[FM] Every guy deserves a Vday BJ

“Hey”

“Hey”

“You at home?”

“Yeah.”

“Cool. Can I call over?”

“Don’t you want to spend valentines day with your cunt of a girlfriend?”

“Dinner’s not til 8…. It’d be nice to get a blowjob today.”

This was the text chain I had with John just after work on valentines day last week (Oh yeah, regular readers, I got a new job, it’s going well!)

We’d been hooking up since my slutty confession happened and he had told me a lot of shit May said about me to him after they met me, which moved me from disliking May, to straight up hating that cunt.

(see here: [https://www.reddit.com/r/SluttyConfessions/comments/10qpgnj/i_did_the_right_thing_that_didnt_go_very_well_so/](https://www.reddit.com/r/SluttyConfessions/comments/10qpgnj/i_did_the_right_thing_that_didnt_go_very_well_so/))

Also, according to John, May doesn’t suck cock, so I was happy to provide a mouth to her man behind her back.

I changed out of my work clothes, just pulling on a simple dress over my bra and panties, and waited for John to ring the doorbell. I let him in, led him into my room. We chatted about our days while he took his already hard cock out of his pants and sat on the edge of my bed.

[FM] An Alley Fuck

I was on a night out with some friends, in a nightclub, on the dancefloor, kissing a guy.

He had one hand on my ass, the other on a tit. I had one hand around his neck, while the other rubbed his rock hard cock through his trousers.

“Mmmm, I want your cock so bad” I told him between kisses. My pussy was on fire, my clit was throbbing, I wanted to be fucked so badly.

“Do you want to get out of here?” He asked me.

This was the problem. I didn’t. I wanted to fuck him, badly, but it was 12:30 am, the night was young. I was having a good night with my friends and I wanted to get back to them for a while longer. But, if I left this guy go and tried to find him again at the end of the night, I’d probably lose that opportunity for dick. He’d find another girl, or jerk off in the bathroom, or something.

I didn’t live near the club, and neither did he. So, I did the only thing I could think of that would solve my problem there and then.

[FFM] No Nut November? No, Nut November!

I matched with this guy, Garry, on Tinder in November last year. We started chatting and clicked pretty well. He’s a bit older than me, in his mid 30s to my 26. Bald, tall, handsome face. He was in decent shape, Muscular arms and shoulders over a bit of a beer gut from a swimsuit photo on his profile.

I on the other hand am a BBW and he was very up front that he was into that. I’m 5’9”, Black straight hair past my shoulders, 42-DD tits, wide hips, thick thighs, ass that sticks out behind me, thick tighs and a round belly – that’s me. Once we’d been chatting a while and things started to get steamy, he was gushing about my photos and how my body looked, particularly in my own swimsuit pics.

We agreed to meet for a drink. I wore a low cut top, short skirt and matching underwear. We met, chatted, had a few drinks, kissed a bit. After two drinks I asked him if he wanted to come back to my place, when he sighed and admitted he was doing No Nut November.

[FM] I went too far with a coworker, and I want to go further.

I have this coworker, Zain, who’s married, but he flirts with me a lot. When it’s in the office in front of people, our flirting is limited to harmless banter. When we are in a one on one situation, it tends to get a bit more risque.

We follow each other on Social Media and if I post something risque, like a swimsuit pic or wearing a slutty dress on a night out, he’ll dm me and compliment me on it. If I have a story up where I’m out on the town on the weekend, he’ll ask me if I got lucky the following week.

Zain is gorgeous. Mid 30s, brown wavy hair, square jawed, smile full of perfect teeth, piercing blue eyes, muscular physique. His wife is similarly gorgeous, she’s a lawyer but she could be a model if she really wanted.

I’m something of a BBW myself, Black hair, broad, big tits and ass, thick thighs and a round belly, I’m practically the opposite of his perfect wife.

I asked him one time why he flirts with me when he has her at home, he told me he likes Steak, but sometimes he’s in the mood for a Burger, which perhaps I should have been offended by, but I appreciated the honesty and the Hugh Grant reference.

[FM] They played me

Years ago, when I was in college, I was getting coffee between lectures with my friends Beatrice and Adrianna on a tuesday. Beatrice started boasting about how she went on a date with Jacob, a guy we were friendly with, and she sucked his cock, and he told her it was the best blowjob he’s ever had.

Adrianna interrupted her, taking exception to the statement. She said that she had hooked up with him a few weeks ago and he told her she gave him the best blowjob he’d ever had.

They actually had a weird little argument, getting properly annoyed with each other. “Maybe he tells all the girls who suck his cock that?” I suggested. “Why don’t you ask him which was better?” I teased them, which they dismissed.

I didn’t understand why they cared to be honest. Jacob was a nice guy, alright looking, but nowhere near the hottest guy in our group, not the kind of guy girls would typically swoon over. He was reasonably cute, a little overweight and didn’t put much effort into his clothes. A bit of a nerd. You all know the type, right?

