r/gonewildstories

I had heard a rumor on reddit that certain supplements can boost the amount of cum you produce. I can say for certain, that it is true and then some. 

I began dating this year for the first time in almost a decade and I decided fuck it, why not try something. I started taking sunflower lecithin and zinc daily, and after a week or two the effects were noticeable.

This worked out great for me in the dating world. I am really into cumming on my partners, and they have been more than happy to oblige. What they weren't expecting was how much cum I had to cover them with. Pump after pump, rope after rope, across their tits, asses, faces and anywhere they wanted.

They have told me they were surprised at how much, at first, but now they look forward to it.

If that sounds up your alley, go give it a shot, it's worth it I promise.

There was this small birthday thing for one of my friends and we all went out. I didn’t drink much but Jeremy this guy I’ve been lowkey talking to offered to drive me back to the dorms. When we got to the parking lot it was pretty late and most cars were already gone. We were just chatting and having a good time. Instead of dropping me off he parked in the back corner.

We were just continued talking at first then the everywhere became quiet, he looked at me for what felt like a minute but was probably two seconds and kissed me. It started as just a soft kiss but it quite got hotter really fast. I was already breathing heavy and I kept thinking “Wait, are you really doing this? You’re in a car just right outside the dorms.”

I’m saying this because it was just not a kiss, if it was I mean there’s nothing wrong with that cause a lot of people do that but it was more than that like his hand went under my top and I didn’t stop him. So I climbed over and sat on his lap in the driver seat. We were making out like that for a while and my skirt was rolled up, so I felt how hard he was as I was on top of him, I mean he was really hard.

I pulled back a little and looked at him and usually I have always said that I’m not the bold type but I said to him “can I…?” I couldn’t even say the full thing and he already nodded his head fast.

I climbed down into the passenger seat and he pushed it back a bit and he my hands were shaking when I unzipped his jeans. When I pulled him out he was so hard and warm at the same time I kept thinking “I can’t believe I’m doing this” the whole time.

But I still leaned over and took him in my mouth slowly and he groaned quietly and put his hand in my hair. I started moving my head up and down, trying to take more of him. Because I’m not super experienced so I was a bit nervous but the way he was breathing made me keep going. I used my hand on the part I couldn’t fit and sucked on the head, moving my tongue like I saw in videos.

He kept saying “fuckkkk” and “just like that” and it turned me on so much. I was literally dripping in my panties while blowing him in his car while every time a car passed by in the parking lot I would freeze for a second but and still suck him harder.

I went faster, taking him deeper, my eyes watering a little. He started pushing his hips up gently, fucking my mouth. I could tell he was getting close because his legs were really shaking and part of me wanted him to cum in my mouth but another part was scared.

Right when he said he was about to cum I pulled back and rubbed it off fast with my hand. He came all over my fingers and a little on my top. It was kinda messy and warm. After that, I sat there breathing hard, my lips feeling swollen while he also tried to calm down.

We cleaned up with some tissues and he kept saying how hot that was. I just kept laughing because I was embarrassed but also really proud of myself.

I still can’t believe I gave him a blowjob, literally anyone could have seen us, but that definitely makes it way way more hot. Please tell me if you have had similar experiences.

This isn't hypothetical by the way. I need ideas. I think the backstory is really hot but of course I would! Feel free to chime in without reading the story if you've got a good idea!

This all started a couple years back when my then-girlfriend (now-wife) asked me what I would want her to get a tattoo of. She’s had quite a few tattoos then and they have only accumulated over time. When was thinking of getting her next one and was curious about my opinion.

I told her that honestly… It’s less about what and more about where. I told her I would love it if she got a tattoo on her ass for me. She was a bit taken aback the first time but told me she thought it was a bit trashy and I mean yea - I’ve got bad taste. What can I say?

The topic would come up from time to time when she would ask me what I would like tattooed on her… and if I would pay for it. Many years later we eventually did reach a solution. I wanted a tattoo I could see during doggy. She thought she would look good with a back tattoo (spoiler: she does). I found the idea super hot so I paid for it a couple years ago. I’m not going to say what it is just for some level of privacy but it’s nothing too crazy - relatively simple design up the spine. Not inherently sexual to anyone else. But I know it’s for me.

Tonight a new development happened though.

We’ve reached an accord.

She’s getting an ass tattoo of my choice.

So what happened?

Well - she had just blown me and we were cuddling on the couch.

The topic of ass tattoos came up again.

We’d talked about it now and again over the years. I always told her I would love one on her ass but it’s entirely up to her. She knows I would find any ass tattoo hot. From something sexy to egg me on while I'm going at it, to something simple like a peach or even something stupid like Bart Simpson saying “Eat my shorts”. I mean it wouldn’t be my first choice but she’s the one who is going to have to deal with me laughing while I fuck her.

Anyways - we were talking about it again. This time she asked me directly if she got an ass tattoo for me would I pay for it. I could tell by her tone that it didn’t quite sound like she wanted one still but she was toying with the idea still years later. I told her that, hell, I’d pay her to get one.

I could tell she liked that.

She has a bit of a prostitution fetish. She loves trading sexual favors to me for money. Though most often the exchange is I go pick up Starbucks on Sunday and she blows me, but same idea really.

She asked me how much I would pay her if she got my initial tattooed on her ass.

I asked her how much she wanted.

She thought a bit and said… $100.

Meanwhile I was thinking what my cap was… $2000 seemed too much. No too much, $1000 would be the max. But if she was going to ask me I was gonna offer $50.

Yes she has me negotiate when we go make a big purchase, how could you tell?

I say deal and she immediately knows she could have asked for more. Oops. We start talking about the design and I say that I want my initial and a heart around it. She doesn’t necessarily like the heart but says she could get it next to my initials if I would like?

We go back and forth talking about ideas.

A part of me was feeling a little bad that she low balled herself so much given how much it was really worth to me.

The male chauvinist in me also wanted to completely control the process of marking my partner.

So I make a deal with the proverbial angel and devil on my shoulders.

“How about $500 and I completely control what you get?”

Let me tell you guys - she likes that idea.

She readily agrees and despite my just getting blown - I feel myself getting hard. She says she’s really wet. I push her over to go down on her. I start trying to aggressively coax an orgasm - licking hard on her clit just the way she likes almost immediately. She comes pretty quickly - a couple times after as well.

She gets into doggy and I fuck her hard into the couch for a couple minutes. It wasn't even necessarily about pleasure for me, I just needed to fuck her. Let her know who she belonged to.

To the question though… what should I get tattooed on her? I’ve got bad taste but it’s not terrible. I don’t want it to be embarrassing. I want it to be hot and I want it to be for me.

So if you guys could tattoo your partner on their ass, what would you get?

I’m still considering our first thought about the tattoo - my initial. I like that as a baseline but I want a little more I think too. As I thought more about the heart I was thinking it might look like a queen of spades tattoo a little bit which is maybe a bit awkward considering I am not black but I don’t know. Comment ideas please! I’m open to suggestions :)

Okay, so men who adore burying their head between a woman’s legs and not coming up until the job’s done, hey, you may understand this.

A guy friend of mine, we’ve known each other a long time, he’s officially hit a drought of 6 months. The thing he misses the most, apparently, is giving head.

In the car on the way to go shopping and to meet with other friends, he was outright with it.

“I’ve clearly found you on a very horny day.” I grinned.

That’s when my pussy started streaming wet. He went into detail about going without and how he’s not even bothered about a BJ in return.

My response was, “if a guy went down on me, he’s getting his dick swallowed. He’s likely getting his cum swallowed too.”

I could see the horny cogs working in his sex crazed brain. The conversation carried on. He went into the scent, the taste, the arching of hips when you get them close.

We then got out of the car. I was SO wet and feeling kinda needy for a hard working tongue.

So I kept that thought handy.

Knowing I’d see him a week later, 3 of us were scheduled to go to the gym. We didn’t pick up the third person on the way there, so I hatched a plan.

It was ultra spontaneous. I got the conversation onto sex again and for that 20 minute car ride I became wetter and wetter. My maroon Calvin Klein thong was fucking foaming with pre cum.

My heart raced and after I said, “you never know, you might eat pussy tonight. Train hard for it like it’s depending on it.”

The response, “there’s nothing like 69 with a pussy grinding on you into your nose and lips. Even with a panty kink, I’d close my eyes and think of that.”

Waiiiiiit a minute. I asked for more info. Again, getting really fucking wet. Turns out he has sniffed an ex’s pair of panties.

The journey was coming to an end. I was faced with a decision as he got out first. Wearing a dress, it was pretty much made for this scenario. As he went to go and put money in the parking metre, I removed my gym trainers and took my thong off.

I placed it underneath the driver’s seat.

Quickly scurrying after him, there was no going back.

I went to get changed for the gym, now training purely with leggings and no panties.

After an hour long sesh, we got back to the car, didn’t talk sex, and he dropped me home.

The moment I got in, I panicked. Until I finally got things together and messaged, “check under your seat for your fix” with the pussy emoji.

It was read.

No response for an hour. A whole fucking hour.

“You literally fulfilled my kink.” Amongst a flood of other messages blew up my phone.

“I have an idea.” He messaged.

Apparently, it needs to be discussed in person when I see him tomorrow.

I have no idea what it’ll be and I’m really fucking excited, and now, you’re along for the journey with me.

So I've known Jake since freshman orientation. We were in the same orientation group and bonded over hating the icebreaker games they made us do. He is an average looking guy, like he’s not ugly but not model hot either. He has a bit of fluff on his belly/waist, but I always found that cute. He has brown hair, he’s a little soft around the middle and funny as hell. We've been friends for two years now, strictly platonic or at least I thought so until this beach trip.

It was me, Jake, my roommate Tara, her boyfriend Kyle and our friend Marcus. We drove out to this secluded spot Tara knew about, like an hour from campus. It was one of those hidden coves with rocks on both sides but not a real beach, more like a clearing by the lake. We had the whole place to ourselves.

We spread out blankets and cracked open some seltzers. It was hot as fuck like ninety degrees and I was wearing this yellow bikini that I knew looked good on me. Jake kept looking over and I would catch him and he would pretend he wasn't which made me laugh because I liked the attention.

"Someone's gonna get burned," Tara said, tossing me the sunscreen. "You didn't put any on yet."

"I was waiting for someone to do my back," I said giving her puppy eyes. "Please?"

Tara rolled her eyes but she climbed on my lap and started rubbing sunscreen on my shoulders. Her hands were warm and she was being thorough with it getting under my bikini straps and rubbing slow circles on my lower back. I made a moaning sound because it felt good and I heard Jake clear his throat from where he was sitting.

"Your turn," Tara said as she finishing up so she tossed the bottle to Jake and "Do her front side because I'm gonna swim."

She ran off with Kyle and Marcus followed leaving me and Jake alone on the blanket. I looked at him I said to him " Are you up for it?"

"For what?" he asked me

"Putting sunscreen on me, unless you are scared." I said it like it was nothing like I wasn't already feeling butterflies in my stomach.

He laughed… I know that nervous laugh that he does when he's uncomfortable and he says "I'm not scared Melly, come here."

I turned around to face him and pulled my hair over my shoulder. He squeezed sunscreen into his hands and started on my shoulders by rubbing it in. His hands were bigger than I expected, it was warm although it felt a little rough but he was being careful with it like he was afraid to touch me.

"You can go lower because my stomach needs it too" I said.

