Months of waiting means college GF will do anything to get what she deserves [MF][Long-ish][Mutual Masturbation][Watching each other][Finally fucking]

I turned the taps of the shower off and just stood there, drip drying, for an age. I’d been in here far too long, just running through the sheer impossibility of what I was getting ready for in my mind. Frankly, I’d hardly managed to do any real scrubbing; I was entirely lost in my thoughts. This day had been coming for weeks, months even, and I was no more prepared for it than I had been when she left. To hell with it though, I thought to myself, this was her idea. Then again, there’s no accounting for bad taste.

I inspected my own face in the mirror critically while I shaved, trying to find something there that a girl like her might be remotely interested in. Each drag of the razor deepened the mystery, as the shaving cream continually failed to reveal anything noteworthy. Maybe she just liked tall guys? I had that going for me in spades. That, and a lean frame were about the only things that sensibly played in my favor, and they still didn’t explain what *she* saw in me.

[MF] The New Apartment Cleaning Lady Left Her Business Card Under My Door (PART THREE)

**PART ONE:**

[https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/12cyvak/mf_the_new_apartment_cleaning_lady_left_her/](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/12cyvak/mf_the_new_apartment_cleaning_lady_left_her/)

**PART TWO:**

[https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/12eqgyt/mf_the_new_apartment_cleaning_lady_left_her/](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/12eqgyt/mf_the_new_apartment_cleaning_lady_left_her/)

“I’ve never had my ass licked,” Rosa said to me. She was standing in my living room, dripping wet wearing only a towel after taking a shower. She was supposed to be cleaning the shower. And I wasn’t supposed to be inside the apartment.

But let’s rewind. How did we end up here again? Well, one week after the events of “part two” Rosa came to my apartment during her lunch break. She stood inside my kitchen wearing her work uniform and looking at everything but me. For a solid minute, she stared at all the little magnets on my fridge, asking about one featuring a local animal shelter. “You don’t have a pet, do you?” she asked.

“No. They just give you one if you donate… give you a magnet, not a pet,” I clarified.

“Oh, I see.”

“Did you come here to talk about the artwork on my fridge?”

She give me a little smirk, but I couldn’t tell if it was friendly or not. Finally, she spoke. “I’m going to clean your apartment one more time, cause you paid in advance, but after that, no more.”

Made my friend cum in me and then lick his cum out of my pussy. [MF]

***EVERYBODY IN THIS STORY IS 18+***

So this guy I was seeing for a hot minute hit me with, “We gotta do the deed so we can see if we’re compatible.”

I was 18, and this was my second time having sex and wanted to fit in.

But I also really liked him, so I went for it.

We ended up hooking up in a car – super romantic, I know.

But before I know it I was in the back seat with my legs spread up.

He was eating my pussy like a maniac and I was moaning loudly.

He kept on licking my pussy until I squirted all over his face.

Then he slowly raised up and came to kiss me.

It felt soo romantic.

I was licking my own squirt.

Then out of nowhere, I felt something enter my pussy.

I slightly moan and then I saw what happened.

He put his perfect cock inside me.

He began fucking me crazy and the car windows were getting all steamy.

A few mins later he screamed ”I’m Cumming!”

I softly say ”Cum in me, please!”

Caught my flat mate being pervy … so I slept with him [f]23

So moved into a new apartment during my placement year so I could be closer to where I’d be working. Having gone through the annoyingly tedious ‘searching for a flat’ process I finally settled on a modest three bedroom with one of the bedrooms already occupied by a guy. When I first came to view the flat I also got to meet him and let me tell you… the sexual tension was beyond palpable. A 6’1 guy, 32 years old. Quite stocky, looked like he used to workout when he was younger but has become more comfortable with age.

After I moved in and we got more comfortable around each other I noticed that this guy certainly loved his grey sweatpants, but he never wore any underwear and whenever he walked around the flat or sat down, I couldn’t help but notice that he was packing. I knew he wanted me to look, and my slutty brain took the bait.

The Monthly Hook up – Part 1 [FF]

**This is a real story, that occurs ever so often. I write about it a few months after the meeting occurs.**

**Names have been changed for privacy.**

**all participants are 18 and older. For exact age [F30] AND [f31].**

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Maya and I met again.

We both knew it was going to happen. Both her and i promised that last month was the first and last time, but something got us back together today. We both told our husband’s we would be at a girls trip for our mutual friend in Cancun, for a week. God i feel so guilty lying to my husband like that, but what do i do? how do i tell him my whole life the thought of having sex with a woman, is what keeps me going with him?

anyway, that is a story for another day.

Back to Maya and I.

