collection of stories you shouldn't read at work
Part 1: The Greeting
I stand by my back kitchen door, lights off, dressed in a black fishnet teddy covered in a cheap maid costume with red high heels, waiting for my guest to arrive. It’s been months of dirty messages and pictures being exchanged, months of talk about what we would like to do to eachother followed by masturbation shared through snapchat; I’m not sure what’s going to happen but I know I’m getting fucked in the ass for the first time tonight.
This happened a few years ago but it was my first big dick experience.
I was at a party at college and I was in slutty phase where I had sex with different guys at parties. Sometimes this meant just giving giving blow jobs or letting guys finger fuck me or letting them go down on me and even fuck me. Needless to say I got a bit of a reputation and guys would pay attention to me because of it.
So I’m at this party and this really cute athletic guy who I didn’t really know started talking to me. At first it was innocent talk but then he said “I hear you are good at sucking dick. What’s the biggest cock you’ve blown?” I was pretty high and drunk and just laughed and didn’t answer him. He then said something like “Mine will be the biggest I bet.”
It definitely piqued my interest and five minutes later I was led into a room upstairs and found myself on my knees stroking and sucking on the biggest cock I had indeed seen. While most guys I had been with were between 5 – 7 inches this guy had to be around 8 or 9 inches and so thick my fingers couldn’t reach around his cock. It was like a porn star dick.
Joe was a good 6 feet tall, with a thin yet muscled body from playing soccer. His shaven face was inlaid with green eyes. We’re gonna call him Joe. I go to Joe’s apartment with the above expectations only to be met with this sweet, handsome guy. At one point, I unsexily cried because I was let down that night. After that, we turned on Beauty and the Beast (the newest version because Emma Watson…hell yeah) which was not meant to be watched. The crimson bra with lace trimmings, came off. Even though I was attempting to play it cool, I wanted to be touched. He understood that. After pulling my shirt taut against my unfettered breasts, he pulled it back off. We pretended like nothing was happening, simply passersby to a sex scene that felt so good. Joe as an artist, began smoothly moving his index finger tip over my limbs. Tracing the veins. Starting on my arms, cleanly moving up to my chest. He was using my right breast as a pillow the entire time, I had my arm around his head to pull him closer. His cologne and the movie were the only sensations that were not being caused by us being together. No noises besides my moans as he finally released my tension, flicking his tongue across my nipple. The coldness in the air made his hot tongue feel like Heaven itself hit my passion. My moans became louder until he shushed me. Informed me in a childlike manner that he did not want his neighbors to hear us having sex. His fingertips were still gripping my nipple as I decided to counter-inform him that I was on my period. I asked if that was a problem, he said it certainly was but continued to his ministrations.
This story takes place in July of 2016. It’s important to the end of the story.
I’m not sure when my wife and I fell in love. There are a foggy few months between our first hookup and when we started living together. Everything just went so fast. I’m guessing we still just in lust at this point.
Before I met Eve I was kind of out of control. I made plenty of mistakes. One which lead to being on probation. Part of my plea deal was that I needed to attend regular meetings of Alcoholics Anonymous. It was fine. AA meetings can be fun. Only problem was sometimes I was just too busy to always get there.
Eve knew all about this. She didn’t care. She had her own troubles with the law. We were very honest with each other when we first met. So, the idea that I couldn’t hang out certain nights because I had to go to a meeting wasn’t a surprise. She understood that I wasn’t blowing her off or out with someone else.
After taking a recent camping trim I remembered this story and thought I would share. It’s a bit long, so apologies. It takes place a couple years ago when I was traveling a lot for work. I was 26 at the time, fairly fit (still am), 6ft with dark hair and dark eyes. I’m not shy, but I usually stick to myself, especially when on work travel. My travel was all in state and I got reimbursed for using my personal vehicle, so most times I would go camping on the beginning and end of my trips. This story starts on one of those camping trips.
I ended up at a campground this time. It wasn’t too crowded and I got a nice secluded spot with one spot on my right side and a medium size creek on my left and back side. I arrived in the early afternoon and set up camp. Soon another car drove up to the site next to mine. Two beautiful young women got out, followed by a young guy around their age. Both women were wearing yoga pants, tennis shoes, and short crop tops that hung perfectly over their breasts and showed off their toned bellies. The taller of the two was a gorgeous dirty blonde, about 5,9. She was clearly with the other guy and they set up their tent together. The other woman was a bit short, 5′ 6ish, with natural red hair. Her hair was up in a high ponytail and hung out the back of a ball cap. She was toned with a tight ass and perfect abs. She set up a tent by herself a little closer to my site. I waved at them and they all waved back.
