Alternate title: The time someone tried to recruit me into the *army* during sex.
## Friday: Jul 2
[My fifth hookup for the week](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ozz7nx/i_spent_a_week_hopping_from_bed_to_bed_after/) was George, a pilot. He wasn’t an airline pilot, but rather a fighter pilot who happened to be in town. My first thought was that he lived in an airbase, which didn’t make sense. There wasn’t one around here for miles, and I wasn’t sure how he’d sneak me onto a protected military base, but it turned out George had cleared out some time and booked a hotel room for us.
“Are you sure you’re not pimping me out?” I texted my boyfriend, [as I left Sam’s apartment](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/p0ii8n/day_4_of_hopping_from_bed_to_bed_for_an_entire/).
“Relax, he’s a friend of a friend!”
He didn’t really answer the question, but I wasn’t going to look the gift horse in the mouth.
George lived “halfway between my city and his airbase” with his family, and he was here for a week off. He was willing to buy me dinner and drinks, in exchange for a night of sex… or more.
And that’s how I ended up at a mall looking for secondhand dresses. Technically, this was a breach of the rules. I wasn’t supposed to buy new clothes, only steal clothes from others, but my boyfriend agreed that this was an exceptional situation. If anything, I’d just stay out for an additional night on Sunday night.
George also offered to pay for my dress, which was very nice of him but pretty unnecessary. I didn’t want him to spend more than he was already spending, and I doubt he’d be measured even if he was buying me a dress for a single night.
I picked a dark green dress, with a very enticing slit up the side of my left thigh. It was a little too loose for my already flat chest, but it showed off my legs and that’s all that matters. The salesperson informed me that this dress should be worn with safety shorts to protect my modesty and I laughed.
“Thanks for letting me know! I was gonna wear it without panties before you told me!”
The salesperson and I laughed, but I don’t think they actually thought I was gonna do it. I changed into my new dress immediately and I did my makeup in the washroom. To my delight, I realized the salesperson was right. Whenever I took a big step, the dress would ride up my leg, revealing the color of my underwear… or lack thereof.
Perfect.
George picked me up at the underground carpark in the late afternoon. He had a nice car, but what really took me by surprise was the fact that my boyfriend got out of the front passenger seat. They laughed, and my boyfriend winked at me. “Happy hunting.”
George waved me over, and I climbed in. There was no way to do it gracefully without flashing the driver and anybody outside. He reached over and opened the glove compartment, to reveal an oddly familiar drawstring bag.
“Hey, your man brought some of your toys for you.”
A thin pair of nipple tweezers, my Bluetooth vibrator, and a dildo. Essentials for a night of debauchery, and I added the Bluetooth vibrator to my outfit.
George and I hit it off. He was charming and funny, and we kept our hands to ourselves. He shared how he met my boyfriend at a networking event in his college, and we talked about my college degree, which left me feeling more like I was talking to an army recruiter than someone I was gonna fuck. The pay was pretty competitive, but I don’t think I’m all that suited to the military bureaucracy when I could be going into academia instead.
Dinner was classier than I expected, at a North African/Middle Eastern restaurant. The conversation meandered through my postgraduate plans and his career as a pilot, but George kept me distracted with his fingers ghosting over the slit in my dress and the vibrator pressed firmly against my clit and G-spot, as we worked our way through all 3 courses.
As dinner came to an end, George and I split a baklava for dessert. I knew baklavas were made from nuts and honey, but I didn’t know enough to make any double entendres, and telling him I wanted his nuts in my mouth felt inappropriate in such a classy establishment. I only figured out how to get George’s blood flowing as I started to polish off the last of my dessert. I leaned over and whispered, “You know, my dress is kinda revealing.”
George’s fingers ran up my bare thigh. I rested my hand on his, willing him to go just a little further, to touch my aching clit.
“Huh, is that supposed to surprise me?”
“No, but it *would* be a shame if I were to accidentally drop something and flash the entire restaurant,” I replied, dangling the fork over the edge of the table.
