Author: Wetandlonelyxxx

Should I [F] fuck my hot professor? [m]

Soooo I think I’m going to fuck my hot professor.

Things have been building up for awhile now.

On the first day of semester I came into class, took a seat, and he just gave me this look. You know THAT look. THAT look is so transparent. When someone really really wants to fuck you it’s written all over their face.

It immediately made me wet, that look he gave me. Knowing, in an instant, that my older hot professor wanted to fuck me.

It also made it super difficult to concentrate. Every class I had with him I was left squirming in my chair. Every part of me would tingle. I could feel his eyes drinking me in – looking at my legs, my figure, my breasts.

I started wearing some pretty sexy outfits. Nothing too racy. Just tight sweaters without a bra. Mini shorts. A faded tshirt where you could almost make out my nipples. Pretty sure I’ve been driving him crazy haha! Read more »

I fucked two of my Uber customers … in the car! [f/m/m]

After my Uber striptease hit the Gone Wild front page I had a ton of messages and requests … but only one that was from my area and perked my interest.

I picked up Thomas and Jackson from a cafe uptown. Jackson got into the front seat while Thomas got into the back. They were two executives in their mid-40s and had been best friends since college.

They were both attractive but in different ways: Jackson was the more talkative one, conventionally good-looking with broad shoulders. Thomas, the brooding brunette, didn’t speak too much but he said enough in the way he looked at me.

Nothing could happen until I drove us out of the city and hit the quieter roads, so we chatted.

They’d had threesomes before although not since they both got married and had kids. Today they told their wives they were going cycling for the day.

“But we have a different kind of ride planned,” said Jackson, with a laugh.

I blushed.

It was around when the houses made way for tall forest trees that I took a swig of water from my water bottle. It was hot as hell today. Read more »

My godfather finally got to fuck me [m/f] – part one

This is a story about the first time I fucked my dad’s best friend and my godfather. Let’s call him Mr West (not his real name).

As you can probably tell from my last post I have a thing for older men … or they have a thing for me :-)

I’ve known Mr West my whole life. He’s a big shot creative director in the ad world. I’ve grown up going to his house, playing with his kids. He and his wife are pretty hip, I always thought of them as being super glamorous. Their house has an incredible view of the water and always looked photo-ready for a fashion spread.

As I got older and entered my teens, our relationship changed, of course, and Mr West became more like a friend. I was having issues with my parents, so I used to come over and talk to him about it.

After I graduated from school Mr West asked if wanted to do an internship at his agency. I was going to study graphic design in college so it made sense. Read more »

my friend’s dad fucked me while she slept in the next room [m/f]

This happened a few years ago now.

I was only 19. I became friends with a girl at university. It was a hot summer day and she invited me to hang at her place so we could swim in her pool. She lived with her dad who is an architect and they had a pretty sweet house.

When I met him it’s not like her dad immediately started giving me the eye. I didn’t think anything of him. He was in his late 40s. Fit guy. Friendly, but not overly so.

Anyway in the afternoon my friend had to go to work for a few hours. I was hanging in her bedroom alone. Kinda bored. Kinda horny. So I decided to masturbate. Is that impolite to do it on her bed? Oh well!

I came out after to get a glass of water and found her dad in the kitchen. I’d completely forgot he was home and suddenly felt mortified he might have heard me moaning and grinding.

And he was definitely giving me a funny look. I don’t know how to describe except like a lion about to pounce on its prey. Read more »