r/gonewildstories

this was awhile ago but i was at my guy friend’s place chilling and watching netflix. he went to the bathroom and left his phone on the couch. it lit up with a notification, and because i’m nosy i glanced over. when i tapped it, his photos album popped up and i saw a LOT OF HIS NAKED THIRST TRAP PICS.. and guys..

holy shit… his dick is massive. thick, long, actually pretty, and way bigger than i ever imagined.

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i sat there staring way too long, my face burning and my pussy getting wet instantly. i quickly locked the phone, but the image was burned into my brain. for the rest of the night i couldn’t stop thinking about it. every time i looked at him i was imagining that monster cock stretching me out.

a few days later i invited him over to “watch a movie.” we were barely ten minutes in when i couldn’t take it anymore. i turned to him and said, “can i be honest? i saw the nudes on your phone when you left it out… and your dick is huge. can i see it?”

he froze, then laughed nervously, but i could already see him getting hard in his sweats. i climbed onto his lap, kissed him, and whispered “i really want to fuck you.” he kissed me back hard, hands grabbing my ass, and things escalated fast.

we moved to the couch. i pulled his sweats down and there it was in real life... even thicker than the pictures. i stroked it with both hands, then dropped down and sucked him as best as i could, barely able to take half. he was groaning and telling me how good my mouth felt. after a few minutes he pulled me up, laid me on my back, and pushed inside me slow.

the stretch was insane. he felt so fucking big, filling me up completely. he fucked me deep and steady, holding my legs open while i moaned like crazy. i came so hard the first time my legs were shaking. he didn’t stop.... he kept going until i came again, even harder. when he finally pulled out he came all over my stomach and tits,

If you haven’t already read Part 1 last week, here’s the link below.

https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/1sbm9ls/fm_with_one_condition_i_gave_a_friend_free_use_of/

Caught up? Great. I have MUCH more to share. I was a horny cummy mess. Alex too. Things ramped up.

“You mentioned the walk-in shower?” I quizzed.

Time was ticking. We were now into the second 2hrs. I’ll admit, the shape of his cock was fucking divine. You know a niceeee, thick dick you unpack. I was beyond lucky. A fucking handful that I was curious as to where it’d end up..

“You also said about tricks up your sleeve?” Alex asked intently.

Taking me by the hand, I was walked towards the shower. Whispering, “get on your fucking knees” got me seriously wet, and paired with the slight playful hair pull, it took my breath away.

I started to suck his dick again, looking up at him, focussing on eye contact being a must. I kissed the head.

“Tell me if you can take it up there.” Alex grinned.

I took a second and gulped.

Rushing towards my drawer, I picked it up. The ideal item that’d cater for this… Spontaneous entry.

Spoiler: I half anticipated that I’d be doing this with him. I did some prep, ya know, in good girl fashion.

“I know I’m not small. I’ll go gentle, but you’re going to bend over and spread them.” Alex directed.

I handed him the lube. Not any type, specifically… Ann Summers’ Anal Lube.

I placed my hands on the rail in the shower. Looking back, I gave him the most submissively desperate face I could. I was so damn horny it was unbelievable.

Spreading my cheek with my spare hand, I felt the cooling sensation of anal lube. Alex’s thumb massaged it in.

Sliding in gently, initially, I backed it up and took about half of it fairly quickly after the spongy head had entered. 30 seconds in, here I was, taking half. I felt proud.

“It’s so fucking tight.” I gushed. My body was warming up and I felt an erotic tingle down my spine. This was pure fucking euphoria. The GIVING-type feeling that I got off on.

“You’re throbbing hard.” I complimented him.

The fucking began properly and I was moaning heavily. I was told to cover my mouth, so I did. I wasn’t about to start disobeying.

It took probably 2 minutes or so, and in record time, I had his whole meaty cock right up my ass.

A horny line of, “this is what you fucking squat for, isn’t it? You want this attention. You want this up your ass.” All I could do was nod.

