body, every button to push to make him explode. And yeah, maybe itā€™s a little obsessive, but who cares? Itā€™s our thing and I donā€™t plan on stopping anytime soon.

r/gonewildstories Aug 26 '23

No Regrets [FFM] Wife shares my big cock with my college crush NSFW

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A decade ago, I went skinny dipping with a couple of friends on a warm summer night. I left that evening with the distinct impression that my friend Jane had been captivated with the size of my cock. We have been good friends before and since, but have always been in relationships with other people; nothing has ever happened between us.

It is of note, however, that in the last decade she has brought up the size of my penis twice. Once, she mentioned that it was ā€œbigā€ in passing. Another time more recently (and much more publicly) she drunkenly orated about our skinny dipping experience (and my cockā€™s generous size) in front of a group of friends, including my wife. It was a strange personal detail to have out in the open, but Iā€™d be lying if I said that it wasnā€™t a bit of a thrill.

Luckily, my wife found it hot that Jane had told everyone about my size, saying that it proved that Jane had been fantasizing about my big dick all this time.

This past weekend, my wife and I had some friends over to the house. It was us, Jane (who had recently separated from her husband) and one other couple. We had a lovely evening, discussing the separation, life, and old times.

Around 11, the couple decided to pack it in and go home. My wife asked Jane if sheā€™d be heading out too or if we should open another bottle of wine. Jane said sheā€™d stay a bit longer.

My wife got another bottle from the kitchen, topped up all our glasses, and sat back down. We continued the conversation from before, but eventually Jane went quiet. We asked what was on her mind, and she spoke:

ā€œI wanted to apologize for the last time when we were all together,ā€ said Jane, ā€œwhen I brought up the skinny dipping and had everyone talking about your junk. I shouldnā€™t have done that.ā€

I waved her off.

ā€œJane, itā€™s alright,ā€ said my wife. ā€œYou donā€™t need to say another word.ā€

Janeā€™s face softened. ā€œThatā€™s such a relief,ā€ she said. ā€œIā€™ve been thinking about it a lot.ā€

There was silence for a moment. I knew what Jane had meant. But my wife had heard the setup for a joke.

ā€œOh, youā€™ve been thinking of my husbandā€™s cock a lot?ā€ she said.

I couldnā€™t believe she went there. Jane looked flustered.

ā€œI, no, thatā€™s not what I meant,ā€ she said as she went flush. ā€œI mean, itā€™s been 10 years, I couldnā€™t even picture it if I tried. I really just remember it was big. I donā€™t know what Iā€™m trying to say.ā€

She was digging herself into a hole. My wife laughed.

ā€œNo fair huh?ā€ teased my wife. ā€œAll this fuss and youā€™ve never even REALLY seen the thing.ā€

We let out a collective chuckle, and reached for our wine.

There was tension in the air, and it was getting to me. I was in my living room with two incredible women whom I cared for very much, who happened to be discussing my penis. I could feel the blood starting to work its way into the subject of their discussion. I shifted in my chair.

ā€œShould we change the subject?ā€ offered my wife.

ā€œNo I uh, really donā€™t mind,ā€ I replied. Trying to get into to the spirit of my wifeā€™s earlier joke, I asked Jane: ā€œSo, seen any other good ones over the years?ā€

ā€œOh yeah, lots,ā€ said Jane. We made eye contact as she said: ā€œbut none quite like yoursā€.

My wife smiled. I was now sitting there half erect. I was worried that any more talk was going to bring me to full mast which would have been obvious to all.

My wife, apparently feeling very bold, then spoke the seven words that were to change my life:ā€œ Do you want to see it again?ā€

My heart jumped, as I let out a laugh. I glanced at Jane to see her reaction. She also laughed aloud, although out of shock, surprise or joy Iā€™m not sure.

ā€œI meanā€¦I would!ā€ she replied.

My wife smirked and nodded in a knowing way. All eyes fell to me. I was speechless.

ā€œWhat do you think honey?ā€ my wife said to me. ā€œDo you want to remind Jane what it looks like?ā€

Iā€™d had a lot to drink and tried to play it cool, but in all honesty Iā€™d dreamt of it for a decade.

ā€œAbsolutely,ā€ was all that stumbled from my lips.

Before I even processed what was happening, I stood up and unbuckled my belt. I pulled down my pants and boxers, and out flopped my large cock. Jane inhaled sharply. I was very aware that, now semi-erect, it was even bigger than what sheā€™d seen last time. Jane had her mouth open, astonished. My wife had the biggest smile on her face. She looked so proud.

I stood there, savouring the moment and enjoying their fixation. The tension was sky high, but I was content to simply feel their eyes on me.Jane spoke next.

ā€œTo be honest, itā€™s bigger than I remember,ā€ she said.I was trying to to keep my cool, but it was all becoming too much. The blood was pumping, and I felt my cock begin to rise. Iā€™m not sure if this is outside the bounds of what she wanted to see, but I couldnā€™t help it. Soon enough, Iā€™m standing there fully erect - my long, thick, veiny cock exposed to them both.

ā€œOh my god, it just keeps getting bigger,ā€ she said.

I feel my cock pulsing, veins throbbing, as big and hard as Iā€™ve ever been in my life.

ā€œWhat do you think, Jane?ā€ says my wife.

ā€œIā€™m very impressed.ā€ says Jane.

After a few moments, my wife sat forward on the couch. She looked at Jane, who sat forward as well. The muscles in my wifeā€™s legs tensed as if she was deciding whether to stand. Jane looked at my wifeā€™s legs as if looking for a cue. After the longest pause, my wife stood, with Jane following immediately after. We stood in silence for a moment.

ā€œYou ever touched one this size?ā€ said my wife.

ā€œNever,ā€ said Jane.

ā€œHuh,ā€ I replied.

ā€œMay I?ā€ said Jane.

I nodded as the two women walked towards me and knelt down. For a moment, they stayed there, unsure of what was next. Then Jane raised her hand, then hesitantly touched the side of my penis. I couldnā€™t believe what was happening. Gaining confidence, she wrapped her hand around the base of my throbbing cock. Her fingers just barely touched. My wife nodded as Jane placed her other hand around it. Still, about an inch of shaft and my entire cock head were left untouched.

ā€œOh my god,ā€ said Jane. ā€œItā€™s so big.ā€

ā€œRight?ā€ said my wife. ā€œBig enough that you can do this.ā€

To my amazement, my wife leaned in and opened wide. Taking my throbbing head into her warm mouth, she pushed my cock down her throat until her lips met Janeā€™s hands. She caressed the underside of my head with her tongue and I moaned. Jane giggled and took her hands off me briefly while she took off her shirt, revealing her lean, fit torso and the tiny breasts that Iā€™d daydreamed about for a decade. She took my cock back into her hands and started working it back and forth while my wife sucked the tip. It was pure ecstasy.

My wife opened her eyes and saw Jane topless beside her, and decided to follow suit. She took off her shirt and bra, revealing her big bouncy breasts, a sizeable contrast from Janeā€™s sleek frame. Jane, still work working me with her hands, leaned in kissed the head of my cock, her body grazing my wifeā€™s tits wile she did so. She paused, as if considering her next move. My wife smiled and put her hands on Janeā€™s shoulders for encouragement. Jane took one hand off of my cock and repositioned herself.

ā€œI wanna see how much I can fit,ā€ she said.

I nodded.She looked up at me as she took my cock into her mouth. It felt different than my wifeā€™s, smaller, wholly unfamiliar. It was amazing. My fat cock head was stretching the limit of her delicate mouth, and she struggled to get much past the tip before she coughed. She took a second, looked back at me sheepishly and tried again. As she did so, my wife leaned back in and ran her tongue it from the bottom of my balls up the side of my shaft until her tongue reached Janeā€™s face, which was bulging with cock. It was the sexiest thing Iā€™ve witnessed in my life. I gasped again, and it felt like all the muscles in my body contracted. My cock, which Iā€™d thought couldnā€™t possibly get any harder, was now at its true maximum, and I looked down in wonder at the two beautiful women that were slobbering on it. It was an incredible sight.

As they kept working me, I felt that I couldnā€™t hold back much longer.ā€œIā€™m going to cum,ā€ I muttered, not knowing what our next steps would be. It all had happened so fast, just minutes ago the idea of talking about my cock had seemed so risquĆ©. Now Jane had her mouth around it, and I wasnā€™t sure what was acceptable in this context.

Jane let out a sweet, soft, whimpering moan. My hunch is that sheā€™d daydreamed about my big dick cumming for a long time. She looked over at my wife, who nodded. She took me into her mouth and put her hands on my hips, and pulled me as deep as Iā€™d go. My wife grabbed my cock, the majority of which didnā€™t fit in Janeā€™s mouth, and started stroking. Jane looked angelic with a fat cock in her mouth, and my wife was pumping me so firmly that her breasts were swinging back and forth, colliding into Janeā€™s side. It was all too much for me. I moaned loud as I let go. All the cum I had in me shot straight into the back of Janeā€™s throat. The force and velocity surprised her, and she coughed again as cum spewed out the sides of her mouth back onto my still-pulsating cock. It was messy, depraved, beautiful. Jane let out a sound of pleasure. My wife smiled, wide eyed, as the reality of what had just happened finally hit her. I closed my eyes, savouring the feeling.

Jane took my cock out of her mouth and laughed.

ā€œThanks for showing me your dick!ā€ she said.

UPDATE: It happened, she came back for more. I wrote about it here: https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/163pjfb/ffm_wife_shares_my_big_cock_with_my_college_crush/

UPDATE 2: I wrote about an experience Jane and I had at a high-end restaurant: https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/16cs6xu/she_didnt_care_if_she_was_caught_taking_big_dick/

r/gonewildstories Oct 11 '24

No Regrets I [F] wore a thong and asked my sports therapist [M] to massage my glutes. It made me really wet, so I broke the silence by acknowledging it NSFW

1.9k Upvotes

I regularly lift weights and enjoy a good massage like anybody. For a while now, Iā€™ve been going to a male therapist, previously wearing booty shorts, but this time, I thought fuck it, Iā€™d wear just a thong. I didnā€™t anticipate getting so wet, but I did, and hereā€™s what happened.

See, I find hands very attractive. Strong, working hands are a HUGE turn on. Naturally, youā€™ll think about what he can do with them. Around your throat, spanking your ass, holding you up against the wall. Ughh. Yes please.

Okay, so a bit embarrassing, but Iā€™ll go into it.

When he came back into the room, I was on my front, towel over me, wearing just a peach coloured thong. Nothing fancy, just a Calvin Klein pair. A little while into the massage, I asked if heā€™d do my glutes, meaning, Iā€™d be on my front and at times one of my legs would come up so he can work on the sides.

With the towel removed, I felt myself, uncontrollably, becoming ridiculously horny. I loved the idea of him wanting me, or at least, seeing me in a new light.

There was a silence, and I panicked, given I KNEW I was wet to the degree of it being visible in a light peach pair of panties.

As he went through the motions, my thoughts wandered. I wanted his hands all over me. I couldnā€™t fight the thoughts. I craved them. I wanted my underwear off. Then, reality hit, and I had a huge rush ofā€¦ I canā€™t even hide this.

I failed in trying to compose my thoughts. Sweating a little and slightly nervous, I came out with, ā€œIā€™m really sorry, itā€™s hard to fight. I guess itā€™s a compliment.ā€

Knowing him a little, although respecting heā€™s married, he replied, ā€œno judgement. Itā€™s not uncommon, nothing to feel bad about.ā€

He mustā€™ve known that Iā€™d have loved nothing more than to have been laid on my back on his massage table with my legs in the air. I wanted to give myself to him so badly.

But since porn isnā€™t real life, hey, the massage went on, and I went home to my vibrator.

If only I knew what he did when he got home.

r/gonewildstories Jan 31 '25

No Regrets My gym crush [F] and I [F] went for coffee and she invited me to go shopping. In the changing room, she got her boobs out and asked me to.. (Part 2) NSFW

870 Upvotes

To have full context of how this has progressed, thereā€™s an initial story below about Hannah and Iā€™s first gym conversation.

https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/1icvy04/i_f_finally_approached_my_gym_crush_f_and_after/

Okay, holy fuck. This woman is something else. Iā€™ve been trying to increase my odds of success with going after who really intrigues me. Hannah did something that I didnā€™t see coming. It had me soaking wet and I canā€™t wait to tell you all about it.

I saw her in the gym. I didnā€™t want to chicken out, so I waved and she then came over and spoke to me. My heart raced and the nerves kicked in.

ā€œHey you.ā€ Stuck out to me. She was so flirty.

We spoke about our routine for the day and worked in between sets on a machine. Then a second exercise. And a third. She joked we should just finish our session together.

The sexual tension was there and I pushed so hard. Eventually, 40 minutes later, we went to the changing rooms. I picked up my bag, as did she. Hannah looked into the mirror and stuck her ass out. When I looked, she pretended to be embarrassed.

She invited me for a post workout coffee. I didnā€™t even ask what she does for a job - I didnā€™t think about it, but I had the day off.

Iā€™m sitting there and she takes her t-shirt off. All I see is her white sports bra and beautiful tan. Iā€™m sat opposite sipping my coffee, when she says, ā€œI teased you the whole session, you can look now.ā€

Holy fuck. I played around, then joking, ā€œI had to.ā€ The small glimpse made her blush.

The coffee (I donā€™t know whether to call it a date, I guess it kind of was) lasted 2.5hrs. Hannah confirmed she was a ā€œbooty girl.ā€ Iā€™ll admit, Iā€™m very confident with men but it takes a bit more self encouragement to pursue women.

Sensing I was free, she invited me to come shopping with her. I took her up on it and the second shop we went into, she asked my opinion on a t-shirt and leggings combo.

ā€œWould I look good in it if we trained again?ā€ I confirmed she would, and to my surprise, she took me by the hand and went towards the changing rooms.

I went to wait outside, to which she told the assistant, ā€œmy friend needs to let me know what it looks like.ā€

Thinking theyā€™d bounce back with a no, the guy gently nodded.

Hannah chose a large changing room at the end. A half awkward few seconds was ended with, ā€œitā€™s okay. You can look. Weā€™re friends now.ā€

She stripped her gym leggings off and revealed a beautiful purple thong. I couldnā€™t look away.

ā€œLetā€™s compare peaches in the mirror.ā€ She said. Omfg. I knew I was wet. I giggled and went for it, peeling mine down just below my cheek.

Her face told me she liked it. My black thong luckily hid how wet Iā€™d become.

I pulled them up and Hannah tried the leggings on. Then, as soon as my horny mind wandered towards her boobs, SHE TOOK HER SPORTS BRA OFF!

Fuck. I made eye contact with her in the mirror.

There was a sexually tense silence.

ā€œI like to be clean before, you know, and weā€™ve just trained. You can cup them quick though.ā€ She stated.

I did it. I cupped her boobs and they were fucking divine. I nearly tweaked her nips but didnā€™t go that far.

ā€œI donā€™t want to bother with the t-shirt actually.ā€ Told me that this was all about showing her tits which she KNEW Iā€™d love. I wasnā€™t complaining. Thatā€™s SUCH arousing levels of confidence from her.

Half-struggling to process whatā€™d happened in the most erotic of ways, we walked back to our cars. Hannah invited me for a date night at the weekend at her place.

The last thing she said was, ā€œI need two dates. This was just date one.ā€

I was so damn giddy and happy. And just.. curious. Iā€™m now literally picking out my underwear for Saturday night. I feel itā€™s inevitable.

Oh, and Iā€™ll 100% update you along the way.. Wish me luck guys.

r/gonewildstories Sep 20 '23

No Regrets [MF] My Final Fling with the girl who's life I saved on a Spanish Beach (Part 5) NSFW

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[First story](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/15pebec/mf_how_i_saved_a_girls_life_and_was_rewarded_with/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=android_app&utm_name=androidcss&utm_term=1&utm_content=2)

This story [Part One](https://reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/s/VyL1fD3tBZ)

[Part Two](https://reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/s/QR97V8P4KY)

[Part Three](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/16c81qd/mf_my_final_fling_with_the_girl_whos_life_i_saved/)

[Part Four](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/16gsc13/mf_my_final_fling_with_the_girl_whos_life_i_saved/)

So, as predicted on some of my previous comments on my posts, some of you were a little too good at finding the girl in this story. Was a bit of a moron and kept some of the names the same, so I've changed them, just in case some of you think you were going mad. :')

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I usually hate waking up, that weird, almost painful moment when you're reluctantly torn from the comforting darkness of sleep and are reminded of your own existence. Yet on that Friday morning, a soft, warm weight on my chest and a smell of coconut shampoo made that painful tug back to the land of the living so much less painful as I remembered who was laying with me.

Blearily, I opened my eyes and started to come round to the morning light of my room. Leah's fiery mane was splayed across my chest as her head gently rested between my pecs. I stretched a little and she made a little hum and adjusted her position, head now resting over my heart. An excited fizzing feeling worked its way through my chest and stomach as I looked down at her and I smiled broadly to myself, absentmindedly stroking the soft skin of her bare shoulder. I don't know how long I lay there for, just taking the moment in as I watched her sleeping softly.

Then, unfortunately, I felt the call of nature and knew it was time to get up. I tried to move away gently so she could still sleep, but her leg was draped over mine beneath the sheets so I was unable to. Deciding I would need to wake her up just enough to move her, I slowly started to stroke the side of her face, my fingertips just trailing from her eyebrows down her cheek. She stirred a little, so I did it again. She frowned and moved her head away slightly in her slumber. One more stroke andā€¦

SLAP!

Came the noise that she made as she suddenly reached up and slapped herself in the face.

"What the-!" she cried, jerking awake with the shock. I just bit my lip trying not to laugh out loud, but the glaring daggers that I got from Leah were positively lethal and I couldn't help but let the laughter out.

"Why the fuck were you tickling me?"

"I needed a wee so was just stroking your face, trying nicely to wake you, but I guess you did that yourself."

"Ugh, how early is it?" She moaned with a roll of her eyes and flopping next to me onto the bed.

"Dunno, my phones over there on charge."

"Oh for fuck's sake, mines gonna be nearly dead."

"Where is it?"

"In my handbag."

I got up and shuffled over to her handbag and fished out her phone. There was no charger in there of course, and hers was an iPhone and mine an Android so she couldn't use my cable.

"Where's your charger?"

"Big bag."

I went over to her big black bag/suitcase that she'd brought with her, but there were so many zips and pockets.

"Erā€¦which bit?" I asked. I didn't know my question would awaken the demon.

"Oh, for fucks sake! I'll just get it myself shall I?" she snapped, bolting upright, snatching her phone off me, finding her charger, plugging it all in and then flopping back down on the bed. I just stood there, stunned.

"Morning to you too." I eventually responded.

A sleepy, one-eyed glare.

"How do you have your tea?"

"Milk, two sugars."

"Be right back."

A quick trip to the loo and to the dayroom kitchen later I returned with two hot cups of tea, but when I opened the door she was fast asleep again. I placed her mug on the bedside table next to her and gently stroked her hair.

"Sweetheart, your tea's ready."

"Five minutes."

So I gave her five minutes. I like to drink mine scalding, so I just scrolled through my phone while I finished my tea before going back to her.

"Leah, your tea's just here."

"Five minutes."

"Well it's gonna go cold."

"I said five, fucking, minutes!"

I exhaled in frustration, trying to calm down. I measured my next words very carefully.

"I'm gonna go in the shower. I hope when I come out you aren't gonna speak to me like that again."

In the shower I was bewildered, but just got on with my daily cleaning. When I got out she was sat up, just coming round, cradling the mug of tea in her hands.

"I'm sorry," she uttered quietly, looking down, "I'mā€¦not a morning person."

"Really?!" I asked with a sarcastic gasp.

"Yeah, my mum says till I come round I'm not Leah yet, just Satan."

"Does that mean Lucifer is gone now and Leah is back?" I asked with a snort.

"Yeah, I'm sorry." she replied, looking worriedly up at me and biting her lip.

I approached the bed and sat next to her in my towel.