Picture it. Summer 2017. Midwest city. Humid as ever.
I (22F) had been dating Ryan (21M) for two months. Ryan was tall, kind of nerdy, and had eyes that made me feel so special when he looked at me. He was shy and sort of awkward. I wasn’t sure if he had ever been in a relationship before, or done more than kiss someone. As for me, well, I was out of my comfort zone. I’d consider myself more of the casual type. He was the first guy I had ever ‘taken it slow’ with. We didn’t even kiss until the second or third date. Come to think of it, he was the first guy I had ever dated. When I say I’m usually the casual type I really mean it.
Anyway, to the story!
I wanted to masturbate anally and my didlo is pretty long but I was bored of a normal position and wanted to try something new for deeper penetration. Put up a dildo behind me and wedged it between two boxes stacked on top of each other (no suction cup) and used pillows below my knees to adjust the height and just went doggy style at the dido moving my hips back and forth. Wanted the dildo to go deeper and this seemed like a good position for it (turned out to be an excellent position for maximum deepness). Used a latex glove’s finger to cover the thing as a condom and coconut oil as lube while doing so. Result, absolutely no regrets.
Some of you may have read my post from Monday. You can find that [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8s19mq/mf_sneaking_away_the_first_day_that_changed_my/). You don’t have to read it, it is both tame and long. So I will sum it up in the next paragraph. If you want to read it, click the link before reading on.
Twelve to thirteen years ago I [19 at the time] [Male] was on a vacation trip with family and friends in Florida, and the group across from our campsite was just a bunch of college girls. I had my eye on a short, tan, black-haired girl who I named “Molly” at the end of the last post for the sake of anonymity. However, due to some drama that happened, a different girl (the blonde) from the group approached me and in the middle of a conversation we had kind of a spur of the moment spark of rebellion. We ended up hiding somewhere and showing each other our naked bodies. It didn’t go much beyond that. Again, this did not happen with Molly. However, my friends and I did get Molly’s contact info. I mentioned that I actually would end up having more exciting experiences with Molly so here we go:
hi long time lurker and I made this account. to just talk about it. Im 36 for as long as I can remember I’ve had a feeling sometimes when it comes to girls I just couldn’t pin point it until I was in my 20s and had a few experiences with an ex gf. not to go into too much detail but I was with her on and off for a while with long stretches of her and I being bf gf. she used to work at a blockbuster back when vegas still had blockbusters lol. it was kinda her first job we were in our 20s and her boss the main store manager of that blockbuster would on occasion invite us out since he was cool and in his mid to late 30s. he kinda little by little earned our trust and the strange dynamic of us following him around developed. it was about a year when he started to act a little different when it was just us three. he would try to stand or sit between us and take lead on the activities over time. I kinda saw this coming a mile away but I would just let it play out. it got to be more and more routine that when we would hang out with him he would spend closer time with her then me. it’s like I already knew what to expect and just went with it. he never flirted with her or touched her too much. it was like an undertone of him being the more dominant guy when it was just the three of us. after a while he felt more and more confident inviting us over to his house more often since we seemed pretty docile around him. one of those times we were at his house early and started drinking at about 2 pm watching tv and just hanging out and it was the same dynamic like every time we were at his house him sitting close to her on the couch, asking her to get us drinks, kinda keeping me at a distance from her which I was honestly used to by then. then after a few hours of this going on I was sitting on one of the couches and they were on another close together and we were all just quiet. he started to just feel her lightly then things got more intense. one thing lead to another and I was sitting there in a daze watching as he had her on all fours on the couch with her pants pulled down to her knees with him behind her pumping her. she would look at me sometimes but I had this weird feeling of wanting to stay out of the way while this was going on. it just felt natural to let these roles play out after a while he got more confident and started to fuck her in a way that kinda seemed like he was trying to prove a point looking over at me and being upright while I was just slouched on the other couch watching. I just had to sit there and watch him pull her into him while he pumped her. it went on for a while he lasted longer then I ever had but after it was over we all kinda sobered up from the intense haze but still a little bit drunk. I could tell he was nervous. he got up to clean himself off. my gf just pulled her pants up and sat on the couch. when he came back one said said anything we just kept watching movies. he still looked really very nervous but after a while of me not saying anything he felt more confident to start feeling her up more. this time she went down on him and then they went back to fucking . it was mostly him fucking her from behind while he sometimes would look over at me while I sat on the floor watching. part of me wanted to feel lower then them so I moved down from the couch to the floor at that point that way I would just be looking up at them.
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