Author: irishpekingduck

How I became a summer camp slut [FM]

The summer before college I worked as a camp counsellor at this posh kids day camp. I was paid really well for what was essentially babysitting my siblings and hanging out with my friends. Seriously, these people were paying thousands of dollars to dump their offspring on us for things like “sensory play”. I worked a lot with Finn, who I’d seen around town but never really spoke to.

Finn wasn’t my type. Think Ryan Gosling as Ken in the upcoming Margot Robbie Barbie film, if he was in his 20s and had less abs. I much prefer Ryan Gosling in Drive. I would sometimes catch his gaze lingering and in response I would brush up on him, or stand a little too close and see how he’d react. I enjoyed making him flustered, and I know what effect I must’ve had. 18 year old me was a box blonde menace who loved flaunting every bit of skin possible and could still go out partying after a day with the tots. All that aside though, we made a strong team and I found myself looking forward to seeing him everyday. Read more »

Holiday hook-up [FM]

Group holidays are my worst nightmare.

First off, you’re forced to socialise with them starting from flight check-in to baggage claim coming back. I love my friends, but that is way too much time to spend together. Secondly, you have to stay in the same hotel as them, or worse, the same house. Lastly, there’s always group activities and an itinerary to stick to, which I don’t mind for a day or two, but I love having time on my own to explore a new place and get into some trouble.

One of these trips, however, landed me in more trouble than I could ever get into alone.

The eight of us had gone away to celebrate Liam and David’s engagement. I sprung for a suite far from the rest of the group, hoping to enjoy some peace and quiet. The first two days were a blur of sailing, diving, and partying, but on the third night I tapped out early. I’d slipped my number to our gorgeous diving instructor earlier that day and was hoping to have some fun. I had just sent him some suggestive photos of my tan lines, and was settling into my glorious jacuzzi when the doorbell rang. Hastily wrapping a robe around myself, I opened the door to find Josh, who launched into a rant about a fight he’d gotten into with Hannah. Read more »

Prince Kurt, or How I Learnt to Love Dick Piercings [FM] [Oral]

In one of my previous posts I talked about the last time I spoke to / hooked up with Kurt. You can read that post [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/smno34/made_him_lose_control_mf_breeding_kink_longish/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)

Now the first time I went over to Kurt’s house is a different story. We’d been talking for a few days immediately after my break up and there was definitely sexual tension in the conversations. However to my understanding (at the time) I wasn’t his type, and like I said before we didn’t particularly get along. I also was hesitant to get under someone to get over someone, but at that point I hadn’t had sex in quite a while, so when Kurt finally cut to the chase and asked if I was free for dinner and a smoke sesh, I thought “Fuck it let’s see what happens”

I took extra care getting ready that morning before work. I gave myself a wax, put on the lightest touch of makeup, and wore a practically virginal white set of lingerie to reference a previous debate Kurt and I had about religion, as well as a tight red sweater dress with stockings and thigh high boots. He picked me up from work that evening, a hand placed dangerously close to my ass as if I didn’t know how to get on a motorcycle without help. Read more »

I didn’t know I was the other woman [MF] [light D/s]

I met Stefan on Tinder.

Our first date was on Boxing Day. Stefan joked that I hadn’t gotten him anything, so when I got home that night I made sure he would want to see me again by sending him a nude. It wasn’t creative by any means: I had gotten a length of ribbon and wrapped my tits and pussy up like a gift. I agonised while he took his sweet time replying, but my patience was rewarded by a single message.

“(Hotel address), 5pm tomorrow. Wear stockings.”

Stefan was waiting for me in the lobby when I showed up stocking-clad the next day. I was a bundle of nerves, he looked calm and collected. The lift up to the room was silent, he didn’t even touch me, but as soon as we got inside he pinned me against the wall. His dark eyes betrayed nothing while he spread my legs apart to find my uncovered sex. I whimpered as he roughly slid a finger along my slit.

“You little slut”

I stared right back and couldn’t help the smirk that curled along my lips, “Turns out I did get you a present” Read more »

My favourite way to start the day [MF]

He woke me up this morning with a kiss on the cheek and a rush of blood nestled between my other cheeks.

I rubbed sleep from my eyes as he pulled me in closer, pushing his morning wood against me. His hand trailed down, his lips rained kisses down my neck. He once told me that he wanted me at every waking moment, and I teased him for not wanting me in his sleep too. I sighed as he found a slickness between my thighs. His fingers moved with familiarity, his tip straining against my waiting opening.