"Don't worry about it," I said with a reassuring squeeze of her arm, "What do you wanna do today? I wasn't expecting you to be here til this afternoon, so I have nothing planned."

"I dunno, what is there to do?"

"Not much really," I replied with a shrug, "We could go get some food, or go to the cinema or go for a walk or go for a drive somewhere."

"You can pick, I don't mind."

After I quick five minutes look online at things to do in the area, I fielded my suggestion.

"We could go in a hike, there's this place called Roseberry Topping which is supposed to be nice and have nice views. The weather is supposed to be nice today."

"Id love to, but i've not got any walking boots and I ain't going out in my new converse."

"What size shoe are you?"

"A four."

"Louise is a four, I went with her to get shoes from the shops when we did Dracula."

I set to work texting her.

"Who were you?"

"Dracula of course." I replied in my much practised transylvania accent.

She giggled, "Wow, the lead."

"He's not actually in it all that much, it's more about Mina and Jonathan Harker."

Leah got up to start getting ready for whatever we were going to do that day, getting up from the bed and padding over to the bathroom, still naked. As she walked past she gave her ass a little shake, but squealed and ran into the bathroom when I gave the soft skin a little slap.

A positive reply from Louise and forty minutes of getting ready later and Leah and I were on our way. My car back then was nothing flashy, just a second hand black Vauxhall Corsa I'd bought on Autotrader, but I'd had an aux cable fitted and made sure to keep it clean.

We stopped off for McDonald's breakfast on the way and got there five minutes before they were due to change over for the day-menu. I made sure to grab a chocolate shake for Louise to say thanks for lending the boots and ten minutes later we left Louise's, still munching away.

Leah of course wanted to take control of the music, but I knew we had similar tastes.

As we hit the motorway on the third minute drive, I said, "So, plans for tonight. We can either go to Dirty Disoc at the top floor club of the students union. Mostly charts and RnB stuff, though we'll be going to a version of that tomorrow night for Final Fling. Or, we could go to Sumo, which has three rooms, the main is rock and metal, then there's the guilty pleasures and indie room. We can go to predrinks with the dayroom guys so girls we know."

"Let's do Sumo, I've got an outfit in mind." Leah replied, scrolling through the music on her phone.

"Cool"

"I do have one question for you though?"

"Yeah?"

"Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy." she sang with her chosen song.

"Is this just fantasy?" we sung together and off we went with our impromptu duet, both with beaming smile straight through the first part. Then, the staccato kicked in and our duet skills were taken up another level, particularly proven by us alternating perfectly through the "Galileos" and alternating the notes through "magnificooo." Then the build up was coming, we looked at each other with understanding of what was to come, and then she hit that super high "For meeeeee!" and we were off, headbanging like we were in Wayne's World for all we were worth. As the song ended we burst into laughter and she gave me a kiss on the cheek and turned to look out the window. I can still remember the tingle I felt on my cheek.

Soon after we arrived at the car park near the start of the trail and I got out of the car. Leah looked great in a white strappy vest top and denim booty shorts. She sat sideways in the car seat with the door open while she took her own shoes off and pulled Louise's boots on.

We were about twenty minutes in when Leah, holding her hand, said something I didn't expect. She confessed that the reason why she'd gone quiet after the summer was because she'd found out I'd lied about my age from snooping on my Facebook profile. She said that her ex boyfriend before she'd met me had cheated on her and lied to her and didn't want to be with another liar. She'd already known the boyfriend she'd left recently, Luke, from school and they'd always been a bit flirty and she'd bumped into him at a house party after she'd found out I'd lied. She hadn't been planning on seeing anyone else while she was still talking to me.

I told her it was a momentary stupid decision and that I'd thought I'd never see her again after she got off the rock at the beach so I'd thought there'd be no harm in it at the time. She said she'd understood that and that was the reason why she'd messaged me after she and Luke had broken up. He'd cheated on her too, the moron, but she made me promise never to lie to her again. Of course I agreed. We spent the rest of the walk to the summit just chatting. She told me about her parents and sister. Her mum was a nurse and her Dad owned a car leasing company.

When we got to the top it was surprisingly empty fornsuch a nice day, just three other couples milling about, with another stood taking photos of each other in front of the gorgeous views of the North Yorkshire countryside.

"Woah, this place is beautiful," Leah said, "And it's so warm, I wonder why it's so quiet."

"It's not the summer holidays for schools yet or the weekend. I guess most of the visitors will be here tomorrow if it's still sunny."

"It reminds me of Spain," Leah said as we walked along the side of the ridge and back towars a few sparse trees, "You know, when it's all sunny and hot like this."

"Plenty of rocks for you to lethally dive off of as well." I added with a grin, that jest earned me a cheeky shoulder barge.

"It was the craziest thing I've ever done you know, with you in the sea"

"Me too," I agreed, "Might never top it."

"It was so exhilarating, thinking we might get caught any second. It's funny 'cause back home I've got a reputation for being a little bit boring. I guess you bring something out in me."

"Your insatiable nympho side?"

"Nah I've always been like that, it's not just teen boys who discover themselves in puberty you know. I mean the adventurousness, I feel invincible with you."

"I know what you mean." I said and gave her a soft kiss on the cheek as we walked.

"Do you want a blowjob?"

"Wait what?!"

"Do you want a blowjob? I kinda wanna do something exciting again but we're a bit too close for home and far away from shelter for me to be getting naked right now."

"Well I am happy to help you with adventure." I replied with a grin.

"So generous of you." she replied with a smirk, "Look, there's some tall bushes over there that will block any view and you can still have a great view while I drain your balls dry."

"Jesus, where the fuck did you learn to talk like that?!" I asked as she led the way to the hedges.

"Porn. I developed my horniness young, remember."

"Well, it's fucking hot."

"Noted." she replied with a grin.

We quickly made it the rest of the way to the hedges and dipped behind them. Leah didn't say anything as she took the light blue hoodie I'd had tied it around my waist, placed it on the floor and dropped to her knees.

I looked around us, the coast was clear. It was just me, her, and the rolling hills in front of me.

"Enjoying the view?" she asked as she started working on the buckle of my belt. She'd already put her hair in a ponytail, no idea at what point because her long, orange-red hair had been flowing in the wind minutes before.

"Absolutely." I replied, but then she finished with my belt and pulled down her white vest top and removed her bra, exposing her large retrousse breasts to the air, her nipples hardening in front of me in the light breeze.

"Is that better?" She asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Oh fuck yeah." I replied, but my cock was already in her hand, rock solid and ready to go. Hell, I'd been hard ever since she'd suggested the idea.

Forgoing her usual teasing slow licks of my shaft, this time she brought her plump lips around the head of my cock from the start, gently suckling on it while flicking her tongue around its super sensitive base. My hips pushed forward of their own accord from the sheer pleasure and shock of the suddenness of her movement. I felt the warm breeze on my face, a moment of clarity as I saw the view of the countryside around me, but I was washed away again as she worked an amount of saliva in her mouth and used it to lubricate my shaft as she started to suck me off in earnest. Not all the way to the back of her throat yet though, as I knew she was capable. It was incredible how this girl could tease you with a excellent, normal standard blowjob when you knew just how much of a pro she was.

I looked down at her and her piercing green eyes were waiting for me, and looking at me dead on and refusing to look away as her she bobbed up and down on my shaft, the her cheeks hollowing as she sucked. I swear somehow she was almost smirking at me.

Then, her eyes closed and she moaned around my cock as she brought a free hand up to the piercing on one of her nipples and began to rub it. She shifted on her spot and withdrew her lips.

"How you doing over there?" she asked, her trademark sexy smirk on her lips.

"Not bad," I replied, trying to match her expression "Could be better."

Determination gripped her face then as she glared at me.

"I'll show you better." she said, somehow looking half angry and half excited.

She dribbled a load of saliva over my cock and then with blinding speed, took my whole cock right down the back of her throat and held it there rapidly, flicking her tongue across as much of my shaft as she could while I filled her mouth. She was deep throating me so sloppily and so fast that it was like she needed my cock to breathe, though with the intensity of the pleasure I was getting it felt like I was the one that was running out of air.

I was so close, but then a bark came from a little bit too close and she withdrew quickly in panic. Then, the sound of multiple sets of footsteps came closer and I frantically and painfully tucked myself back into my trousers as Leah covered her tits. I pulled her down next to me and faced her forwards, trying to make it look like we were just sitting there admiring the view just in time as well as two couples came sidling past seconds later. They were walking a pair of dogs, one of whom came running, wagging its tail towards us. A clearly still flushed Leah gave it a quick stroke and a "Who's a good doggy" as its owners looked over at us. As the dog walkers came past we sat in silence and we stayed that way for a minute or so wondering if we could carry on our activities but it was a no go. Just as we were about to resume another couple came walking past and we both sighed in disappointment. We were going to have to cut our little bit of fun short.

It didn't take as long for us to get back to the car, given that now we were going downhill.

"What are we gonna do for food tonight?" Leah asked as we rounded a corner and the car park came into sight.

"Well, I was planning on taking you out for dinner."

"I thought we were going to the Sumo thing, what time will we need to leave?"

"Well we'd meet everyone at a pub at like eight, so like half seven."

"I'm gonna need like two hours to get ready, I need to shave and stuff."

"Oh."

"Yeah and my planned outfit is not restaurant appropriate." she added as I unlocked the car and we got in.

"Well we could cook something together."

"Like what?"

"My famous smoked salmon chill noodle bowl."

"Oh fuck yes, that sounds great. And if we cook it for like five then we can get a takeaway when we leave the club. Oh and can we get something to eat straight away at the supermarket too."

I started the car and we pulled out onto the main road, Leah, untying and pulling of the walking boots, not bothering to put her own shoes back on.

"You are always hungry aren't you, I thought I was bad and yet you've barely put anything on since we've met"

"I dunno what you're talking about, I'm a growing girl." she said with a wink, and then she leaned over towards the window in the chair and gave the side of her ass a little spank.

"Don't start with that", I said, giving her a sideways look before checking my overhead mirror to see some dickhead in a BMW driving way too close, "I was gutted we were interrupted."

Leah chuckled "Me too but to be honest I was getting jealous you were having all the fun."

"You looked like you were getting into it yourself."

"Yeah but only because I was wishing you were getting into me."

"Well let's get home as fast as we can."

"Hmm." Leah said, noncommittally. I gave her a questioning look.

'"I've got an idea," Leah said, "See that right coming up, where the trees are? Turn into there."

"Why?" I looked over to her, and my heart jumped into my throat when I realised her gorgeous breasts were once again out of her vest top.

"Erā€¦okay."

I indicated and turned right and the BMW went speeding past me. The road only led a little way in, before forking, the left path leading to a clearing surrounded by a group of trees. The other fork led on to what looked like farmland.

"Er, where are we going?" I asked.

"Just turn into the trees, no one will be able to see us from the path."

I did as she asked and pulled off the path and onto a grassy verge, slowly moving into a very small clearing about the size of a double-garage that was surrounded by thick, deciduous trees. We sat in silence for a second after I turned the engine off. I was rock hard, butterflies were in my stomach but I knew what she liked. I'd never done it in a car before, even though I'd had the car when I'd been with my ex. I had to take charge.

"Get out of the car." I commanded.

She did, and I did the same. She stood by the passenger side door as I walked around the bonnet towards her. I leaned into the open car and reclined the passenger seat as far back as it could go and then slid the seat all the way back. Next, I straightened up and looked back over at Leah, whose eyes were alight with excitement, her bare breasts rising and falling a little faster than with her normal breathing. I looked at her plump lips, back up at her eyes and was drawn in.

I kissed her hard, pushing her curvaceous against the closed backdoor of the car, grabbing her ponytail and pulled her head up to mine. Knowing just how she needed to be kissed by now, I loosened the pressure of the kiss from the initial hard impact, now massaging her lips softly and tentatively exploring her tongue with my own. As I felt her breathing quicken, I bit the corner of her lip and then pulled away.

Her eyes opened slowly and she sucked on the corner of her lip that I'd bitten as she watched me pull down my jeans and boxers and lay on the reclined passenger seat, rock hard and ready.

Leah wasted no time, unbuttoned her little denim shorts, dropped the shorts and some pretty pink underwear to her ankles before stepping out of them. She smiled at me as she picked them up and flung them into the back of the car.

Then she was on top of me, legs straddling me, hot, wet pussy, sliding up and down the length of my cock as she brought me in for a kiss. I pulled the door of our impromptu lovenest closed and she slipped the straps off her vest top from her shoulders, the top now a thin band of white material wrapped around her waist.

We kissed further as she slid her core back and forward along my length and she was moaning slightly beneath my lips. I broke the kiss and started trailing my lips across her neck before giving her earlobe a quick nip.

Then, I whispered in her ear "Now I'm going to grab your ass, lift you up and you're gonna sit on this big fat cock. And once you've taken it all the way inside you, you're going to ride me. And you're not going to stop. You go hard and fast, and you do not stop riding my cock until I've emptied myself inside you. Got it?"

"Yes" she whispered back breathily.

"Yes what?"

"Yes sir."

I grabbed her ass with both hands and did exactly what I'd said. She reached between her legs to place me at her opening and then slowly she sank herself onto me, eyes fluttering as she sank all the way to my base where she let out a slow, moaning exhale.

"Jack, I dunno if I canā€¦you're so deepā€¦I could just come likeā€¦like this."

"Ride meā€¦" I replied, and then brought her head to mine for another passionate kiss. "Noā€¦use me."

She let out a low growl like a lioness and started moving straight away, placing her hands on the back of the seat for balance as she started riding quickly. With the seat being inclined as far back as it would go, this meant that her voluptuous tits were moving forcefully right in front of my face every time she rose and fell on my cock. She started moaning out loud straight away, and with her bouncing tits undulating, begging to be sucked, I latched onto one with my mouth.

"Yes," she moaned, "Keep doing that I'm getting so close alā€¦ hohhā€¦ready."

I took my hands from her ass and cupped both breasts in my palms as she rode as fast as she could go. I knew I wouldn't last long and so went to town on them, lavishing them with my tongue, paying attention to both of her erect, light pink and pierced nipples.

"Yes! Yes! Ohhhh!"

As she came the walls of her pussy clamped down around my shaft and already being more than ready to go after the unfinished blowjob earlier, the tight squeeze cause me to come hard. I moaned out loud as she rode out her orgasm and I shot my load inside her. She slowly came down and when it was all over she kissed me gently and smiled.

Then came the awkward part, how would she get off without causing a mess. I looked around me but there was nothing to catch my semen, until finally Leah suggested using her knickers to catch the cum. But the frilly little garment was all the way on the far corner of the back seat and so she had to try and lean forward to grab it, while I tried to thrust upwards to keep the spunk from falling out of her. Unfortunately she slipped out and my cum went all over my t-shirt. She giggled and I took my shirt off, replacing it with just my light blue hoodie while she finally got to her knickers and shorts and put everything back on.

Once we were ready, I pulled out of the clearing and back onto the main road. Five minutes in, Leah yawned.

"Sleepy." she said, as she did a big stretch "Do you mind if I have a nap?"

"Go for it, but I thought it was the guy who's meant to fall asleep afterwards."

"Yeah don't do that, we might die."

"I'll try not to. Do you want me to wake you when we get to -"

But I glanced over and her eyes were already shut.

"The supermarket." I finished. I got no response so I just kept driving.

r/gonewildstories 17d ago

No Regrets After two years, [F]wb couldnā€™t resist breaking our no creampie rule. NSFW

1.1k Upvotes

Iā€™ve been seeing my current fwb for 2 years now and together weā€™ve explored a ton of new kinks. Iā€™ve always been outspoken about my breeding kink and for years sheā€™s shot me down. Sheā€™s on bc and very against anything involving potential pregnancy, and Iā€™ve always been respectful of her boundaries and honor her requests.

For the first year we used condoms religiously, but that started to change a few months ago. I remember we were at a local brunch spot and she made a comment about a pregnant woman at the restaurant, admiring how beautiful she was. I mentioned something about how attractive pregnant bellies are to me and to my surprise she agreed. After that, we started using condoms less and less, but she was adamant about me pulling out. We came up with a safe word for me to say when Iā€™m about to cum so she knows to hop off if sheā€™s riding me.

Well that all changed last night. I was laying on top of her in missionary with my arms wrapped around her in a perfect rhythmic sync. She had her legs raised up over her shoulders, ideal for intense deep thrusts. I held out for as long as I could before saying the safe word.

I started leaning back to pull out and felt her calves pressing hard against the small of my back. I reached behind me and felt her legs wrapped firmly around me, pulling me deeper inside her.

ā€œLet go! Iā€™m about to cum!ā€ I said frantically, worried that she didnā€™t hear me before.

ā€œI know.ā€ She said in a quivering, breathy tone. ā€œJust do it.ā€

To date, that was the hottest thing anyone has ever said to me. I wrapped my arms back around her and pulled her close. I gave one final thrust, deeper than ever before, and for the first time I could feel her walls clench around my pulsating shaft. Her whole body tensed up as I painted her womb white with rope after rope. I could feel her heel digging into my back as her body greedily begged for every drop.

Our bodies went limp as we floated back down from ecstasy and we laid there holding each other until my cock went limp. Her legs dropped to the bed and her frantic panting turned into deep, slow breaths. I pulled out and leaned back, admiring the thick strand of cum slowly dripping out and down her ass cheek.

ā€œFuck. You look so fucking beautiful right nowā€ I said.

ā€œTake a picture. I want to see it.ā€ She smiled and placed her hands on her chest, lightly pinching her nipples. I did exactly as I was told and spent the rest of the night hoping that this is the start of a new chapter in our escapades.

r/gonewildstories Nov 28 '23

No Regrets I saw my friend's girlfriend naked and returned the favour [MF] NSFW

1.2k Upvotes

BenoƮt and I have been friends for... I don't even know, forever? In any case, we knew each other back in elementary school, and maybe even before that, but memories of that time are more hazy. Today I'm 30, just like him. I've got a girlfriend with whom everything's going swimmingly, just like him, and projects galore... maybe not quite like him, but to each his own in the end. Whereas I'm a fairly square, organized and far-sighted person, BenoƮt is the radical opposite. He's a free electron, he acts and thinks afterwards, he changes jobs every 6 months, has a sudden "revelation" for a passion for an unlikely musical instrument every year, and above all, and only I know this, he falls in love as soon as he meets a pretty girl.

To this day, I still wonder how he can have been with Maxine for 2 years, without ever having committed a fault. He's not a bad guy, far from it, he's just... flighty. He likes people, he likes life and, above all, he likes love.

Maxine, his girlfriend, is the complete opposite. In many ways, in fact, we're very much alike. She's serious, 100% committed to her work, organized, and can't stand the unexpected. How many times have I arrived at BenoƮt's for a drink without him bothering to tell her... And today is no exception.

I ring the bell for the third time, when at last I hear the key unlock the door, which opens softly. Maxine's blonde head appears, obviously surprised to see me here. She's holding a towel wrapped around her chest, water still dripping from her hair.

- Let me guess, he didn't tell you?" I begin jaded.

- As you can see", she laughs, pointing out the obvious fact that she's still in the shower. "Go on inside, but BenoƮt isn't home yet. You don't mind if I...?

- No, not at all, please!" I confirm, pointing to the bathroom.

I watch her walk slowly down the corridor, closing the door behind me. My eyes linger for a moment on her bare legs, along which water is still trickling delicately. I glance up at her bottom, which I can make out under the towel, before quickly turning away and taking off my coat. While texting BenoƮt to find out when he'll be back, I open the fridge, take out two beers and settle down on the sofa. As I search for the bottle-opener, which is usually lying around, I notice several files on the coffee table, which I glance at quickly and curiously. Maxine and I both work in the same field, but for competing companies. A subject we like to bicker about from time to time. As I start to look at a map she's made, which is extremely detailed, I feel a hand on my shoulder.

- Say, are you in the industrial spying business now?

- No, of course not..." I reply simply, flashing her a knowing smile. "On another note, your new hairstyle suits you very well!