Pushing back best I could, I let my cheeks thud against his torso. I looked back, the visuals of his body and the fact that I coordinated my fingers towards my clit meant that I would cum soon after.

I bent over, nearly touching my toes, and that angle worked brilliantly. Alex’s thrusting was strong and we’d been going for some time now.

“You’re not making this easy, holding my cum.” Alex was starting to show vulnerability.

“It’s your choice where you cum.” I reminded him.

Several minutes later, he pulled my hair again and I started to cum, with a remarkable hands free orgasm. JUST penetration, not even in my pussy. I was in heaven.

My body shook. His did, and it set him off, and he started to pump me full. Literally throbbing… I couldn’t do anything but enjoy the moment.

The orgasms lasted a LONG time. Alex, ever so slowly pulling out, pulled the warm shower head towards us. We faced each other and he kissed me, while we cleaned each other off.

I took a few minutes extra and told him I’d see him in the bedroom.

I checked my watch on the side of the bedside table. By the time we’d freshend up in the shower, we had 30 minutes left. Time had flown.

Alex, laid out, semi hard, was playing with himself.

The recharge time for us both was ridiculously fast.

“I’ll play with myself. You’ll take your tongue down there.” He outlined.

Good, I love to kiss a nice, full pair of balls.

“A rimjob was always on my bucket list.” He laughed.

I felt really fucking slutty now. These were usually reserved for a solid, long-term boyfriend. I’m admittedly no stranger to raising a guy’s legs and getting my tongue going. It compliments a blowjob or handy VERY well.

I did just that.

I buried my face in there. I tongued around the outside of his asshole. It drove him WILD. You should’ve heard the horny gushings he was coming out with. All kinds of barely audible dirty talk. I was immersed.

Alex used his hands to play with it. It took us around 20 minutes, given he’d already given me plenty of cum.

Now, his chest was covered. I joked we needed to freshen up again.

I could now count the number of remaining minutes on two hands.

“You’re going to miss this ass and my capable mouth, aren’t you?” I smiled.

“I’m exhausted and totally satisfied beyond belief. You realise if you need any more work doing, I’ll be your man.” Alex giggled.

“And I’ll know how to arrange it. Free use could be my thing.” I replied wittily.

For those last few minutes, it was a case of spooning and while cuddling, he cupped my tits and squeezed my cheeks.

As we counted down a minute, he asked if he could take a picture or two of me. Hurrying as quickly as possible, I said he should’ve asked a few hours ago.

Alex, getting his clothes on, left soon after, with one good quality booty picture and seriously drained balls.

I, could enjoy the slutty free use feeling that I want to recreate some time, AND, a beautiful home office.

Walking in for the first day of my photography class in college, I scoped out the empty seats and picked one next to a cute brunette (my ultimate weakness), named Lisa. Lisa was around 5’6” and athletic…she played soccer at our university and was dressed comfortably…sweats and slides. Still, she was buxom in a way that was to scale with her size, which was evident after she took off her hoodie.

I introduced myself to Lisa and struck up a conversation right away before class started. After a short intro from our professor we were on our own to explore the darkroom, camera equipment and general layout of the photo lab to familiarize ourselves with where things were. Lisa and I kept our conversation going and became fast friends joking around and finding what interests we had in common.

After the class ended I began walking to my car as I was a commuter and had finished my classes for the day. Lisa and I kept talking as we happened to be walking the same direction and she told me she lived on campus. I didn’t have any plans, so I asked her if she wanted to keep hanging out and she agreed and suggested going to her dorm. I honestly had no expectation of anything sexual to happen since we’d just met.

Her dorm was modest with a desk built into the wall that had one chair, a tall dresser to hang clothes and a bed. With no other furniture, the only place we could both sit together was on her bed. She told me to make myself comfortable and disappeared into the bathroom. I kicked off my shoes and grabbed a body pillow she had, laid down and started scrolling through my phone. When she came out she had changed into shorts that weren’t incredibly short but showed plenty of leg and a university t-shirt. “You sure made yourself comfortable!” she teased. “Hey, just following your lead from the looks of it!” I said.