“Hm. I’m calling for the bill.”
“Not fast enough, *sir*.” I dropped the fork off the table, and it clanged against the marble floor. “Oops.”
George grabbed my wrist, pinning it against his thigh. “Bad girl. Are you trying to get me banned from this restaurant?”
“No sir,” I replied.
He flicked my nipple tweezer through my dress, sending a spike of pain through my chest. “You sure? [Boyfriend’s name] did warn me you’re quite the brat.”
I nodded, and he relaxed his grip around my wrist as the waiter came with the bill. After paying for our dinner and leaving a sizable tip, George gripped me by the wrist and rushed me back to the parking garage, seemingly ignoring the fact that I was practically flashing everybody in front of me.
“Where are we going?”
George led me to his car, and he backed me up against the hood.
“You’re cute when you’re annoyed,” I remarked, pressing my bare thigh between his legs. “Are you gonna fuck me… *sir*?”
He slid a hand between my thighs, circling around my clit and my toy. I whined a little, as he felt how wet my pussy was.
“You like being a slut in public.”
It wasn’t even a question. I nodded, trying to clamp my thighs around his hand. George pressed his palm against my crotch, and I instinctively bucked against it, rocking the toy against his hand.
I was so close. I made a show of it, moaning audibly and gripping both hands around his wrist. I wanted his fingers soaked with my juices. I wanted him to see how close I was.
At the very last moment, he pulled his hand from my crotch. I caught my breath and whined, “S-sir!”
“Whores don’t get to cum,” he said, tugging on my nipple tweezers.
“That’s not fair,” I mumbled. “I was just trying to spice up dinner.”
“Suck my fucking dick then,” he ordered, pressing a hand on the back of my head and guiding me down. My eyes brightened in excitement, and I quickly unzipped his pants to release his aching cock. It was the perfect length, long enough to deepthroat, but short enough for me to fit him down my throat in a single motion.
I looked up at him, a hand on the base of his cock as I licked my lips. “You’re so fucking wet, sir.”
I planted a few kisses along his shaft and started stroking him off slowly.
“Talk less, whore.”
I gave him one last kiss on the tip of his cock, before taking him inside my mouth. I slurped and sucked sloppily on his cock, my hands holding the back of his thighs for support. George held onto my head with both hands, guiding his cock down my throat. He groaned as my lips met the base of his cock in a single stroke and I could see his eyes light up in delight.
What a sight we must have been, as he fucked his cock down my throat effortlessly, from tip to base. I moaned around his cock, making loud slurps as I worked my tongue on the base of his cock.
As George’s balls began to tighten, he pulled out. I stroked his cock and kissed his sack. “They must be so full of cum, sir.”
He lifted me to my feet and spun me around, pressing me against the hood of his car. In a single motion, he pulled the back of my dress up and yanked my toy out, exposing my bare ass to the world.
I felt George tease his cock around my pussy.
“Hmm, I ought to just cum on your back and dump you out on the street.”
Did my boyfriend coach him? God damn, he was humiliating me in all the right ways.
“*Please…*”
“Hm?”
“Please fuck me sir! *Ple–*”
He angled my hips up, and pushed the head of his cock into my dripping pussy. He pulled my body towards him and thrust forward, sinking himself into me, filling me with every millimeter of his cock.
“Fuck!” I shrieked. He asked something, about not wanting people to hear my slutty cries, but fuck it. This was some good cock, and I needed to cum now.
“Fuck, there’s so much cock,” I whimpered, clenching my fists. George picked up his pace, hands on my waist, pulling me in with every thrust of his hips.
“C-close! I’m close!” I called out. He grunted in response, smacking my ass loudly as he kept his pace going. “Good girl.”
My legs shuddered as I came on his cock, and my pussy tightened almost painfully around him, as he continued to pound me through my orgasm.