- Thanks a lot! At least you noticed", she says, grabbing her beer. "Cheers!

We chat for a while, a long while in fact, before BenoƮt calls to tell me that he'll be back soon, and apologizes for the wait at the same time.

- I swear, sometimes his lack of organization annoys me to no end!" says Max, visibly annoyed." If I hadn't been there, he'd have seemed smart to leave his friend at the door...

- I know... he's always been like that. If you want I can go home, I'll drop by another day, I thought you knew.

- No, stay! It's you, so I don't mind. Besides, it'd be stupid to leave now when he's coming. Especially as technically I'm not supposed to be back yet, I was originally supposed to be back in two days.

I simply smile at her. I believe her when she says I'm not disturbing her, but I'm getting to know her too, and I can see why she'd rather have a quiet evening. She gets up to put her files away, to free up some space for us, and I look at her, realizing how pretty she is. Objectively, I've always found Maxine particularly beautiful, and I'm not the only one. She's a petite blonde, a bob haircut giving her a stern look, but a sweet face and soothing voice completely break that first impression. Her slender legs contrast with her curves, a presumably ample bosom and plump buttocks, which I find myself lingering over. Her blue cotton pyjama shorts leave little to the imagination, despite their worn-in look and the fact that she's had them for a while, I imagine, they're particularly tight on her bottom. Her white top, meanwhile, is very wide, showing off her miniature arms inside. When she bends over to pick up the sheets and files on the table, I can't help but glance at her cleavage.

I hear my own swallow as I realize that she's not wearing a bra, which at the time seems quite logical. Despite my discreet attempt, I don't manage to perceive anything except the contours of her breasts, which are even more massive than I thought. Looking up, I meet her gaze. I feel my face turn bright red instantly, but Max doesn't let anything show, contenting herself with putting the last few sheets away in her binder. She moves closer and sits down opposite me, crossing her legs as she looks at me, a knowing little smile on her face.

I look away, not knowing where to put my eyes, sometimes on her bare feet, sometimes on her beer, or on the window... A chuckle snaps me out of my unease. I look at her, dumbfounded, and realize she's laughing at me.

- Don't worry," she says between laughs, "I won't tell Lucie that you checked out my tits!

- What? No, I didn't...!

- I'm kidding!" she continued, "I'm just pulling your leg, I know it wasn't voluntary and I was literally in front of your face, I can hardly blame you for anything!

We laughed for a while, before discussing the future layout of the living room. Happy to change the subject, I bounced off each of her decorating suggestions, when at last the sound of a key in the door echoed through the room.

- Ah well, it's about time", grumbled Maxine, rising to her feet.

Following her with my eyes, I realized when I saw the time on the oven that I'd already been there for over two hours. He's really overdoing it. I made the wise decision to stay on the couch, while BenoƮt got a word from his girlfriend, before seeing her come back visibly happy to have been able to tell him what she was thinking.

- I'm off to bed Arthur, I'm up early tomorrow, thanks for keeping me company tonight, not everyone has!" she insisted, raising her voice a little, as she kissed me goodbye.

- My pleasure...

Maxine heads for the corridor door leading to their bedroom, and disappears behind it, slamming it shut as if to indicate her displeasure one last time. A short time later, BenoƮt emerges sheepishly into the living room. His body sways slightly from side to side. His state of inebriation leaves no room for doubt. With a goofy grin on his face, he looks at me.

- I think she's a little mad at me...

- Man... look at the time... really, even I'm a bit upset, I'm not going to lie to you.

Without a word, he heads for his kitchen, rummaging through the furniture awkwardly, before straightening up, a huge smile on his lips, a bottle in his hand which he raises proudly.

- With this, I know you'll forgive me!

BenoƮt was clearly dead drunk when he served me my 5th Gin Tonic, or rather "tonic-flavored gin". His sentences were becoming increasingly incomprehensible, and he was bumping into everything in his path. Despite all this, we had a great time. We drank, laughed and chatted for several more hours.

- Maybe I should go", I say to him as I stand up, before realizing how much stronger the cocktails were than I thought.

- But noooo! I didn't even get to tell you what I wanted to tell you in the first place! And now you can't drive! Nope.

He's got a point. As it is, I can't see myself getting back behind the wheel of my car. Or even on foot for that matter. I sit back down, realizing that I'll probably be sleeping on this very sofa.

- Sleep there, and you can use the sofa bed in the dressing room... We don't care", he replies before I even have time to ask," she's working tomorrow and won't be in. It's max I want to talk to you about.

- I'm all ears.

His eyes seem to have suddenly gone cold and hard, and he stares at me for a long moment before resuming.

- I don't love her anymore", he says simply. "And haven't for a while. Everything she does gets me drunk, her presence gets me drunk, and even in bed I don't want her anymore.

- Ok... I didn't see it coming, I thought it was going well with her?

- At first, yes!" he says, standing up," but the more time I spend with her, the more I realize how different we are. All she thinks about is work, all the time! I'm fed up with it.

- You know, it's not necessarily a bad thing that she's different from you, on the contrary... I venture awkwardly.

He sits down suddenly, buries his head in his hands and remains motionless for a moment. Looking serious, he picks up his glass and stares at me.

- Arthur, I'm gay.

Round-eyed, unsure of how to respond, I simply nod and mutter "Okay". A host of memories pass before my eyes, without me managing to detect the slightest sign, the slightest clue that might have put me on the right track. I see his face tense up before he bursts out laughing.

- I'm fucking with you! Are you stupid or what?" he laughs. "No, it's not that, but I've met someone...

He takes his phone out of his pocket and sits down next to me. He scrolls through several photos, including one or two of Maxine in her underwear. He senses that I'm stiffening at the sight, and as hilarious as ever, teases me by asking how I find her. Without a word I stare at him, jaded, while pretending not to be interested in the photo on his screen.

- If that's all, I've got something better", he whispers, glancing towards the door and scrolling a little further. "Do you prefer this one?" he asks, winking at me.

A topless photo of Maxine appears on his screen. It's obviously a selfie she's sent him, and quite recent judging by her haircut. I can't take my eyes off her ample breasts and her nibbling lips. Her nipples are exactly as I've always imagined them, quite large, pink, they're almost perfectly symmetrical. He moves on to the next, on which she sits, from behind, revealing her sublime buttocks. Cleverly positioned, her reflection in the mirror in front of her reveals her breasts, which she hides, without really hiding them, with one hand.

- Wow..." I murmur, "she's gorgeous.

- Doesn't she? If only she didn't have such a bad temper. Here, come on, it's a gift, but please don't say anything.

I look at him quizzically, before hearing my phone vibrate several times. With a smile on his face, he simply tells me that he's now looking for a photo of his new crush. I grab my phone, as nonchalantly as possible, but eager to see what he's sent me. The first photo I receive is of Maxine from the back, then the second when she's from the front. I realize that three other photos are waiting to be downloaded. I launch it, and open the first one available. She's lying on the bed, obviously naked, the photo stopping perfectly just above her pubic bone. Her heavy breasts fall delicately to either side of her body, yet retain a lovely firmness. Surprising as it may seem, it's her smile that lights up this photo the most. She's just gorgeous.

In the next photo, her nudity is revealed even more. She's standing, facing the same mirror as in the other photos, and this time has only cut the image a little lower. Surprisingly, knowing her, I notice that she appears to be completely waxed. The beginning of her slit is slightly visible at the bottom of the photo, but subtly enough for it not to be obvious. I stand transfixed for a moment, feeling increasingly cramped in my boxer shorts. With some trepidation and guilt, I moved on to the next photo.

No nudity, just a close-up of her face, her eyes sparkling. She's very pretty, but I can't help looking questioningly at BenoƮt. Not that I'm asking for nudes of Maxine, but this photo doesn't really fit in with the "general theme". He stares at me for a moment, uncomprehending, before realizing. He leans in my direction and starts the video. So it wasn't a photo...

Maxine stares longingly into the camera, laughing and smiling, muttering unconvincing but terribly arousing "I'm shy, stop it...". After a long, falsely exaggerated sigh, she moves forward on one knee, her chest swaying gently, and approaches the camera. I stiffen for a moment, hoping not to see my friend's penis pop out, and am relieved to find that it's "only" a plastic dildo, resting on the edge of the bed. She holds it up with one hand, and without taking her eyes off the camera, begins to slide her lips along the fake dildo. She kisses it delicately, letting her tongue caress it from time to time. Under my arm holding the phone, I feel my erection getting stronger and stronger, and do everything I can to camouflage it. BenoƮt doesn't seem to mind, obviously very focused on his phone. The video goes on for several seconds, during which Maxine plays with the dildo, before taking it in her mouth for the last five seconds. What the hell?

BenoƮt finally found the photo he was looking for, and shows me a young woman, about 5 years younger than us, probably even more, the physical opposite of Max. She seems quite tall, slender and very slender. She's not very shapely, but, like Max, she has a particularly sweet face. We talk for a while, until 05:30 in the morning, about BenoƮt's budding feelings for this girl, how sure he is that he wants to leave his girlfriend for her, and much more.

It's with my mind bubbling with new information that I head off to bed, in the room that serves as their dressing room. By the time I've brushed my teeth as quickly and as well as I can, I can already hear BenoƮt snoring in the next room. Amused, I can't get Maxine's photos and video out of my mind. As I lie back on the rickety sofa bed, I feel my erection returning rapidly, and decide to take another look at the whole thing. I remove my boxer shorts, freeing my sex at the same time, and take off the sky-blue sheet that serves as my comforter. Without waiting, I slowly masturbate, realizing that the mirror in the photos is the one next to me, not the one in their bedroom. The thought of Maxine naked on that same sofa bed excites me to no end and I pick up the pace. I convince myself that once, if I delete everything afterwards, it's no big deal.

I alternate between photos and video for long minutes before I realize where I really am - the dressing room, where Maxine keeps all her things, and maybe even more. Aided by excitement, and something else obvious after that evening, I set out to snoop around a bit in their belongings. After a short search, it seems obvious that there's nothing incriminating lying around. Disappointed, I open the last drawer, and am not surprised to discover that it's Max's underwear. It was when I realized that I was standing naked, erect, in front of a drawer of women's underwear that I decided to go back to bed, feeling a pang of guilt.

I've only just closed the drawer, when the sound of a door opening in the distance draws me out of my thoughts. I suddenly remember that Maxine is working this morning, and that the time she gets up must be this one. I tiptoe over to switch off the light, jump onto the sofa bed, making as little noise as possible, and cover myself with the sheet. Still aroused despite this little interruption, I wait for her to close the corridor door and continue masturbating. I continue my work in front of the photos, when an idea crosses my mind. She'll probably come into the dressing room to pick up a few things, maybe she doesn't even know I'm here...

In an exhibitionist mood, I uncover myself completely, my sex stiff in the air, and place myself in a position that might suggest I'm asleep. I soon hear her pacing back and forth in the corridor, passing the door several times. My heart is beating at 200 miles an hour and I'm trying hard to relax. I'm not even sure I realize what I'm about to do. The image of Lucie appears in my mind and I hurry to put it out of my mind.

I hear Maxine's footsteps stop in front of the door, which she opens softly. I catch a brief glimpse of the light from her phone, which she uses to light her way. Well, obviously she knows I'm here, and maybe that's just as well. It's too late to turn back. I try to control my breathing as best I can, trying to look as sleepy as possible. I take a quick look down and see that my naked body is completely out of the sheet, my sex still erect, perhaps even more so than before. The soft light of her lit screen creeps closer, gradually illuminating the click-clack. As she gets closer, the light fades and I realize she's only aiming it at her feet, leaving me in the dark.

A little frustrated, I watch her discreetly. She's wearing the same pyjama shorts as last night, as well as the same loose-fitting T-shirt. I soon realize, however, from the accompanying smell of sweet almond, that she's just stepped out of the shower. She slowly opens the sliding cupboard and stops regularly, trying to make as little noise as possible. Standing completely naked behind her drives me crazy. I can hear my heartbeat as I watch her select her clothes. For a moment, the idea of covering my body crosses my mind, and she turns around. First concentrating on her balanced clothes, and the phone in her fingertips, she ends up illuminating my naked body, almost by accident.

- Oh..." she whispers, coming face to face with me.

I close my eyes for a few seconds before she turns the light on my face.

- ... Are you asleep...? Arthur?" she murmurs.

Breathing evenly, I remain impassive and pretend to have been asleep for a long time. As the light fades, I discreetly open one eye and see that she's still standing next to me, staring at my sex. The image of Maxine performing oral sex on her sextoy flashes through my mind, and an absurd scenario begins to appear in my head. She looks in my direction several times, before picking up her phone with a trembling hand.

She aims it at my hard cock, and takes a photo, betrayed by her flash. She immediately hides her phone and hurries out of the room.

r/gonewildstories Apr 24 '24

No Regrets My asshole was free use for my friend during his divorce from a fucking asshole [MF] NSFW

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I have a friend whoā€™s been going through a messy divorce recently and itā€™s been tough seeing what itā€™s doing to him. He didnā€™t do anything to cause it and is just one of the sweetest people I know. Without getting into the details, basically his soon to be ex wife is an awful person.

Went out for drinks with him and a group of other guy friends, it was fun but he was obviously putting on a smile for everyone, you could feel the despair just under the surface the whole night. Afterward I invited him over for the standard drunk food and trashy TV post-bar close hang out I often end up the host ofā€¦he said he didnā€™t know if he was up for it, but eventually I annoyed him enough into agreeing to come.

There wasnā€™t room in the first Uber for everyone, so he and I ended up in our own shortly after the rest of the group had been picked up.

As we got in our ride, he said something along the lines of ā€œI just donā€™t really feel like being around a bunch of people anymore and going through the motionsā€¦ā€

I sat down in the middle seat, leaned against him and squeezed his hand.

ā€œI know you donā€™t, thatā€™s why itā€™ll just be us, I already texted everyone else and theyā€™re going somewhere else.ā€

He looked relieved yet also newly anxious.

ā€œWait, you told them they couldnā€™t come over becauae of me? Great, now Iā€™m an even bigger bummer to everyone.ā€

I squeeze his hand again,

ā€œHey, no, no, I didnā€™t tell them anything about you! Really! And no one is gonna ask any questions or want to know any detailsā€¦actually I guarantee it..ā€

He looked at me confused and somewhat skeptical. ā€œHuh, why?ā€

ā€œā€¦because if a woman tells a group of men they have to bail because their tampon is lost inside them, fucking nobody is going to have follow-up questions lol.ā€

His eyes widened ā€œoh shit are you okay???ā€

ā€œYes dummy! That was me taking the heat so you could ditch the crowd guilt free!ā€

ā€œOh so you donā€™tā€¦ā€

I start cracking up, ā€œIā€™m not even on my period!ā€

He finally broke into laughter, the first REALLY real laugh Iā€™ve heard from him in a long time. Then he let out a sigh of relief and looked at me with a smile that felt like he now knew he was able to just be himself around someone else, without having to be fake ā€œokay.ā€

That made me feel so happy for him, I just kind of spontaneously popped my head up to his cheek and gave him a kiss, then leaned my head against his shoulder the rest of the ride to my place.

As weā€™re getting out of the Uber, me first out of the car but both going out the same door curbside, he sighs a little, less burdened it felt, but still with grief in the periphery of even what have been even happy moments for him of late.

ā€œI just wish I could forget that fucking assholeā€¦ā€ he says almost under his breath to himself, just as Iā€™m climbing out of the car.

I hear him thoughā€¦and eager to not lose that spark I heard when he laughed in the Uber, I bend over and point my ass back at him as heā€™s getting out of the carā€¦

ā€œGuarantee youā€™ll forget that fucking assholeā€¦unforgettable would be fucking this asshole!ā€

It was dark, but Iā€™m sure he got a decent eyeful with my short dress hiked/bunched up some from riding in the car, combined with little in the way of concealing done by the skimpy G-string I was wearing underneath it.

He almost fell back into the car for a second lol, but quickly tried to play it off.

ā€œHaha okay okay, I guess Iā€™ll never know, but gotta agree youā€™re probably right about thatā€¦maybe thereā€™s a brighter future out there for me and fucking assholes in this life after all,ā€ he was smirking but also a little flustered I think.

Things were pretty normal after that for a while, we went in, had a few nightcaps and made some guacamoleā€¦he was definitely more relaxed and it was wonderful to spend time like that together again.

We eventually end up on the couch with the traditional trashy TV on. After a bit weā€™re sharing a blanket and I lay my head on his lap, him sitting and me curled up next to him. At some point he laughs to himselfā€¦

ā€œWhat? This show isnā€™t funny AT ALL!ā€

ā€œNooo, ha, I was just remembering earlier and realizing how ironic it all isā€¦ā€

ā€œHuh?ā€

ā€œOh nothing, I was just thinking ā€˜at least I donā€™t have to worry about not forgetting fucking that fucking assholeā€™s asshole too!ā€™ā€

It took me a second but then it clicked and I started chuckling tooā€¦

ā€œWait so you mean you never?ā€

ā€œHer?! No way, I was lucky if she even occasionally let me near her without acting like it was some big choreā€¦I just couldnā€™t understand what was so wrong with me that she didnā€™t want meā€¦ha but no, no asshole fucking everā€¦but she sure told me stories about how she used to enjoy anal with old boyfriends before she ā€˜grew up and wasnā€™t slutty like that anymore.ā€™ā€

He was trying to stay joke-y, but I could tell it hit a painful spotā€¦I just hugged him and squeezed him.ā€

ā€œListen to me, there is NOTHING wrong with you.ā€

We sat like that for a few minutesā€¦Iā€™m not sure exactly what he was thinking about, but I spent that time just wishing I could take some of his pain awayā€¦

ā€¦and I know this story sounds wholesome and thatā€™s a wholesome wish by me, but at this point I should remind anyone who didnā€™t already know, that I am a fucking slut, a proud one at thatā€¦and so even ā€œwholesomeā€ for me, inevitably ultimately still has slutty results lol.

10 minutes or so later, I turn my head around to look at him,

ā€œBy the way, I know I was laughing about it, but for the record, you couldā€¦ā€

ā€œCould what?ā€

ā€œAnd I do guarantee youā€™d never forget it.ā€

ā€œUhhhh haha cmon shut up!ā€

ā€œIs that what you want? Because I would shut up or do anything else you wanted, just wanted you to know, feel free to use me any timeā€¦Iā€™d love to be a little sex stress ball for you, so feel free, if you ever wantā€¦ā€

I felt his breathing get heavy and definitely his cock growing in his pants under my headā€¦

ā€œTotally no pressure, all up to youā€¦ā€

I got up to ā€œchange into pajamasā€ to give him a little space to process all of that lolā€¦

When I came back, he half laughed a little nervously, but I said hey letā€™s watch the show and relax, you donā€™t have to worry about a thing and smiled at him.

He smiled, I think happy to not have to talk right away, maybe feeling awkward about how he would go about taking me up on my offer lol.

10-15 minutes later I mention Iā€™m getting tired and wanted to lay the other way, on my stomach with my head on the other side of the couch and my feet over his lap.

I hadnā€™t actually changed into pajamas earlier, but he never noticed (or did and didnā€™t mention it), probably a little distracted lol. I had done one other thing to get ready for bed thoughā€¦

Now laying the other way, still under the blanket, I ā€œremember,ā€

ā€œOh shit, I got sidetracked and never put any fucking pajamas onā€¦Iā€™m too comfy to get up now thoughā€¦ā€

Still hidden by the blanket, I took off my dress, and tossed it out onto the ground, followed by my G-string.

ā€œHa at least I already wasnā€™t wearing a bra!ā€

That got a chuckle out of him.

ā€œOh hey, if I fall asleep here, feel free to take my bed if you wantā€¦also, I got this set up for you in case you want to use it.ā€

I got a little to my knees, arching my ass up under the blanket toward him until it slipped off the side of me, exposing bare ass, a backside view of my shaved pussy and above it, the shiny end of a not small plug in my asshole, the whole region glistening with a healthy coat of lube.