She put a movie on and came to get on the bed too. I scooched over to give her room and realized she had a twin-sized bed so it was tiny. Her bed was in the corner of the room that had concrete walls on two sides of the bed. I propped my pillow in the very corner and started watching the movie. She started out laying close to me but not snuggling or anything. There just wasn’t much room for two people. She asked if she could lay a little closer and I said that was fine. It was nothing too forward, she just laid her head on my shoulder near where it met my chest.

Eventually she put her leg on top of mine. I kept watching the movie not thinking much of it. She started tracing her finger around my chest in small circles, almost absentmindedly. I started to do the same on her arm and we lay there going on for a few moments. Eventually I took a small gamble, because I felt like there might be something there, and gave her a small kiss on the forehead. She looked up at me and my heart was pounding, in fact that’s what she commented on, “I can feel your heartbeat.” I said, “oh yeah?” and she nodded and smiled. I took another gamble and gave her a soft kiss on the lips, then another.

I could feel her smile curve up against my lips as things began to heat up. She stuck her tongue in mouth and we were fully facing each other at this point trying to touch every place on the other’s body as if our lives depended on it. Eventually there was a break and we both laughed, but didn’t say anything at all…laughing had started to sort of become our language. We softly began to kiss again and she moved her hand down my stomach and rested it on top of my crotch. She asked if it was ok and I nodded.

She started to rub my already semi-hard cock above my shorts. I moved down and grabbed her tit closest to me on that side. I looked at her and she nodded to tell me it was ok. We kept making out there a bit longer until she sat up and took off her shirt, leaving her only in a sports bra. I took off my shirt and we continued. I reached under her bra and felt her nipple between my middle and first finger. I could tell by the sound she made that she was surprised. Before I said anything she took off her bra, exposing her perky tits with nipples already at full attention. My semi at this point was at full mast and she began to work my cock still through my shorts.

I moved down and began sucking on her nipples. First one side, then the other while rolling the free nipple with one hand as I kneaded the other while I sucked it. She made a sound of pleasure that made my cock throb. She pulled away as she kissed me and sat up on the bed. She moved down and slid the tops of her fingers into the waist of my shorts. My breath caught. She pulled down my shorts and underwear as my cock sprang free. She looked at me and smiled in a sort of sheepish way as if she didn’t expect my cock to pop out as she pulled off my clothes and she was doing something wrong.

I stared at her as she moved towards my cock and started stroking it with the softest touch you could imagine. She licked my head slowly then made achingly small swirls around the tip as she kept the soft stroke going. I immediately began thinking about baseball, my upcoming car maintenance, anything to make sure I didn’t erupt immediately. I kicked that into overdrive as she took me fully in her mouth. Moving down with her lips and pulling up ever so gently as she held the base of my cock. She pulled me out of her mouth and licked me base to tip, tip to base over and over.

I sat up and started kissing her, with the taste of myself still in her mouth. I moved her to the spot I’d just been in, put the tips of my fingers in the waist of her shorts and looked at her as I slowly pulled them down along with her panties. Seeing her pussy was a religious experience. I needed her. I needed to put my mouth on her. She opened her legs wide, but wouldn’t meet my eyes, as if she was being bashful. I stared at her and told her to look at me. Our eyes met. I stuck my tongue in at her entrance and heard her take in a sharp breath. I fucked her with my tongue and licked up and down her flower petal lips as she stifled any sounds she was trying to make. I found that all-sensitive bud and lightly flicked at it with my tongue. Her legs closed around my head and she grabbed my hair instinctively. She squeaked out an apology. The next few minutes I worked her clit while finger fucking her pussy until she was writhing in ecstasy. I felt like she was fucking my face with how hard she was pulling me into her pussy by my hair. She shook violently as she pulsated in orgasm with my face buried in her. She choked out a moan while her climax was waxing and waning.