Then he moved down and started rubbing my stomach with his fingers brushing the edge of my bikini bottoms. I was watching his face and he was watching his hands with his tongue poking because he was trying to concentrate. I thought it was cute and I liked how nervous he was.

"Turn around, so I can get your back side he said to me.

So I turned and pulled my hair up and he started on my shoulders again and I felt his fingers trace all the way down to my spine slowly like and when he got to the hook of my bikini he suddenly paused. When I saw he suddenly stopped, I told him to keep going, then he unhooked it. I let the straps fall forward and I heard him breathe very hard. His hands started moving lower as he was rubbing sunscreen on my lower back then he was daring to go to my sides almost touching the sides of my breasts.

“You’re really soft,” he said it quietly so I looked over my shoulder at him and I told him “ you think so? You should feel the rest”

I said it as a joke but then as I was standing up to pull bikini top off completely and tossing it on the blanket, Jake’s eyes opened very wide and he looked around like as if someone might see but we were alone.

“Skinny dipping, who’s in?” I asked my friends

Tara came running from the water screaming “Fuck yes.. Come on!”

I looked at Jake and he was just still sitting there staring at my chest, so I asked him if he was coming and he told me that I was crazy . I pulled my bikini bottoms down and stepped out of them standing there completely naked under the sun in the afternoon. The air felt really amazing there so I ran towards the water and my boobs were bouncing everywhere when I dived in the water.

When I was in the water, I raised my head up to look at Jake and he pulled his shirt off with his shorts but as soon as I saw him hesitating, I called him a chicken and he told me “Fuck you,” then he pulled them down.

He was an average like, completely average or maybe even on the smaller side but I didn’t care in fact I liked it because it made him more real and more approachable and less intimidating. I couldn’t help myself so I found myself staring at it as he walked into the water with his dick swinging left and right.

He finally got to where I was and we were both in the water close enough that our legs kept brushing over each other under then Tara and the others later came out of the but we were there in our own bubble. He moved closer to me and said "Can I touch you?” he asked me in a very quiet way so that the others wouldn’t hear.

I didn’t answer him but I just took his hand and put it on my waist. His hand moved down grabbing my ass and I moved closer so I could feel him getting hard against my leg and I liked it because it felt like it would actually fit without hurting.

“You’re smaller than I expected,” I told him as a tease and I noticed that the reaction on him face changed for a second so I added and said “ but I like it because big ones hurt.”

We moved to a more secluded area, closer to the rocks.

He groaned all of a sudden and I don’t know what came over him, he pulled me close to him and stared kissing me. His hands were everywhere on me, my back, my ass, my tits. I also couldn’t hold it in anymore, so I reached down and wrapped my hand around his dick and I was rubbing it slowly. I was waiting for him to put his dick in me but he was not feeling confident and he felt a little reluctant to do so and I couldn’t hold it in anymore waiting for him to do. I felt like if he isn’t going to do it then I’m going to do it myself so I grab his dick out and put it in my pussy myself.

He didn’t expect it tho but seeing me doing it gave him the confidence he needed and he continued by himself from there.

“Fuck, Melly, I’ve wanted this for so long.” He said it to me as he was breathing uncontrollably

“Why didn’t you say something?”. I had to ask him and he told me “I thought you didn’t see me like that.”

I laughed and also told him “You’re an idiot.”

The waves kept splashing around us and I could hear Tara still being loud in the background but I didn’t give a fuck because I was just feeling Jake with his hands grabbing my tits and his dick moving in and out. It felt strange with all the salt water and it removing my wetness and my natural lube, which made him being on the smaller side all the better.

He said to me as he kept thrusting in and out “Fuck you feel good and your pussy is so fucking perfect.”

“Don’t stop because I want you to fuck me harder” I told him that as I was moaning

After he heard my moaning sounds he liked it and he kept going faster with his hips hitting my ass and I reached down to rub my clit. It didn’t take long until I came hard with my legs shaking as my pussy was squeezing him and he groaned and bit my shoulder to stay quiet.

“Shit I’m gonna come,” he told me and although he told me he was gonna come, I still told him to go ahead and do it because I didn’t care.

But he pulled out and I felt him shoot it on my lower back. He was panting and said “ Fuck, Holy shit”

We stayed like that for a minute or so to catch our breathing with his hands were still squeezing on my tits like they were stuck there.

I turn around and said to him, “ So do you wanna put sunscreen on me again later?”

He laughed “You’re gonna kill me.”

We later went back to meet the others like nothing happened but I couldn’t help but kept smiling at him all day and he kept blushing. I knew definitely that we would be doing that again

​

I've been going through some stuff and needed some relief and doing it myself wasn't helping. A FWB that I hadn't been with for awhile had a birthday. I was slow at work and decided to grab some flowers and give them to her during that break. I figured it would lay some ground work for a possible hook up.

When she answers the door you could tell she wasn't expecting anyone. Loose shirt and small shorts. No bra and you could tell. She doesn't have large breasts probably low c but I've never measured. She has a hand full and they are sensitive. She is also very thin and looked very confused. I pulled out the flowers and said happy birthday.

Hugs and a kiss and an invitation inside. We went to her room because she was watching some walk through of a game I don't know. She's the gamer not me. I told her I couldn't stay long just wanted to say happy birthday. That must have been a sign because she starts kissing me hard. I took over and pulled her hair back so I could lick and suck on her neck and pull her head back down to tongue her.

I tell her I'm getting hard but we really don't have any time. Again she took that as a sign to start taking off my pants. You have to realize we don't do quickies because she needs to be very wet for me to get in her. On the other side of that she was sucking the head of my dick.

I figured I was already hard so I pushed her on her back and took off those shorts. Turns out she had shaved recently but still kept the hair on the top. I like some hair. I dove in sucking on her clit and licking her pussy and some ass. She came fast. I just think she needed to I don't think I did anything amazing lol.

That's when she told me to fuck her. My dick was still hard so I started rubbing it on her pussy but I got her telling me to fucking put it in already. So I start pushing it in when she grabs my hips and slams me in. It almost hurt me because my dick almost started to fold.

After slapping my dick in her with her legs back to her shoulders I pulled out and flipped her over. Again she didn't waste time and begged for me to do it hard and use her pussy. I did. Holding her hips and ramming the hardest I ever think I have. She lets out a growl but also says fuck. I knew she was about to orgasm.

The feeling of her pulsing and tightening was to much. I held out so she got to ride her orgasm before pulling out flipping her over and shooting on her stomach. She played with it while I pulled up my pants. She told me to call her later before I left.

When I did it turns out she was bleeding a bit and even a few days later is sore and a little in pain. She also said she came so hard she almost squirted so she is fine with it. I will be honest it didn't sit well with me and made me feel kinda shitty for a bit.

This is part two of what happened in the showers, basically what happened afterwards. You can find first part on this subreddit or on my page, I can’t link it.

So after the shower thing Tyler and I kept hooking up. Like we'd meet late at night and mess around but we never actually went all the way. I was nervous I guess and he never pushed but then I found out something that should have made me stop but instead it just made me want him more.

I was in the laundry room and I overheard these girls talking about how Tyler has a girlfriend back home. I mean like an actual girlfriend they've been together for two years and I know I should have felt bad or stopped talking to him. But it just made it hotter. Is that fucked up? Probably I…. But I couldn't stop thinking about how he was choosing to be with me instead of being loyal to her. Like I was the exciting thing he couldn't resist.

So that night I texted him "come over" and he did. My roommate was gone for the weekend so we had the room to ourselves. We started watching a movie but I wasn't paying attention at all. I kept thinking about his girlfriend and how he was mine right now.

"You're acting weird," he said to me

"Just kiss me," I said.

And he did…We made out on my bed and his hands were under my shirt and I was already wet just from that. I decided right then I wasn't stopping this time because I wanted him inside me and I didn't care about anything else.

"Do you have a condom?" I asked him

He looked surprised but he pulled one out of his wallet. Of course he did because guys always do.

I took off my clothes and he took off his and we just looked at each other for a second. He was hard already and I was nervous but I didn't want to wait anymore. I laid back and he put the condom on and climbed on top of me.

When he first pushed in, it hurt a little, I’m not gonna lie. I gasped and he stopped right away.

"You okay?" he asked me

"Yeah just keep going," I said.

It got better after that, like way more better. He started moving and I wrapped my legs around him and oh my god, I finally understood what the big deal was. It felt so good having him inside me, feeling his weight on top of me and hearing him breathing hard in my ear.

We were both trying to be quiet because the walls were thin but I couldn't help moaning. He was going faster and harder and I was digging my nails into his back. I could feel the bed hitting the wall and I didn't even care if anyone heard.

"Fuck you feel good," he said and that almost made me cum right there. He reached down between us and touched my clit while he was fucking me and that was it; I came hard, like really hard, I was clenching around him and making these noises I didn't even know I could make. He kept going for like a minute more then he groaned and I felt him move inside me.

After we just laid there breathing heavy. He kissed my forehead and I felt really happy for some reason. Even though I knew he had a girlfriend and this was probably wrong. I didn't care in that moment.

We've hooked up a few more times since then. I know I should feel guilty but I don't. Is that bad?

Anyway that's what happened. Sorry if this was long I just had to tell someone.

I could hear the bass thumping as we entered through the inconspicuous doors. I had to check with Josh we were in the right place. It almost looked like an office building from outside. A few steps in the door and it was obvious we were here. An ID check, explanation of rules and they let us in. A mysterious blue neon barely lit up the sea of beautiful people. Different varieties, all shapes, sizes, and backgrounds. Some in stunning dresses, others in skimpy lingerie, some with basically nothing. I felt out of place. Stepping into a world I didn’t know truly existed.  

I’d decided on some sleek grey slacks with a white silk shirt. I left a few buttons undone at the top. My wife did my hair, fresh shave, and some fancy cologne I hadn’t used since Jessica bought it for our last anniversary. The pulse in my ears started to deafen the music when Danielle’s hand gripped mine.  

“Are you okay?” 

Josh and Jessica were already off to the dance floor. We had pre-gamed in the little hotel a few minutes away. Just some vodka-cranberries and catching up on our most recent sexcapades. We had spent two days at their house, all the kids having a great time together before Josh’s mom came to watch them for the rest of the weekend.  

I don’t know why I expected only a few people to be there, it felt like a hundred. It was pulling the introvert out of me, I just needed a round of drinks. I’d settle in.  

“Yes. Thank you. A lot of people.”  

“It’s Friday, just wait until you see tomorrow night.”  

Her laugh seemed to calm me down; I assured everyone I was okay and watched my wife scamper off with our friends. They went to the dance floor, bumping and grinding together before I lost them in the crowd.  

I stood at a little cocktail round and checked the dance floor for glimpses of my wife. She wore a flowy little red dress. It didn’t seem like her style, low cut, tight around her waist. She rarely wore red. The bright red lipstick reserved for sexy role-playing. Her hair was recently cut. Short. Barely above her shoulders. A sexy new look for her. Fitting for the trip I suppose.  

Danielle was in a loose dress as well. She said they are more convenient for clubs. Hinting there was nothing underneath; I was waiting to find out for myself. Her curves were miraculously shown off every time she turned or danced just right.  

Her husband matched me. Slacks and a button down that he left completely undone. Showing off his curly black chest hair. He left his hair messy. Had a calm smile that never seemed to leave his face. The two of them fit in well here. 

