Senpai hasn’t noticed me….until now.

My parents enrolled me in a martial arts class when I was a little girl.  I think my dad worried about bullying and wanted me to be able to defend myself.  It went fine, but like most early teenage hobbies, it died out quickly.  The only real thing that stuck in my mind was a boy named Riku.  He was a couple years older than me, and much more advanced.  We almost never interacted since he was always much more advanced.  But I always watched him, his muscular limbs moved so smoothly and easily,with strength and balance.  I only was able to speak with him once, and he told me that came  from a recently immigrated family who was very traditional.

Soon after, I stopped going, but I always remembered his kindness and strength.  Well, if I’m being honest….  he was just super sexy. But that all happened 7 years ago.

I fucked my way out of a ticket with a mugshot. [MF]

The bright light blinded my eyes when it flashed.  *Well…..  I guess that’s* [my mugshot.](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewild/comments/g9m0qf/it_kind_of_looks_like_a_filthy_mugshot_when_i/)   I reached for my zipper to start buttoning up my pants while the clerk reviewed the image he had just taken.  Before I could pull my shirt down a thought slowly crept through my inebriated mind.

“Hey Paul?   Drinking always makes me a little bit horny, if some titties could get this reduced…..  what would we have to do to get this dropped?”

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The house party was going well, until some of my boyfriend’s asshole coworkers showed up.  This was supposed to be a fairly small party, just a couple of friends.  I guess word got out on his jobsite that he was having people over, and before you know it, the whole crew is in my house.  Great. I don’t mind a couple extra people but they never bring anything, and they drink a LOT.  So here I am walking to my car, slightly buzzed and frustrated that I drew the short straw for a beer run.

I fucked my way out of a ticket with a mugshot. [MF]

The bright light blinded my eyes when it flashed.  *Well…..  I guess that’s* [my mugshot.](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewild/comments/g9m0qf/it_kind_of_looks_like_a_filthy_mugshot_when_i/)   I reached for my zipper to start buttoning up my pants while the clerk reviewed the image he had just taken.  Before I could pull my shirt down a thought slowly crept through my inebriated mind.

“Hey Paul?   Drinking always makes me a little bit horny, if some titties could get this reduced…..  what would we have to do to get this dropped?”

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The house party was going well, until some of my boyfriend’s asshole coworkers showed up.  This was supposed to be a fairly small party, just a couple of friends.  I guess word got out on his jobsite that he was having people over, and before you know it, the whole crew is in my house.  Great. I don’t mind a couple extra people but they never bring anything, and they drink a LOT.  So here I am walking to my car, slightly buzzed and frustrated that I drew the short straw for a beer run.

The MILF resort Pt 3. Three sexy asses lined up for a whipping. [MFFF] [non-con] [BDSM] [Picture evidence]

You can catch up with [part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/fzj015/the_milf_resort_and_the_ropes_by_the_pool_mfmf/) and [part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/fzj015/the_milf_resort_and_the_ropes_by_the_pool_mfmf/) here or on my profile.

Trigger warning: this story contains elements on non-consent.

While Avery was basking in his new found fame, not everyone at the resort was fairing quite so peachy.  Jackie, in particular was wishing that her little fair peachy was getting bruised more often.  It had been months since she orgasmed with a man, and barely was able to by herself, recently.  The toughest part was seeing so many other people obviously making progress, while she was left unsatisfied, wanting, craving, thirsty but never able to quench it. She was slightly ashamed to admit that she had been taking notes during the presentations as well. This afternoon’s exercise left her with a title of winner, but dissatisfaction of losing. 

She had gotten ready today and looked quite good.  She took extra time yesterday to sit in the spa after a wax and a salt scrub.  Maybe that’s why her teenage son came so quickly during the exercise.  She wore a low cut thong and sexy push up underneath some fairly innocuous clothes.  Maybe he didn’t expect the surprise.  She had barely taken off her top, and her pants were still at her thighs before she heard a sniveling, embarrassed, grunt.  She rolled her eyes and let out a disappointed sigh.   She even waited a full minute before reaching up to ring the bell. It was the first ring of the contest. The prize she won was 2 hours of spa time.  How ironic.