I climbed up toward her and sat up while she stayed laying down. I rubbed myself at her entrance and slapped her mound with my cock. I plunged into her with my entire length. A shrill peep escaped her as the penetration took her by surprise. As I found my groove, she wrapped her legs around me and I pumped deeper and deeper into her. I soon pulled her up and she sat in my lap with me still inside of her. We fucked while sitting up, face to face, as I sucked one tit then the other for a few long moments that had my cock throbbing. She was tight…one of the tightest I’ve ever felt and so wet that my cock squelched as I exited and entered her sex in a slowly agonizing cadence. She whispered in my ear saying not to cum inside her as my speed slowed.

She hopped off and pushed me as if to say lay back into the pillows in the corner of the bed. She looked into my eyes. I nodded and laid back. She began teasing the head of my cock with her tongue again. Licking up and down my shaft and swirling around the tip in between licks. She looked straight into my slit as if trying to meet its gaze eye to eye. She tongued into that tight hole at the tip of my cock as she pumped me with one hand and fondled my balls with the other. As she continued to pump me she moved down and licked my nutsack lightly, from one ball to the other. Before I knew it she had my entire sack on her mouth as she tongued from one to the other in a figure eight pattern.

I could feel myself getting closer and I let her know I was about to cum. She nodded and went back to my head, licking left and right while fondling my balls. When I came I curled my toes so hard I thought I’d break them. The cum came out in pulsating waves that lasted about 10 seconds and all the while she never stopped licking my slit. I came on her, the bed, the pillow…nothing near was safe from my spend. We’d already laughed together so much—that’s exactly what we did after I came. We laid there wrapped up like spiders until about midnight when the girls' dorm had a rule about no boys being allowed in there after then. We cleaned up, got dressed and she walked me to the exit where we shared one more awkward laugh as I left.

That was how the first time went! It was one of the most mind-blowing experiences I’ve had in my life. One funny thing that happened in our next photo class was that I’d forgotten my hat in her dorm and she brought it to me which brought on some knowing looks from our classmates. We fucked on and off that semester until she started dating a guy that’s now her husband. It was unforgettable and I still think about it when I’m going to sleep at night.

Well, one thing is for certain. At this point I could no longer say "I don't cheat." Any semblance of that was washed away with the moans as Alice came down from her second orgasm. If you're wondering how I got here then it's your own fault for not reading part one and two.

Me, 6'2" cauasian, with short dirty blond hair combed over in that generic white guy hair style, 175 pounds that I work hard to keep in shape, I've been told I look like Mathew Gray Gubler's younger, less attractive, about-as-awkward-as-criminal-minds-ass brother. With a slightly above average dick, that's decently above average thick.

Her, Alice, 5'8" hispanic, and while she was active and healthy she had more of a 'normal' body type. Long dark brown curly hair, and beautiful brown eyes that always made me think of Cleopatra. She was as elegant as a queen to me, and my childhood crush who grew into a D set of titties and an ass-tronaught. (It was and is out of this world.)

Somewhere else, my girlfriend was probably in bed, watching a movie, blissfully unaware of the my blissful pretending she didn't exist.

As Alice came down from her second orgasm that night I flipped her over, lifting her ass up, kneading it with my hands enjoying being able to touch what I had dreamed about for years. Some of you might be wondering, Jay, you haven't mentioned a condom, weren't you worried about pregnancy? Remember how I said she was my best friend and we talked about everything? That included her telling me about her shitty experience getting an IUD, which was accompanied with a rant about how the healthcare system hates women. (Honestly, why the fuck is anesthesia not an option for that? Someone make it make sense.) I grinned as I brought my hips into hers eliciting another moan as my raw cock filled her wet willing pussy and continued pounding away. Doggy isn't my favorite position, but there's something so satisfying and powerful feeling about it, and it treats my dick right. She moaned again bringing me back to the moment as I continued to fuck her, the tempo of our skin creating a "clap clap clap" that I'm sure the neighbors could hear. I didn't care. Let them hear. Tonight I was cheating on my girlfriend, I was fucking my best friend and childhood crush, tomorrow would come with tomorrows problems, but for tonight I was going to fuck like a man with no regrets.