I stood up and shook out some more nerves before heading off to join them. The girls faces lit up as I squeezed between a few couples. It smelled of strong perfumes, sweat and bad decisions all wrapped up into one musky nose full. Typical club smell I hadn’t experienced in ages.  

It was easy to forget as I got close to my wife. She and Danielle wore the same scent tonight. It circled around me as the two girls trapped me between them. My hands draped around my wife’s shoulders while Danielle’s ran down my hips.  

I laughed. A dumb grin forming between my cheeks as the two bodies sandwiched me into a fun little grind. Danielle pulled me toward her. I could feel her chest compressing into my back. Bigger than anyone’s in the friend group; I don’t think I’d ever actually touched them. The blood rushing below my belt reminded me why we were here tonight.  

Jessica basically begged them. Show us how they spend their weekends in the lifestyle. She wanted to decide if it was something she wanted, or if just playing with the occasional friends was enough. A deep part of me already knew the answer, knew how this weekend could drive her further into the horny mess Amber had noticed her becoming.  

It was too loud to speak. A couple loud whispers in each other’s ears were barely audible. Danielle just laughed and pulled the two of us by our wrists down a hallway. Josh appeared out of nowhere and showed us to a little room. It kept the same blue hue illuminated from the edges of the walls. A similar little chaise as Amber and Matt had, a line of beds and a couple already playing in the corner.  

“Do you mind if we use the-” 

Danielle tried to ask; the other couple just nodded and went back to each other’s lips. Barely paying any attention to us. She shrugged and laid down on her side. Jessica joined her while Josh and I watched.  

“You guys have safe words?” 

“Yeah... we agreed on the stop sign for this. Yellow check in. Red full stop.” 

“Good. These rooms can take unexpected turns. Don’t be scared to stop. Nobody will judge.”  

“Thanks.”  

Josh’s hand tapped my shoulders a few times before he joined the girls on the bed. He ran his hands along his wife’s legs. A soft pull at her strap and the dress started to slip. He took her large bust into his mouth while Danielle continued to kiss my wife. He pulled her dress the rest of the way; letting her body jiggle and settle onto the bed. Nothing underneath. 

Josh’s face dove between her legs. Lost in the waves of curves, his head was moving side to side. Danielle’s first pleasurable groan filled the room. The couple in the corner noticed. Suddenly watching while they kept their hands underneath each other’s clothes.  

They moved quickly. Josh up on his knees. Danielle smiling from ear to ear as she stared into my wife’s face. Jessica was frozen. A small smile that seemed stuck on her face. Was she actually nervous?  

Josh slipped a condom on and began thrusting into her. The other couple in the corner had sat up and moved closer. They were older, maybe 40’s. Attractive, fit, big smiles showing off their bright white teeth. Cougars tracking their prey. I don’t know what rules Josh and Danielle had... but a few nods and touches of hands and the other couple was suddenly stripping the last of their clothes. Jessica and I ended up on the chaise together. Watching. 

We couldn’t hear the little whispers between our friends and the new couple, but both of them took one each of Danielle’s breasts into their mouths. The woman flashed a little smile at us as she maneuvered to Danielle’s other side. She was down to just her skirt; apparently, she participated in the nothing underneath guideline too.  

Jessica whispered to me while her hand began rubbing my thighs over my pants. “They’re hot. Should we jump in?” 

“Can we just watch for a bit. Just play together?” 

“Yes Johnny... we don’t have to play with anyone else here if you don’t want.” 

I didn't know how to answer. Suddenly all the sexual confidence I’d gained over the last few years seemed to have evaporated. My muscles were vibrating ever so subtly in a nervous quake. The blood rushed to my groin slowly, not filling completely.  

“For now... still good on our rules?” 

“Condoms only. Stoplight system. ‘Pull chalks’ and we go home.” 

“I love you.” 

“I love you too.” 

We kissed. Gently; romantically. Our eyes opened as we stopped, and I knew I couldn’t hold her back any longer. 

“Go join. I’ll keep watching for now... join when I’m ready.”  

Jessica nodded, kissed me again, and removed her dress while standing up. She had a sexy little red thong that didn’t hide anything of her rear as she bent down beside Josh. They kissed, then worked on our whimpering friend together.  

The gentlemen got to his knees and let his cock spring forward. Danielle happily took it in her mouth, flicking her tongue along the shaft, kissing the tip. She was playing with it; enjoying it.  

Another couple filtered in. Young, maybe 20’s. Cute, chubby, normal people. They asked if they could watch. Multiple confirmations came from the bed, and they took their seat on the opposite side of the room from me. I started to feel doubt in my gut, did I have the courage to do this in front of random people?  

I got lost in my own thoughts and emotions long enough to not notice the girl from the first couple had stood up and joined me on the chaise. She had brown hair, a warm smile and a tight body that was barely showing signs of age. A perfect little handful on her chest that was being held up by her bra.  

“First time here?” 

“That obvious?” 

“You look like a scared little puppy that I just want to cuddle with and make everything alright.”  

A grin spread across my lips, I shook my head as I looked up into her eyes. A real deep brown, reflecting the neon lights in them. “That doesn’t sound terrible.”  

She put her arm around me and rested her head on my shoulder. Her free hand stroking my leg. She didn’t say much else. We just sat there watching friends and strangers roll around on the beds. It was weirdly comforting. The little strokes on my thigh helping fill my tool below.  

“Have you done anything with other couples before?”  

“On vacation... way less people watching.”  

“Ignore them. It can just be me and you in this room right now. Do you have rules with your...” 

“Wife. Condoms. Consent. That’s about it.” 

I felt the moths running to my gut like moonlight. A little shake in my hands. Why was I so scared? I tried to push it down and look back at my wife and friends. Jessica was kissing Danielle while Josh’s face was between my wife’s legs. The other man was between Danielle’s, thrusting just as Josh had done before him.  

“Can I keep touching you?” 

“Yes.” 

“Kiss?” 

“Yes.” 

Her lips parted in a short smile, then pressed against mine. Strawberries. Raspberry. Some sort of berry. She tasted nice, calm, purposeful movements of her tongue inside my mouth. Her hand traced up my chest, undid a few more buttons and felt around my pecs.   

Her other hand gripped my wrist and pulled it to her leg, stroking along the bare skin, up to the fabric around her hips and back down to her knee. It felt like I was re-learning how to ride a bike.  

We kept our kisses slow, staying at the shallow end of the pool. The pressure to perform, to know what to do, how to act... it was slowly fading. This woman was actually making me feel better. Regaining a little confidence. I moved my hand up to her chest and caressed under her breast. Feeling its weight being held back by the bra. Like she read my mind, she unclasped it and let it fall.  

A little drop and they were free, good sized and hanging just right off her frame. I looked at them, looked into her eyes, and kissed her more intently. More flicks of our tongues. More rapid movements of our hands. Groping becoming less comforting and more needy. Her hands worked at my belt, undid the button quickly and dug inside of my pants.  

I was maybe 70% there, her quick hand motions under my pants brought me to 100. I pawed at her panties, pushed them to the side and felt her wet pussy between my fingers. We broke our kiss and groaned into each other’s mouths before kissing again. Harder. Faster. Like a DJ slowing twisting the dial, we kept increasing in a slow steady rhythm.  

I’d lost track of the others on the bed. This woman had pulled me into our own little bubble to play in... and I didn't even know her name. It seemed so important. Do we just play in anonymity?  

“Johnny.” A loud call from my wife. I twisted my head to the side. Josh was kneeling between her legs, a condom covered cock about to go inside of her. Josh was looking at her, she was looking at me. I nodded, said yes, maybe too quiet for her to hear me. She got the message. We had agreed to full swap with Danielle and Josh; a part of me was thankful it wasn’t the other guy. Yet. 

“Johnnyyyyyy.” A slow whisper in my ear from our new acquaintance. “That’s cuuuuute...” 

“What do I call you?” 

“Depends on how many times you make me cum...”  

She bit her lip and started leaning back in the chaise. Her eyes darted down toward her groin and back up again. If I could do one thing right tonight, this would be it. I’d go for two. Then see if my dick would cooperate.  

She smelt of honey, or some sweat aroma from her lotion. It grew more familiar the further up I went. Then that heavenly smell, just a touch of sweat. She tasted as most women do, sighed as my tongue passed over her lingerie. I pulled it back to the side and flicked a few times at her top. It wasn’t out yet, but I wanted to map her out.  

I passed slowly down her edges, completing a circle before pushing my tongue inside. Slow flat passes at the bottom of her warmth, climbing ever so slowly back to the top. I dug inside, spun little circles until her pearl came out to join us. Then it became the star of the show. Flick. Flick. Flick. Then a slow circle around it. Again. And again. 

Her moans began to increase, a giggling purr of approval. A sudden jolt through her leg, and she let out an exhilarating laugh.  

“Yesss Johnny... see not so bad here... just keep doing that... mhm... yes...” 

I could feel her thighs vibrating against me. Closing just around my head, a subtle squeeze every few seconds. I looked up and saw her head back, eyes closed, and hands running over her body. She pinched her nipple and barely opened her eyes. They softened, then slammed shut again. Her delicate purrs twisted into an involuntary whimper. Short. Quick. Building. 

Her breath filled up her lungs, waiting for that flip to switch, for her body to let it all out at once. It started in her lap, a warm rush, a buck off the chair. Then her vocal cords caught up and she shrieked a few profanities.  Her hands shot to my head and gripped my hair like it was the only thing keeping her pleasure going. She wasn’t going to let go until it was over. 

“Yes. Yes. Yes. Okay... Mmhmm... yes... don’t... stop... right... thereeeee.”  

I pushed two fingers up and inside of her. Curling to that rough little spot at the top. I found it, stroked it and let my tongue work into overdrive. I heard her tone jump an octave, her voice almost confused. Then that little laugh from earlier, carrying into a desperate carried out moan.  

“Yes! Go again... do it again... goood fucking boy... yess... yesssssss.”  

She screamed. Convulsed. Squirmed in the narrow chair. I tried to hold her down. Refuse to let her bounce around. I failed. She twitched too violently. Couldn’t contain the orgasm that was erupting through her.  

She fell. Off the chair. On her side. I quickly tilted my head around to check on her. Her hair had covered her face in a messy tangle, but I could see her wide lips underneath it. She flipped her hair back, stared at me with wild eyes and shook her head in disbelief. We both laughed and I felt all the nerves wash out of me. Even if the entire room was suddenly staring at us. My wife’s delicious look stole every drop of attention I had. 

 

I still catch this guy pitching a tent whenever we have to work the same shift now. The whole goal was to ruin him for other girls, and I hope I came pretty close to it.

So this happened a few months ago. We were closing up the coffee shop we work at. He’s this younger, super quiet guy who started recently. I always noticed him sneaking looks at my chest. I definitely didn't make it easy for him since I always unbutton my work shirt pretty low the second the manager leaves for the night.

We were sitting in the back room doing inventory on our phones. I went to show him a funny video on my screen, but when I unlocked it, my browser was still open to my absolute filth from my morning solo session. I snatched it back super quick and was like "Uh, just use your phone to log the cups." He pulls his phone out, opens Safari, and boom he’s got a hub tab right there open to "petite POV." or some shit like that. Total degenerate, but I love it.

He turned so red and started aggressively swiping out of his tabs. I laughed and was like, "down bad, huh?" Somehow he just totally spilled his guts and confessed he'd never actually been with a girl. I patted his shoulder and gave him a generic "it'll happen soon man." But my brain immediately started being evil.

