Day one of college part 2 [MF] [long]

https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9lxs4j/day_one_of_college_part_one_mf/?st=JMZQ7GO4&sh=d4e51e7f Part 1

So after I showered and changed I left my dorm and met up with a few guys from my floor. We headed out to wait for our taxi and I few of the guys smoked cigs so they burned a few and we were on our way to Frat Ville. One of the guys was friends from highschool with a few members so we got in easily to the party. It was my first frat house experience so it took a few minutes to soak it all in.

We started walking around and end dancing with some girls from our dorms and then i catch a glimpse of Jess. ( if you didn’t read part one we hooked up prolly 2 hours earlier). She had clearly changed since she was now in a tight fitting spring time type dress that didn’t show any cleavage, had no sleeves, and was about a few inches shorter than knee length.

I excuse myself from the group and head over towards her and she grins “ like my dress?” She looked phenomenal in it and I was hoping she’d let me take it off later. She asked if I wanted to dance or if I planned on going back over with the guys or wanted to dance and I laughed telling her she knew the answer.

[MM] one last experience

He came for one last sleepover ,he wanted my mouth around his cock. I asked him what he was going to do for me. He said come over and you might find out.
I went to the bed and before I knew it he grabbed my hand and put it it on his cock, so I started to stroke it and that’s when he said if I sucked him off he wants me to fuck his ass.
With that thought i went right for his dick, sucking the head and stroking the shaft, and it didn’t take long until he let his hot load coat my throat, making me feel like a fuckin whore.
Without a word spoken, he rolled over and put his ass in the air and I, without any hesitation, slid my dick in his ass.
He yelled that it hurt, turned around and grabbed my cock, jerking it until I blew my load onto his chest.

Oops I did it again, seduced and fucked a married man [MF] [cheating]

I know it’s everyone’s favorite taboo. I was horny AF last night so I headed out to a local bar/restaurant near my apt to see if I could get into trouble. I wore a semi see through black halter sweater and a denim skirt that went down to about mid thigh. I sat at the bar and ordered food it was early enough they didn’t shoo me away. About 15 min goes by and and a pretty good looking guy and his friends sit next to me. Thankfully I am attracted to the guy sitting directly next to me, probably late 30s in shape with blue eyes and brown hair. After a few min of them sitting and having a beer I ask him what he was drinking. He told me a local brewers ipa, I asked if I could have a sip and he let’s me. I told him it was good and he delitefully ordered me one. I could see his wedding band on his hand but I figured I would flirt for a few drinks. I get my beer and he is chatting with his friends. I thank him and start chatting him up. I am intentionally flirty and he is receptive.

[FM] I slept with men for money in order to afford my Double-Ds

***Pics in my post history, for the curious.***

**The Problem** I’ve never doubted my attractiveness. I’ve always gotten a lot of male attention. I’ve got tattoos. I dye my hair platinum blond. I like revealing clothing. But the problem was I didn’t have the figure to for the outfits I liked. I was flat. I had a curvy ass but nothing up top. I looked like an hour glass that was only half full. And so I decided at 20 that I wanted implants. I did lots of research, but cash flow was a problem. I had a job that covered rent, bills, and fun. But saving up 10K seemed impossible. I’d never bought anything near that expensive. Not even my car.

**The Solution** My family doesn’t have a lot of money. I wasn’t going to borrow from a friend. I’d been proposition by men since I was a teenager. The first time I was still in high school and hanging out at the mall in a short leather skirt I’d borrowed from a friend. At 18 I had a fake ID and spent most nights in dive bars with my friends. Older men who are drinking can be bold. I’d hooked up with a few just for the hell of it. So when a guy offered me money I thought “what the hell?”

Barely legal fuck buddy [MF]

Around age 24 I was single, and on a sexual rampage.

One of my best friends has a girlfriend who’s super hot, and all of her friends are super hot. (You know how hot girls run in packs.)

His gf was a bit younger than us, but not by much, and I didn’t really care at the time.

She had one friend who I always saw with some guy at functions they’d have. Her name was Britni, and she was super tiny. Like 5’1” and maybe 100lbs. She had perky little tits, and a nice little ass atop her short little legs. Her hair was brown, and she had big blue eyes, always enhanced by her makeup, and a pierced nose.

She was cute, and wore skimpy clothing. I found out she was single, and mentioned to my friend that I wanted to hang out with her.

Fast forward to a month later, and we’ve got a day planned to all hang out. Britni gets my number from my friend, and instantly starts texting me. After a few back and fourth formalities, she goes right to:

“Would it be weird if I stayed the night tonight?”

