Daniinthewild - Dani In The Wild

I love hotels- I get to be a different version of myself for a little while

I was a healer.

I was gifted as a girl.

I laid hands upon the world.

Someone saw me sleeping, naked in the noon sun.

I heard witchcraft in the whispers, and I knew my time had come.

-The Highwomen

I got out of the shower to grab something and found him on the couch furiously jerking off. I was confused because I didn’t understand why he wouldn’t just fuck me or use my mouth until I saw what he was jerking off to.

He had my best friend’s Instagram open and he was looking at a photo of her in a tight dress while beating his cock so hard to try to finish before I got out of the shower.

I got back in the shower and let him finish without knowing I saw.

When I came out he was sitting on the couch like nothing ever happened and said, “hey babe”

I said “hi baby whatcha doin?”

He said he was just trying to think of what he wanted to do today.

So I said, “well some of the girls are going to brunch. We could join if you wouldn’t hate that.”

He said, “ahhh that sounds ok. Who’s going?”

I listed off some names including Maria, the girl he just made himself cum to.

He said, “well, I am hungry. Fine, let’s do it.”

When we got there, all the girls were dressed up and drinking. We sat down across from a few girls and Maria was next to them.

I saw my boyfriend look at her tits, which I wouldn’t have thought twice about before but now I knew where it was coming from.

He made a joke and everyone laughed and he looked directly at her to check if she was laughing.

I was getting jealous and didn’t really know what to make of this because he clearly liked her.

Brunch ended and one of the girls was opening up to me about something serious so we were at the end of the table having a private conversation when everyone started getting up to leave. Maria had ubered and asked if anyone could give her a ride when my boyfriend offered instantly to take her while I stayed and finished my conversation.

He said I’ll just swing back around and get you after baby.

I said ok. There wasn’t really anything I could do or say to stop it and watched them walk out together. Her ass was annoyingly big and perfect, totally his type.

They went to the car and I got really nervous while my friend was telling me about her problems and I could barely focus on what she was saying.

10 mins later I got a text from my boyfriend saying, “hey babe, Maria needs a few things hung in her apartment and I offered to help out if that’s cool. If you want to go back with Sandra I’ll just meet up with you after.”

My heart sunk at the thought of them alone in her apartment together.

I gathered myself and texted back, “okay babe text me when you’re done.”

He didn’t respond and Sandra offered to drop me at home since I lived close.

An hour had gone by since my boyfriend’s last text when I walked into our apartment. I couldn’t shake the feeling inside that I was being betrayed in some way but I didn’t want to blow it out of proportion and freak out on him if nothing was happening.

I laid in bed and tried to distract myself but I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Him, jerking off to her pictures and being alone with her in her home. It made me so, so jealous and my heart rate was racing.

I thought about what might be happening over there and opened up her Instagram to get a better idea from a man’s perspective.

Fuck. She was hot. She had a naturally pretty face with a sexy tight body and a natural perfect huge ass. I knew this was his type and it was always what he had gone for before me.

As I came across the photo I saw him getting off to, I felt my adrenaline shoot up and my jealousy consume me and I realized my pussy was dripping wet.

I reached my hand down to touch and I was soaked. Fuck. Why?

I didn’t know but it felt so good and right to touch looking at her picture that my boyfriend had gotten off to.

Of course he would like her. He should like her. She was his type and I knew he was probably aching to get his hands on a nice fat ass.

I started rubbing myself thinking about them together and scrolled through her Instagram.

I looked at all the ways she was better than me as I fucked my pussy with my fingers, legs spread on the bed.

It wasn’t until an hour and a half later of rubbing and fantasy that I realized the time and that he still hadn’t texted me.

It was 6pm and he was still with her.

There was no way something hadn’t happened right?? I mean, he wanted her.

I was getting cheated on. I had to accept that. I was getting cheated on by my boyfriend with my friend.

I didn’t want to leave him but I didn’t know what to do. I was confusingly wet and my pussy was throbbing and begging for me to continue touching it.

I gave in and started rubbing again thinking of him holding her and kissing her.

I came after awhile and was so exhausted I fell asleep.

When I woke up an hour later he still wasn’t back.

I got my phone and there was nothing.

I typed out, “where are you?”

He responded 5 minutes later, “hey babe I’m sorry. I was doing some stuff for her and my phone died and we got hungry so we got some food. I’m coming home now. I’ll see you in a moment.”

I waited for him on the bed my mind racing when he walked in the door.

He kissed me hello and immediately went to the bathroom to take a shower.

When he got back in bed I was fake asleep. I didn’t know what to say or do so I just decided to do nothing.

He got in bed next to me and opened his phone. I could see his screen as he opened up a text and typed in, “Maria”

He typed, “fuck. I can’t stop thinking about you. That was amazing. Can I see you again tomorrow?”

My heart sank and my pussy got soaked as she responded, “yes xx how about tomorrow night?”

He said, “perfect. Can’t wait. Goodnight, sexy.”

She sent a video of her blowing him a slow kiss in a bra.

He played it and grabbed his cock and started slowly jerking it while he looked over at me to make sure I was sleeping.

Then he opened her Instagram again and scrolled while stroking his cock, making himself cum.

I couldn’t explain why my pussy was soaked at the thought of them meeting again the next night but I decided I wouldn’t confront him about it.