What if I gave him the absolute craziest head of his life? Like, totally scramble his expectations so no one else can ever compare. Let's fucking go.

I started brushing up against him more in the tight stockroom while we put boxes away. Bumping his hips, whispering close to his ear. He was getting so flustered, sporting obvious wood through his jeans.

Right before we had to clock out, I just looked at him and said, "I'm gonna suck your dick." He froze like a deer in headlights. Before he could even stammer out a word. It was so fun to watch him like that, like I was in full control. I was on the floor right between his legs while he sat on the milk crates.

I didn't ease him into it at all. Poor guy. I went straight to town sloppy, deep, gagging, just absolute madness. Barely three minutes in he started whimpering and bucking, and suddenly he's shooting down my throat. I wanted to ruin him. So I didn't stop.

He was shaking, practically begging me to let him breathe because it was too sensitive, but I didn't give a fuck. I kept sucking right through the twitches until he got rock hard again. I kept going until he busted a second time. Swallowed it all, cleaned him up with a few licks, and right then my alarm went off for me to catch my Uber.

I grabbed my jacket, said "See ya tomorrow," kissed his cheek, and walked out.

one of my guy best friends, someone ive known for years, accidentally left his phone unlocked and i saw one of his hidden folders... TLDR: turns out hes been jerking off to me for months, looking and saving my pics and even some old bikini photos.

honestly at first i was a bit weirded out, but thinking about it.... i got insanely turned on by the idea of my friend stroking their cock to me... i told some of my friends and apparently they all knew he had a crush on me but rumor has it his dick game is GOOOD so i wanted to see for myself.

a couple days later i was at his place and i confronted him and he told me he used to fantasize about fucking me but nothing more and he doesnt do it anymore... but things escalated a bit.

we were alone at his place and i basically jumped him. i pushed him onto his bed and we started making out, went down and pulled his cock out AND WOW HIS DICK WAS BIGGER THAN I THOUGHT.

his dick was rock hard and throbbing in my mouth. i sucked him sloppy, spit dripping down his shaft, taking him deep until i gagged. then he flipped me over, ripped my panties off and ate my pussy like he was starving for it, tongue flicking my clit fast while fingering me. i came so hard on his face, soaking his chin.

after that he climbed on top, spread my legs wide open and shoved his thick cock inside me in one hard thrust. i gasped as he stretched my pussy, filling me completely. he fucked me deep and rough, slamming into me so hard the bed was creaking, my tits bouncing wildly with every thrust. he kept groaning about how many times he had jerked off thinking about fucking me, how he’d cum to my pictures.

i was moaning like crazy, telling him to fuck me harder, my pussy squeezing his cock as i came again, juices dripping down my ass. he pounded me in missionary, then flipped me doggy style, slapping my ass red while railing me from behind, his balls slapping against my clit. finally he pulled out and exploded, shooting thick ropes of hot cum all over my stomach, tits, and even some on my face.

i was covered in his load and loved every second of it.

This is part two of the original story with Mark. You can read the first part on this subreddit or my page, i can’t link it for some reason.

Well we didn't speak about what happened that morning but it was all I could think about. Every time I looked at him I kept picturing his dick against me and I start getting wet all over again.

We spent the day hiking and it was actually really nice. He was being funny and sweet and I kept catching him looking at me when he thought I wasn't paying attention. I wanted to ask him about his girlfriend but I didn't want to ruin whatever this was.

That night we got back late and we were both tired. We showered separately again and got into bed. This time I didn't bother with the shirt, I just wore panties and a tank top while he was in boxers and we laid there in the dark not saying anything.

I couldn't sleep because I kept thinking about how close we had come that morning and how I wanted to finish it but I was scared to make the first move and I thought “what if I was wrong about everything?”

Then I felt his hand touch mine under the covers. He barely just touched it like he was testing if I was awake. I didn't move but my heart was pounding so hard.

He moved closer and I could feel him breathing on my neck. Then he asked him if I was awake? and I told him I was awake. Suddenly he told me he was thinking about the morning which I also admitted to doing same.

Our eyes were locked in and then he kissed me. The kiss felt like all that tension from the whole day just exploded. We were making out hard and his hands were stuck to my ass. He pulled my tank top off and I helped him get his boxers off.

When I felt his dick against my stomach this time I didn't freeze instead I reached down and stroked him and he groaned into my mouth. It felt so good being bad like this especially knowing he had a girlfriend made everything hotter somehow like I was the one he couldn't resist.

"I want you inside me," I told me and I couldn't believe I said that to him it but I meant it.

He pulled my panties down and I opened my legs for him. He didn't have a condom but I didn't care because I just wanted him. He thrust into me slowly and it felt so good that I almost cried. He was bigger than I expected and he filled me up completely.

We tried to be quiet but the bed kept making some creaking sound and I couldn't help moaning because he was fucking me deep and slow at first then he went faster. I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him closer. At the same time I kept thinking about his girlfriend and how she had no idea where he was right now. For some reasons it made me feel powerful.

"You're so wet," he whispered to me and I almost came right then. I flipped him over and got on top of him.

“I’ve been thinking about fucking you for so long” I said as I bounced on his hard dick

“You don’t know how many glances I stole” he said while pounding my pussy

“What will your girlfriend say”

“I don’t give a shit right now” he replied and put me on my back and then flipped me over prone bone.

“Fuck you are cheating on her” I said, egging him on

He knew this was turning me on and I bet it was turning him on too “I am, your pussy feels ten times better”

Fuck that was hot.

“Take my pussy Mark, its yours, you deserve it” he started grunting after that sentence, i knew he was close “You don’t fuck her like you fuck me, do you?”

No reply, just harder fucking.

He spit in his hand, reached down and rubbed my clit while he fucked me and it didn’t take long for me to start cumming.

“Fuck Mark, I am going to cum” … “Please fill my pussy, please claim it, please”

That took him over the edge and he started filling my pussy up as I was cumming. Fuck nothing felt better than that moment.

After that we were just on the bed smiling with so much satisfaction.

We went to shower and did a quick fuck after that again. Afterwards we fell asleep wrapped around each together. The next morning we didn't talk about, we just went straight to it, fucking like rabbits. We only had one day left and all I’m going to say is that we had a lot of room service.

I woke up a bit groggy and heard soft snoring to my left.  The sky outside the window was just starting to lighten with the coming dawn and I slid over and sat up, my body feeling loose but good.  I gazed down and saw my thighs were still red and a little sticky and my pussy ached in a distant way but again, it felt good.  I knew my hair must be a tangled mess so I got up quietly, made my way into the ensuite bathroom, urinated quickly and then switched on the light to assess the damage.  As expected, my thick, dark hair was all over the place in messy strands.  My mascara had run and my blue eyes were surrounded by dark rings with streaks down my cheeks.  My lips were puffy and my breasts had some bruises from the grip of his powerful fingers.  I quickly washed my face and rinsed my mouth out with mouthwash, filled the glass by the sink and chugged some water and then did my best to get my hair in some sort of order.  When I finished I checked the time and groaned then turned the light off and slipped back into the semi darkness of his bedroom.

First order of business.  Underwear.  These I located by the foot of the bed and slipped them on.  My skirt was still out in the living room but I located my top and slipped both back on.  I heard a rustle from the bed and then his deep voice.  “What time is it?”  He asked.

“About 530,” I replied.  “Get some more sleep,” I said. “I have to go home and shower before my lecture at 7.”

“I have a perfectly good shower here,” he said, sitting up now.  “We could take one together.”  The low light in the room highlighted his handsome face and beard, the grey streaks almost looking white and his green/grey eyes watching me dress.

“And we both know how that ends,” I said, shaking my head as I moved to the door.  “Us fucking the morning away and me failing my next quiz” I grinned back at him.  “Text me later okay?”

“As you wish m’lady,” he said, throwing off his blanket and revealing his powerful body, 6’4” of cut muscle that had no business being on a man his age, and that huge cock that had pummeled my pussy all night resting on the inside of his leg.  I gulped and blew him a kiss as I left the room, locating my skirt and shoes and then doing my walk of shame back to my dorm, remembering the night and knowing there was no way I wouldn’t want more from him.

24 Hours Earlier

Studying engineering as a female is a whole other experience.  My classes were almost exclusively guys and being an attractive 21 year old female sometimes felt like being a lamb in the middle of a wolf pack.  Not that the guys were rude or creepy for the most part.  Most of them were very nice and polite, if a bit awkward.  STEM studies are typically not replete with the socially adept.  I’ll just say it.  Nerds.  Lots and lots of nerds.  Fortunately I like nerds, being a massive one myself, and I got along quite nicely.  I had dated throughout, nothing especially serious, but I certainly wasn’t living a life of celibacy either.  It was nice but nothing earth shaking.  I had one semi regular hookup named Craig.  He had a nice dick, a little above average sized, lots of stamina and loved eating pussy.  The sex was very adequate and he always made sure I orgasmed and I was free to sample other guys (and a few women), as was he.  

Now I am no supermodel by any stretch, but I am definitely attractive.  I have dark brown hair, past my shoulders, blue eyes, a pretty face, a decent build, 34C and an ass that reflects that I ran track all through high school and still ran 5k twice a week and 3k the other 5 days.  On this day I was only doing a quick 3K and when I got back to my room 20 minutes later I checked my phone and had a text from Craig saying he couldn’t hang out tonight as he had to go to see his parents later and would be staying the night in Hamilton.  I was a bit disappointed as I was getting close to my period and was horny as fuck but life happens and I replied with a no worries and hopped into the shower.  Despite my lack of a fuckbuddy for the night I decided to do full maintenance anyhow and shaved my legs and armpits as well as my pussy, bare and smooth and couldn’t resist rubbing a quick one out in the shower.  

Satisfied I went back to my room, smiling at and greeting a few other girls that I knew and got dressed for class.  Being freshly shaved and showered I was feeling a bit girly so I wore a mid length skirt blue with florals, a black short sleeved top that showed just a bit of cleavage, no bra and black panties.  It was still quite warm, despite it being early October so I took advantage and wore my favourite leather sandals to go with it.  I didn’t do much with my makeup, mascara, some light blue eyeshadow to match the skirt, a bit of cover up and lip gloss.  Feeling pretty and upbeat, I headed off to class to find out we had a guest lecturer today to talk about polymers.

I inwardly groaned and took my seat prepared to be bored to death when our professor introduced him, from the R & D department at Dupont, James Williams (not his real name).  Well, James Williams turned out to be a 50ish beast of a man, well over 6 feet tall, shoulders, arms and chest like a lumberjack, ginger blonde hair and a short beard with streaks of iron grey in it.  When he spoke it was in a rich baritone and I could feel my pussy getting wet already.  

Now I think I speak for a lot of women when I say that I have what I call a BDD kink or Big Dick Daddy.  Now to be clear, I do not have “daddy issues” and I have a wonderful relationship with my dad and always have had.  He was the one that inspired me to go into engineering in the first place but there is something about a strong, confident older man, someone experienced and who takes charge that makes my knees weak and my thighs tighten and James was all of that and more.  I listened to that deep voice in a bit of a daze, listening but not really hearing the words he was saying at first.  Snap out of it Cassie, I reprimanded myself, this is important.  I got a hold of myself and took notes and James turned out to be a very competent instructor, explaining things simply and clearly.  Sixty minutes later the lecture wrapped up and as I gathered my things I impulsively decided to talk to him. 