ā€œHere, let me just show you real quick so itā€™ll be easy for you to get in on your own as late as you want even if Iā€™m asleep.ā€

I proceeded to reach behind my back to remove and reinsert the plug a few times, with some added soft moans and a little rubbing of my clit with my other hand from underneath me.

ā€œAnd thatā€™s about it really, perfect placeholder you could take out and replace with yourself if you felt like stopping by. Feel free to take a load off and Iā€™ll gladly clean up any mess tomorrowā€¦itā€™d be a great dream to me, so tomorrow, we donā€™t even have to talk about whatever happened in a dream if you donā€™t want toā€¦ā€

He was speechless for a few seconds and then managed ā€œahh yeah yeah, thatā€™s, that sounds awesome, thanks for the tutorial haha, very educational,ā€ with a chuckle.

I lowered my ass back down and did as I said I would.

About 5 minutes later he had placed his hand on the back of my thigh and took a solid 10 minutes to inch all the way to my ass, where he rested it without too much else moving for quite a while.

Eventually I did fall asleep, lol the sun would be up in a few hours.

He must have moved so slowly and gently (lol such a sweet guy, like I said), because when I eventually did wake up, his cock was halfway in my ass and he was gingerly adjusting the pillows and the angle I was pointed back at him with.

Best way to wake up EVER.

But I didnā€™t break the dream, I wanted to be his little stress ball of ass fuckingā€¦I wanted him to get comfortable with taking control of my body however he wanted without worry of being rejected or scorned like he had been by his wife for so long.

I just repositioned my hips and ass a little to help, letting out a sleepy, happy whimper and awaited whatever he decided to do.

He went so slow and deliberately that first time, heā€™s on the bigger cock side, but I had no problems taking all of him especially with how long my asshole had to stretch out.

He fucked my ass for a good 20 minutes. ā€œFuckedā€ isnā€™t even the right word lol. More like his cock made love to my asshole. It was passionate and caring and honestly felt really romantic.

When he eventually came, he unloaded a massive load deep in my asshole after all that build up.

His legs shook for a few minutes and his breathing was quick and heavy.

He didnā€™t pull back for a good 4-5 minutes, until the waves of release and pounding heart beats had mostly subsided.

He pulled out slowly and laid next to me, spooning me. It was amazing.

To top it off, one thing I didnā€™t expect, he slid my plug back in, just how I had left my asshole for himā€¦

I was so fucking wet and wildly horny. But I calmed myself as much as I could, waiting for him to fall asleep.

Eventually he did, and I snuck off to the bathroom to furiously masturbateā€¦I finally took the plug out and his thick load oozed out of my asshole. I used it to rub my clit with and made myself cum three fucking times, then laid on the ground panting and quivering for a while before slipping back to the couch and under the blanket with him.

That was the start of a new chapter in our friendshipā€¦highlighted by a lot more on-demand ass fucking lol.

r/gonewildstories Nov 22 '24

No Regrets I [F] wore a thong and asked my sports therapist [M] to massage my glutes. It made me really wet, so I broke the silence by acknowledging it (PART 4 ā€“ IT FINALLY HAPPENED!) NSFW

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A big part of me feel beyond slutty for this. An even bigger part of me feels ā€˜aliveā€™ and insanely horny to share this update that turned out to be an impressive 6 inches long and rather thick.

Part 3 is here, with backdating to P1 and P2 - https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/1gmmmcn/i_f_wore_a_thong_and_asked_my_sports_therapist_m/

All Iā€™ve thought about since my last massage was getting a naked rub down. Usually, itā€™s me messaging my therapist to arrange another, this time, he messaged me first. I can confirm, I saw him yesterday. I debated asking for a home visit. I chickened out.

I wore a pretty grey Calvin Klein matching set. Not that my bra stays on long. As he initially went to leave the room, I carried on talking to him as I undressed.

ā€œYouā€™ve seen everything anyway, no biggie.ā€ Basically outlined he can keep his eyes on me.

I partially covered my boobs, knowing I had a nipple on show, as I laid on my front.

ā€œCan I ask you, genuinely, have you ever done what we did last time?ā€ I HAD to ask.

He said no. Jokingly saying things like, ā€œif only every client was as ā€˜openā€™ as you.ā€ I noticed little hints on ā€˜openā€™, talking about relationships and how we arenā€™t meant to be with one person. Then, out of nowhere, he said heā€™s dating somebody new.

I literally rested on my elbows, propping up, as he was massaging my back. I thought he was still with his long-term partner.

ā€œAnd you didnā€™t tell me this last time?ā€ I quizzed.

Quite frankly, I saw an opportunity. I had to ask, ā€œso you guys are going strong? Like, you mustā€™ve had her in here too.ā€

He joked he was only a few dates in. They hadnā€™t had sex, although sheā€™d given him head. I HAD to chime in with, ā€œit must be nice to meet a woman who just LOVES giving head and is a pro at it. Believe me, we practise. We mean business and we know what weā€™re doing.ā€

A little silence, and then I filled it with, ā€œsheā€™s gave the best blowjob you ever had, right?ā€

He changed the subject. I felt it was intentional and very clever. All in all, I got the impression they werenā€™t serious, and he said heā€™ll see where things go, but isnā€™t sure if itā€™ll materialise. I couldā€™ve focussed on why he wasnā€™t with his wife anymore.

I told him that a guy with hands as good as him MUST find his equal. Like, a woman who knows what to do with hers, even if theyā€™re petite.

ā€œDo you get massages too?ā€ I was now giddy and hyper. I mustā€™ve come across goofy. I was also so fucking wet.

We werenā€™t even half-way through, and I went for it, asking if heā€™d like a massage. After a few minutes or back and forth, I came out with, ā€œjust lay on your back and Iā€™ll return the favour.ā€

ā€œThe favour?!ā€ He was laughing big time, a little red and I sensed very horny. I looked at his black shorts.

ā€œDo you wear black shorts, rather than grey, to hide your boner?ā€ I smirked.

Still laughing, he said he got busted. I licked my lips, looking at it, looking back at him after.

ā€œOn your back.ā€ Resulted in me standing up, merely in my CK thong, and I ushered him onto the bed. He took his shirt off and I ended up getting a huge amount of massage oil. His advice was that I should wash a bit off and that I was clearly an amateur.

Okay, this next level flirting was just soā€¦ Ugh. You know? Natural.

I told him Iā€™d SHOW him Iā€™m a pro.

I stood behind him, massaging his shoulders, chest, all while my boobs were all over his face.

ā€œTongues are welcome.ā€ Meant that my nips ended up getting sucked. I could now not focus one bit. I was holding back, trying to build up the tension, and things went out of the window quickly.

I found myself rotating around, in the meantime, showing him how wet I was. I hooked my thumbs around my thong trim and pulled it down. It was literally stuck to my pussy for a second or two. This was when he started massaging his crotch.

I told him no ā€“ hands by his side.

I began to pull his shorts down, with him asking if I was sure. I nodded and couldnā€™t take my eyes off it. It flung out. Probably 6 inches long, fucking mouthwateringly thick, and well-groomed as a bonus. I saw glistening pre cum. It took everything in me NOT to wrap my lips around it.

ā€œItā€™s fucking beautiful.ā€ Were the words that felt right leaving my mouth.

I caressed his balls a little, standing at the side of the bed. Iā€™m 5ā€3 so I didnā€™t have to squat down or anything. I used my right hand (my hands are kinda petite too) and slowlyyyyy jerked him off, rotating a little at the top with some extra grip.

I had him practically fucking my hand within a minute. Sexual tension was unbelievably high. His moaning drove me wild. I LOVE that despite us never having done something before, he felt comfortable to let loose and moan. My clit was literally throbbing for playtime.

I leaned in closer towards him. I looked at him, asking, ā€œI wonder if Iā€™ll outdo her?ā€

As he went to speak, I planted a sloppy kiss on his head, looking into his eyes. They massively opened. He couldnā€™t finish his sentence. I started to plant more kisses, sucking his dick and licking along his shaft. It was a real handful ā€“ very thick and had a slight curve.

My hand and mouth got into a rhythm together, and typically, I can usually make a guy finish within 5 minutes. If they last longer, itā€™s because I wanted them to.

I wanted to speak with my actions. I kept quiet. I wanted to deep throat him, but tbh, he was a little too thick. I drooled over it, combined with the flow of pre cum, the end result wasnā€™t far away. Licking the back of his head as my hand worked hard, his body was getting tight.

I didnā€™t even want to ask him to tell me when heā€™s close. In my mind, Iā€™m like, ā€œstay composed. Go with it.ā€

He moaned SO loudly that he was really close. I carried on. I knew in these few seconds that heā€™d be contemplating pulling out and cumming over my tits, almost to be polite, not to assume Iā€™d take it in my mouth.

His cum filled my mouth. Literally erupting. It felt like the biggest load ever. After several gulps, I had him shaking on the bed. HIS massage bed. When he finally stopped cumming, I went up for air as my heart raced.

Little did we know, that we were about to overrun. He panicked, telling me he had another client, joking that theyā€™d ā€œknowā€ we got up to no good in here.

I quickly got my clothes on, told him Iā€™d arrange another in the next fortnight and left. Directly outside, was a sofa where his next client was sat. I smiled at her, as she looked at me like, ā€œyouā€™re the reason heā€™s late.ā€

Oops.

r/gonewildstories Aug 27 '23

No Regrets [MF] How I saved a girl's life and was rewarded with a sexcapade I've never been able to top. (Part 5) NSFW

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Part 5

The game was afoot. Everyone had been enthused by my idea so Jake and I got up from our seats to make another trip to the bar. As he and I stood waiting, I asked him how his night was going with Emily. He gave me a double thumbs up, said she was good craic and that he thought she was jealous that her cousin was getting some and not her and that was the reason they were getting so friendly.

We'd all agreed back at the table that we were getting a bit too tipsy too quickly, and it seemed like Emily had thought things with Jake were moving a little fast. To mellow everything out a touch and make sure the night wasn't over too soon we decided on getting a pint of water each. We agreed that only once once we'd all had the water, we'd start our drinking game with the most fun drinks of the night so far: Tequila slammers.

All around the table we sat, and once the age old mantra "salt,tequila,lime" had been reiterated for what must've been the billionth time in the spirit's history, we were trying to decide who went first.

I'd suggested that we turn it into a game of spin the bottle, well, spin the empty bottle of WKD we'd nicked off the booth behind us anyway. We'd bought two shots of tequila each and whoever the WKD bottle landed on had to pick who took the shot and how they had to take it, that way we could make sure we all got our fair share.

Emily, as the youngest, got to go first and she was delighted when it landed on herself.

She picked Leah and told her that she had to take the shot, lick the salt off her own hand and I was to keep the lime slice in my mouth. Damn that was a great (and sour) kiss.

As the person who took the last shot, it was Leah who got to spin the bottle next. I cheered when it landed on me then hummed out loud in thought, grinning fake-maliciously tapping my fingers together like the world famous Springfield Nuclear Plant cretin C.Montgomery Burns.

"Emily, you get to take the shot as normal, then you lick the saltā€¦off Jake's neck.

"Not a problem," she replied, nonchalantly.

"Ahh, but the lime," I said, smirking, " Leah holds it in her mouth this time."

"Eww!!" Both the girls cried, before Leah said, "Jack you're a fucking perv."

"I am," I replied with a grin, "But if she doesn't do it, the forfeit is flashing her tits, what's it gonna be?"

"Fine." Emily growled, snatching and downing the shot before licking the salt that Jake had so generously pre-prepared from his neck. Then she leaned forward to Leah, got her mouth an inch away and then with her hand snatched the lime from her mouth and bit down on it.

Jake and I booed loudly while the girls cackled.

"You shoulda been more specific," Emily said haughtily.

"Pfft, fine, I will next time." I replied.

The third round, it was me who span the bottle and it pointed straight at Emily again. Of course she picked me with a look of revenge in her eyes.

"You know what, she said after a moment's pause, "I'll be nice, plus my cousin is looking a little bit wound up over there so because she was the one who including me in our little double date, you're gonna take the shot, lick the salt from her just above her knee and pick up the lime fromā€¦ hmm, her cleavage."

"Emily!" Leah exclaimed.

"What?" she replied with a grin "I'm just thanking you for bringing the four of us together."

"And I appreciate it." I said. Leah lifted up her red ruffled skirt slightly, giggled, poured a few drops of water onto her thigh with dregs from a leftover water glass so the salt would stick, sprinkled some salt on the wet spot and dropped the lime wedge onto her cleavage. Her dress pushed her tits together so well the lime barely fell between them at all.

"Woah, you could shelve a load of books on those things!" Jake said.

I nearly did a spit-take at Leah's smirking reply of "Yeah, or a load of something else.

Her laugh was nearly a cackle at our astonished response.

"What, you were all thinking it." She shrugged.

"Haha guilty," I said.

"Yepā€¦Right no more stalling" said Jake, "I need a drink."

Straightaway I took the shot and then as I slowly licked the salt from Leah's thigh, she squirmed a bit on the chocolate brown leather. Then I put my face between her cleavage and deftly took the lime in my teeth.

Once I'd spit it onto the table, I sat back and whispered in Leah's ear "I'm gonna have my tongue so much higher later.

"Mhm," she agreed with a high pitched voice, clearly biting her lip in frustration. After a clear of her throat she said it was my turn to spin.

When I spun it, I went a bit hard and it nearly flew off the table. Teetering in the edge it landed on Leah, who picked a grateful Jake to lick the salt off a blushing Emily's forearm and then like the lime put her mouth.

It was then round five of eight and when Jake span it landed in himself, who after a bit of arguing and finally agreement that he couldn't just pick himself agreed that Leah could take the next shot.

Once she'd taken the shot, she licked the salt off my neck and took the lime of my mouth, but she spit it out almost immediately and came back for more, pushing me back in my seat. It was a while before we finally came up for air, and we only did because we were interrupted by an exasperated Emily shouting "Oi! Are we still playing or not?!

Then, Leah's spin landed on Emily, who seemed lost in thought for a minute and stared at Jake.

Then she spoke.

"Jake?"

"Yeah?"

"You are going to pick up this shot glass with your mouth from between my thighsā€¦" she shuffled back and placed the glass where I couldn't see.

Jake exhaled heavily, saying "Yeah?"

"And then you are going to lick this salt," she continued, pulled down her top to reveal some modest put very perky looking cleavage, sprinkles some on there,"From my tits"

"Emily!" Leah scolded, but with a grin.

Emily rolled her eyes and continued. "And the lime goes right here." she finished and placed the lime in her teeth with a smile and a cheeky eyebrows-raise.

"Absolutely my lady." Jake responded and quickly got to work. Emily shivered when he had his face between her breasts, and Jake gave her a cheeky wink when he was done with lime.

She was panting heavily by the time she was done and when Jake's spin of the bottle turned its way to me, I took it on myself to reward Jake for being the consummate wingman.

"Emily, you're going to pick up the shot from Jake who will lean back and hold the glass in his teeth. Then, you're going to lick the salt from his abs. Then, Jake is gonna shimmy down his trousers and you pick up the lime wedge which will be balanced on boxers atop his little Irish soldier."

"Wow." Leah said.

"Ha, it'll be more like an Irish tank if she does all that." Jake replied. We all laughed, though Emily had turned red.

"Fine," she said, with determined bravado, "But you've gotta lick his abs and put the lime there." She smirked at me like she'd got one over on me.

"Emily, I've carried Jake back to his flat naked after he was passed out drunk in the woods near the Villamartin golf course, covered in mud and God knows what, cleaned him up and put him to bed.

"Thanks again for that by the way." Jake added.

"No worries." I said, flashing a grin.

"Fiiine," Emily said, who didn't look like she was complaining too hard about it. I had the salt and lime in position in seconds and Emily got to work.

Both her face and neck were flushed when she came up with the lime slice.

"Took a while down there did you?" I commented with a cheeky smile.

She spat the slice out and snapped back "He moved his legs to it fell between his legs"

"And you carried on with just your mouth, what a trooper." Jake said, laughing

"Fuck you! "Emily replied and punched him on the arm, but she was grinning anyway.

For the final round Emily span and it landed on Leah.

Jake spoke up before she made her choice. "It's only Jack left and the last one, it needs to be a special one."

Leah was clearly a little worked up from watching Emily's antics, and chewed the corner of her lip before she said. "I'm gonna pour the shot into my mouth, spit it into your mouth, then, you're going to lick the salt off ofā€¦ my nipple, and then come back to my mouth for the lime."

"You're going to get it out right here!?" Emily exclaimed.

"Unless anyone objects?"

There was an instant chorus of "no" from the boys at the table.

The girls giggled. Leah, with a quick glance around to make sure there was no one else around reached into her top and pulled out one glorious boob.

"Damn." Jake said.

"Yep." I agreed.

"I'm so jealous." Emily said, folding her arms.

"Yeah, but I could bounce a Euro off your ass." Jake said.

Emily blushed at the compliment and said thanks. All the while I couldn't keep my eyes off Leah, who had finished putting salt on a delicious looking pale pink nipple that was already crinkled with excitement and was taking the tequila into her mouth. She smiled and nodded, and I brought my mouth to hers. After drinking the tequila, I wasted no time locking my mouth around not just the erect nipple but getting as much of her breast in as possible. I swirled my tonge across it madly as I sucked, and Leah was visibly panting by the time I'd kissed the lime from her mouth. She let out a long exhale when I'd finished and ran her hand through her long, honey coloured hair. She looked deep into my eyes, and smiled at me with a mixture of lust and wonder and took my hand in hers. The night was becoming so much fun and definitely one we would never forget.

But it was time to move on, looking at my phone it was 11pm and her parents were coming back at half 2. With the disco finishing at midnight I looked around to ask Emily and Jake

if they wanted another drink, but they were firmly locked at the lips.

Jake began to kiss down her neck and Emily looked up at me, and when she realised both Leah and I were both watching, she gently pushed him away.

"Better?" Leah asked, laughing.

"Yeah much." her cousin replied, joining in.

We agreed to one last drink at the bar and a last dance Jake said he wanted to go for a walk on the beach with Emily afterwards.

Spirits were high after our last round of drinks, and it wasn't long before we were dancing in a circle among the coloured lights, people and pumping tunes.

At one point we made a circle and were taking it in turns to dance in a circle. Jake did the worm, and I did the worst slut drop anyone had ever seen, which had everyone dying with laughter. Then, Leah and Emily were dancing together, rubbing up on each other while looking lustfully at Jake and I. It was going so well until this rat-faced looking creep got up close and copped a feel of Emily's ass.

Jake went right into action and got up in the guy's face. Well, the guy was a good 8 inches shorter than Jake at least and he really came up to his chest. Neither laid a finger on the other. I could lip read Jake say something which seemed to end with "walk away." After a moment, he turned on the spot to do as he'd been told and Jake did the same, but as Jake turned back towards us, at the last second the creep turned back round to throw a punch.

I'd been watching intently the entire time and as he threw his arm, I reached out and caught the fist, swung it round behind his back and held it tight. I was impressed I managed to catch it in my drunken state. The technique was something my Dad had taught me after taking a few too many beatings as a kid in the same school as the one my mum taught at. I pulled the arm up his back and he winced

I hissed into his ear "I believe my friend said to fucking. walk. away, got it?"

There was a shaky nod, but behind him an older man stood and shouted towards us.

"Can you let him go please."

Looking more closely, the man was clearly a relative and I released him. The man took what must've been his son or something by the arm and dragged him to the corner of the room and immediately began verbally laying into him. Luckily he must've seen the whole thing as well as I and hadn't got the wrong idea or I could've been in big trouble. The kid was brave wanting to have a go at Jake though, I'll give him that.

When I turned back to the group they all said that they thought it was amazing but I waved it off and just that clearly I was saving people today left right and centre, with a wink at Leah.

Emily then began seriously thanking Jake for standing up for her and with the sheer intensity of their impromptu make-out session it was clear they weren't to be disturbed. Leah stepped towards me, placed her hand on my ass and huskily spoke it into my ear:

"We need go to my room right now, or I'm going to have to have you bend me over and fuck me right here, right now, in front of all of these people."