The MILF Resort Pt 2. The fucking of the week. [MF]

[Day one](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/fzj015/the_milf_resort_and_the_ropes_by_the_pool_mfmf/) at the resort was …. well….  interesting.  But it really wasn’t until day 2 that I understood what was really going on.  After Mom, Jennifer, John and I finished up our little poolside session, we spent most of the night talking and drinking with them.  I knew that mom liked to drink, but she really let go here.  It was strange.  On our way back up to our rooms for the night Jennifer pulled me aside and asked if I wanted to join her for a shot at  “redemption”. While I wasn’t exactly sure what she meant, I think I got the drift.   I politely declined as I really was tired, and quite drunk at the time.  I really just wanted to sleep off the day.  As we split she said “That’s ok, I’ll get what I need tomorrow anyways.  G’night hun.”   

The MILF resort and the ropes by the pool. [MFMF]

“MOOOOOooooom.  Stahp!” I whined probably more than I should.  But I hate it when she tries to fix my shirt.  Of course it’s wrinkly, we just flew to another country to a….  oh god.  Do I dare admit it?   We just flew to a resort that we’re staying at for a week.  I’ll leave it at that.

“Sweetie, will you stop by the bar and get mommy a glass of moscato?  You can get something for yourself too.”

“Mom, I’m not 21, I like, just turned 18.”

“Doesn’t matter in the Caribbean. Quickly hun.”

Wait, did mom know that I’ve drank before?  I don’t think we’ve ever actually talked about it, but I’m sure that she’s noticed over the years.  It was never much, but looking back it was probably noticeable.   Then again there has been a lot that we haven’t talked about until recently.  But maybe we are now, and maybe that’s why we’re here.

While waiting at the bar I started to notice some of the other guests.  Most seemed like normal people, lots of young men my age, and lots of older women.  Most of these women were still relatively young, 30’s  or 40’s maybe. And thankfully most took care of themselves pretty well so the pool scene wasn’t bad.  A couple of passing women even eyed me up and down….. but like….  pretty blatantly.

I fucked a high school track athlete.

Spring time always reminds me of track season! l ran track in high school and college and did pretty well. I obviously won’t give specifics and dox myself, but I won state in high school and conference in college. During my sophomore year in college I bumped into someone who recognized me and he asked if I could give individual coaching lessons to his daughter, who was a senior in high school and showed promise of getting a scholarship. I started working with this girl twice a week on some of the technique that her high school coaches didn’t know or couldn’t teach. This whole situation lead to me working one on one with this young, hot, girl. Needless to say my 20 year old brain loved the intrigue. Track is great for your physique. It usually makes for long, lean legs and tight asses. Dana was just that. Tall, slender but muscular, and bounced off the walls like only a high schooler could.

Breakthrough in therapy Pt.2, The unexpected foursome [FFMM]

Kitty’s case has progressed nicely since she’s been more open about what she wants in a relationship and how to be more assertive. After our first breakthrough she was able to be much more assertive with her boss which was a really big step for her, but it never did quite transition into her dating life. She came back hoping that she could take her new skills out of the workplace and help her find someone.

We planned some fieldwork as practice. We decided to head to the busiest bar in town on a friday night. While she was there she had to follow the orders that I gave her, exactly. 

Upon arriving she flopped. I told her to flirt with the bartender when we ordered drinks, and the best she could muster was “Wow this place is pretty busy…… is it always this crowded?” After finding a small table that was well located, I quickly became aware that a lot of the guys noticed her. After a second glance from someone I could tell was clearly out of her league I told her to go approach him and get him to leave with her that night. I watched as she walked over and started a conversation. It was clear that he was interested at first, but before 5 minutes were through he had turned to talk with another girl that had approached the group.

A breakthrough in therapy [MF]

I open the door of my therapy office to walk out to my secretary, sobs and wails following me out.  “Dianne, will you cancel my three o’clock?”  I say with an overwhelmed look.  “This is going to take a while to sort through.” 

“Yeah, is she ok?   She was a mess out here in the lobby.”    “I think she’ll be alright, we just need to process through some trauma. Oh! Hey, will you also turn on the white noise machines, I don’t wan’t the whole office hearing this.”

I head back down the hallway and walk into my office.  Kitty was there wailing still, but she was standing now, and slowly unbuttoning her tailored business shirt.  The moment the door closes she turns off her crying and asks “Did she buy it?”  “Yeah I think she did.  Where were we?”  “You were going to fuck me on this table.”

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