“Doctor Williams,” I said, as I came down the steps to speak with him and he looked at me and smiled.  Not a wide one or an eager one.  Just the smile of a confident male that sent a twinge down my spine.  “Thanks for the lecture.  I am planning to do my final thesis on polymers and their use in bio tech and you made some great points that will be super helpful.”

“I’m glad you think so.  And you are?”  He smiled again and I noticed his eyes for the first time, a mixture of green and grey that were mesmerizing.

Cassie,” I said, trying not to stammer.  “Cassie ***.”

“Well Cassie, you can call me James,” he said, taking out a pen and scribbling on a piece of paper, “This is my personal email address.  If you have any other questions feel free to reach out and I will see what I can do,” he handed over the piece of paper and I took it, out fingers touching for just a half second and I could feel the electricity between us.  Fuck.  I was in trouble here.  

“Awesome!  I mean, thanks,” I stammered a little.  “When do you head back to the States?”

“Day after tomorrow,” he said and smiled again and I shivered a bit with horniness.  “Just staying at Knox College while I am here.”   Knox was the theological college on campus and also housed visiting professors and lecturers to the University.  

“Oh,” I said, “The architecture there is beautiful.  I’ve never been in the residence there though,” I continued and then winced inwardly.  Had I really just said I would like to see where he is staying?  He took it in stride however.

“It’s very nice but whenever I go to a new city I like to at least try to get off campus for a few hours.  Are there any good restaurants or pubs close by?”

“The Cloak and Dagger,” I said with a smile of my own.  “It’s an Irish Pub about a 15 minute walk from Knox.  They have live music most nights and lots of different beer on tap.  Their fish and chips are incredible.”

“That sounds perfect,” he said and closed his briefcase.  “So what time shall we go?  Say 8 o’clock?”

At first it didn’t register and I just looked at him stupidly for about 5 seconds when it finally dawned on me.  “We?”  I barely squeaked out.

“Well I hate dining alone and you seem like a good dinner companion.  Of course if you are otherwise occupied I totally understand,”  He smiled at me again and looked at me with those eyes and that’s how I found myself outside of the Cloak and Dagger at 8PM, quaking a little and taking deep breaths before going inside.

“8 o’clock,” I heard myself say and then I was hurrying up the steps, sure that his eyes were locked on my ass and went straight to the library, heading into the stacks and then sitting on the floor in an empty row, trying not to hyperventilate and piecing together what just happened.  I stayed there for about ten minutes, calming myself down, evaluating the situation and what it all means.  Okay, so I had agreed to a date with a man more than twice my age from a different country who would be leaving in 48 hours.  That said, he was very handsome, intelligent, shared my interests and was buying me dinner.  I was under no obligation to do anything other than share a meal and some conversation.  I rationalized it all away even though I knew better and convinced myself it could be a platonic evening with a good meal and maybe a couple of drinks.  Home by 10 and in bed by 11.  I even had a 7AM lecture the next day that I could use to justify my departure.  

I purposely wore the same clothes I had worn to class that day, thinking that if I dressed up it would send a romantic message and dressing down would send a message of disrespect.  It was a cute enough outfit anyhow and as I walked into the pub I saw him sitting in a booth with a glass of dark beer in front of him and he smiled at me as I walked up, getting to his feet and welcoming me by taking his hand.  My hand was swallowed inside his, and I realized that he was nearly a foot taller than me.  His skin was warm and callused and my thighs twitched involuntarily as I imagined them all over my body.  I just smiled brightly and he leaned in and kissed me on the cheek.  “You look every bit as stunning as you did in class today,” he whispered and then drew back, motioning for me to sit.  

The words echoed in my brain as I took a seat on the opposite side of the booth and I could feel the heat of the blood in my cheeks.  “And you look even better,” I said, despite myself.  My inner resolve had folded almost instantly but it was true.  He wore a simple black t-shirt that showed off his thick arms and broad shoulders and black denim jeans that encased his powerful legs.  Our server was named Ian who I knew slightly as he had served me many times and he greeted me with a “Hey Cassie.  The usual?”  I nodded and he brought me an old fashioned with an orange twist and two menus.  “I’ll be back in a few minutes for your order,” he said and shot me a wink.

“A whisky girl,” James said with a grin.  “Colour me impressed.”

I took a sip and smiled back.  “We’re not all White Claw girls,” I said and he chuckled.

“So it seems,” he said and opened the menu.  “So you said the fish and chips are good here?”

“Definitely,” I replied and he closed the menu. 

“So be it,” he said and took a sip of his Guinness.  “So tell me a bit about you Cassie.  Do you have much family?”

So I told him about my mom and dad and he nodded along, asking questions about my father who is a metallurgist and the work he had done.  I also told him about my two sisters and he laughed, saying he felt sorry for my dad having to share a bathroom with four women.  He had two sons of his own, one at the US Air Force academy in Colorado and the other still in high school who lived primarily with his ex wife in Texas.  She worked for Exxon and they shared custody.  They were divorced but were still friendly and he had me laughing so hard my stomach hurt telling me about a family trip where a flood had backed up the plumbing in their cabin and they had to sleep in the car because of all the waste that backed up out of the sewer.   Their youngest son had named it Poopmaggedon.  

Dinner came and went with James praising the fish and chips loudly and several more drinks were consumed as the clock ticked away.  The band came on, sort of an Irish folk act and when they started playing a slower song James asked me if I wanted to dance.  My liquid courage fully engaged, I agreed and we swayed to the music, my face pressed to his chest, inhaling his scent and his cheek brushing the top of my head.  His hands were warm on my back through my top, pressing in but not too tightly.  I could feel his cock through his jeans, pressed against my stomach and while it wasn’t hard, it was certainly paying attention.  I stole a look up at him and his eyes met mine.  Seconds later his mouth was on mine, softly kissing and teasing and my hands slid through his hair as I pulled his head down into me.  The song ended and we pulled apart.  He looked down at me and raised an eyebrow.  I gulped and nodded and he went over to Ian and paid the bill right then in cash.  

It had cooled off as we stepped outside so James flagged a cab and we both bundled into the back, me snuggling against his chest for warmth and five minutes later we were outside Knox college as the cab pulled away.  The campus was quiet with a few figures hustling here and there in the darkened campus and James and I entered the building through a side door in the residence wing and went directly to his suite.  I was furnished nicely with a couch and arm chair with a coffee table, a kitchenette and the bedroom and bathroom off to the left.  I set down my purse and a second later found myself pinned to the wall, his powerful arms wrapped around me and my own legs wrapping around his waist as he kissed me again. 

This time it was different, his mouth and tongue aggressive and demanding and I reciprocated in kind.  I needed him right then like I needed air and was trying to pull his shirt off while he moved his attention to my neck and shoulder.  My thighs were quaking and my body was on fire as his big hands moved over my body, squeezing my ass and grunting with pleasure as I finally got his shirt off and over his head.  His pecs were hard  and bulging and his abs were prominent and I whispered huskily for him to let me down which he reluctantly did.

Sexually I am a switch in that sometimes I like my partner to take the lead and other times I like to steer the car.  This time however there was absolutely no question that I wanted to be manhandled by this man.  Used and stretched and pounded.  What I wanted more than anything though was to suck his cock.  I dropped to my knees quickly and started undoing his pants.  “Look at men” he said in that deep voice and I looked up to meet the gaze of those green grey eyes.  Normally they looked mesmerising but in that moment they were flat, steely looking and demanding and if my pussy wasn’t already soaked that did the trick.  “I want you to look at me the entire time you suck my cock do you understand?”

“Yes Dad-” I started and he shook his head.

“Sir.  I am not your daddy.  I am the one who will be in charge and doing whatever I like to you.  Now tell me you understand,” he said, that baritone voice emotionless and stern.

I nearly blacked out again and the wave of pure lust that came over me was almost palpable.  My whole body shook but I met his gaze and nodded.  “Yes Sir,” I said and he simply nodded.  I fumbled with his button and zipper because my hands were shaking and finally when I got his pants open and pulled them down to his knees his cock sprang free and actually hit me in the face.  His was semi hard, maybe about two thirds and it was simply the biggest dick I have seen in my life.  It wasn’t just that it was long and thick because it was, or the thick veins and purple head of it but more the sheer weight of it.  I blinked a few times nervously but he winked at me and I let out a long breath I didn’t even know I was holding and got to work.  First I spat on it a few times and sucked on his balls as my hands began to stroke him.  I had both my hands wrapped around his length and there was room to spare.  I could barely get my hands around it as it throbbed and swelled.

“Yes Cassie,” he hissed as I worked on him.  “Like that.  Show me what a good little cocksucker you are.”

That just added to my need and I started trying to get the head into my mouth fully.  It wasn’t easy but I got there eventually but could only get about a third of his cock in my mouth.  The girth was just too much for me to take more.  He started trying to fuck my mouth which I normally love but this was just more than I could handle.  I gave it my best try but my gag reflex kicked in and I wasn’t able to take more.  My eyes were streaming and ropes of saliva hund from his cock and my lips  Thankfully James had anticipated this and helped me to my feet.  He pulled my skirt off, leaving me in just my soaked panties and top and laid me on the couch so my head hung over the armrest and I had a pillow supporting my neck and back. “Ready?” he asked and I just nodded and opened wide.  

He pushed himself slowly back into my mouth and I felt the thick head at the base of my throat.  He repositioned himself slightly and then reached down and started rubbing my pussy through my panties, his thick fingers working the fabric all along my labia and inner lips and then grinding on my clit.  I was already soaking wet and moaned loudly around his cock and then felt him push his hips forward and to my surprise he was able to get about three quarters of the way down.  He started to fuck my mouth and throat with a steady pace, the gluck sounds coming from my mouth along with the squelch of saliva making obscene noises in the room  and mixed with my muffled moans was making me fucking crazy with lust,  I grabbed his hand that was rubbing my pussy but he shook me off with a growl and told me to stay still.  He was breathing heavily now and kept working my pussy at that same maddeningly steady pace.  

Mentally I was a complete mess, my absolute need to cum and to swallow every drop of his had taken over my brain completely and my body was shaking again.  His breathing picked up and so did his pace and then I felt him stiffen.  “Niow,” he said and suddenly his hand was working at a fever pitch on my clit and I nearly screamed but suddenly I felt a hot jet of cum erupt from his cock and then I was cumming as well, hips bucking and twisting as a wave of pleasure crashed through my body and it was all I could do to try and swallow what I could.  It felt like it lasted a lot longer than it probably did but I remember laying on the couch, my face covered in saliva and cum, panting like a race horse and James bringing me a box of tissues to wipe the spit and cum off my face.  “Jesus Christ,” was all I could say as I wiped away what felt like a pint of mixed saliva and sperm. “I had no idea I could deep throat that much cock.”

“It’s all about angles and focus.  Me rubbing your pussy took your mind off of gagging and the rest is history.”  He was standing buck naked and I suddenly realized he was still wearing his socks and shoes.   I don’t know why but it struck me as hilarious and I started to laugh hard.  He looked at me quizzically and I tried through dumbshow to tell him what I was laughing at and then he caught on. “What?  You don’t like this look?” He said eyebrows raised and then did a gorilla flex and a double bicep pose.  “This is fucking HAWT!” he said and I went off again, laughing and holding my stomach.  