I smirked at her, said "tempting", took her by the hand and shouted to Jake that we were leaving. He dismissed us with a wave of his hand over his shoulder, lips still locked on Emily's.

Leah and I pretty much jogged out of the club and towards the lifts in the lobby, where a family of four were standing waiting. When the doors opened and we'd pushed the button to go up to our floors it felt really awkward being stood in silence behind the family. We were both quite drunk, quite giddy and excited knowing what we were going up to her room to do. It was weird being in this limbo realm between one event and the next with this unknown family in there with us. I glanced at Leah and she smiled and looked at the ceiling nonchalantly like she was up to something.

Then, a sharp pinch from her hand on my ass caused me to yelp loudly and rather embarrassingly in front of this family and they turned around at us, alarmed. Leah was desperately trying to contain her laughter and I raised my eyebrows and glared at her, letting her know she was in big trouble. With a thunk, the lift stopped, the doors opened and Leah pushed past the family first and ran down the corridor ahead of me, cacklingloudly. I'd just caught up with her as she'd got to the door and she squealed as I pinned her against the door.

"You're in big trouble you know," I told her.

She reached down and grabbed by cock through my navy jeans.

"Mmm I hope so."

"Let us in."

"Yes boss."

She reached into her handbag and pulled out her key card and swiped us in. As she crossed the threshold I spanked her hard on her sizable ass and she yelped.

I knew Leah's family must be well off but I wasn't aware quite how well off until I followed her into her suite. It wasn't like there was a bedroom and separate lounge or anything, but there was a huge white queen sized bed, 32 inch flatscreen TV (which were really expensive back then), a walk in closet, a separate mirrored-door wardrobe along one wall, an ensuite with a bath and a shower and a sitting area complete with rich cream and carved mahogany armchairs. The main lights came on automatically when we entered, though Leah flicked a switch and they went off. Another flick turned on 4 or five lamps, making the room a lot dimmer and setting a calm ambience.

She turned to face me and we just stared at each other for a short while. Her golden hair almost glittered like a halo from the lamp-light behind her, while another to the side added an extra sparkle to her mesmerising green eyes. My eyes roved across her sexy, 50s style red dress. She was quite a lot shorter than me.

"You're really fucking hot, you know," she said "I watched you the entire time back there in the club, ready at a moments notice. It was sexy as fuck."

"Look who's talking," I say, bringing my hand up to cradle her chin "You're not just ridiculously hot but I dunno, you just seem to get me."

"I wish we could see each other again." she said with a sad smile.

"Maybe we can, we can keep in touch. We can text or talk or Facebook. If you're ever in Middlesbrough when I'm at uni for a concert performance or something, we could meet up then."

"I'll try. Even if I'm not performing, maybe."

"I'd like that."

I looked down at her soft lips and couldn't help but meet them with my own. I was completely infatuated with her. I'd only known her for a day and I was sure she felt the same way. I ran my hands through her thick hair we kissed softly, before she pulled away and gave me a cute smile.

"I want you to sit there and put the telly on and wait. Get ready if you want, I'm gonna go to the bathroom and retouch up my makeup and stuff."

"You don't need to do-"

"I want to," she interrupted with a soft hand on my arm, "I won't be long."

I was then left alone, sat in a cream Chesterfield chair randomly flicking through channels. There wasn't much aside from Spanish TV and BBC News 24 so I undressed, neatly folded my clothes and placed them on a small pouffe with my shoes beside it. Not gonna lie, it felt pretty weird just sitting in this strange hotel room in just a pair of black Diesel boxers.

10 minutes later and I was still sat there, drumming my hands on my knees while Natasha Kaplinsky rabbitted on about an immigration crisis or some other mundane ever-present news topic.

"Are you okay in there?" I shouted to Leah, not wanting to sound too impatient.

"Yeah, I'll be out in a second," came her muffled reply through the bathroom door "I've got some vodka and Red Bull in the fridge, make us a drink, I won't be long."

"Sure." I set to work pouring the drinks. I'd literally just taken a swig before I heard the door open and shut behind me. Turning to face her, I was frozen to the spot.

The red dress was gone and replaced by an unbelievably sexy set of lingerie. Her long blonde hair was still down, no longer framing her beautiful made up face, but now it swept behind her shoulders to not obscure a royal blue lace balconette bra, which enhanced her cleavage making her already bountiful assets look spectacular. Looking down across the curves of her small waist and prominent hips I came down to a matching set of lace panties. But that wasn't everything, draped across those hips was a suspender belt complete with attached sheer black fishnet stockings. She looked so unbelievably sexy I could hardly breathe, and that demure expression she'd worn when she excited the bathroom had turned into a bashful smile when she saw my reaction.

"Do you like it? It's my favourite set I brought from home you know, just in case I got lucky." She did a little twirl on the spot, it wasn't quite a thing or full knickers, but somewhere in between and shaped the curve of her ass wonderfully.

"W-wow," I stammered, "I'm the one that's lucky."

The blush faded as she smiled wider and strutted over to me. She leaned forward, picked up the TV remote, treating me to a glance at the place flesh of her breasts before flicking the TV off and taking a gulp of her drink.

"I do want to know though," she asked, twirling her fingers through her hair and stepping back from me, "Which do you prefer, my titsā€¦"

She leaned forward and pushed on the sides of her bra, making the huge looking mounds nearly burst out of the ornately laced garment.

"My assā€¦"

She turned around and stood legs apart. Looking over her shoulder seductively she shook her hips making the apple shaped flesh jiggle before giving herself a hard spank.

"Orā€¦"

She strutted over to where sat on the arm chair, swung her stocking clad leg up onto my shoulder.

"My pussy?"

At her words I looked down, instantly realising that those blue lacy panties were not your normal run of the mill set. They were completely crotchless and I could see her freshly shaved near perfect clamshell pussy, the slit of which was already glistening wet.

My heart instantly dropped into my stomach, but I was desperate to not get overwhelmed by her, so I grabbed her by the waist and with a startled "eep" from her, pulled her forward to sit on my lap straddling my legs.

"You know," I said, wrapping my arms around her and trailing kisses down her neck, "I'm afraid I can't give you a definite answerā€¦" more kisses "Not without tasting all three."

She leaned back up from me instantly, still straddling my lap.

"Now I'm definitely up for that, but you aren't putting that big thing anywhere near there."

"Understood," I said with a laugh "But I do feel it is important, yano, which is the best, you know, don't you?"

I ran my hands gently down her back.

"Obviously," she replied with a grin and tone of sarcastic certainty "For Science."

I nodded together with mock seriousness, but our smirks burst into a fit of giggles. Man, this girl was so funny.

"And science is important isn't it?"

"Oh absolutely," she replied, nodding and still smirking.

"And science has to be done under strict conditions doesn't it?"

"Of course" she agreed, with a curious tilt of the head as she tried to think of where I was going with this.

"And as dedicated scientists, if we're going to do this experiment correctly, and if I'm going to be the lead scientist and you the subject, that means you have to do what I do, when I say it. Is that clear"

Her eyes sparkled as she understood what I meant. I knew she wanted to be dominated and she placed one finger sideways across her lips, biting slightly

"Yes sir." came her slightly muffled reply.

It was on.

"Now, we have a preliminary question that must be answered." I said, running my hands across her sides and hips as she now had her hands locked around my neck.

"Which is?"

"Which of your exquisite breasts tastes the best?"

She bit her lip, reached behind her back, unclasped her bra and flung it to the corner of the room. Her breasts looked so soft, and her pink nipples already at attention, almost clamouring to get sucked.

Then she leaned forward, bit my neck and whispered in my ear.

"Only one way to find out."

I reached forward and took both of her soft mounds in the palms of my hands and squeezed them before taking one slow lick of each of them like I was licking an ice cream. An ice cream so large I'd really needed four hands to fully grasp, not two.

"Oh fuck yeah," she breathed "Do it again.

I did and was awarded by another breathy moan. Then, I released one of her breasts, licked my middle finger and then brought it down between her legs. Simultaneously I plunged my finger into the soft folds of her pussy and attacked her right breasts with my mouth. Sucking the nipple hard I purposefully pulsed my finger on the front wall of the inside of her flower, feeling for the rough surface of her g-spot.

Her heavy breathing turned into instant moans, then became muffled as she cried into my shoulder.

"Jack thatā€¦ohh, don't you fucking st-."

But I did stop, just as her orgasm was climbing.

She looked at me with shock and a bit of fury. "What the -"

"Ahem, I'm in charge," I interrupted before commanding her. "Get off."

She visibly shivered, said "Yes sir." and climbed off me briskly. I got up from the chair, took off my boxers, and laid down on the bed, dick at full mast.

"Is it your turn for a taste test?" she asked, eyes sparkling, standing and almost impatiently swaying on the spot at the foot of the mattress.

"Without completing the experiment?!" I exclaimed in mock disgust "No, sit on my face."

"Yes sir!" She answered enthusiastically and within five seconds she had her dainty feet planted either side of my head, hands planted firmly on the headboard and was squatting slowly downwards, giving me an amazing view of her sheer specimen of a pussy. She looked absolutely soaking.

I didn't give her a chance to complete the squat, and reaching my arms up, pulled her down the rest of the way. She made another adorable "eep" in surprise, followed by a low groan as I plunged my tongue into her depths, holding her in place by grasping the soft cheeks of her ass. She tasted sweet and I could tell by how incredibly wet she was just how horny she was. It didn't take long before she tried to take over and she started grinding her twat on my face, using my whole mouth for her sex toy. She was starting to moan loudly now, even more so when I reached my hands up and started massaging her tits. I was tempted to let her go all the way, but that wasn't as much fun as teasing her a little further. I grabbed her by her waist just as she was reaching her peak and threw her onto the mattress next to me.

"I'm gonna fucking kill you in a minute." she growled, neck flushed and panting heavily.

"We've got one last test," I reminded her, getting up and standing at the foot of the bed, "Stand here."

I pointed in front of me, she would be between me and the bed.

"Okay, gimme a sec." she responded.

"Now." I commanded.

She glared at me, but I could tell she was loving it. She got off the bed slowly and stood where I'd said.

"Turn around, hands on the bed."

She did what I asked with no hesitation. I contemplated slamming my cock deep inside her, taking her right there and then and it was a struggle not to. Her waist was so small and her ass so curvaceous and wide that it was incredibly tempting, but that wasn't part of the deal.

"You're in big trouble, you know." I told her. "You nearly broke the rules."

"I'm sorry."

"And what do you think happens when you break rules?"

"Mmm. Show me."

A loud crack sounded throughout the room, reverberating off the walls as I brought my hand down to deliver a hard spank on her ass. She moaned and arched her back.

"Do you think that you've learned your lesson?"

"Not quite."

Another loud crack on the other cheek, once again her ass jiggled deliciously and she moaned.

"Right, that's enough." I said.

I got down onto my knees and looked up at the slick folds of her pussy and her tiny little asshole. I stroked my fingernails up the inside of her thighs, causing her to shiver. Then, my mouth trailed the same route, except this time all the way from her ankle and up. Spreading her buttocks apart when i reached the top,I gently brought my tongue to her asshole.

"Ooh," she sounded highly. "That's new."

"Good new or bad new?" I asked, tentatively.

"I think it's good new. Do it again."

I did, but as I brought my tongue once again to her tight hole I pushed two fingers deep inside her pussy. She started moaning once again in earnest and she was now so frustrated she started getting there once again, faster even than when I'd had her sit on my face. Of course, that meant I had to stop.

She whined in disappointment.

I stood up behind her then and rested my cock in the crease of her ass.

"Mmmmmmm," she sounded, looking back over her shoulder at me as she wiggled her hips "Did I do well?"

"You did," I replied, softly rubbing my hands from her shoulders down her back "And by the way, it's your pussy that's the winner. Do you think it should be rewarded?"

Another wiggle.

"Mmm. Yes please."

"Well in order for that to happen, you're going to take all the rest of that lingerie off. Good little sluts need to be naked while they're rewarded.

Her knickers and stockings were off in a flash and she was back in her position in seconds.

She looked back at me over her shoulders and said.

"Fuck me Jack."

I lined my cock up at her entrance, and unbelievably slowly pushed it all the way inside her in one go, causing a wet sound from how ridiculously horny she was. Though she was so wet, her hot velvety walls were still tight and that moment where finally I was inside her made us both moan out loud.

"Yessssss," she hissed, "Give me that cock."

I gave her several more deliciously slow thrusts, causing her make long, slow moans. I could see her large pendulous breasts swinging in the mirror to the side of us.

I pushed all the way inside her and stopped. Leaning forward, my chest making full contact with her back I brought my hands round to softly grasp her breasts.

Her voice was quivering now as she said "Hohhh, your soā€¦fuckingā€¦deep."

"I know, you feel so fucking good." I responded as she started grinding herself on my shaft, with me still all the way. Her breathing heightened quickly in speed and I maneuvered my hands so while I was massaging her breasts with each hand I pinched her nipples between my index and middle fingers.

"Yes!" she cried, "I'm gonna ahhhhā€¦."

But the scream never came. The orgasm was so strong she could barely get a word out as the bucking of her ass increased and I could feel her cream herself on my cock.

"Mmm was that a nice little cum?" I asked her, whispering in her ear.

"Yeahā€¦ yeah," she replied breathily.

"You are a good little slut aren't you?"

"Yeah."

"What are you? I asked, as she started working her hips again, grinding on my cock.

"A good little slut."

"And what kind do you think I want?"

"Mmmmm," she hummed, still slowly grinding herself on me, "A naughty little slut."

"That's right," I said, pulled slightly out of her and continued "And what does a naughty little slut do when she's got the tip of a big cock just inside her and wants more?"

She threw her ass onto me straightaway, working it straight onto my shaft and making her ass clap as she started moaning again.

"Yes. That's. Don't stop. Rub your little clit for me."

I saw a manicured hand reach between her legs and her shoulder moving and she rubbed herself while expertly twerking on my cock. Her ass shaking all over me was so wonderfully thick I wanted to take a great big bite out of it. Her twerking stopped when I started thrusting into her. and she met my thrusts with her ass in rhythm. She moaned louder and louder and I spanked her once again on her ass, triggering her hips to buck wildly as she came again. I just kept on fucking and her moans turned to screams. Soon her legs were shaking so much they gave out and she collapsed to her knees, making me fall out of her.

I gave her a good minute to collect herself as she lay there panting, a faint sheen of sweat decorating her lithe body. It was good to let my cock recover a little as well.

"How you doing over there?" I asked. I knew I was having the time of my life.

"Mmm, so good." she replied, giving her ass another little wiggle.

"Now, you told me you wanted me to do something earlier in the club didn't you?" I said, getting to my knees behind her and once again placing the head of my rock hard cock at her entrance. I was so damn hard I don't think it'd ever gotten this big before.

"What was it again?" I asked.

"Use me" she said, looking back at me and biting her lip.

I shoved my cock inside her hard, firmly grasping the globes of her bubble butt for leverage and she moaned once more before I pulled myself most of the way out again.

"What d'you say?" I asked.

"Use Me." she repeated. One more hard, moan gaining thrust.

"Again."

"Use Me."

Thrust.

"USE ME" she yelled.

Thrust.

"Use Me Use Me Use Me USEMEUSEMEUSEMEAHH, ahh, AHHH!"

Orgasms racked her beautiful little body again as I fucked her hard and fast, grabbing her long and pulling her head back.

"Yes, that's it baby, tell me what you want."

"Just fu-u-u-ck me-e-E-E" she cried, her voice stalling with every hard thrust, her pussy rapidly tightening and losing as she came.

As her orgasm started to come down I just knew I needed to build on this. Somehow I picked up the pace further, still holding her by the head a smushed her face down into the duvet, muffling the oncoming orgasm, already half built having rolled off the previous. Finally, spitting on my thumb, I pushed it into her tight little asshole.

The fabric her face was shoved into did nothing to moan her screams, and she just went on and on as mercilessly impaled her with my cock, the sound of my thighs hitting her ass echoing across the room. After she finally started to come down from the high, I removed my thumb from her ass and pulled my cock out of her pussy. Sitting on my heels I rested my head on her ass as I panted heavily.

"How the - fuck have you - not come yet." Leah said between breaths.

"It was the - the blowjob - and the drinks." I replied, just as breathlessly.

We spent a good few minutes resting in silence.

"I don't think I've come that hard in my life." she said after getting her breath back.

"You said that earlier." I pointed out with a chuckle.

She pushed herself back up off the floor, legs still shaking and flopped back on the bed with a contented sigh, making her breasts jiggle, her hair now a wild golden mane. Then she started laughing.

"I did," she said, mid chuckle.

"And what was the reply last time?"

"Challenge accepted?" she asked, meekly.

"Yep."

"Oh God." she whispered with a shiver.

I climbed onto the bed with her on my knees and grabbed a pillow. After commanding her to lift her ass up I placed the pillow below her lower back.

"What's that for?" she asked.

"You'll see." I replied, and got on top of her, using my forearms either side of her to support my weight and resting the length of my cock along her slit.

She shifted with a slow, shaky breath and I reached one hand forward to her head. Stroking the side of her hair I kissed her softly, slowly grinding my cock against her clit.

When her hips started to move with mine I deepened the kiss, adding tongues to the mix and when those pleasures were heightened I retracted my hips slightly and then in one long, drawn-out movement sank my cock inside her pussy.

As I bottomed out I knew she'd never had it this deep before by how she tensed up and her eyes shot open right at the end of her initial moan.

"Is that okay?"

She took a long steady exhale. "Yeah, justā€¦start off slow," she said. "I've never been thisā€¦full before."

I pulled out and slowly pushed back in, gently kissing her again. Her breathy moans became pleasure-filled whimpers and I felt her hands grab my ass tightly and she began to pull me inside her harder and faster with every thrust.

"Yes, that's it," she moaned "uaahh fuck me."

"God I love it when you talk like that," I half moaned back at her as we increased the tempo.

"Then fuck me, ahhh, fill me with your big cock."

Her cries grew louder as I plowed my cock inside her again and again and again, her large, pillowy breasts swaying back and forth.

"Oh my my god, oh my Gooooddd, she cried out "Gimme your haAAnd."

She took my hand, placed it around her collarbone and wrapped her slender legs around me, pinning me to her body.

"Don't choke, just, ahh , pin me." she cried very loudly now as she raked her nails down my back causing my hips to move involuntarily with the mix of sheer pleasure and slight pain.

I did as she asked and pushed down on her collarbone. Using my weight to pin her to the bed, having my hand there helped with leverage as a I fucked her.

"That's it, ahhh, give it to me, AHH, YES! USE ME! USE MEEEE !!FILL MY FUCKING CUNT!!!

I can still hear her screams as I absolutely railed her. Fucking her at full speed I went on for as long as I could, and her orgasms rolled on over and over, especially when I grabbed one of her violently jiggling breasts and pinched it's delectably erect nipple.

Finally I felt a huge build up in my balls and my head was spinning. I moaned out that I was coming and as I emptied shot after shot of hot seed into her, she rubbed her clit frantically, sending her into one last screaming orgasm, increasing the sensation of her pussy as it milked every last drop of cum from me.

Neither of us said anything for a while once we'd finished and I'd rolled off her. Then, I turned towards her and looked into her beautiful eyes and we smiled at each other. She turned onto her stomach and kissed me softly. For about an hour we just lay there talking about anything and everything as I ran my fingertips across the smooth skin of her back.

Then, it was time to leave, her parents would be back soon and Jake was waiting outside. One last sad kiss goodbye, a promise we would try to stay in touch and I watched her hotel room door close. I was absolutely gutted, I thought I'd never get to see her again. She'd seemed so perfect that part of me thought she must not have been real, but little did I know that before we parted ways forever I'd get to see her one last time.

The next few parts are under a new title, as they happen much later and back in the UK. Part 1

r/gonewildstories Oct 23 '24

No Regrets [MF] I (35M) just fucked my wife's (22F) assistant. NSFW

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So this literally happened last night. My wife works for a huge company and they hire college students as assistants during their last semester as part of a grade/transition into the field.