After a couple more minutes of that she asked if we could switch position, and doggy is tiring, so I sat back down on the couch and she climbed on top of me. Looking me in the eye, as I felt her sink down, down, til she was in my lap, and I was in her. She wrapped her arms around my neck and I saw a spark in her eye that I hadn't seen that week. Maybe it was happiness? Maybe hope? I couldn't examine it for long as she leaned in and our tongues entwined. I reached a hand up to grab a boob while my other hand stroked her ass as she began riding me. Slow and steady, enjoying the closeness. After a couple minutes I felt her breathing begin to rise again. It matched her increased tempo as she started riding faster, and faster. There was a neediness as I felt her sliding up and down my cock. I felt myself building too. I had been performing well, and the alcohol did a great job of letting me last as long as I did but no man lasts forever. She changed the angle of her hips slightly so when she came down she could grind her clit against my pubic bone, and something about that angle did it. "Alice" I gasped out. "I'm going to cum."

She immediately hopped off my dick and got back on her knees in front of me, hand and mouth working in tandem to bring me over the edge as rope after rope covered the back of her throat, and then when the orgasm subsided she let my cock fall out of her mouth with a soft pop.

But I wasn't done. My dick was still semi hard, and I grabbed her hair and pulled her back to her duty, my cock re-entered her mouth as a laugh was cut off by cock and she continued to worship my erection, bringing life back to the fading member. I don't know how, but I never got past half chub before I was hard again. Hard and maybe a little bit angry. Angry at myself, angry at Alice for making me do this, but mostly angry at my girlfriend, for having the audacity to exist prevent me from enjoying this with reckless abandon. I grabbed handfuls of Alice's hair and began to pull her deeper, as she wrapped her arms around my waist to pull on herself deeper and started to slowly fuck her mouth. Gradually increasing the pressure, until I heard that tell-tale gag and I pulled her off. "Are you okay?" I asked. "Yes." She barely got out before she dove for my cock again. She couldn't fit me all the way, few can, but she made a valiant effort to take as much of me as far as she could.

Eventually I pulled her back up, licking the drool and spit off her chin before our mouths met again and I tasted the faint traces of herself and myself. I swear that's a natural aphrodisiac because if I wasn't ready before, I definitely was then. I laid her down on the couch, lined myself up between her legs, and began to penetrate her again. Her arms and legs wrapped around me, pulling me closer, pulling me further, egging me on as we started to build tempo again. When I felt ready, I backed up, before lifting her legs, bending them so that her ankles were on my shoulders as I pushed even deeper, and continued to fuck her. Every thrust bringing us closer and closer in every sense of the word. Her breathing began to rise again as her moans decorated the night like stars in the sky. I felt myself building as well, the alcohol finally deciding to hit me in a way I didn't want to, so I reached down with my thumb and began playing with her clit. Her noises encouraged me as I quickly centered on a light but firm circle, matching my tempo with my thrusts.

In, out, in, out, in, out, my thumb circling, I brought it up to my mouth to taste her juices, tangy a little sweet, fucking delicious, before sending it back down to finish the job. Her moans continued to build as I continued to build. "I'm not sure how much longer I can last." I let her know. "I'm almost there." she said grabbing her tits, pulling on her nipples, as I kept doing exactly what I was doing until her back arched, and I felt the tell tale spasms. "Fuuuuuuuuuck" she breathed as I held back for dear life. "Oh god, Alice I'm going to cum. Where do you want it?" I asked. "Inside me, please cum inside me." And that was enough. I groaned as I felt myself falling, catching myself before I accidentally crushed her (or gave a solid headbutt.) and I unleashed an even bigger orgasm than the first one. We held each other close for a while, her occasionally making little contented happy noises before I asked if she wanted to shower. She said yes, but she preferred to shower alone.