“No more,” I begged, still snickering and tears coming from my eyes.  “Don’t, my stomach, can’t take it.”

He grinned at me and then slowly lifted me off the couch, slipping his one arm under my knees and the second under my arms and lifted me like a child.  He kicked off his shoes and then carried me to the bedroom and set me on the bed.  I wasn’t laughing anymore and my heart was racing in my chest  “Take off your clothes, get on all fours on the bed and wait for me.  Do you understand?”

“Yes sir.”

(So this was starting to get long so I posted the first part for now. If people want to hear more about that night and the one that followed send me an upvote and I will happily post the rest xo Cassie)

so josie and i have been best friends for six years and there are things i know about her that nobody else does, and vice versa, and we've always had this understanding that whatever happens between us stays between us. she knows everything. all my kinks, all my worst ideas, all the things i've let strangers do to me that i probably shouldn't have. she's never judged me once. if anything she's encouraged me.

so when she texted me a few weeks ago and said "josh and i have been talking about something. can you come over saturday" i knew. i mean i didn't know exactly. but i knew the way you know when you step onto ice and feel it flex under you and keep walking anyway.

i got there at like seven and josh answered the door and he had this look on his face, like he'd been thinking about this all day, and i felt it already in my stomach. josie came downstairs in this little cotton dress and gave me a hug and kissed my cheek and whispered "i'm going to watch him completely ruin you" and i felt my legs go soft.

they walked me into their bedroom and there were restraints already laid out on the bed. soft ones, the kind that look casual until they're on. and a paddle. and a riding crop. i saw the crop and my brain went static.

"undress," josh said. not a question.

josie sat on the edge of the bed and crossed her legs and said nothing. just watched. that was almost the hottest part already, the way she looked at me. not weird about it, just interested, like this was a show she'd been waiting to see.

i took everything off and josh walked around me once without touching and i just stood there. he said "look at you. just standing there like a good little thing waiting to get used." and josie said "she's really pretty isn't she" and he said "yeah she is" and then he grabbed my arm and said "on the bed."

they tied my wrists to the headboard first. then my ankles spread. and i was lying there completely open and they just looked at me for a second and josie said "perfect" in this quiet, satisfied voice.

then it started.

josh had the paddle and he used it on my ass while i was face down and josie sat by my head and watched my face. i was biting the pillow. he wasn't being gentle. every hit sent this wave of heat and the pressure built fast and i made a sound i wasn't expecting and josie said "there she is" like she'd been waiting for that specific sound.

"you're going to take what we give you, right?" josh said from behind me, punctuating it with another hit.

"yes"

"yes what"

"yes sir"

josie laughed softly at that and said "she's so good" and i didn't know if she was talking to me or him but either way something in my chest tightened up in the best way.

he switched to the crop at some point and that was different, sharper, and i hissed and pulled at the restraints and josie reached over and put her hand on my face and said "hey. stay. you're okay" in this calm voice and somehow that made it easier to take. she'd smooth her thumb along my cheek and then look over my head at josh and say "harder" and he'd go harder and i'd make a sound into the mattress and she'd watch my face the whole time like she was cataloguing all of it.

they flipped me over eventually. i was already embarrassingly worked up, shaking a little, face hot. josh looked at me spread out on the bed and said "you're really going to just let us do anything we want to you" and i said yes and he said "you're such a little slut" with this low certainty, not even mean, just factual, and josie said "that's why we invited her."

she sat up near my head while he was between my legs and she grabbed my chin and turned my face toward her and said "look at me while he fucks you." her eyes were bright. she looked so happy. something about being watched by her specifically while he pushed into me was almost too much, like there was nowhere to hide, she knew every single thing i was feeling and she wanted to watch me feel it.

"she's so wet already," josh said. "look at this. we barely touched her and she's already soaked."

"i know," josie said, still looking at my face. "she's been thinking about this for weeks."

"have you," he said, not a question.

"yes," i said, and josie smiled.

he fucked me hard. not building up to it, just started hard and stayed there, and the restraints were the only thing keeping me from sliding up the bed. josie held my face and watched my expressions and occasionally said things to josh like "don't let her come yet" and "i want you to use her mouth after this" and he listened to every single instruction.

when she let him slap me i think i made a sound that surprised all of us. he'd been going rough already but that was different and i arched up and said oh god and josie said "she liked that, do it again" and he did.

she spit on me at one point. casually, like it was nothing, right onto my chest, and looked at josh and said "your turn" and he did too, and then looked at me like i should be grateful, and i was, which is genuinely embarrassing to type.

"you're such a dirty little thing," josie said to me softly. "you'd let us do literally anything."

"yes"

"i know." she kissed my forehead and then said to josh, over me like i wasn't there, "i want you to cum in her. i want to watch you breed her."

i think i stopped breathing.

"yeah?" he said.

"i want it," josie said. "she needs it. look at her, she's desperate."

"you want that?" he asked me, looking down.

"please," i said. "please please yes"

"please what," josie said, because of course she did.

"please cum in me, please, i need it, please"

she looked so pleased with herself. she held my face in her hands while he got close and said "that's it. take it. take all of it" in this soft careful voice and he came in me and i felt every second of it and i made a sound that went on too long and josie kept her hands on my face the whole time and watched me with this soft, satisfied, completely unhinged smile.

we stayed like that for a minute. nobody moved. josh pulled out slow and josie looked down and then back up at me and said "good girl" and i closed my eyes.

that was maybe two hours in. they weren't done.

i won't tell you everything. some of it i'm still processing honestly. at some point i had my face buried in the mattress while josh had the crop again and josie was talking to me in that low voice saying you're ours tonight, you're just here for us, you're such a perfect little toy, and i kept thinking i should feel more complicated about this than i do. i don't. i really don't. josie is my best friend and she organized this entire thing because she knew me well enough to know what i needed and i've never felt more understood by anyone in my life.

we ended up tangled on the bed around ten, all three of us, josie with her head on my shoulder, josh passed out across the foot of the bed, everything quiet and warm and wrecked-feeling.

josie said "are you okay?" and i said "i'm incredible" and she laughed and said "i know."

she's such a good best friend honestly.

I haven't written in a while and have otherwise taken a bit of sexual hiatus but I had an encounter a couple of days ago that reinvigorated my need to write.

I received a message here on reddit out of the blue one evening from somebody who said they were a big fan of my stories, visiting the Bay Area (where I'm at) and interested in meeting up after finally being single. I hadn't been using this account for a couple of months so it was a bit of a surprise. We began chatting and exchanged pics; she was petite at 5'1, Asian, cute, and well written. I'm 6'0 and athletic for context. I asked her if there was anything in particular that caught her eye about my stories and she did not hold back: in her words, "I appreciate well-written smut... it's kind of checking a lot of boxes: daddy kink, praise/degradation/reassurance, voice kink, size difference kink (i'm 5'1), creampie kink, anal".

I was surprised at the amount of intimate detail she was aware of when it came to my kinks, I could tell she was a fan of my stories and well read up on them. We flirted and bantered a bit more and quickly made plans to meet up the next day. I enticed her with some voice notes and gave her some clear instructions: "don't wear any panties tomorrow to the bar, and you're not allowed to touch yourself. I want you to be pent up."

The next day arrived sooner than expected and when we met up, she was even smaller than I expected. While at the bar, we quickly started chatting about lives and warmed up to each other. While I could tell she thought my stories were hot, she was genuinely curious about why I am the kinky person I am today and we had some very interesting and intimate discussions about sexual discovery and growth. I found this level of intellectualism to be a bit unique and hot, it's not something I've ever experienced since I'm very much private about my sex life in real life outside of the bedroom.

It started to get a bit cold at the bar and so we walked across the street to my place. True to her curious nature, she poked around extensively in my apartment not unlike a cat would, trying to get to know everything she could about me. We quickly cozied up on the couch before continuing our candid discussions about sex. I could feel the tension building with my arm around her and abruptly asked her if I could kiss her, to which she smiled slyly and just nodded her head.

I slid my hands around her waist and easily pulled her small body on top of mine. She straddled me quickly and locked her lips with mine. She was a good kisser and extremely enthusiastic about it. I quite enjoyed how small she felt in my hands and liberally squeezed her hips, ass, and ran my hands firmly across her back which all started to elicit moans from her.

Before long I told her to stand up in front of me and strip for me, being well aware of her humiliation kink. Once naked, I saw she had quite a lot of muscle on her despite her small frame. I told her to turn around to show her body off to me and then grabbed her unexpectedly to pull her over my knee on the couch.

This is where I started to turn my brain off and my dominant side just took over. I began spanking her firm ass gently but with increasing intensity. No matter how hard I hit her, she would just take it with loud moans. I ran my hands around her pussy but never touched it, teasing her relentlessly and driving her insane.

Eventually I gave in and started to gently massage just the outside of her lips. The teasing and build up had gotten to her and she was a dripping mess the moment my fingers touched her.

Finding myself rock hard, I abruptly told her to get on her knees. I took my pants off and as soon as she saw my dick, she greedily grabbed it and started stroking it while looking up at me in awe. I guided her mouth down on it and she enthusiastically started taking me in her mouth. I told her to not be shy, and to be nice and sloppy for daddy.

Soon enough my cock is a mess from her spit and she's grinning at how much she's making me moan. I tell her she's greedy and making me even harder. She can only laugh and say, "yea, it's so fucking big." (about 7 inches in length and 6 in girth). She's a good learner and catches her stride, figuring out exactly how I like to be sucked off. I moan out I'm going to cum soon and she begins to suck me off and stroke me faster. With little warning I explode deep in her mouth and she unrelentingly takes all my cum down her throat, it felt like I came for a solid minute. I was reeling from how intense the orgasm was and when she finally let off my cock she giggled sexily with a look of pride on her face.

Not wasting any time and still rock hard, I pull her up and bend her over my knee again, deciding to reward her for making me cum so hard. I start massaging her pussy and it's an absolute soaking mess from just sucking me off. I love a good little girl who gets wet from making me cum down her throat. Before long, I slide a finger in her, and then two. She's so tight she can barely take it all but she's begging for me to fill her up more and more.

I decide enough is enough and throw her on her back, put her legs up in the air on my shoulders, and without warning slide my cock as deep as I can in her, which was only about the 3/4 of the way. She took it like a princess though and immediately started moaning out while I pounded her. I pinned her under the weight of my body, pulled her hair, and just started dominating her tight little pussy, taking more and more of me as she adjusted to my size. "Holy fuck, you're not even all the way in?" is all she could moan out as she adjusted and slowly began to take more of me. She was a giggly mess, whispering out how much fun she was having and how she hasn't been in this level of sub space in a long time ago.

I then threw her on the ground and started fucking her from behind, where she was even tighter. I now had easy access to her ass and immediately got to spanking her hard and sliding my thumb in her ass while I fucked her with her hair pulled back, which she enjoyed and begged for more.

I reached for my belt and asked if I could use it on her. She hesitantly said yes, saying it had been a long time since she tried anything like it and to be gentle on her. I grabbed my thick leather belt and softly spanked her across her shoulders, back, and ass while I was deep inside her. Gently at first, which she took quite well, and then building in intensity. Before long I was using all my force with every whip and she was loving every second of it. Every lash of my belt left deep red marks on her, and within minutes she was covered with them, all while I was stretching her pussy out. I even took my belt and choked her firmly with it, which I could tell she loved because her pussy got so much wetter the moment the leather was wrapped around her neck. She asked me to take some pictures of her back while I was fucking her so she could admire the marks later, to which I happily obliged.