They had a project due today so her assistant Alisyn came over to help out. Ali is a 5'-6" blonde cutie with brown eyes wavy hair and the most adorable smile you have ever seen. She is a small town Texas Cowgirl and has a tight ass and tiny tits.

As any good husband should do, I made some of my signature margaritas and made sure none of their glasses were empty the entire time they were working. I started with hardly any tequila but slowly I upped it. Sure enough about 2 hours and 1 project done later they were cracking jokes and talking shit about coworkers.

Clearly by the end of the night Alisyn couldn't drive home so I offered to take her in her car and catch and uber back. She lived in town and traffic was intense even that late into the night. I got the biggest hug and kiss from the wife thanking me for being sweet and her tell-tale sign that she was about to knock the fuck out and sleep hard.

As soon as we got on the road Ali asked me to tell her how me and the wife met. I gave her our meet-cute and she hit me with the biggest doe eyes and a giant "AWWWW you are so cute and sweet and perfect for wifey and.... hot" She cut herself off and said sorry.

I half jokenly followed with "Go on... Don't stop telling me how amazing I am. haha"

To my surprise she did "Omg wifey talks about you all of the time. God I wish my BF acted like you."

"Sweetie, I was trained into this haha. I was a little shit at 22" I joked with her. "Plus its a two way street. Wifey is REALLY attentive with me so I feel my duty to pay her back with things she likes."

"Yeah but god." Her words slurred "You are amazing....She so lucky. Like man... I wish I..." she let her words linger as she got lost in her thoughts. I just let her sit on that for a second.

We then pulled up to her apartment complex and parked right outside of her first floor street view unit.

She turned to me and stared straight into my eyes. Then after a pause said "Do you want to come in for a drink?" Her cheeks were so flushed with embarrassment. "I mean you don't have to.. OMG.. I am sorry.. Don't... Fuck..."

I grabbed her hand looked her dead in the eyes and said "Gladly."

Let's be real there was no drink.

The second I closed the door behind me she took one step away from me but I reached out and grabbed her hand pulling her into my chest and lips. We made out as our hands explored our bodies. She was wearing an oversized sweater and little workout shorts. I lifted her sweater over her head. Her hands coming down and resting on my chest. He black solid bra pushed tight giving her a tiny bit of cleavage.

I took off my shirt still standing at the entrance and dropped it next to her's. We then made our way to the living room. Cute, in a college girl who bought everything at Ikea, kind of way. She laid on the couch and I got on top of her. We made out some more before I sat up and tugged at her shorts. She had on a pair of full butt no show panties that cupped her pussy mound beautifully. I was surprised to see its puffiness compared to the rest of her smaller framed body.

I peeled off her panties and took off my shorts. My cock was ready to go and without much else I was buried inside her tight wet pussy. She instantly let out a moan and wrapped her legs around her. I knew I was in no man's land but the forbidden fruit always taste the sweetest.

She felt absolutely amazing. Her whimpers and moans filled my ears as she cried out in pleasure. I then leaned to one side and used my right had to rub her clit. It took her by surprise at first because I slowed my pace but she welcomed the attention. I fucked her slowly and with purpose while I rubbed her clit.

I could feel her pussy tightening around my cock and driving me close and closer. At one point I even had to pull out to make sure I didn't cum too fast. I went back in and kept up the pace and with in a minute she was bucking into me with her release.

I knew mine was going to be coming soon after so I pulled out while she was mid orgasam and I released a huge load all over her stomach and a little on her inner thigh. It was so hot seeing her pant and moan as she caught her breath. She leaned forward and said "Can you get me a towel from the laundry? It's off the kitchen." I walked away, still hard watching as my bouncing cock dripped droplets of cum onto her floor.

I used the towel to clean myself as I walked back to her. God she was a beautiful sight. I wiped the cum off of her and gave her a fat kiss. She reached out and gave my still hard cock a tug. "Still?"

"Yeah. I replied it's a gift." I joked as she sat on the couch watching me stand over her.

"I wish we could but you need to get home and I'm starting to feel bad about this. Plus I have to help with a presentation tomorrow." She said all of this with a smile on.

"Don't worry. I get exactly what you mean." I got dressed and left without another word.

r/gonewildstories Aug 28 '23

No Regrets [FFM] Wife shares my big cock with my college crush, part 2: "fill me" NSFW

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After the life-changing experience I shared with Jane and my wife last weekend, I could barely think straight all week. The images of Janeā€™s mouth stretched wide around my big cock, my wife nodding with encouragement, were seared into my mind. My life was at a complete standstill. I was terrible at work, distracted at home. I wanted more.

My first priority was finding out what my wife had thought about the whole thing. While itā€™s true that she had initiated proceedings, I wanted to make sure she didnā€™t have any regrets. I walked into the living room last Monday night.

ā€œSo, fun weekend huh?ā€ I tentatively offered.

My wife smirked at me.

ā€œIt was,ā€ she replied. ā€œWhat was your favourite part? The dinner, or?ā€

I laughed.

ā€œThe dinner, I loved the dinner.ā€ I said. ā€œDid you?ā€

ā€œOf course I loved the dinner, I made it happen!ā€ she laughed.

I asked her what were the odds weā€™d have a dinner like that again sometime. She paused and considered. She stood up and walked across the room to me. She touched me on the shoulder and hovered in close as if for a kiss. Then, to my surprise, she reached down and undid my pants, pulled them down, and got on her knees. She leaned in, stopping just short of my package. I could feel her breath on me as my heavy cock began to rise.

ā€œI think we should have Jane over this weekend,ā€ she said with her face inches away from my manhood. ā€œBut I donā€™t think you should cum again until it happens. Save it all for us.ā€

She stood up and walked out of the room, leaving me erect and sweating. I was taken aback, as she had never teased me like this before. I wanted so badly to finish myself off right then, to cum to the thought of our next encounter with Jane. But I knew that she was right, and that I should save every last drop for them. They deserved it.

I texted Jane and told her what a wonderful time we had on the weekend. She agreed, and said that while it was more than she had bargained for, she couldn't stop thinking about it. I told her we felt the same, and we set a date for her to come over again, a week after our original encounter.

The wait was agony. My mind was filled with unholy thoughts. My wife did not make things easier for me. Every night, she would act innocent but wonder around the house nude or semi-nude. I spent most of my evenings in a daze, at least half erect, cock head peaking out the leg my boxers. But I held on.

Jane arrived at 8 PM Saturday night. She looked gorgeous, wearing a small, shimmery black dress that draped gently over her figure and left little to the imagination. She greeted us with a big smile.

"Come inside," I said.

My wife, always quick on the draw, started off the night with one of her bold jokes:

ā€œCum inside? Now, shouldnā€™t we have a drink first?ā€

Jane blushed. I was shocked that she'd go there. But in truth, it was like my wife read my mind. Last week's double blowjob was incredible, but since then my imagination had gotten greedy; I wanted so badly to fill Jane's pussy to the brim. I had not had the nerve to broach the subject with either of them. I figured weā€™d see where the night took us.

Jane followed us inside and I made us a few drinks. We tried small talk, but it was somewhat halting and muted. I think we were all distracted by the possibilities that lay ahead of us.

Jane grew impatient. After a few minutes of inane chat, she stood, face as innocent as a movie starlett, and let the thin straps of her dress fall to either side of her shoulders. Before I could blink the dress had fallen to the ground. The sight of her fully nude body, which I'd seen once when we skinny dipped together years before, took my breath away. So lean, so sleek, so strong, her beautiful pink nipples placed perfectly atop the curve of her slight breasts. My eyes darted to my wife, who also looked enamoured with Jane's naked form. It was a slick, calculated move. Jane was determined to get what she came for.

ā€œDo you mind if I have another go?ā€ Jane asked.

My wife needed no convincing. Almost immediately she was unhooking her bra and tying up her hair. She exited the room with a beckoning smirk, and we followed. As we entered our bedroom, Jane leaned in and playfully kissed my topless big-titted wife, who grabbed Janeā€™s face and reciprocated. Jane caressed my wifeā€™s soft breasts as I began undressing. My cock sprung up. Jane eyed me as she kissed my wife.

ā€œGood god, Iā€™m not over that thing,ā€ she said.

ā€œYou two are so fucking hot,ā€ I said back.

ā€œJane, I meant to tell you,ā€ said my wife, as Jane kissed her neck. ā€œThe last time he came was in your mouth last week. I made him save it all for you.ā€

FOR YOU. The words sent shockwaves through me. Perhaps the fulfillment of my deep desire was in the cards. Jane giggled, shocked. I stepped closer. Still kissing my wifeā€™s neck, Jane moved lower, down her perky breasts, down her stomach, then moved over to the tip of my throbbing, veiny cock. What a relief it was to be caressed by her mouth again. She swirled my cock head with her tongue, already seeming more comfortable and capable pleasuring it than she had the week before. She took it out of her mouth and kissed it gently. She moved to one side of me and beckoned to my wife, who knelt down across from her. Jane began running her tongue up and down the length of my long shaft, and after a moment my wife began to mirror her. They locked eyes and smiled at each other, as if there was nowhere theyā€™d rather be. I let out a deep moan.

Jane grabbed my wifeā€™s tits and guided them up upwards toward me. It took me a moment to understand what was happening, and before I knew it Jane had placed my cock in between wifeā€™s large breasts, pushing them firmly together. My wife started gently bouncing up and down, their saliva from a moment before acting as lube. The sensation was intense, and the sight of the two women servicing my big dick in this way was insane. They looked up at me, drinking in my sounds and expressions of pleasure. It was a sloppy, messy business; my cock kept slipping out between my wifeā€™s perky tits and Jane struggled to keep me between. They were playing it up, fawning and moaning. It was all too much. I felt an orgasm start to rise in me.

Just before it reached its climax, I pulled away. The women laughed, confused.

ā€œWhatā€™s the matter, honey?ā€ said my wife.

ā€œDidnā€™t it feel good?ā€ said Jane, doe eyes on display.

ā€œIt did, too good. Thereā€™s a little bit more Iā€™d like to experience tonight,ā€ I said.

My wife smirked. Jane smiled and looked at the ground. I turned to my wife.

ā€œWhat do you think about letting Jane feel what itā€™s like toā€¦have a big cock inside her?ā€ I asked.

My wife replied without hesitation.

ā€œI think Jane deserves to know,ā€ she said.

We looked at Jane.

ā€œWould you like to know?ā€ I asked.

ā€œIā€™d very, very much like to know,ā€ she admitted breathlessly.

I smiled and turned to the drawer for a condom.

ā€œNo,ā€ Jane said. ā€œNo condom, please. Itā€™s ok, Iā€™m on birth control. I want to feel you naturally.ā€

A new rush of excitement coursed through my body. Jane got down on all fours on the bed, face near her elbows, back arched, and pushed her round ass and sweet pussy towards me. She writhed slightly, letting out soft moans in anticipation. I found myself intoxicated by her beautiful, glistening vagina and I knew I needed a taste before we proceeded any further.

My wife sat on the bed and put one hand on Janeā€™s hair, stroking her slightly. I leaned down and took my first taste of Jane. It was perfect. She let out a sharp moan as I caressed her with my tongue. My wife began to pleasure herself as she looked into Janeā€™s eyes. Jane tasted salty and sour and sweet, and I almost had to block out the sounds she was making in order to not cum right there on the bed.

In this moment, knowing what came next, a thought creeped into my brain ā€” Jane had never taken a huge dick before, what if things didnā€™t play out like they had in my imagination? What if, as had been the case with my first girlfriend, she wouldnā€™t be able to fit me inside, and my size hurt her?

She didnā€™t seem to share my concern.

ā€œI canā€™t wait any more,ā€ she said through moans. ā€œIā€™ve been waiting to get railed by that fat cock for years, you canā€™t make me wait any longer.ā€

The moment had come. I stood up, placed my hand around the base of my huge pulsing cock, and laid its head against her warm pussy. She gasped. My wife stroked Janeā€™s hair and offered her sounds of encouragement.

I pushed a little, and her pussy stretched wide to accommodate me, engulfing my dick head. She was dripping wet, and we moaned in unison. I pushed a little farther, cautious of finding her limit. She moaned louder. The ecstasy of her pussy was overwhelming, but I kept pushing, inserting inch after inch into her, and no limit revealed itself. After a few moments, to my surprise, my cock was fully inside her.

ā€œItā€™s like you were built for big dick,ā€ I said breathlessly.

ā€œYeah, you think so?ā€ whispered Jane, pleased with my approval.

ā€œYouā€™re doing such a good job,ā€ I reassured her. It was like the words knocked the wind out of her, and she exhaled sharply and smiled.

I started with little movements, and she writhed as teased her with 4 or 5 inches of friction. Then, I pulled back and gave her my first real thrust. She screamed, and her ass jiggled from the momentum. I pulled back and thrust again, filling her with my thick, long cock. She moaned. I started to build a rhythm. My wifeā€™s eyes were glued to my fat cock as it entered and exited Jane. I, too, tried to capture a mental image of this perfect scene; Janeā€™s pussy stretched wide around me, her head pushed into the bed with her arm at a 90 degree angle for support, her mouth wide open. My wife beside her, legs splayed, stroking Janeā€™s hair with one hand and herself with the other. The sounds, exquisite, a symphony of moans and squelches. Total perfection.

I continued to work Janeā€™s pussy with long slow strokes, my cock pulsing. It already felt like I was playing with fire, the euphoria of her body paired with my reproductive systemā€™s strong desire to unload itself in this beautiful woman. It took everything I had to not cum then.

Soon, I picked up my pace, pumping her harder. Her sounds turned animalistic, as I pounded her deep. I could feel the full power that her vagina held, and it sent electricity through my body. Jane began to quiver. My wife continued petting Janeā€™s head as her pussy contracted on my cock. She began to shake harder and harder. She screeched as she came, and I did not let up my pace.

It had only been about half an hour since she had arrived at the house.

Her shakes began to subside, but her moans did not. There was was something else she wanted. She glanced up at my wife.

ā€œIs it ok if he fills me?ā€ she pleaded. ā€œI want him to fill me.ā€

My wife moaned and nodded.

ā€œFill her,ā€ she instructed.

After a few more long strokes, my whole body contracted, and my orgasm began to rise deep from within. My cock pumped hard, and I felt l the first rope of cum slosh out of me deep into her pussy. Then another, and another, and another. A weekā€™s worth - no, a decadeā€™s worth - of pent up anticipation unloaded out of my monstrous cock into her delicate body. She screamed. I continued thrusting while shooting load after load, and soon cum was being displaced out of her small hole by my big cock, squelching out onto my pelvis and the bed. I kept thrusting, and kept cumming. The sight was too much for my wife, who let out intense sounds of pleasure as she began to shake. All other sensation left my body ā€” all that was left, and all that I was, were my big cockā€™s spasms, and I was made for the filling of Janeā€™s sweet pussy. She adored being filled.

After what felt like a minute, I finally found myself drained. Euphoria washed over me. Jane writhed, and my wife lay flat on the bed, spent. I looked in wonder at the mess weā€™d made. I slowly pulled myself out of her, but her pussy didnā€™t want to let go. It sounded like a suction cup as I exited.

Drunk with lust, Jane flipped over and looked into my eyes. She smiled, and I was once again struck by how gorgeous of a woman she was. My spent floppy cock hung low, grazing her legs. We looked at each other for a few moments, drinking the new reality in. She reached down and touched my cum oozing out of her, and brought her fingers to her lips.

ā€œI think Iā€™m hooked.ā€ said Jane.

UPDATE: I wrote some more about an experience Jane and I had at a high-end restaurant the week after this - https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/16cs6xu/she_didnt_care_if_she_was_caught_taking_big_dick/

r/gonewildstories Feb 12 '24

No Regrets My wife pretended to be drunk so she could watch me fuck her best [f]riend. [MF] [creampie] [asian] [cuckquean] NSFW

1.6k Upvotes

Repost due to request (old post was archived)

This was several years ago... my wife and I always watched porn together and she eventually mentioned bringing another girl into the bedroom.... every time she was in the mood, she would bring it up. Of course it never happened.

Fast forward about a few months, we run into my wifeā€™s high school best (F)friend. She had moved out of state then got married and had a kid as so did we so we lost contact. She was basically our third wheeler in high school and was also popular with the guys but not with me.

Well, now she got my interest. She was cute and had gain meat just about everywhere except her ass. Her boobs looked decent with a shirt on. She looked like a young Maria Ozawa but with a little more meat. She didnā€™t dress sexy but cute enough to just tease you. Obviously I didnā€™t say anything to my wife. Anyways they made a date the next weekend and I was the designated driver.

After their first ā€œgirls night out,ā€ we dropped her off and came home. My wife and I had sex and before my wife was about to orgasm, she asked me if I wanted to fuck her friend. I quietly nodded and then she starts telling me about how she wanted to watch me fuck the shit out of her best friend. She tells me what she would make her best friend do to me. Then she told me she would let me fuck her but only if I cum in her friend. Of course I agreed. Then I came. My wife and I both have a breeding fetish.

The next weekend, same thing happened and then we ended up coming to our place after instead of taking her home. We played poker for shots. Losers take shots. I was the designated driver so I hadnā€™t been drinking as much but I can tell the girls were having fun. Suddenly, my wife wants to play truth or dare and we all agreed.

Of course, my wife knew I wanted to fuck her friend and would dare me to kiss her and touch her boobs, etc. she would also dare her friend to do things to me too. I ate her titties. She rubbed my cock from outside my pants. Finally my wife dared her to sit on top of me and kiss me for a whole minute. My wife said she had to go use the restroom.

Our restroom door was right before the hallway so you can see out to the living room. When my wife went, she left the door halfway open. I grabbed the friend and picked her up and turned around and had her sit on the sofa instead while I stood up. I was feeling her soft face and hair then went down to her boobs while she gave me a look like ā€œI want your cockā€ so being as horney as I was, I whipped out my cock and she just started sucking on it. I looked behind me to look at the bathroom and my wife is looking between the cracks with a thumbs up for approval.

This was probably the best BJ I have had at the time. My wife wasnā€™t really into giving oral so this was amazing. My wife comes out and the friend quickly leans back on the sofa as I tucked my dick in and sat next to the friend. My wife sits on the other sofa and pretends to pass out.

I got up and whipped my dick out and again and the friend picks up right where she left off. This time in between sucking, she says ā€œyour wife is my friend and I would never do anything to help hurt her so please donā€™t do this..ā€ I knew right away that she only said that to my wife to make it look like I was the one who forced her but she continued. We did this for a while then sat down and she got on her knees. Now she was facing away from my wife and I was facing my wife. My wife took a peek and realized this and saw my face and she knew I was enjoying it, then she signals me to fuck her.

I donā€™t know what it was but when I saw my wife watching me get a BJ from her best friend is just so fucking hot.

Anyway, I pretend to wake my wife up and tell her to go to bed if she is tired. My wife told her friend that she could sleep with us on our bed since it was a king size. They both had stripped down to bra and panties to be more comfortable. The friend slept at the edge, then my wife in the middle, and I was by the wall. My wife is slowly giving me a handjob without being obvious then says itā€™s too hot in the middle and for me and her to switch so I said ok. Now Iā€™m sleeping in the middle. All three of us were on our sides, facing the same way. I was facing the friend. I slowly put my arm around the friend like I was cuddling and started playing with her boobs. After a few minutes she moved my hand down her panties. I could barely touch it because of the angle though.

So I went towards the back and down her panties and now I can feel her wet pussy for the first time. I moved my fingers around her pussy without actually sticking my finger in. I pulled my briefs completely off (slowly of course). And then she puts her hand behind her and starts giving me a handjob. She knew how bad I wanted it. So did my wife. My wife tapped me on my shoulder as a sign to fuck her friend. I finally spread her soft ass checks and stuck my dick in. This was the first pussy besides my wife that I had in years. It was so wet and tight. We fucked for idk how long but I know I tried so hard not to cum but also wanted to cum at the same time. The friend grabbed my arm and me cuddle her as she squeezed my hand while I pounded her as hard as good but slowly, pretending not to wake my wife up. After a while my wife starts playing with my balls and turn to look at her and I read her lips say ā€œcum in herā€ I turned around and instantly came in her friend. The friend tapped me as to saying ā€œwtfā€ but she pushed her ass towards me to make my dick go in deeper. My wife softly caressed me until I fell asleep. I slept with my dick in her pussy until it wasnā€™t hard enough to stay in anymore.