[MF] Emily, the uptight account girl that loosened up

This happened a couple years ago, at my previous job, when I was just short of 40. This was a big ad agency, and since we ran a lot of global business, we didn’t just have creative types there but also lots of more admin type staff. I was not in a management position at this time, but was more of a “make things happen” type guy, the kind that took up a lot of space in discussions about work.

There were two fairly distinct groups at the agency, those who made, and those who forwarded emails. Among those who forwarded emails there was a particularly annoying girl, Emily. She’d been hired straight out of business school, and looked after accounting with one of our bigger clients. As I think back, “uptight” is the best word I can think of to describe her. A daddy’s girl through and through, he’d coached her through elite level gymnastics her entire life, and had bought and renovated her and her boyfriend’s last three apartments (since uni), so that she now lived the perfect middle class life at 27. Thick blonde hair in a tight, strict bob, often tied in a ponytail, and oh-so-boring clothes, maybe a blouse and a pair of jeans, at most a funny color on an accessory like a pair of earrings. We made fun of her, called her “applecheeks”, because of her aggressively healthy, always-happy-but-not-too-much, look. And yeah, she had high and full cheekbones, always rosy.

I met my Daddy here on Reddit and [F]inally got to fuck hi[M]

I opened this account with my Daddy (who already wrote another post, you can check it out if you’d like), but it’s the first time ever I write anything like this myself, so hope you like it (and PM’s are very welcome!)

I met my Daddy online months ago, I replied to one of his posts here on Reddit. The post was very sexist and rude and, even though in bed I’m submissive and those words had kinda made me wet, I wanted to make sure he was not actually thinking those things irl and was all a play.

We started then talking for a while, he was actually a very nice guy, we had quite a few things in common and decided to meet up a few weeks later.

I’m not American but I moved to the USA for college, so fortunately we were not living too far away from each other.
Although we had previously talked about sex and played over the phone, the first couple dates were not sexual at all, we always met in public places and just talked. Well, yeah, he kissed me and held my hand, but it was definitely not enough for me. The tension had been building up for too long and on the third date I just thought “today’s the day, I gotta have him”.

[MF] My Ex Was In Town Last Weekend and I’m Still Processing It [LONG] [Cheating]

Names of people and places changed to protect anonymity.

I hadn’t seen Rainy in maybe two and a half years, not since she left town after we broke up, talked about getting back together, and it fell apart again. We had only within the last few months started talking again with any regularity via text. I had recently scrapped FB and Messenger from my phone and she literally asked (in text) how we were supposed to talk and I said, “Uh, in this app?”

Over the ensuing conversations, she said she was going to be coming back for a few days in September and asked if we could get together for a coffee. I agreed. At the time, I didn’t think anything of it. I was still with Cherie.

But then September came and Cherie and I split. Now, Rainy showing up meant something different. I let it go, though. I know how Rainy is. She’s not into one-night stands and she’s seeing somebody; she’s not into cheating.

He called me fat then begged to fuck me [MF]

This started about two weeks ago when I asked my husband to hook me up with a new guy at his job. He is a tall, muscular Hispanic guy that I saw only in pictures on my husbands phone. They all went to a football together and I was pleasantly surprised by how hot he looked.

My husband was up for it and approached his co-worker, Javier. He called him to the side and asked if he wanted to see pictures of the girl he was fucking. He had no objections to it, so my husband opened his phone and started flipping through pictures of me that he had saved.

Javier had no kind of reaction to what my husband showed him, then just told him that it’s nice pictures but that’s “a little too much meat on the bones for him”. He walked away and left my husband in shock. He later told me that he was left stuck thinking about how to tell me about what happened.

That time [M]y internet date was a little [F]orward, and asked to see my cock.

Internet dating is always rough, sometimes it’s just boring meet and greats over a drink, where they feel more like an interview than any sort of date, and you just become numb to the possible romantic aspects of them.

This one was no different. Her name was Marissa, she was 29 years old, an aspiring actress by day and a waitress by night. She’s a caramel colored Mexican girl, with short dark, straight hair, a very cute face and some slight curves. She’s very cute, but not the kind of girl you stare at from across the bar. She was pleasant to talk to, sarcastic and smart, but the whole date felt rushed. She had to get to work at 8pm at a restaurant nearby, so we met for happy hour after I got off work. The conversation wasn’t remarkable and there didn’t seem like there was time for any connection to form. I think we’d both been doing this internet dating thing too long. I think she only agreed to meet because the bar near my house is close to her work. I’m several years older than her, and it’s showing in our conversation..