“Gonna cum,” he groaned. I laughed in delight, “Cum in me, sir! Cum in your fucking *cumslut*, let it drip down my fucking thighs!”
I heard George’s breath catch in his throat, moments before he pressed his hips against mine, cumming deep in me.
After pulling out of me, George unlocked his car and fished out some tissues from the glove compartment. While it would have been hot to drip his cum onto his leather seats, he probably thought otherwise. I plugged myself with my toy while I moved around him and sat down on the passenger seat. With one hand, I cleaned my pussy off with some tissue, while I stroked his softening cock and cleaned off my juices with my other hand.
We drove back to the hotel after this. George declined a blowjob as we drove back to his hotel or in the hotel elevator, partially because he needed some *medical assistance*. I’m not one to judge. I’m on birth control pills and I need psychiatric medication to even cope with life. What’s a little blue pill compared to this? Besides, I was more than glad to get him turned on again. Sometimes, it’s just as easy as spreading my legs apart and reclining the seat, so that I could masturbate in peace.
Alas, my vibrator died just as I was about to cum for the second time. George sniggered as I raised my seat back up unhappily. He promised to let me cum on his cock as soon as we returned to the hotel room.
I took that literally, of course. Once the door shut, my hands began to unbuckle his belt.
“You really can’t wait?”
Fine, I could wait. We took our pills together, washing them down with a glass of water, before I continued my assault on our clothes. I took off my dress inelegantly. There’s a time and place for a striptease, but I wanted cock now. To my delight, George was getting hard again.
He insisted on getting a blowjob first, which technically counted as “being on his cock” as far as I was concerned. I kneeled on the floor between his legs, and dropped a hand to my clit. With my other hand, I gently cradled his scrotum, feeling his cock grow in my mouth, and I choked myself on his now-hard cock as I came.
By then, George was ready to fuck me again. With the comfort of a hotel room, he could finally pound me into the mattress or up against the window overlooking the city. He raved about how tight I was, which isn’t surprising, considering how he kept both my ass and my pussy stretched out with my dildo. We actually had to take a short break a few hours in because it was starting to hurt too much.
Over drinks (whiskey for him, and a flat white for me), George continued attempting to not-so-subtly recruit me. It turns out the armed forces would pay very favorably for a college graduate with my degree and first class honours. I tried to shut him up with a handjob and subsequently, a blowjob, but it only changed the nature of his recruitment pitch. Now all he could talk about was the amount of fit people I could bang in the armed forces.
I finally got George to shut up when I dragged him cock-first back to bed so I could ride his face.
To be fair, not everything George said were recruitment spiels. As he fucked me in the ass, he shared why my boyfriend introduced the two of us together. George needed to… entertain some foreign friends, and he was charged with… obtaining the entertainment for the night. My boyfriend suggested me, but George wanted to *sample* the goods before making a decision. Now I’m stupid horny, but even while I was cumming from a cock in my ass and a vibrator pressing on my G-spot, everything about it sounded like a bad idea. Every clarification and detail he gave were red flags upon red flags.
But getting railed by 5 men as old as my father? That was hot as hell.
I told George at the end of the night, that I wanted to hear more details first, and maybe give my pussy some time to cool down so that my rational brain could think this through too. Which was perfectly fine. He offered to let me stay the night so I could sleep on my decision, and so that he could sample my body once or twice before heading out to enjoy his weekend.
Including the fucks George gave me on Saturday morning, he came 6! times!! 10/10 would recommend fucking a fighter pilot again. 0/10 would recommend listening to an army recruiter.
| Location | Total loads | Loads from George |
|:—:|:—:|:—:|
| Mouth | 6 | 2 |
| Pussy | 8 | 2 |
| Ass | 4 | 2 |
| On me | 0 | 0 |
Next up, the weekend! Where I attend a frat party as a trashy slut!
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/p2h4c8/i_spent_a_week_hopping_from_bed_to_bed_after
What a start to summer. Have you extra stories for the rest of July and August?