I’d just let him fuck her and rub myself raw at home pretending I didn’t know what was going on for as long as I could.

I went to bed soaking wet waiting for the next day so he could fuck her again.

Here it is, almost a year later, option B.

CW: anonymous sex, drunk sex, questionable consent.

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Spending a weekend letting strangers use my holes seemed like a great idea if it meant being able to pay my tuition. During sophomore year I had started stripping at a nearby club after all my scholarship applications had been rejected and I couldn’t afford my tuition, let alone food or rent. I had decided there wasn’t a lot I wouldn’t do for money. Now that I was here, however, I found I couldn’t calm my nerves.

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Two weeks ago one of the girls in my sorority had gotten a new job she couldn’t stop bragging about. She said she was a “Pleasure Assistant” at the Tom Cat Nightclub—which was a suspicious as hell job description, but nobody could deny the money she was raking in. We were all crazy curious. At first she deflected when asked about what the job actually entailed, but after a few tequila shots she spilled—her new night gig was being a human flesh light. She said there was a back room where the club provided services way beyond what we thought it did.

I can’t lie, at first I was a little freaked. I mean, what kind of job even was that, being nothing but a hole for men to fuck? Surely it was illegal?

In short, yeah it was. But the Tom Cat wasn’t really known as a reputable business, even for a rundown night club. Word was it was mafia front (or was it mob?). But despite that I couldn’t get the idea of it out of my mind. When I asked her how much she was making, I was sold. I asked her to put me in touch with her boss.

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Now I was here, secured into a contraption my sorority sister called “the cumdump”. It was a false wall with evenly spaced holes and two knee-high pillars on either side. At first I couldn’t fathom what it was for, but then my… coworkers entered the room and showed me.

I wasn’t sure I was a fan of the whole being completely naked and locked in place thing. I took a few shaky breaths. The straps kept me secure against the padded bench I was laying on and the false wall hugged me snugly around my waist, but neither impeded my breathing. There were walls on either side of me, but I could still hear my neighbors moaning and whining. Distantly, I think I heard one screaming. Over it all was the heavy thump of the bass, the club still raging beyond the back room. Every minute I lay there, gripping the bench with my legs spread wide and nothing to distract me, the beat seemed to invade my head.

I wasn’t sure how long I waited for something to happen. Not too long I think, but long enough that the first brush of a hand against my hip made me yelp. There was a chuckle, then two firm hands gripped my hips, rubbing at the soft skin there. Whoever was behind me spread my ass cheeks, and just the feel of my sticky pussy lips being peeled apart sent a tremor through my tense body.

They didn’t waste any time, and I’m sure any thought of my comfort never entered their head. I could tell they were drunk by the way they kept losing balance and shuffling their feet, breath heavy and uneven. The tip of their cock pressed past my inner labia and into my unstretched hole with one sloppy thrust and I couldn’t help the throaty whine that left me. It almost went unheard over my customer’s loud moan. Another thrust, another moan.

Their cock felt like a fucking battering ram forcing my pussy to stretch around it. I took deep breaths, trying to relax my muscles and ease the tight tension that kept my hands in fists around the edge of the bench. It was hard to breath though, when every too-hard-thrust forced a breathy moan out of my lungs. I was so glad I had the foresight to apply lube.

They stumbled again, pressing a good inch deeper inside my cunt. The angle changed and I heard their body thump against the wall as they likely leaned on it. When they next thrust stars flew across my vision and I moaned as they began to fuck me in earnest. They never pulled too far out, staying deep with short and fast movements. Each time their cock head slammed into my cervix, radiating discomfort and pleasure in equal measures.

The girth of them brought me almost to my breaking point. Their hips slammed into my ass with drunken enthusiasm for my slick hole. Every slide in and out forced my tight tunnel to stretch out more than I was comfortable with and I was (embarrassingly) loud about it, yells and moans leaving me without my choice.

With a gusty sigh I pressed my forehead into the bench and forced my muscles to relax into the rocking motion. As I uncurled my back and let go of the tension in my thighs their cock pressed deeper and deeper into me, rearranging my guts. They grunted and groaned above me, their voice echoing through the wood of the cumdump. As I relaxed I felt breathy moans and whimpers escape my lips, but I was helpless to stop them; my body and brain were solely centered around the cock slamming into my cervix with short, hard movements.

Their humping grew erratic, cock thrusting into me as deeply as possible in short, messy strokes. With a loud moan they gripped my hips and fucked against my cervix for a few short, firework-inducing strokes before cumming inside me.

They let their softening cock sit inside me as they catch their breath, hips still pressed tight to my ass. With the angle the cumpdump forces me into I can feel their thick semen draining into me. Then, with one last moan, they slide out of me with an embarrassingly wet sound. My breath comes shaky and I can feel my thighs trembling even though I didn’t cum. Within moments I’m alone again, waiting.

That wasn’t so bad, in all honesty. Fun, in the way that all sex is fun I supposed. I slowly uncurled my fingers from the edge of the bench. Then I feel hands on my hips and a clothed bulge bumping against my dripping pussy. They ground into me, the cold metal of the zipper pressing past my lower lips and giving me a jolt of arousal. With a sigh I relaxed my thighs and waited to go to work.

how bout u tend to ur unhealed trauma before u come at me like that