It was probably for the best, as a gentleman I of course replied 'ladies first' and hung out in the bathroom while she cleaned the sweat and sex off, and then traded places rinsing myself off, there was change in the air. Something had shifted and I don't know what. What mattered to me most though was that she was okay, and she was okay.

The next day the emotions and guilt hit me (which didn't prevent us from fucking again), as I tried to determine how to best end things with my partner. I believe that somethings can't be undone, and just like how you can't unfuck a pregnant woman (without a medical license) you can't un-cheat. I shoved those problems to the 'next week' bin and enjoyed all of the guilt-ridden sex with Alice that week. Before going home and breaking up with Morgan the week after. It still caused a massive emotional tear in my heart that sent me on a depression spiral for a few months. Alice did ask me to be her boyfriend and I said no, partly because who would want to date a cheater, partly because she didn't want me so much as she wanted her boyfriend, (dead) and to not be alone. I occasionally wonder if that was the right choice.

Alice and I remained friends (occasionally with benefits, occasionally without), and Morgan fell off into the recesses of history, I do hope she's doing well, that she got the therapy she needed, and that she finally found someone who didn't cheat on her. I am sorry that I couldn't break that streak. Alice has mentioned that week marked a turning point in her grief journey where she started finding ways to live again, and apologized for influencing me to make poor life choices. I don't regret that week with Alice, my only regret is not breaking up with Morgan sooner.

I’ve been meeting up with a group of three guys for the last couple of months, only ever as two of them and me but up until this week I hadn’t ever met any of them one to one. My favourite one of the guys (J) came round to my house on Wednesday night after he had quite a few messages on here of people asking for more details of our time together.

He messaged me during the day saying he wanted to come round and look through the messages together, then he said he was going to punish me for sending people to his messages. We’ve fucked quite a few times so I know he does like it rough but I was not expecting what happened at all. I want to say from now that he knows me well enough to know what is and isn’t okay!

As soon as I opened the door to let him in he grabbed me by the throat and slapped me. I’ve been spanked and that stuff before but this might be the first time I’ve ever been hit across the face like this, and surprisingly I didn’t know what to say! I was pushed up against the wall in the hallway and he pushed his hand into my trousers to finger me before we’d even shut the door. I live in a block of flats so thankfully no one in the flat opposite came out and saw me getting fingered by my front door!

We went to the bedroom and I went to get onto the bed but he pulled me back into him, spun me round and pushed me to my knees. He pulled his dick out and pushed it into my mouth, grabbing the back of my head to hold me still as he fucked my throat. I’ve always thought I was pretty good at not gagging but he was pulling my head in as he was thrusting, I was gagging and felt tears in my eyes. After a while he picked me back up, kissed me so deeply, grabbed my hips and turned me back to face the bed. He pulled my trousers down to my ankles, bent me over the bed and squatted down behind me so he could lick me out. I was already soaking wet and with his tongue and fingers I could feel him playing with my pussy and arse. He used one hand to open my arse and then I felt him licking me so I knew what was about to happen.

He stood up, slid his dick across my pussy a couple of times and then pushed in. I tried to get onto the bed to be in doggy but he held me off, still standing so my knees were pushed on the side of the bed. He fucked me like this for a few minutes until my legs started shaking and I just jumped forward onto the bed. I rolled onto my back and opened my legs, but as he got onto the bed he put my legs over his shoulders. He leant forward to kiss me again and I felt his dick against my back as I was folded over, then he pushed it up against my arse, and pushed in.