After a certain point I zoned out and just focused on the sensation of her tight pussy which was taking all of me quite well now. I could feel my orgasm building and told her, which prompted her to beg for my cum inside repeatedly. This was all it take for me to pound the shit out of her until I exploded with cum balls deep inside her. She moaned out she could feel my dick pulsing, and my orgasm lasted for another solid minute. Spent, I pulled out and admired my cum starting to pour out of her.

We cuddled and before long she said she brought her toys and wanted to use them to cum. I told her to go get them; she got under the blanket and cuddled up to me, using a suction toy against her clit. I wrapped one arm around her tightly and with my other I began to choke her and whisper in her ear all the dirty things we did and talked about earlier. Within a couple of minutes her orgasm began building, to which I only tightened my grip further around her neck in response to. "Just think about daddy's hot load dripping out of you all night long" is the last thing I said to her before she started cumming, convulsing sexily in my arms. I choked her through her orgasm, whispering "that's a good fucking girl" in her ear which made her whimper and writh even more.

We then cuddled and chatted for several more minutes, she was as inquisitive as ever as soon as the sex was over. It was getting late and she had to drive home, so I walked her to her car. We shared an intimate hug and I kissed her goodnight, telling her to text me once she got home. It was an interestingly intimate experience, I'd never hooked up with somebody who already had an idea or was curious about my sexual proclivities beforehand. I told her I'd write about it and share it with her, and so here we are. Quite meta and full circle :)

The amazing thing about America Online ("AOL") was that if you worked it just a little, you could daisy-chain multiple hook-ups off of it. The culture of AOL lent itself to ask someone new that you'd meet if they had ever met someone else off AOL in person. Invariably, you both had and then it was a sentence of two before you're telling what you did with your past partners. I'm here to tell you - there was no judgment. No one ever thought of the other as a 'slut' or a 'man whore.' Rather, you held each other in esteem; it was erotic to hear what they did in the past and what they, hopefully, will do with you if/when you met.

This phenomenon was best illustrated to me in 1998-99. In the summer of '98, I had a FWB relationship with a girl two years younger than me named Julie. Julie lived in a nearby suburb but attended a different college. A brief description of Julie's charms: She was Italian with a pretty face; large conical breasts; a trimmed yet ample brown bush, a musky - dare I say, stinky, pussy with a shell-like, wide vaginal opening. We hooked up twice in the summer of '98. Each time, I went down on Julie, and she returned the favor with a blow job. Cumming with Julie was interestingly consistent but by no means boring: Each time, after a delightful orgasm with my penis firmly planted in her mouth, the first heave of semen literally sailed down Julie's throat and was met by a guttural swallow on her part. She gamely swallowed all but the last two spurts of cum, which landed in my pubic hair.

When Julie and I were at our respective schools we communicated a lot by this new thing called 'AOL.' At some point in late '98, Julie starts going out exclusively with a guy she met at her school. No big deal; I was happy for her. We were always FWB's, both of us not wanting to do the long distance thing knowing that we'd have plenty of options on our respective college campuses. (Her more so than me!) But we would chat, platonically, when we happened to be on AOL at the same time.

By 1999, beyond using AOL as a means to keep in touch with friends, I had hooked up with a fair amount of women chatting with members in my geographical area. I recounted this to Julie in one of our chats in the fall of 1999.

I tried to be as innocuous as possible and said, "You know, this AOL is actually a pretty good dating tool."

There is a longer delay in Julie's response time than I typically experienced, and I'm beginning to think my attempt at being innocuous wasn't so innocuous.

But eventually she replies, "I know! I have a friend, Natalie, who's met a few guys off of AOL. If you want, I can ask her if she'd like me to give you her screen name so the next time you guys are online at the same time, you could chat."

I tell Julie that I'd love to get Natalie's screen name. Julie asks her, and Natalie was fine with it. I'm pretty sure Natalie and I were both on AOL the very evening Julie gave me her screen name, and we hit it off.

In our second chat I asked Natalie if she ever met any guys off of AOL in person. Correctly sensing that I already knew the answer through Julie, Natalie coyly responded, "I think you already know I have ... "

Upping the ante, I replied, "Alright, alright, Julie did tell me you met some guys in person, but she didn't tell me how far you went with them when you met."

Natalie said, "I should hope not," in mock indignation because shortly thereafter a new message popped up: "Kissing, feeling up and if I'm feeling particularly frisky I might allow some fingering and give him a hand job."

Natalie, in turn, asked me the same question, and I replied that I don't usually have sex on the first meet-up but I'd likely do everything up to that point.

Natalie replied with the then-nascent term "lol," and went on to type, "I'm glad you're being honest."

"What do you mean," I queried (pretending not to know).

Natalie replied that a "little birdie" told her that I like to "go down," and that I was "very thorough."

I thanked Julie in my head for the endorsement, and in response to Natalie I thought it couldn't hurt to give Julie an endorsement of my own, typing, "Ohh, I think I know who this 'little birdie' is and, while not going into details, I will say I really enjoyed going down on her."

Generously, Natalie intimated, "Lol! Yeah, she enjoyed it too."

So now Natalie is intrigued. She knows I went down on her friend, that her friend liked it, and that I enjoyed doing it. Chances are she'd like to have her pussy licked too and tell Julie all about it. I don't mention any of this thought process to Natalie. Instead, with her Thanksgiving Break arriving soon, I tell her that I'd really like to meet her in person over her break from school. She wants to meet me too, but she asks if I can bring a friend and she can bring a friend and make it a double-date.

I agree that it's a great idea, and I had just the wingman in mind, my buddy Brad. So now Brad is likely going to get to hook up, and he hasn't invested one minute of chatting on AOL. But that's part of the magic of AOL, isn't it? My house is vacant for a few days over Natalie and her friend's break. During this time I arrange to have Natalie, her friend (not Julie), and Brad over. After watching a movie, Brad and Natalie's friend go to the guest room and hook up, and I give Natalie 'the tour' of my house. The tour naturally ends in my bedroom. As soon as I shut the door, Natalie and I are kissing. Natalie has a very pretty face with sandy blond hair and a voluptuous figure. I would say Julie had a slightly better body than Natalie, but Natalie's face was prettier. Natalie does not want to take her bra off, but she does let me remove her pants. She's hesitant to let me finger her because she's on her period. I can tell Natalie has a tampon in, so I say what I have in past situations, "We can leave your tampon in, and I can lick your clitorus," (a concept I privately think of as 'eating around the string.') Natalie responds with that erotic mix of embarrassment trumped by horniness, "Uggghhh, I can't believe I'm letting you do this, but, okay, let's leave my underwear on, but if you want to slide them over you can go down on me."

I wasn't sure why she wanted to leave her panties on because when I slid them aside, I really slid them aside, exposing her entire vulva. But I wasn't going to object if keeping them on made her feel more comfortable. She had very close to a shaved pussy, just some very closely shorn dishwater blond hairs above her clit. She has bulbous labia majora, but, using both hands, I spread her outer labia apart to reveal the cutest, tiniest, pink pussy nestled within. Yepp, there's that tell-tale string dangling from her inner folds. I proceed to lick and kiss her clit; it's decidely small but stiffened in arousal. I continue doing this for I'd say 10-12 minutes, and Natalie has an orgasm. Rather than her stated hand job, Natalie returns the favor with a deep throat blow job. My lamp is on so I'm watching this amazing feat. I even said, "Wow, Natalie, deep throat!" She laughed through her nose (my cock fully inhabiting her mouth and throat) and smiles up at me with her pretty eyes. It was a total queen move! She doesn't have to work too hard; about two minutes into it I moan, "Uggggghhhhh, here it comes ..." I thought that, like Julie, Natalie would attempt to swallow my load, but as soon as I announced, Natalie took me out of her mouth and jerked out four 'silly strings' of jism on my abdomen and chest.

Natalie got me toilet paper from my bathroom so I could clean up and said, "Sorry, Julie warned me about that; I didn't think I could swallow all of it."

I responded, "Don't worry, I have absolutely no problem with it, and, yes, both you and Julie made me cum a lot!"

I then I told her that her vagina would look beautiful with her natural blonde hair and that she should grow it out.

Natalie laughed and said, "You know what? I'm going to take you up on that; shaving is so uncomfortable for me."

Natalie goes back to college after Thanksgiving break. December rolls around, and I'm on AOL. I met a woman named Angie. We hit it off. Yes, she has met guys off of AOL in the past. I didn't ask what she did with them, but she asked me when I last met a girl off of AOL and what I did with her. I referred to my tryst with Natalie less than a week earlier and told her that "I went down on her, and she blew me."

Angie responded faux-shocked with, "Woah! On first meeting?"

Now, as I said, Angie was faux-shocked. Even though I was taking a more reserved, gentlemanly approach to my AOL strategy tonight, I knew she had met at least one other guy before me and hooked up if not fucked him. So I said something that always seemed to work when I'd get the faux-shock treatment about Natalie (which also happened to be true):

"Well, we were both attracted to each other, and it just felt right."

Expectedly, Angie was satisfied with my response, and she met me at a local diner that night. Angie and I hooked up, but for purposes of this story, I'll report that I ate Angie out and she gave me a hand job while I did so. (In case there's any interest in reading the complete gonewildstory of Angie and me, here it is:

 https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/1on54z3/ready_aim_fire/

Meanwhile, I'm still keeping in touch with Natalie over AOL when we both happen to be online. Shortly after my hook-up with Angie, Natalie and I are chatting. I asked if she was still growing out her bush. She said, "yes." I then ask if she's been hooking up at school. She tells me she gave a guy a hand job under a blanket while watching a movie at a friend's apartment. Perhaps concerned that such an admission might spoil a future rendez-vous, she adds for good measure, "Don't worry, he didn't have as big of a cock as you."

I say, "Lol. Thanks for that! And I'll bet that hair didn't stand in the way of this guy fingering you."

Another "lol," from Natalie and "Nope. I wish it did. He tried to put too many fingers in at once."

"Oh no," I typed, "You have a very cute but tight vagina. Even if you weren't on your period when we hooked up I still would have only put one finger inside of you."

"Aww, such a gentleman," she replied, "How about you? Any hook-ups?"

I tell her I met a girl off of AOL earlier that month and went down on her. She replies, "Mmmm, lucky girl. Did she return the favor?"

"Kind of," I reply, "She did the same thing to me that you did to your guy under the blanket while I ate her out."

"Awww, that's no fair" she sympathized, "If a guy's going down on me, I'm going down on him."

"Oh yes, I remember! Trust me, this girl had nothing on you, Natalie."

I then add, "Hey, with Winter Break around the corner, would you like to get together again when you're in town?"

"I'd love to," Natalie sweetly replies.

Winter Break arrives, and Natalie and I see a really slow movie, The Straight Story. I'm playing with her newly grown-in bush the whole time. No fingering because, alas, it's that time of the month again for Natalie. Natalie is fondling my penis inside my pants. Eventually I had to move her hand and whispered, "This feels so good, but I don't want to cum too soon." I tell her this which elicits a grin and eyebrow raise. We hold off until we can get back to my once again vacant home. Once again, Natalie does not remove her bra. She does let me take her panties off. There's that familiar string but this time there are ample dishwater blond hairs above the clitorus and down the sides. Not too long because she's only been growing it out for a month or so, but beautiful. I lick her clit again. Afterwards she gives me the same awesome deep throating blowjob. I announce, "I'm gonna shoot." Natalie giggles, again, removes my penis from her mouth, jerks me off and this time I outdo even last time's watershow. "Yepp," I could never swallow all of that," Natalie says.