I guided him into me without a word, our breath hitching as I grew wetter and he grew harder. We moved with each other slowly at first, one of his hands firmly on my hip and the other massaging my nipple. As we kept up our steady flow of pleasure I hooked my leg around his, urging him to go deeper, harder. I wanted him to fill me up before the stress of the day began, and I rolled my hips back on him, moaning my pleas. He bit my neck as he came, our legs shaking as a warmth overtook us, a gentle light streaming in through the curtains. Read more »

Made him lose control [MF] [Breeding kink] [Long-ish]

Kurt was a friend of a friend who I always thought was infuriatingly cute. Infuriating because he was argumentative and didn’t have a grasp on social norms (It got to a point where I would refuse to hang out with our mutual friend if she was inviting him as well) but cute because he was. Lanky, curly-haired, with a lopsided smile and he always smelled like dryer sheets.

I had some of my most intense and strangely specific sexual experiences with Kurt.

The last time we hooked up we had snuck away from the rest of the group under the pretence that we were grabbing more drinks for everyone / picking up jumpers for both of us (He lived nearby) before it got colder. As soon as we got in the door, he picked me up and immediately had his hands full with my ass. I liked when he carried me like this, the world looked crazy from his height. Our tongues were thrashing together still as he lowered me onto his bed and moved his hands in front to rub my throbbing clit. At this point he knew just how to push my buttons, literally. Read more »

Traveller’s relief [Group]

Fuck me, how drunk am I?
I thought to myself as I squatted over the filthy bar toilet. It was my first night in (redacted), visiting friends for a few weeks, and said friends had welcomed me at the airport with copious amounts of liquor. They had given me some time to freshen up but I’d basically been drinking since the airport lounge before boarding.

I was cooked to say the least.

I unlatch the stall and stumble out, almost falling into a girl who was the spitting image of Lorde, but with an additionally impressive rack. Her blonde friend came out of another stall as Lorde-lookalike pulled me up, giggling.

“I leave for 2 minutes and you already have girls falling all over you” the friend said. “Nice to meet you, I’m Christie” she collected me into her equally blessed bosom. “And this babe magnet is my best friend Jordan”

“Nice to meet you too, I’m Vanessa. I just got here” I hiccuped a bit Read more »

Frat boys aren’t so bad [FM] [2/2]

[part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/o5eizm/frat_boys_arent_so_bad_fm_part_12/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)

“Fuck my tight Asian cunt with that big white cock, daddy.”

Nick was, at once, a man possessed. To this day I haven’t experienced anything close to such total physical domination. His 6’3” frame and sculpted arms trapped me beneath him, with my face down and ass up like any good whore should be, his big cock pounding me relentlessly. It was like my mind had gone blank and the sole reason I was still conscious was to accept the blessing of Nick’s fat dick buried deep inside me at every stroke. I could feel his balls slapping against me as his hands gripped my wide hips and squeezed my ample ass. I looked at my reflection in the glass panel beside the bed, a tanned lithe body with an arched back receiving a hard fuck like a good girl. In that moment I was nothing but this frat boy’s Asian cumslut, and my eyes rolled back in ecstasy. Read more »

Frat boys aren’t so bad [FM] [Part 1/2]

He was the All-American dream.
It was a busy night at the bar, but he caught my eye as soon as he walked in. I could feel myself getting soaked the moment he turned his attention on me with those stormy blue eyes, asked for my number to accompany his beer, and made me promise I’d call him after my shift.

“I don’t even know your name.”
“I’m Nick.”
“Well Nick, you’re mighty confident for a guy who looks like he’s come straight out of a Vineyard Vines ad.”

I was trying to play coy, but with his sandy blonde hair, blinding white smile, perfectly sculpted muscles under a tight polo and jeans, Nick easily had me wrapped around his finger. I asked to clock off as soon as the last of the stragglers cleared out, and my manager gave me a wink, knowing full well where I was going.

Except I didn’t end up straight in Nick’s bed. Friends old and new had gathered and they were planning to club-hop. I indulged By the time we were walking to the 2nd club, I was desperate to be on my knees in front of his undoubtably huge dick. I was so sure he had a huge dick that I pulled him aside, got on my tiptoes and whispered, in my best sultry voice after bartending all night: Read more »

In the bathroom stall [FM]

J was my fucking kryptonite.

I don’t know what it was about him that made me so weak – He wasn’t anything to write home about in looks or personality. He was known as a bit of a serial fuckboy really, and yet for going on 2 years all it’s taken is a nod, a smile, a light touch on the small of my back, and next thing you know we’d be tearing into each other in the nearest bathroom stall, dark alley… anywhere we could find. I don’t think we’ve ever made it back to his.

The last time I saw J was at a club night. One of my mates had gotten Mandy so I wasn’t expecting anything but a good time with the gang. Timing was always J’s worst suit, as he showed up with all his mates in tow right after I’d come up, and I tried my best to avoid him. No luck though, as he quickly spotted me by the bar where I was resisting the urge to throw up, and slid right up beside me. Read more »