I’ve had him inside my arse before whilst I was being DP’d but this felt so different, I felt so full I was moaning and scratching his back whilst I could reach it, then he pinned my hands above my head and just went crazy. I was trying to fuck him back but the position had me pretty stuck so I just had to lay there and take it. After a while he dropped back, let my legs go on the bed and slid into my pussy again, making me play with my clit.

I must have cum so hard I don’t remember biting him but I did, he ended up having a cut on his lip from where I bit him. He came inside me like that, and we lay in bed for a while, he then told me to tell everyone to stop messaging and asking for pictures, so this is me saying that!

V was feeling comfortable, which was quite the amazing task.

Normal comfort for her usually involved clothes. But right now, most of her 5-foot-7 frame was exposed for a hundred perverts to see. She had on lingerie that didn’t even bother trying to cover her tits or ass. And there was the ink on her chest, proclaiming, “One grope per person.”

The only bit of clothing that was really keeping her secure now was a dog collar around her neck. Because holding onto her leash and guiding her around was me, a 6-foot-2 man with broad shoulders and a generally threatening aura. In dungeons, I preferred to wear a black button-down shirt and tie, with the sleeves rolled up to show off my forearms (because I’m aware how much women like looking at them).

It was Big Scary Dom Energy, and for now it was working against us.

We were quietly hoping that all hundred pervs in the dungeon would have taken a turn groping her, but with me right next to her, no one was eager to approach us.

For the kink friends that know me, they know this is hilarious. Most of the time, I’m a soft teddy bear of a guy, here to protect and help wherever I can. Sure, I can flip that switch and let that sadistic monster out. But that monster had been eating good with V’s body at my disposal, so I felt fine being patient and kind.

We walked over to the couch, and I had V sit on my lap. There was one other thing that she was wearing, and I wanted to test it out. Well, she was mostly wearing it INSIDE of her.

There was a remote control taped to her side, and if you followed the cord down her body, you could spot how it disappeared inside of her pussy.

I turned her on like a good little sex toy.

She gasped and her body shuddered for a moment, then she started to melt in my lap.

I was fairly certain she wasn’t going to cum from just a vibrator inside of her, even if it was coupled with the sensation of being nearly naked and looked at by everyone. She’d already cummed a couple times in the dungeon, too. It was just enough sensation to keep her in a fluid state of calm and horny.

From the couch, we got a good view of the demo tables. Fire was closest to us, with tickling to the side of him, and Electro play behind them.

And fire play is fantastic to watch.

The Top had a line of eager victims. He’d lay them out face-down on his table, then smeared a mixture of what I assumed to be soapy water and liquid fuel. The soapy water clung to the skin, and the fuel started to evaporate upwards.

Then he’d light his victim on fire, creating an amazing photo or two as the foot-tall flames started to lick the skin. He would play with each little fire, then efficiently smothered them out with more soapy water.

Each victim walked away with a reddened back that looked more like a sunburn than surviving a round of becoming human barbecue.

It looked pretty, but V decided that wasn’t for her.

The tickling, though… that tempted her.

I turned off her vibrator and introduced her to the guy running the tickling demo.

Full disclosure: I have tickling as a hard limit. I don’t like to be tickled in a sexual manner, and tickling someone as a Dom does absolutely nothing for me. It’s just boring. So getting a chance to let V experience tickling without me having to do any tickling? I was excited.

The tickler in question was incredibly respectful, which was mildly hilarious to me. I watched his eyes read the, “One grope per person,” his mouth moving as he read it, and his face lingering on her tits before explaining to her what was going to happen.

He started by putting her feet into a stockade at the end of his massage table, while going over the standard safewords. V looked almost bruised at the thought of using a safeword for just TICKLING, but she paid attention as she became trapped.

He looped rubber cords around her toes, forcing space between each of them and leaving her feet completely exposed. And then he started with his toys.

The feathers were his opener, and she immediately started squirming and laughing. Each brush sent a jolt through her body, and a smile on her face.