[FM] I needed car fun

I don’t know what came over me, but the last couple of days I coudn’t stop thinking about car fun. It had been a while since I’d fucked in a car and I couldn’t shake the urge to do it.

So last night I’m swiping on tinder, chatting to matches, edging myself, I ask them all “Um, random question, are you free and do you have a car?”. Of the ones who said yes, one of them responded positively to “Do you want to pick me up, take me to an empty car park and let me ride your dick?”

I’m not going to make up a name for him, or describe him beyond he looked alright, had an average dick and a dad bod. I viewed him as a disposable fuck, to be used last night and never to be seen again.

30 minutes later I was wearing a white, lowcut tank top, denim miniskirt, heels, white lase bra and no panties when I got a message to say he was outside. I went downstairs, found his car.

[FM] Let my Flatmate use my Asshole to help him get over his ex

I’m working from home today. Woke up at 9, logged on, pulled on a sports bra, t-shirt and thong before the 9.30 am stand up so I wouldn’t be naked on video. That ended and I went to get breakfast, and I ran into Brian – my flatmate.

I assumed that I had the apartment to myself – hence my walking around half naked – but it turned out Brian was working from home too. Brian was just out of a six month long relationship with Kelly, and he was miserable. It was pretty much the first adult relationship he’d ever had and the breakup totally blindsided him. He’s been miserable for the last two weeks.

Apparently he had woken up and lay in bed too late this morning, so he took an unscheduled work from home day.

Brian and I used to fuck, but we stopped for obvious reasons while he was taken. So, he’s seen my ass on display plenty of times before, but not for a long time. Still, I didn’t think too much about it and stood there chatting brightly while my coffee brewed. I got that and walked back to my room, glancing back briefly to catch him staring.

[FM] I (F26) took (M18) birthday boys virginity this morning.

This is a follow up to my previous story: [https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/xzo0tq/fm_i_f26_gave_an_18_year_old_a_birthday_present/](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/xzo0tq/fm_i_f26_gave_an_18_year_old_a_birthday_present/)

I didn’t get any more action last night after I sucked the birthday boys cock. I went clubbing with my friends, got wasted, and I had an fun night, but no more guys to have fun with.

I woke up at 8 am this morning, naked, hungover and horny. I tried to sleep, but it wouldn’t come, so I started touching myself, edging, thinking about sucking that 18 year old cock, feeling the endorphins start to soothe my hangover.

I decided to say hi and grabbed my phone, and sent him a text (the below conversation is paraphrased and abbreviated in spots)

Me: Hey Matthew, It’s Becka, we met in the bar last night. How are you? Good night?

I put down the phone expecting the usual 15 minutes at least before a guy responded, only for my phone to beep

Him: Hey Becka! It was good. How was your night.

Me: It was good, except I didn’t meet another nice gentleman all night, so I’m lying in bed now by myself, naked and hungover, touching myself and imagining your hard virgin cock in my wet cunt.

[FM] I (F26) gave an 18 year old a birthday present last night.

I was in a local pub last night with a few friends, having a few drinks before going clubbing. There was an 18th birthday party in the pub, with plenty of banners, balloons. An 18 year old was surrounded by a small group of friends and family.

He looked nerdy, but kinda cute. A bit chubby, glasses, baby faced.

Other than the party and a couple of other scattered groups, the bar was relatively quiet.

There’s a long corridor out of the bar to the toilets in this pub. I found myself in there, walking just behind the birthday boy with no one else around. I decided to say Hi.

“Happy Birthday”

“Oh, thanks” he said glancing back.

“Are you 18 today or celebrating a few days early?”

“It was on Thursday, just having the party today.” He explained.

“Cool. Well, if you come into the disabled bathroom with me I’ll give you a birthday present, if you like?” I told him with a grin.

His eyes went wide and he took a second to process my offer. “OK”

[Group] The night I got fucked by a band

When I was in college there was this really divey metal bar that I loved. I’d go there on a saturday night, get cheap drinks, cheap coke from the world’s friendliest dealer, and rock out to local metal bands with like minded students.

When I was 20 I lied and told Martin, the owner, that I was 21 and he gave me a job there for the rest of my time in college.

The best thing about that bar were the gigs on saturday nights. Most bands would be local enough, but a few would drive a couple of hours to come and play. For these Martin would let them crash on a couple of mattresses on the floor of the bar. One of these bands was a Metallica cover band. They went all out to model themselves after early Metallica, four tall, skinny, long haired guys, so I’ll call them James, Kirk, Lars and Cliff (Singer, Guitarist, Drummer and Bassist respectively, they didn’t particularly resemble the guy they’re named after)

They played in that bar every once in a while. I made sure I went on nights they played long before I worked there, because I liked Metallica and I had a huge crush on James. Never got the chance to talk to him before I worked there though.