collection of stories you shouldn't read at work
Yo I get that pretty much everyone but me is here for the sexy, sexy details. Feel free to skip down to the line of asterisk for the smut.
Part 1 is [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/cbi1wu/mf_that_time_i_fell_in_love_part_1_with_pictures/)
Part 2 is [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ct63f6/mf_the_time_i_got_a_hand_job_in_a_public_hot/)
[Part One](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/cbtxmd/first_time_escortingfm/)
[Part Two](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/cegb0r/fmescorting_for_the_first_time_part_two/)
After escorting for a few months, I started to really appreciate the potential clients that would include all of their information in their initial email: their references, times they could meet, etc. It just makes things so easy and those guys tend to be the ones most serious about meeting. With that said, one of those guys sent me an inquiry along with an additional bit of information that he had a large cock and wanted me to know up front in case it was an issue. “Donald” told me that quite a few had either declined to meet or ended the appointment when they saw it.
I told him that I would give it a shot if his references checked out. They both confirmed that he was a great guy but that he was indeed much larger than average. One of them even told me that she couldn’t see clients for a few days after a session with him. Naively, it only made me more determined to see him so we scheduled an appointment.
To get right to the point, this happened back in college and neither of us (me or my friend from work) are still with the people it happened with. Still, names are changed and compromising details omitted to protect everyone involved.
A coworker and I (both males in our twenties) became friends like people do when they work together. We ended hanging out enough outside of work that my girlfriend and his wife eventually formed a friendship of their own. In fact, it was their friendship that got a few increasingly interesting evenings started. Or at the very least their relationship ended up making several different nights a lot of fun. I’ll tell the story of the first one here. If it gathers interest, I’ll write up the other ones and post them soon.
There were evenings that led up to the one I’m about to describe. I think there was a game of strip poker one night at their place that had the usual awkwardness where, despite the alcohol involved, there were a lot of handbras by the women and some ass was only seen when one of them had to go to bathroom. A few weeks later came a game of truth-or-dare-without-the-truth at my apartment. That’s the night the girls eventually loosened up and some tits ended up being seen by the end of the night. The dining room table we were playing at was glass but was just tinted enough that you couldn’t make out everything, although it was nice to see the torso and legs of my friend’s wife.
I started a new job today. That came with the usual nerves, and I went to the gym early because I couldn’t sleep.
Since home was on the way to the new office, I stopped to shower instead of showering at the gym.
My wife was surprised to see me walk in the door and commented that I had been up early. I mentioned the first day nerves, she reassured me, and I went to shower.
After I showered I was standing in the middle of the bedroom, wrapped in a towel, picking out clothes.
My wife came in, locked the door, and said that she had started a movie for the kids. In one motion she pulled my towel off and dropped to her knees.
“Let’s help those nerves.”
What followed was 5 minutes of a passionate, sloppy blowjob.
We’ve always had the deal that the faster I cum from blow jobs, the more I get. If I know a BJ is going to completion, I usually need to really focus to cum quickly.
Not today.
This is my first post and drafted on mobile so please don’t crusify grammar/spelling. I prefer longer form so that’s how this is written.
My wife:32 yo, 5’3, 117lb with light skin, 34DD after market accessories. With her light skin and colorful half sleeves, she looks like she belongs in a Suicide Girls shoot even after 3 kids. Dig down in history for an idea.
I am 33, 6’0 and 190lbs. white, generally harry former Marine with a lot of ink.
“Are you home yet? I literally can’t wait any longer”
“Nope, still 20 minutes away, I have to stop for beer on my way, if you want to run to 7-11 for me, I would be home sooner”
“If you wouldn’t mind, I’d still like you to stop..”
“Well shit” I thought. Apparently, she literally Could wait longer.
For the last five days, our 3 kids have been on vacation with their grandparents leaving us a quiet house and nothing to do. For a stay at home mom, this means lots of free time, which inevitably leads to boredom.
Thursday afternoon, driving home I receive a text.
“Are you home yet? I literally can’t wait any longer?”