From there, he went with a modified electric toothbrush, softly vibrating against her. He added in some small pads, then moved on to those gloves you can use to groom a pet cat.

With each new toy, I was noticing that V’s body was acting more and more whorish. If I had my fingers inside of her pussy, I would be telling her to beg me for permission to cum.

Because she absolutely was on the edge of cumming, just from having her feet tickled.

He went with one last option, drizzling baby oil on her feet, massaging it between her toes.

V lost it. I had to push her down onto the table to keep her body in place, her hips quivering face washed out in lust. She was in a pure slut state of mind, cumming in the middle of a crowded room.

I let her calm down just a moment before looking her in the eye.

“Did you just cum from being tickled, you little slut?” I asked.

She giggled and nodded her head. This actually startled the tickler.

“Wait, really?” he asked.

Apparently, making someone cum from playing with their feet wasn’t super common, and it rarely happened on a first session. It was impressive to see.

She was only barely verbal and needed a slight break, so I helped her back over to the couch. We watched the fire for a bit more, then I turned her back on to her lowest setting. She glared at me, but knew that bratting any harder was going to get a higher setting, and she was fond of the idea of being able to still stand.

When she could sort-of walk and talk again, we went back over to the tickling booth to thank him with actual words. And then we noted that he should totally collect his one grope per person, considering he already made her cum.

He gave her one of the most polite, gentlemanly gropings of her tits that I had ever seen.

The crowds kept looking towards us, but not approaching. I had to downplay the Big Scary Dom Energy. I unhooked her leash, then walked her over to a cluster of perverts.

Each conversation started polite and gentlemanly. I introduced myself and V to the locals, let them know we were from out of town and that the dungeon was absolutely amazing. And also, would anyone like to grope my slut?

It almost always sparked the same questions, always directed at V, checking her consent, seeing what limits there were. And every time she let them know that yeah, there were no limits. Grab away.

Almost all of the gropers were men, and extremely polite with their hands. I kept trying to make myself seem as non-threatening as possible, but I was just naturally so much bigger than everyone else in the room.

There were a few older dudes that were more than happy to be creepy, letting their hands linger extra long on V’s body. She really enjoyed that.

The most intense groping of the night came from an aggressive lesbian, one of the few women to touch her that night. She started her grope at the shoulders, moving her hands in towards the breasts, then down her sides to the hips before clasping each ass cheek. She held V that way for a minute, body-to-body, feeling her against her, before letting her go with a sigh.

We did our best to move around the entire dungeon, catching as many patrons as possible. From time to time, we’d get stuck in a pleasant bit of small talk with a group of kinksters. It was fine. But the sadist in me truly enjoyed spicing up the conversation by cranking up V’s remote control, then watching her knees buckle.

Concerned looks would spring up on the kinksters’ faces, trying to figure out why V was collapsing like a marionette with cut strings. The concerns always faded quickly when they looked at the remote, saw the cord, and put 2 and 2 together with a dirty grin.

I had to tell them how hard it was to find an old-school corded remote control. I love playing with toys like a Lovense, but those need your phone out, and dungeons tend to be no-phone zones.

As the afternoon winded down, we took a break in the kitchen to enjoy the mountain of bagels, and also got in an electro play demo. She loved it, and I found out that electro play is in fact the devil, and I never want it touching me again (I’m a sadist, I don’t need masochism in my body).

Finally, we got her dressed back up and started to walk back to the hotel - with the vibrator still on. I could hear it humming in the elevator.

Back in the room, I was almost tempted to leave it inside of her. But I was feeling so hard, I wanted room for my cock, too.

I took my time with her pussy, with long, slow strokes, telling her what a dirty little slut she was. I had her think about that aggressive lesbian and those creepy old men - they absolutely were going to be thinking about her young, perky body that night, and probably the rest of the week.

She was a good little slut fucktoy, wanted by everyone in the room. But she was my slut, and that’s why I get to use her body to cum.