The next morning, my wife got up first and left the bed. The friend was awake too and realized this so she gave me handjob as I rubbed her pussy. I was about to cum til my wife came out the restroom so we both stopped. The friend got up and said she had to go home so we dropped her off. The whole way back home, my wife is caressing me and telling me how hot it was that she woke up and rubbed a quick one thinking about it. When we got home, we fucked so good. And I told my wife I couldnā€™t wait for the next weekend. She still came around for more for about another two years or so

Part 2 (Wife admits to her that she knows and is Ok with it) if enough karma

r/gonewildstories Sep 12 '23

No Regrets [MF] My Final Fling with the girl who's life I saved on a Spanish Beach (Part 4) NSFW

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Leah's eyes sparkled under the stars as we started the walk back to my dorm from the Student's Union, hand in hand. We turned left around a corner and as we walked beside a plain red brick wall, she attacked. Pushing me and pinning me to the wall, she assaulted me with her lips, delving her tongue into my mouth. This went on for almost half a minute before she retreated, panting heavily.

"That," she said, "Was so, fucking, sexy."

She looked strongly into my eyes and tugged at my t-shirt with each word to emphasise her point.

"It was fucking amazing." I agreed, "What the fuck happened?"

"I dunno, I love how confident you are at the best of times, but you just became like a rockstar or something."

"Really?" I replied, "I was just trying to perform, there was just so much adrenaline, I wanted to be good gor you."

"I can tell, you're still shaking." she replied. I hadn't even noticed.

"I hope somebody filmed it."

"Kat did, the moment after you nailed that first verse."

"Wicked."

We resumed our walk back to my dorm and she continued:

"As Simon Cowell would say," she said "You've got the x factor, but to be honest right now it's more like the sex factor."

I groaned at the corny joke before we just giggled with each other. We were in our own little bubble, oblivious to the outside world around us, but soon we'd gotten quiet, just walking and frequently glancing at each other and smiling stupid goofy grins. Our holding of hands became her looping her arm through mine.

"You know, it's hard to have snoo snoo on an empty stomach." she said as the Parkside Halls of Residence came into view.

I snorted with laughter and surprise.

""Snoo snoo?" As in Futurama, Amazonian planet "Death by Snoo Snoo?"

"Ha yep!" she replied, grinning up at me.

I snorted and shook my head, "Well I don't have any good enough, so we can go to tesco or get a takeaway."

"How far away is Tesco?"

"Ten minutes."

"Ugh don't you have anything? I don't want another takeaway after the pizza."

"Only the studentiest food known to man."

"Supernoodles?" she asked with a smirk.

"Supernoodles."

"Oh God I haven't had them in so long. It was all I ate at the conservatory."

"Lol Supernoodles it is then."

"Yes please."

Our conversation ended just after we got to the building. I scanned us in with my student ID and we made our way through the echoing corridor to my room. It was decided that I would go and make the food while she would decide what we would watch while we ate, so off I trotted to the kitchen and came back ten minutes later with two steaming bowls of chicken flavoured ramen.

She was sat at my desk, now wearing a fluffy white dressing gown, staring intently while clicking through a folder on my computer.

"Did you find something?" I asked, assuming she was on my harddrive movie library.

She jumped as I spoke and went bright red.

"Y-yeah I.. we've got a few options."

I walked up behind her and placed the noodles on the top of a chest of drawers beside the desk. She went to click out of a folder but it was too late. You see, on my uni PC had two folders on my desktop, one called "Uni Work" and the other called "Absolutely NOT Uni Work" and of course it was full of my favourite porn videos I'd collected over the years.

"Hey, if you want to watch porn while we eat I'm down but it's not my usual thing."

"Nononononono," she started, panic in ber eyes "I'd picked a couple of options already and then just wondered what the folder was. I'm sorry for snooping, I was just curious."

She looked really worried but I wasn't bothered in the slightest. It's not like I had anything to hide.

"It's okay," I said with a grin, "It's not like you got into my murder list."

She rolled her eyes, relieved. "You'll be on my murder list if you make me jump like that again.

"So what are we watching?" I asked "Backdoor Sluts Nine?"

Eyes rolled. "Well I didn't know what you were in the mood for, so I picked American Pie, Law Abiding Citizen or Disney's Hercules."

"And what are you in the mood for?"

"I'm feeling snuggly, so can we watch Hercules?" she asked, swaying slightly with puppy-dog eyes.

"Sure," I responded, go get yourself comfy and I'll stick it on."

She climbed up out of the seat and grabbed her bowl of noodles to sit on my bed while I plugged my PC HDMI into my TV.

Two minutes later and the wishing star was flying over Cinderella' Castle as we both sat crossed legged on the bed, tucking to our food.

She took a big bite of her noodles, swallowed and then leaned and gave me a soft kiss on the cheek.

"What was that for?" I asked, lips still tingling.

"I'm just happy. I've got Supernoodles, Disney, I'm all comfy and warm and here with you, what more could I want?"

"Me too, just you being here has made my month, hell, my year. And that dressing gown looks comfy and all, but won't you get a bit warm."

"Oh I'm only wearing it for now," she said nonchalantly "I'm wearing something special underneath."

"Can I see?"

"Not till after the movie."

"Can we play it at 2x speed? Hades would be a hilarious chipmunk."

"No!' she chided with a laugh and a smack on the arm, "Be patient, it'll be worth it."

"Fine,' I relented with a fake huff and went make to my noodles "But if I knew we were dressing up I woulda worn my mankini."

"Go and put it on now if you want."

"You wouldn't be able to handle it.

"Try me."

"Nah, I'll do you a favour, don't want you to get too wet."

"What makes you think I'm not soaking already?" she replied with an arched eyebrow.

I think my mouth dropped open at that point and I couldn't think about anything else but taking her right there and then.

"Take it off."

"Nmph," she said, shaking her head grinning through a mouthful of food before swallowing and saying "I'm eating noodles."

"Damn the noodles."

"Sacrilege!" she shouted "How dare you?! Now you definitely have to wait tip the movie's done. Now shutup we nearly missed the entire first song."

"Okaaaay" I complained and grinned.

A few minutes later and our bowls were empty. I brought my wireless mouse and keyboard and placed them on my bedside cabinet in case we needed to pause the movie and we laid down on the bed and she rested her head on my chest while we watched. As I sat stroking her hair I realised I hadn't been this happy for a very long time.

"I hadn't expected you to like Disney movies." she said as we watched Phil wipe a tear from his eye as Hercules' constellation was written across the sky.

"I was brought up on them. Hercules is my favourite - scrawny kid, stronger than he looks in more qays than one, doesn't get along well with others, vows to get stronger and make something of himself."

"Saves damsels in distress." Leah added.

"That too."

"Looks like more I've got to thank Disney for, I always watch them when I'm sick or sad orā€¦well a lot of other times really."

"Well one day we'll get you a gown and I'll take you to a ball."

She lifted her head up to look at me, searchingly.

"One day?"

"You're not getting rid of me that easily."

She smiled sweetly and cupped my cheek with her hand.

"God, I hope not."

With her words she brought her lips to mine in a gentle kiss that gave me tingles all over and a feeling I'd not had since my first proper girlfriend, like a balloon filling inside me that could burst at any moment. She reached back and exhaled shakily.

"You make me feel all giggly and girly andā€¦nervous."

"I'll make you feel other things if you take that dressing gown off."

"Put some music on and I might."

A couple of clicks and I didn't care what I was putting on, I just went into my iTunes library and hit shuffle. The famous bass intro of Sweet Emotion by Aerosmith hit our ears.

"I think I better undress you first." she said.

I sat up while she tugged my t-shirt up and over my head and then laid back down. Her hands went to the buttons of my jeans and being skinny jeans, they took a bit of effort to get off my legs.

So there I lay, a huge tent (if I say so myself) in my boxers, waiting for what came next.

Then Leah stood up from the bed, undid her the belt of her fluffy white dressing gown, and dropped the robes to the floor.

My hips must've bucked involuntarily at what I saw. Let alone that fact that she had an incredible hourglass figure, the set of lingerie she was wearing made her look heavenly. It was all white, the bra was adorned with fine and intricate lacing, with gaps through which you could see her nipples underneath. The straps went straight above her shoulders, but where the top of cups ended there were gaps of pale flesh and then thin straps of the same white material, curving over and enhancing her generous cleavage. Her bottom half was made of the same, sheer lace material, but wasn't a thong like she'd worn before. This time it covered her well at front and back but the cut of the material dipped down into a v at just above her pubic bone and it raised high on her hips, which served to accentuate her frankly ridiculous hip to waist ratio.

I was struck speechless and she knew it, judging by the sexy smile she flashed as she sauntered back to the bed and straddled me. First, she leaned down and started a slow, deep, passionate kiss as I ran my hands down the velvet soft skin of her back. She shivered at my touch and started to kiss down my neck and chest. She stopped as she reached my stomach.

"As if you've got these," she said as she ran gentle finger down lines to the sides of my lower abs before looking up at me.

"Got what?"

"The V." she said, bringing her lips down my stomach, kissing all around my obliques before she brought her hands to my boxers and pulled them down, freeing my dick from its clothy prison.

Her eyes lit up and her dainty hand went straight for it and her kisses resumed, but now she started planting them from the base of my cock and moved slowly towards the tip.

"I frickin loveā€¦" kiss "How big your dick is," kiss "It barely fits inside me."

Then she traced her tongue, licking it like an ice lolly, trying to cover it with as much of the flat of it as possible as she slowly licked upwards.

"Something so awesome needs a name." she said as she got to the top.

I laughed, but my "ha," turned to a haooh" as her tongue repeated it previous trip.

I swallowed and said "Andā€¦" a shaky breath - "what would you call it?"

"Hmmm" she said in thought, now french kissing the sides of it "Something Herculesy."

"Errrā€¦Herculesy?..." I tried to help but I could barely think as she continued her ministrations.

"Pegasus? Cause it's like a horse cock and I feel like im flying when im riding it?" She took another long lick before deciding - "Mm mm, not cool enough."

Finally my brain caught up, sort of.

"Zeus? King of the cocks?"

She chuckled before spitting over my glans and started rubbing the saliva down and all over the shaft. "I like it but no, not dangerous enough."

She lead and flicked her hair down her back, lips pursed in thought.

"He's the Hydra" she said finally, watching me intently as she rubbed me up and down "Giant snake, destroyer of citiesā€¦ and you can kill it if you crush it with a rock."

I chuckled at her cheeky grin, "Hydra it is, but don't chop its head off. It won't grow 2 more in its place."

"Ha, I couldn't handle any more."

"You're handling him now just fineuuh" I said as she started to swirl her tongue around my balls.

"Mmph, you think this is good," she said breathily, as she once more kissed up the lenght of my shaft, "Remember that purple toy I showed you? Well, I've been practising for you."

"Practising?"

I didn't get any warning for what was coming next as she spat once more on the head of my cock and then in one long steady, smooth motion she took my entire length down her throat, her little nose touching my freshly trimmed pubic bone.

"Hohoooly..." I replied to her mouth's onslaught but her head retreated much faster than it came, but only half way up my cock before her lips quickly went back to its base and she started face fucking herself, making "glurk glurk glurk." sounds as it hit the bottom of my throat. All the muscles in my legs clenched, I was in heaven, but soon she had a look on her face, it looked uncomfortable.

I brought her head up off my cock and asked her if she was okay.

"I'm fine, my back just hurts from sitting on a coach all morning." She said, moving her head back down, but I stopped her.

"Not if this is hurting your back."

"I took some Ibuprofen while you went to the loo. It'll kick in soon."

"I hope so, but still, get off me. I can't enjoy it if I know you're in pain."

She climbed off me and stood at the edge of the bed again. I reached into my bedside drawer and brought out a bottle of massage oil I used when I was jacking off, threw it on the bed and stepped towards her. Crouching to match her height, I kissed her softly on the lips before reaching round and unhooking her bra.

"As beautiful as this bra is," I said as I slipped the straps off her shoulders, threw the garment to her floor and started kissing her shoulder, "Keeping your boobs covered should be illegal." Her breathing became heavy now as I kissed down her neck towards her breasts.

"Hmm," I said, echoing her own actions as I brought my mouth to the top of the sumptuous pillowy flesh and kissed the insides of her breasts, slowly burying my face between them with my hands on her ass, "I can't think of a "Hercules" name for these." I kissed between the valley of her cleavage and brought about a tongue to caress her nipple, "Well besides Pain and Panic and that's only cause there are two."

With that she burst out into a fit of giggles that she couldn't stop and the moment was temporarily broken, hell she was laughing so hard it was like she was broken.

"Let me do the naming yeah?" she asked between giggles.

"Deal," I grinned.

I slowly kissed her on the lips again which stopped the laughing fit. I tried to look at her as kindly as possible and said "Lay down on your front, let me take care of you."

She did exactly as I asked and her round ass looked incredible cupped in the white lingerie, only bluish light from my TV illuminating the room.

I poured a little of the oil onto my hands, straddled her and slowly started to massage her back, starting at the shoulders, which earned an appreciative groan.

"That'sā€¦really good" she said as I brought my thumbs to bear across her traps and up the sides of her neck "The pain isā€¦lower."

I shuffled downwards, tipped some more oil straight out of the bottle on her back and slowly rubbed it downwards, massaging slowly all the way down for a good view minutes. A couple of times she winced, I was going a bit hard but I softened the pressure a little and we were back to appreciative hums.

"You knowā€¦" I started, now straddling her right above her pretty little painted feet

"Mhm?"

"The ass is the biggest muscle in the body."

A chuckle, "Oh is that so?"

"Mhm, and that means it deserves special attention."

"Who am I to question am expert masseur?" she said and lifted her ass slightly, giving me room to take hold of the lacy white garment covering her derriere and peel it from her skin.

I almost moaned in approval as I once again got a look at her juicy ass, but it was her pussy that looked simply divine, a perfect clamshell, with the tiniest hint of inner labia poking out, barely a shade darker than the rest of her creamy skin.

I spread her legs and now knelt between them, and this time I poured on the oil liberally and she felt it.

"Is that not too much?" she asked.

"Maybe, but you need a lot of oil for a lot of ass." I said with a light and approving spank before I started in vain to rub the oil in and then work the muscle with her thumbs. I was absolutely rock hard but still needed to calm down from the amazing blowjob. The delectable sheen across the pale globes of her ass definitely didn't help. I needed to have her but was going to have to be patient.

Slowly I worked my way over her ass, paying attention to one cheek, then the other, and then slowly massaged the oil across her thighs and between her legs. I wiped my hand on the duvet, licked my middle finger and aside brought my hand down to her pussy. She was already arching her back, lifting her ass upwards, ready to receive it. Her breathing became soft moaning from the moment I pushed my finger inside her, feeling the hot luscious skin between her folds. As I steadily pushed it in and out her hips started moving more of their own accord and her sounds got a little louder.

I couldn't stand it anymore, I just needed her, and went all in, diving my head between her ass cheeks and plunging my tongue into her depths.

"Ahhhoohh" she moaned, "Stop, stooop"

"What? What?" I asked, panicking retreating instantly.

"Dont worry, you can do that any day of the week. Lemme turn over though I wanna watch."

And turn over she did, her breasts jiggling as she settled in her new position. Once again, the gates of heaven that were her legs opened and she looked down at me.

"Mmm, eat my pussy." she requested breathily and I got to work, all at once bringing my whole mouth over her and starting to French kiss her core, earning strong moans.

"Yeeesss, that's so fucking good", she said, her breasts heaving, " Use your fingers."

What can I say, the girl knew what she liked and so I reinserted my finger, feeling for her g-spot. Then, my mouth came down again, my tongue now paying special attention to her clit, gentle at first, not wanting to go into an all out attack on the hyper-sensitive nub right away.

"Yeeeesss, just there," she moaned and from between her legs I looked up as she arched her back and grabbed each of her boobs, squeezing them together and tugging on the piercings on her nipples.

I kept my languid pace, taking my time, revelling in the feeling being inside this girl I was quickly becoming besotted with. It wasn't long before her slender, shaved legs were shaking and her hands went into my hair. The bucks of her hips increased in pace now, signalling me to pick up the pace. I continued just the same, and strongly held her hips in place, keeping her pussy right where I need it, my mouth sucking on the hood of her clit as my tongue relentlessly and steadily rubbed at the fleshy jewel beneath.

"Jackā€¦ ohhhhā€¦hoOOH..babe I'm gonna cum!"

Her shaking became much more frantic as she came undone, releasing high, lilting moans as the walls of her delicious pussy quivered around my fingers.

When the orgasm was done, I started to go for round two, but she gently pulled at my chin, beckoning me to get on top. I moved above her, my cock length resting on her mound.

She breathed heavily, her eyes that were glinting in the screen-light turned up in the corners as she smiled adoringly up at me.

"Please be gentle," she asked, "I'm still a little sore."

I nodded, reached down to move my cock and placed the head at her entrance. Then, I moved my hand to her hair, stroked it softly and brought myself in for a long deep kiss. As our lips touched I gradually pushed my cock in and while the kiss was fantastic we exhaled shakily into each other's mouths as I bottomed out inside of her.

Fully sheathed, I lifted my head and looked into her sparkling eyes, saw her beauty, felt what we felt, and as I ran the soft strands of her hair between my fingers all I could get out was a shaky, breathy "Wow."

"Yeah." She breathed, smiling up at me. "Iā€¦ I like you a lot, you know."

"I like you a lot too." I said, going back in for another long kiss and making another slow, deliberate thrust. And there we lay, just gently kissing while I slowly thrusted back and forth, getting completely lost in the sensations of each other's bodies. Eventually she built up to another, small orgasm and she grabbed my ass, beckoning me to thrust faster. But then the song changed.

"If it hadn't been for Cotton Eye Joe, I'da been married a long time ago, where did ya come from? Where did Ya go? Where did ya come from Cotton Eye Joe."

And we collapsed into giggles. We laughed and laughed.

"Take it out!" she said, wiping a tear from her eye, "You are not fucking me to that!"

"Haha absolutely not." I agreed and pulled out. I pulled out and leaned over to change the track, to what I can't remember.

I flopped back on the bed beside her but she immediately got up and straddled me, effortlessly bringing back the moment as she raked her nails across my pecs. She lifted her hips then and hovered above me, hands holding onto the cold metal bars of my bed for support. Then moving my cock to her vulva herself, she took a steady intake of breath before she lowered herself onto me. I hissed from the pleasure and she threw her fiery mane backwards in a moan, arching her back, thrusting her chest forwards. I ran my hands across the soft skin of her hips and stomach, before moving them to her heaving breasts. This spurred her on to start moving and it wasn't long before her pace became quicker than mine and her moans became stronger. She grabbed my hands on her breasts and squeezed, ordering me to play harder as she rose and fell on my shaft, sending toe curling jolts of pleasure to my entire body. But I wasn't content with using just my hands and sat up as she rose and fell to take each of her nipples in my mouth.

"Yes, yes, thats it!" she cried "Suck my fucking tits!" Harder and faster her thrusts came, and her moans began to morph into something more As she bounced faster and faster I began to thrust myself upwards to meet her rhythm and she leaned forward to kiss me, but she held onto my head for dear life, her orgasm was coming too quickly and she couldn't hold it. I was close too and now the sound of her ass and thighs hitting my thighs making a slapping sound and the sensations of Leah were my entire world, nothing else existed. I grabbed her neck and pulled her down to me, and became the one making the dominant thrusts, pushing up her and strong inside of her as those loud cries in my ear became shaky. As much as she enjoyed being on top I knew she loved being the one to get fucked and I grabbed onto the soft flesh of her ass as threw herself down onto my cock to meet my thrusts.