Hope you don’t mind a pretty long story…
So, my cousin, we will call her Hannah, was always a little crazy. She was smart, but had a wild side. She got into some bad stuff when we were in our twenties, but always knew how to make a group of teens have fun and crazy times when we would all be at her house. It was usually her starting the truth or dare games.
Hannah had dark skin, dark hair, and an athletic body. She played softball and volleyball. Her breasts were pretty average in size, but she had a great ass. All the guys that hung out with us had crushes on her, and I think she loved it. That’s why she would always initiate these games. She loved the attention she got. She would always playfully protest, but you could tell she was happy to flash everyone under water, or reach out and touch the occasional dick.
This happened earlier this summer on, well, the 4th of July. I went with my parents to a pool party-slash-bbq thing that a family friend was having at their house. It was mostly going to be people my parents age, but sounded like there was going to be enough there close to my age that I wanted to dress, well, just a bit sexy. I wore this somewhat cheesy stars-and-stripes bikini that showed just enough ass to make my dad a little uncomfortable, but not enough that he could really tell me not to wear it. Over that, at least initially, I had a white v-neck t shirt and a pair of jean shorts.
I got into the pool pretty much as soon as we got there and immediately started hitting it off with the son of another family friend. We had seen each other and played a bit when we were kids, but I hadn’t seen him since he had gone to college. He had just graduated, and was back living with his parents. Last time we had seen each other we were both completely awkward, but the 5 years of college definitely turned him into a bit of a stud. By the way he couldn’t keep his hands off me in the water, seems like he though I matured during that time as well.
So this happened 7 years ago. It was my prom night and we were both 18. Bre was my good friend throughout high school. We were always flirting and our superlative in high school was actually should’ve been a couple. She was a very slim brunette with tan skin. She had smaller breasts (low b cup) but an ass that you could bite into. We had a party bus that I got for 30 of us. The plan was to take pictures at our friends house, hop on the bus from prom, then come back and get changed then head to our friends party that was being held.
I arrive for pictures and Bre arrived like 5 minutes after that. She looked absolutely stunning in a bright blue dress. Her tan skin looked amazing in that color. The style was similar to her personality. Classy with a hint of slutty. We took our photos with everyone and then we got on our way.
It took a 5 hour flight and an hour drive, but I finally arrived at my hotel. A business hotel in the suburb of New York. I was knackered and was looking forward to a shower, dinner and a drink in the hotel bar. I had to hurry because it was pushing closing time.
The front desk person greeted me and explained that their computers were down, but they always printed a hard copy of all the reservations just in case something like this happened. She couldn’t find me on the list. She was going to have to make phone calls to straighten it out and suggested I get a drink and she’d come get me.
Honestly, I would have been miffed had it not been for the fantastic attitude…yeh, right, it was her face. Yes, she was really nice and did all she could to help and to lighten up the situation, but it was her really pretty face. She was African American, probably late 20’s early 30’s, super curvy and had the prettiest smile with huge dimples I’ve ever seen.
Boring. It had been such a boring day at the guesthouse where I was staying. There was no one around except for a huge group of school kids and their teachers. There was a ping pong table and a foosball table and not even one single person to play with.
Tinder matches had been boring. After a few very useless conversations, I had found a pretty young local guy who lived just a few kilometers away. He had said we could meet up the next night. Nice. He had asked me what I wanted to do. I had said we could go for some beers first. I know a place where they have great beer not far from there. He had said he actually wanted to know what I liked doing. If I liked anal. I was quite taken aback, because we had not had much of a conversation yet, but I said yes, I love it. He had asked if we could meet in the room where I was staying, but I was sleeping in a dorm so this was not possible. I had asked if we could go to his place, but he was living with his parents. He had said anyway it would have been a quickie as he would have been done fucking me after half an hour or so, so he had said we can do it anywhere in the bushes just outside the village, but I had said I am not interested in a guy who can’t last longer than half an hour, so I had unmatched him and moved on. Later on, I had found another guy with whom I had started an interesting conversation, but he was one hour away from me and there was no way we would be able to meet up that week. We would continue chatting for a month or two without being able to meet up. But that’s for another (not so sexual) story.