So I've known Jessica since freshman year. We met in orientation and she's been my ride or die since then. I've been to her parent’s house like a million times but her dad moved out last year after the divorce and now he has this apartment near campus.

Jess invited me to stay over this weekend since her mom's place is being renovated and her dad was supposed to pick us up from campus but Jess got called into work last minute, so it was just me in his car. I've always thought he was kinda hot in a dad way like he has these grey hairs at his temples and he wears glasses and he's just quite put together but I never admitted that to anyone because hello, he's my best friend's dad and like twice my age.

We got to his place and ordered Thai food. He asked if I wanted to watch a movie and I said sure. We ended up putting on Dune part 2 and it was fucking legendary. I am officially jumping on the bandwagon.

Jess texted saying she was gonna be super late, like past midnight. Her dad said I should just start the movie without her…so we did.

About an hour in I realized I was leaning against him like my head was basically on his shoulder and his arm was behind me on the couch. I should've moved but I didn't instead I kept thinking about how this was wrong but also how nice he smelled.  He smelled like cedar or something.

"You're shivering," he said. "Are you cold?”

"A little," I lied because I wasn't cold.

He put his arm around me and pulled me closer and I just let him do it. My heart was going crazy and I kept telling myself to get up, to move away, to act normal but I didn't.

His hand started moving on my shoulder just rubbing it in circles and then it moved lower all the way to my waist. I was wearing this little tank top and pajama shorts and I suddenly felt very aware of how much skin was showing.

"Helly," he said and his voice sounded different. I told him we shouldn’t be doing this.

He turned my face toward him and looked at me for a second like he was deciding something already. Then all of a sudden he kissed me. It was soft at first then he started going harder, his tongue was in my mouth and his hands in my hair. I couldn't believe this was happening with Jessica's dad as in my best friend's dad.

He picked me up like I didn’t even weigh anything and carried me to his bedroom. He laid me on the bed and I was just lying there watching him undress. He had this body that was older but still strong and still well defined. When he climbed on top of me I felt really small and I liked it.

"We can't tell Jessica," he said as he started to pull my shirt off and I told him I promised not to tell her. I pinky promised on that.

I can say that he really took his time with me. His hands were all over me touching my waist, my thighs, squeezing my boobs. I kept making these stupid little sounds and I felt so embarrassed but it felt too good to tell him to stop.

When he finally pushed inside, I was catching my breath. He was thicker than I expected and it took me a second to get used to it. He went slow at first, checking my face every few seconds like he didn’t want to hurt me. I just held onto his arms and tried to breathe.

I came the first time on his fingers. My legs started shaking and I had to bury my face in his neck so I wouldn’t make too much noise. Then later when he was fucking me I came again then it just hit me out of nowhere so I closed my eyes hard and grabbed his back really tight.

He pulled out right before he finished and it was warm and sticky. We just laid there after feeling sweaty and quiet trying to catch our breath. He put his arm around me for a bit and I felt this heavy guilt. Like fuck this is Jessica’s dad, what the hell is wrong with me?

But I didn’t also completely regret it either.

Jessica got home about an hour later. As soon as I saw her, I  pretended to be asleep on the couch.

This happened in my art class during my(18F) art class last year and i wanted to share it. Okay so I needed extra credit for my art elective so when the professor asked for a volunteer model for the figure drawing session I stupidly raised my hand without thinking. I thought I would just sit there in clothes. Nope but instead they wanted nude.

When I got to the studio there were like 12 students already set up with their easels. My heart was pounding so hard, the professor gave me a robe and told me I could keep it on until I was ready. I went behind the screen, took everything off and literally stood there shaking for a minute. I kept thinking “Melanie you idiot, everyone is going to see you naked.”

I finally dropped the robe and got on the platform. The first pose was sitting on a stool with legs crossed. I felt so exposed then the professor asked me to do a lying pose on my side…that’s when it got crazy.

One of the students was this guy named James. He’s a senior who is really talented. While everyone was drawing he kept looking at me differently and it wasn’t just in a way you would say he was being artistic, like I mean he was actually seeing me.

During the break he came over while I was putting the robe back on and whispered “you’re really beautiful up there.” I blushed like crazy. After class he offered to show me his sketches, so we went to a small side room and he locked the door.

I don’t know what came over me but I let the robe I was wearing fall open. He stared at me for a second and he came closer to me and started kissing me like crazy.

His hands were everywhere on my body. He squeezing my tits really hard, grabbing my ass, using his hands to rub continuously between my legs. And I was already soaking wet from being completely naked in front of the whole class for an hour. He started fingering me while kissing my neck and I came really fast. I had to use my hands to cover my mouth and he also used his hands to do same so I wouldn’t moan too loud but he still allowed me to let out a little moan because apparently he loved the sound and it just made him to want to keep thrusting harder.

Then he bent me over this little table and fucked me from behind. It felt really hot and intense. We were trying so hard to keep it low because I could still hear people talking outside the door but the moment was just hot for us to contain if well . He pulled my hair a bit and kept telling me how hot I looked up there posing naked. And this time I cummed again but if was even harder this time. Right after, he pulled out and came all over my back.

We cleaned up as fast as we could with some paper towels and he acted totally normal when we walked out because nobody had any idea.

When I see him till date around the campus, I still get butterflies in my stomach every time I see like it’s so hard to act normal whenever we pass by each other because it always gets me thinking “ so I actually let this guy who is my senior from my art class fuck me in the back room after I modeled naked for everyone.”. I don’t know but it felt just a little dirty but what can I do about it because I can’t deny the fact that I actually loved it

okay I genuinely think sexting has completely ruined my ability to act normal lately because something so embarrassing happened to me today. I was sitting in the Costco parking lot earlier trying to answer a few messages before driving home and somehow I got completely distracted again.

And when I say distracted I mean totally sitting there blushing at my phone rereading messages over and over and feeling all hot for literally no reason like my brain is actually broken lately.

One guy especially had been getting so into my head all afternoon and I could literally feel myself blushing just sitting there in my car while people were walking by with their carts with groceries and normal lives and meanwhile my brain was so not normal at all

At some point I started taking a few harmless selfies for him because apparently I’ve completely lost the ability to behave lately. Which turned into adjusting my top a little. Which turned into taking more pictures. Which turned into me getting way too carried away because I was so caught up in the attention and excitement and honestly kind of horny and not thinking straight anymore.

And then I looked up and this guy walking past my car was very obviously staring right at me. Like right at me.

I swear my entire body instantly went hot because I suddenly realized he probably saw way more than I meant for anyone to see while I was sitting there distracted taking selfies in a Costco parking lot like a complete idiot. I could feel my cheeks burning.

And honestly the worst part is instead of just feeling embarrassed like a normal person I spent the whole drive home feeling all shaky and weirdly turned on about it.

Part 1

After that first time with Mark i was completely obsessed. For days he didn’t come over and i was losing my mind. Every single night i’d lay in bed with my hand between my legs, rubbing my pussy slow and then fast, replaying how his fingers felt inside me and how his tongue licked me. I came so many times whispering his name, feeling guilty as hell but so addicted. I kept wondering if he regretted it, if he was avoiding me. I had no idea he was married back then… that would make everything even hotter and riskier.

Then one warm afternoon he showed up with my dad to fix something in the garden. I stayed inside the living room, heart pounding, pretending to watch tv in my little tank top and short skirt. My nipples were already hard just knowing he was outside. After a while dad said he had to run to the store for more tools and would be back in about 30 minutes. The second dad’s car pulled away, Mark walked in, locked the door, and came straight over to the couch where i was sitting.

He sat right next to me, so close our thighs pressed together. His hand landed on my bare knee and slowly slid up under my skirt. “Hey baby,” he said in that deep voice, “did you miss me?”

I blushed hard, super shy, staring at my lap. “I… i thought maybe you didn’t want to see me again,” i whispered.

Mark smiled and moved his hand higher, brushing his fingers over my panties. “Oh i wanted to. I’ve been jerking my thick cock every night thinking about how sweet your little virgin pussy tasted.” He started rubbing me through the fabric with two fingers, slow circles right over my clit. “Fuck Ana… you’re already dripping wet again for me.”

I jumped a little but opened my legs wider without thinking. “Mark… my dad could come back any minute,” i said nervously, my voice all shaky.

He didn’t stop. He leaned in, kissed my neck softly while his fingers kept rubbing faster. Then he pushed my panties to the side and slid one thick finger deep inside me. I gasped loud and grabbed his arm. “So tight and warm,” he groaned, slowly pumping it in and out. He added a second finger, stretching me, curling them against that spot that made me see stars. His thumb never stopped rubbing my clit in perfect circles.

I was breathing so fast, face burning red. “I touched myself every night thinking about you,” i admitted quietly, embarrassed.

“That’s my good girl,” he whispered, fingering me deeper. “Tell me how you did it.” His other hand slipped under my tank top, squeezed my tit hard and pinched my nipple. I moaned softly, hips grinding on his hand like a desperate little slut. He kept going, fingers fucking me faster, palm slapping lightly against my wet pussy. I was so close already.

He pulled his fingers out, brought them to my mouth and made me suck them clean. “Taste how sweet you are baby.” Then he pushed me back on the couch, yanked my skirt up, pulled my panties off completely and buried his face between my legs. His warm tongue licked long slow stripes up my slit before sucking my clit hard. Two fingers slid back inside me, pumping fast while he ate me like he was starving. I was shaking, grabbing his hair, trying so hard not to moan too loud.

After i came hard on his tongue, trembling and soaking his face, he stood up, pulled out his thick hard cock and rubbed the head up and down my soaked pussy.

“You ready for me to fuck you now, baby?” he asked, voice rough. “I’ve been waiting to stretch this tight little virgin hole.”

I nodded, still shy but aching for it. “Please Mark… be gentle.”

He pushed inside me slowly. I gasped and grabbed his shoulders, it hurt but felt so full and good at the same time. “Oh god… you’re so big,” i whimpered.

He started thrusting deeper, kissing me to keep me quiet. “That’s it baby… take my cock. You feel so fucking good.” He fucked me harder on my bed while my dad was out, telling me how tight i was, how he’d been jerking off thinking about me, how he loved how wet i got for an older married man.

I came so hard around him, biting my lip to stay quiet. He pulled out just in time and came all over my stomach.

We barely had time to clean up before dad got back. Mark gave me a quick kiss and whispered “our secret baby. I’ll come back for more soon.”

That was the day i stopped being a virgin… and the start of months of sneaking around with my dad’s married best friend.

Great conversation, amazing chemistry, and when I invited him back to my place, he was sure things were heading in the right direction. They barely made it through my front door before they were all over each other, stumbling toward my bedroom. Then BEEEEEEP. rushed to the kitchen no smoke, no fire. I grabbed a chair to reach the alarm, but in my haste, I knocked over a very questionable-looking smoothie she’d been blending earlier. It splattered everywhere including all over Derek’s pants. And not just anywhere on his pants m eyes widened. Derek looked down. His jeans were now covered in a thick, chunky, bright green liquid… right at crotch level. Then he said while peeling off his pants and said im gonna go home now