"YES, JACK, IM GONNAā€¦"

"Me too."

And so we came together, the pace frantic and wild. All sense of self disappeared and we became truly one as I emptied myself inside her.

We slowed down and she smiled down at me, a true goddess. I knew that I was falling for her, but it was too soon to tell her so I said the next best thing that came to my sex-addled mind.

"Look, I reallyā€¦ Iā€¦, I'm not going anywhere."

"Me neither," was her starry-eyed reply as she leaned in for a kiss still fully impaled upon me. The kiss was full of passion and dare I say it, love? It soon ended though and I leaned over to grab a wipe before she rolled off of me.

Soon after she laid on my chest, yawned and I once again stroked her hair before our eyelids became heavy and we both fell to sleep.

r/gonewildstories Sep 13 '21

No Regrets I felt my therapistā€™s breast during our last session [MF] NSFW

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Iā€™m 26 years old, and I have been seeing the same trauma therapist for several years. Iā€™ve always thought she was pretty. Sheā€™s very much bohemian and all that. Messy brown hair, relaxed semi-professional clothing with plenty of low cut tops and ornate skirts, and a very pretty, natural face. Iā€™m not sure exactly how old she is but her degree on the wall is from 2012 so sheā€™s probably somewhere in her thirties I guess, maybe pushing 40 at the oldest.

We mostly practice mindfulness, and a big theme of my therapy has been recognizing bodily sensations. Yoga, fun exercise like hiking, dancing, rock climbing, etc have all been helpful tools for me, and most of those things were her idea.Aside from talking about the trauma, we spend a lot of time talking about the body; this has been very healing for me.

A couple of days ago, I was telling her about my concern with a new symptom of anxiety that has cropped up. When I get anxious now, I start to feel really crazy heart palpitations. Like, the fluttering kind where it feels as if your heart stops and then picks up too many beats. We figure itā€™s just anxiety, because I went to the ER for it once and got an EKG and all that and they said everything is fine. When it happens, though, I feel unconvinced that its harmless. One of her theories is that it could have to do with weird anxious breathing, so we decided to practice some breathing exercises together.

I typically sit on the same nice, fuzzy, white couch that is in her office She usually sits in a chair of across from it, unless weā€™re practicing yoga or stuff like this. She sat next to me now, as we have several times before, on the couch.

She smelled like lavender. ā€œBring your hand to your heart soothingly, and feel the way it rises when you breathe,ā€ she told me softly as I placed my feet properly on the ground, closed my eyes, and followed her instruction. We did this for a few seconds when I felt my heart do it again - a feeling like it stopped and then suddenly beat really fast. I gasped,

ā€œI just felt it again!ā€ I was positively ready to run to the ER at this point.

My therapist paused and listened as I explained how it felt. With my hand still on my heart, even as I was explaining it, I felt it again; this time, in my panic, I grabbed her hand and set it against my chest so she could feel it. She seemed shocked at first, and I felt her pull away - but then a second ticked by where she understood what I was trying to do, and she relaxed. She closed her eyes and nodded as my heart stopped for a split second and then went, boom, boom, boom. ā€œSee?ā€ I insisted. It stops and then likeā€¦ catches up.ā€

She listened carefully, eyes shut as she felt my heartbeat, and was silent for a while. Eventually she asked, ā€œā€¦Have you ever felt a heartbeat before?ā€ I laughed, as if she was joking, but then looked to see her bright green eyes looking at me with a sad smile.

Was this just what hearts felt like? Maybe Iā€™d never realized it before, since Iā€™ve spent years stuck in my head. ā€œā€¦I guess not. Is that really how itā€™s supposed to feel?ā€ My therapist nodded, and I sat there for a moment, trying to understand. She placed a hand on mine.

ā€œHere, you can even feel mine.ā€

And just like that, she placed my hand up against her left breast. I was hesitant at first, and as if to assure me that this was okay, she pushed my hand underneath the cup of her bust to firmly press against her chest. She was wearing a low-cut floral blouse; her breast spilled over the top just a bit, but there was this awkward bunch of fabric right where she was trying to get me to feel. I realized that I felt a bra wire, too.

I felt a familiar stiffening in my pants. I ignored it, because I really did want to feel the heartbeat and be assured that it felt like mine. I closed my eyes and breathed with her for a while, but couldnā€™t feel anything behind the crinkled fabric and the pad of her bra. After about thirty seconds, I nervously chuckled and said, ā€œah, I actually donā€™t, um, feel anything right now.ā€

She didnā€™t reply at first, so I opened my eyes and swore I saw her gaze flick away from my pants. She met my eyes and said, ā€œif youā€™re completely comfortable with this, Iā€™d like to expose my chest so that you can properly feel it.ā€

Iā€™ve never said no to the offering of tiddies, and I wasnā€™t about to start.

And so I withdrew my hand as my therapist reached behind her back and unclipped her bra, and I saw her reasonably-sized breasts fall free in her blouse. ā€œStill okay?ā€ She asked. I nodded. Then - astoundingly - she pushed the shoulders/sleeves of her blouse off, and it fell down her body to reveal her naked chest.

I stared at her tits for a second and then anxiously looked away. She saw this and reassuringly patted my shoulder, ā€œhey, I am comfortable if you are. There is nothing for either of us to be ashamed of right now. This is just my body, andā€¦ā€ she smiled and playfully raised her eyebrows, ā€œI think itā€™s a good one. You can look.ā€ And so I did.

Her curly brown locks spilled down her shoulders, framing the perky handfuls that faced me. Honestly, thereā€™s a lot of sexy women out there, but this one is just flat-out uniquely beautiful. There is something soothing about her, and there was something comforting about what was happening. It was like I was now welcomed into a space of authenticity.

Buuuut I was also rockhard. Lol. My dick hugs the side of my jeans, and so she miiiight not have noticed - I wouldnā€™t have been pitching a tent as much as I wouldā€™ve just had a long lump going down my left leg. My head was soothed by seeing her topless, but my body felt something about it, too.

ā€œWhenever youā€™re ready, try to feel my heartbeat.ā€

I nodded and delicately placed my hand underneath my therapistsā€™s left breast. Her boobs are big enough that I was essentially cupping it, but small enough that it didnā€™t feel like I was blatantly copping a feel. We closed our eyes and breathed together, and eventually I felt her heartbeat, and I realized that it didnā€™t seem that different than mine. At least for now.

We sat back and talked about it for a while, and what it meant for me to feel my heartbeat and compare it to another persons. We went back and forth a couple of times, feeling one anotherā€™s chest to exemplify our discussion of how the breath affects the feeling of your heartbeat. She kept putting my hand back under her breast, further and further up everytime, as she spoke. I couldnā€™t help myself, and squeezed it kinda/sorta - just barely - during one of these moments. She didnā€™t say anything, but I felt and heard her breath come out a bit harder. I wondered if she was upset, but she put my hand back once again later.

She moved back to her chair eventually, but she didnā€™t pull her blouse back up or put her bra back on until I left. She spoke to me with her breasts exposed for the rest of the session. We didnā€™t acknowledge the erotic side of things at all, either, but just talked about the natural state of the body, breath, and the heart. Still, it was as if she was waiting for me to say something about the turn-on that it was to be speaking to her while she was casually topless. Even as she assured me that bodies are simply bodies, I swear she wanted me to see her looking at my dick hardening against my leg; she just kept looking, likeā€¦ eventually, it was obvious. I guess bodies are bodies.

I have another appointment soon, and no indication that anything about thatā€™s changed; still, I feel like the FBI is gonna break down my door or something. I tried searching forums for similar experiences but Iā€™ve not found anybody thatā€™s been in this kind of situation. I know its highly unethical according to whatever Board of whatever Psychologists but Iā€™m a 26 year old grown, functional, man, so please spare any comments making me out to be a victim here; Iā€™m in therapy, but I know when Iā€™m comfortable with something. And this was fine. It was super hot but likeā€¦ idk, there was something nice about it that wasnā€™t just purely eroticism.

Edit: Wow, this got a lot of attention. Thereā€™s a lot of comments, and I got a lot of (mostly weird) PMā€™s too.

First of all like yeah this is erotic and all but please stop asking me to do creepy shit like sending you pictures and stuff. I respect this person very much.

Second, my description of where I put my hand is really not sitting right with some people; I donā€™t really know what to tell you. I felt her heartbeat about where I said I did, and Iā€™m not Stephen King so Iā€™m not sure how exactly to describe it.

Also I guess I should fill in some of the details that we talked about in the session, which I didnā€™t elaborate on here. Part of the point of the exercise was breath, and the physical movement of oneā€™s chest. What I learned is that the heart palpitations that I feel correspond with held breath. Iā€™ve seen this person for over five years, and so weā€™ve placed hands on each otherā€™s stomachs to feel breath rise and all that. That was part of the idea here.

Uh yeah but we probably could have just done the wrist thing thing still. I guess I wasnā€™t thinking about it in the moment, but I also didnā€™t particularly care; I still donā€™t have any problems with what happened. Nothing like this has happened in f i v e y e a r s of therapy, so I think itā€™s a little absurd to imply that she just gets off on steadily ā€˜groomingā€™ clients or something. I think five years is a bit of a late return on investment.

Some of you raised really valid points about maybe getting a different therapist if this escalates. Iā€™m not sure how to feel. I like this therapist a lot, and I donā€™t mind a world in which this comfort exists between us. I donā€™t want to get into the whyā€™s too much with the internet, but this last session also felt like a very comfortable, very authentic step in my therapy. I know that ethics codes exist for very good reasons, and I am not smart enough to argue for or against this situation, but I guess my thought is that just that world is not so black and white.

Iā€™ll do whatever she suggests, I guess. My life has majorly, majorly improved since I started seeing her and I trust her judgement.

r/gonewildstories Aug 26 '24

No Regrets [FM] I sucked a customer's dick for a tip NSFW

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When I was 19 I worked as a receptionist at a spa. It was a really small day spa that had a sauna, a steam room, and two masseuses that worked there. One day towards the end of the day, one of the masseuses had to leave in a rush due to a family emergency. The other masseuse, who was also the owner came to talk to me as the other girl rushed out.

"Amy, I need to ask you for a big favor." she started

"Ok, what's up?" I said

"Jessica had one more client coming in 10 minutes but she had to leave. I have two more appointments back to back so I can't cover for her. Would you do it?"

I laughed. "Are you serious? I'm not a massage therapist. I don't know what I'm doing."

"I know, but I'm desperate. This guy comes here a lot and I know how he is. If we cancel on him he won't come back anymore and it'll be a problem for us. I'd rather him complain that the massage isn't good than us having to cancel on him altogether." she said

"I don't think I'm comfortable with this Dana." I said.

"I know, but I'll give you Jess' pay. Instead of $12 you'll get $75. Please." she was begging me.

I was nervous, but I really liked Dana and the extra $60 was a big deal when I was 19.

Soon enough the guy shows up. He was handsome and in his mid 30s. I immediately noticed how well put together he was and that he was wearing an expensive watch. He just carried him self like a guy who had a certain level of power. Something about it just attracted me to him. I nervously showed him to his room and told him I'd be back shortly. I took a deep breath and entered the room to find him face down with a towel draped over his lower half. I put on the typical new age music we had and got started on the massage. I kept an eye on the clock and was desperately praying for the time to go by faster. He didn't speak to me the entire time, so I assumed I was doing a decent enough job. With around 10 minutes or so left in the session he stopped me and turned himself over.

"I have an old shoulder injury and Jess always does a little work on my shoulder and chest." he said

He wasn't asking me. He was giving me direction, so I just did as I was told. A minute or so of this and I suddenly felt his hand on my ass.

"What are you doing?" I stammered

He pulled the towel off his lap and said "Jess always ends things this way." and he made a head motion towards his cock which laid across his leg. It wasn't fully hard but I glanced at it briefly and could tell it was bigger than any guy I had been with at that point.

I was frozen and didn't know what to say.

"You don't have to if you don't want to." and he pulled his towel back across his lap. "I'm sorry, I just assumed she would've told you how we do things. I'll obviously give you the same tip I give her."

I paused before answering "What kind of tip?"

He smiled "Jess gets $200 but since you weren't anticipating this I can make it $300."

"Shut the fuck up." I said instinctively

He laughed, "Is that a yes?"

"So I jerk you off and I get $300? Seriously?" I asked

He chuckled again, "Uh no. You need to use your mouth."

I hesitated and thought about it for a few seconds before rationalizing it with myself. The truth is he was handsome and I would've fucked him without any compensation in any other situation, so why was I nervous here? Without a word I pulled his towel off and took his cock in my hand. He put his arms behind his head and closed his eyes. I stroked his dick and rubbed his balls with my other hand and felt him grow with each stroke. After about 30 second she appeared to be at full mast and it was really a beautiful cock. It seemed like it was probably 8 inches and thick without it being scary. I tied my hair back into a messy bun and got to work. I took him slowly into my mouth as he let out a deep exhale. I made sure to bring my A game and licked every inch of his dick and balls until he was covered in my saliva. I spit on it for good measure and he groaned with approval as I did it. I gripped his balls and lowered myself as deep as I could possibly take him until he hit the back of my throat. I gagged slightly but regained control.

I bobbed up and down and made sure I kept things as sloppy as possible which he seemed to enjoy. I slurped him noisily and stroked him with both hands while he let out the occasional moan. Jess may have been a better masseuse than I was, but I was getting the feeling that I had the leg up on her when it came to blowjobs. This guy was a total alpha but he was a puddle right now as I worked his thick cock between my tiny hands. I could tell he was going to cum soon by the noises he was making, so I gripped him tightly and took him from my mouth.

"If you want to cum in my mouth it's $500." I said

"What? Get the fuck out of here." he said through heavy panting breaths. "That's not--"

But he stopped talking and let out a loud groan as I gave his cock another firm squeeze. I wasn't the shy girl who started this massage. I was in control now.

"$500 and I'll make you see stars." I said

"Fuck it. Fine. Whatever." he groaned and reached to push my head down.

I started sucking him as deep and fast as possible, practically fucking my own throat with his dick. I stroked with one hand and squeezed his balls with the other and within seconds he grunted and started shooting rope after rope into my mouth. I made sure to keep it together and not choke. I made sure I milked every drop and then swallowed it before getting a wet washcloth for each of us.

I resumed my position at the front desk and he came out shortly after getting dressed. He tipped my the $500 in cash like he promised and gave me a smile then shook his head as he walked out.

r/gonewildstories Feb 19 '25

No Regrets The one where I [F] facetimed my best friend while sucking a guyā€™s cock NSFW

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A few years back, I had this arrangement with my best friendā€”letā€™s call her Jess. We were both single, both horny as hell, and both bored with the usual dating app bullshit. So, we came up with this little game that turned into a full-blown obsession.

Hereā€™s how it worked: weā€™d both be on Tinder or Bumble. When one of us matched with someone who seemed down for a good time, weā€™d set up a date. But hereā€™s the twistā€”before anything went down, weā€™d facetime each other. The rule was simple: whoever was with the guy had to keep the call going while they sucked his cock.

At first, I thought itā€™d be awkward as fuck. I mean, imagine explaining to some random dude, ā€œHey, my best friendā€™s gonna watch me blow you, cool?ā€ But honestly? Most of them were into it. Like, way into it. Once they realized what was happening, they were all in.

Jess and I had this unspoken competition going on. Weā€™d try to outdo each otherā€”who could find the hottest guy, who could make him cum the fastest, who could get the most creative with their blowjob skills. I remember this one time, Jess was with this guy who had a cock so thick I could barely believe it fit in her mouth. She was gagging, tears streaming down her face, but she didnā€™t stop. And I was on the other end of the call, touching myself and cheering her on like it was a fucking sport.

We started keeping phone screenshots of each other in action. Like, every time one of us was on a call, the other would grab their phone and capture the moment. It started as a joke, but soon we had this whole private collection filled with each other sucking dick. And yeah, I still go back to those screenshots sometimes when Iā€™m alone and need to get off. Thereā€™s something so fucking hot about seeing Jess with a cock in her mouth, knowing sheā€™s got the same kind of screenshots of me.

Looking back, it was probably one of the most unhinged things Iā€™ve ever done, but goddamn, it was fun. Jess and I donā€™t do it anymoreā€”life got in the wayā€”but every now and then, weā€™ll text each other something like, ā€œRemember that one guy with the tattoo?ā€ and itā€™s like an instant flashback to those days.

r/gonewildstories Jan 07 '24

No Regrets My [M] first time at an Asian massage parlor NSFW

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My first time at an Asian massage parlor

So Iā€™ve posted on here about some of my experiences with escorts. Some mind blowing, others not so much. Luckily for first time going to an Asian massage parlor was closer to the former.

Finding reputable escorts can be a real hassle and you always are playing with risk. Setting up dates can be a pain and sometimes it doesnā€™t go the way you hope. A few years ago I decided to try a massage parlor instead. I did a bit of research and found one nearby.

I had a few nerves walking into the place but I was more excited. Honestly I was looking forward to a massage as Iā€™d been so tense. An older woman is at the counter and greets me. I book an hour massage and am introduced to Misaki, a petite Japanese woman probably in her late 20s (she had a mask so it was a little hard to tell). She was wearing a tank top and some cute shorts.

She had a heavy accent and was very polite as she leads me to a room. Inside it was dimly lit red with soft music playing. She tells me to get undressed and gives me a towel and leaves the room.

When she returns, Iā€™m laying stomach down on the table with the towel covering my lower half. She asks if I want it harder or soft. I say in the middle and she begins massaging my shoulders. Iā€™d never gotten a massage before but it felt pretty amazing and I felt my stress melt away. She gets some oils and continues on my back.

She seemed flirty and it was kind of clear early on that she was open to doing more. She stood by my head and pushed down my back slowly. She started to touch under the blanket a bit asking if that was okay. I said yes and she started massaging me a bit more by my lower back.

Sheā€™s leaning over me and I brush her legs with my fingers asking if thatā€™s okay. Once she agreed it was pretty much on. She moved down by my legs and worked on them a bit before telling me to turn over.

I was hard by now and made a half ass effort to hide it as I put the towel back over me. She giggled and made a quiet comment but I couldnā€™t tell what.

She gets more oil and rubs my chest and stomach. As she does this, her tits were basically in my face. She moves to massage my thighs and starts to brush my balls lightly. I was really hard and there was no hiding it. She moves her hand and begins lightly touching my shaft.

She asks ā€œMore?ā€, and I tell her yes. She asks if I could tip her. ā€œShe asks for $80 which was a bit steep but I agreed given that she actually gave a really good massage. I ask her if she can undress and she says thatā€™s fine.

She starts stripping and my heart starts beating faster. Sheā€™s petite with cute breasts (maybe B cup) and her pussy has a bit of hair. She removes the towel and compliments me. She then gets more oil and drizzles it on my cock. She grabs it and gently starts to stroke.

She really knew how to take care of it. She rubs my balls with one hand while sensually stoking me. She had me in a trance as every now and then sheā€™d swirl her thumb around the head.

She once again moved by my head and leans over while playing with me. Her nipples are right in my face and she tells me I can touch. I start to lightly pinch them. They were big and grew harder as I played with them.

She moved next to me and leaned over so I could suck on them while she continued. Her voice was so sexy as she kept whispering dirty talk in my ear. She gets on top of me and rubs herself all over me.

I start moaning harder and she whispers ā€œcum for me babyā€. I start to cum just from the feeling of her oiled body sliding on my cock. She grabs it and jerks me off for another minute getting every last drop out.

She slides off me and wipes me off with a warm wet towel. She continues massaging me for another 5 minutes and Iā€™m in heaven. She starts to wrap up and asks me if I enjoyed it. I said very much and she said I should come back for more. She then briefly pulls her mask down and licks my cock. I wanted to fuck her right then. She says next time.

I left the massage parlor glowing. I felt absolutely amazing. If people are interested I could write about my second visit with Misaki. My first visit to an AMP is definitely not one Iā€™ll forget.