[MFM] I (F) gave a handjob on the dance floor while my partner (M) watched

My partner and I decided I should dress slutty and hit up a dance club and see how many guys would come try to grind on me. My outfit of choice was a skin tight bodysuit with a low cut v-top with nothing under and a sparkly sequin jacket over. It was totally ridiculous, but showed off my ass nicely and with no bra, my nipples (and half my tits) were pretty visible anytime the jacked happened to open up a bit.
We had our dinner and pre-game drinks and contemplated how this might go down since we’ve never tried anything like this before. The plan was for him to find a good viewing spot and let me roam the dancefloor mingling with random interested men. The first club we found was a bust – just not our vibe. The second one was mainly filled with people significantly younger than us, but had a really nice spot where he could see (a small second floor with a view down to the dance floor). A few more drinks and plenty of guys on the dancefloor wanting to mingle, but nothing to dirty until around midnight when it started to get a little more crowded. It was probably going to be my last spin through the dance floor since we were getting pretty drunk and still wanted some sexy time to ourselves when we got back to the hotel.
It was much more crowded this time and I found myself in the midst of 3 preppy looking guys who appeared to be mid 20s. One of them made a comment about how hot I looked, so I made eye contact with him and put my hands on his shoulders as we danced facing each other. He took that as his cue to touch me and put his on my hips. After a bit, he spun me around, but kept his hands on my hips and started to do what I refer to as the frat boy grinding dance – still dancing, but with as much contact of his crotch on my ass as possible. This went off and on for a song or two as I exchanged glances up at my partner, and I thought I could feel him starting to get hard (I think he was wearing a suit, but thin dressy pants for sure). He was hot and it was definitely turning me on to know that this young stud wanted my ass, so I started pushing myself back into him and returning his grind. It’s amazing that nobody next to us seemed to notice (though I’m guessing his friends did!), but we were effectively just dry humping for a full song as he pulled me in by my hips and I rubbed my ass on what was now a very prominent erection.
For a bit of this, I was halfway between losing myself in the desires of the moment and aware that I was on a dance floor with my partner watching, but at one point, I made eye contact with him and he just raised his glass as a virtual toast to what he was seeing. That gesture, coupled with the dim lighting and crowd that was paying no attention to us, led me to take a chance, so I reached back to rub my dance partner’s leg a bit and brushed the palm of my hand across his cock a bit as I did. I was already turned on from feeling him grinding on me, but the feel of his cock with my made my pussy tingle. I looked around for a second to make sure we were still generally being ignored and reached for it again, but gave him a nice squeeze this time. He reacted by tightening his grip on my hips and leaning his head down and saying something along the lines of “fuck yes, baby” in my ear. I was facing my partner’s view and I know he could tell I was reaching around for a feel and was ok with it.
The guy I was dancing with was a good deal taller than me and was squatting quite a bit to bring his cock to my ass, so I left my hand kind of up at the top of my ass/small of my back area and let him grind on my hand a bit. His shirt was untucked, so I started with just my thumb, and started to slip my hand down his pants a bit. It was actually quite easy to find a good rhythm for him to grind on my hand as I moved my fingers up and down and around on the head of his cock just a bit. He stayed mostly pressed up against such that I don’t think anyone could really tell what was going on unless they really wanted to. I obviously never saw it, but he felt about average size, and was really wet with precum really early on after I touched him and after a minute, his cock was sliding really nicely up into my hand. At this point, I would have let him touch me any way he wanted, but he only went for my tits once briefly and my body suit limited any other access he might have tried. I could tell he was really getting into though and I really wanted to make this guy cum, but I honestly was not ready or expecting it when I felt the release of his warm cum onto my fingers! Either I only noticed at the end or he stopped himself from a full release, because as soon as I felt it, he basically bolted (I assume to the bathroom to go clean up or finish!?).
I wiped my hand on my bodysuit in a spot where the jacket would cover any potential stain and retrieved my partner to tell him what happened. He said he could tell I was reaching for his cock and enjoying myself, but had no idea my hand was inside his pants, and was shocked that the guy came on the dancefloor! We assume he probably got a little too into, didn’t mean to cum, and then freaked by the potential mess when he did. I had fun, my partner loved it, and we fucked like rabbits for days after!

[Group] my first spit-roast

Myself [f24] and my boyfriend [27m] have always wanted to open up our relationship and play with a bit of hotwifing/ couple swapping. While away on holiday we met a couple in a swingers club and had a lot of fun together (a whole other story, see pt. 1). We couldn’t stop thinking about them in the days after, it was all we talked about and we both got so turned on thinking back to that night and the fun we both had. We exchanged some flirty texts and pictures with the other couple over text, and there was still extreme sexual tension between us. I really felt like there was unfinished business between myself and T, and to be honest I was really craving his cock. I knew I wanted to see him again. Eventually, over a few cocktails by the pool, I suggested that we invite them over to our room that evening. It was very short notice, but thankfully they were free and agreed to come over later on that night.

As a captain [M26] I was seduced to commandeer her body [24] [MF]

To understand the story I first need to setup some things. It is a long story, but here are the essentials. I own an old boat. A 38m ‘Spits’ boat for hauling cargo that has been remodelled to be a house and a ‘hotel’. An added extra floor offers more than enough space. I offer river cruises on the European rivers for up to 6 people very comfortably, offering it to one group at a time. It is geared for people with too much money, which was easier than you might think. The luxury layer is surprisingly small over the harsh steel exterior. The most difficult thing was installing the hot tub in the front behind glass, so the rich can watch as we move through the rivers. As the ‘hotel’ is rather small it is easy to clean, and I offer chef cooking besides.

Something about myself. I’m a big, man by nature, training regularly to stay well muscled. Thanks to my cooking the remainder is filled out very well, but generally I feel more massive than fat. So far the girls tend to agree. I was still young at 26 at the time.

Cumming on stage (almost) [F]

Hi all, sorry if this is a bit of a ramble, I am writing this between work and trying to remember the details as best as I can but it was about 30 years ago.

I have been reminded of quite a fun and naughty time that I had while being part of a local stage production. We were quite a large group for the reasonably small town, so there were a lot of people going for all the parts. I had joined the group recently, along with an old school friend Vicky, which explains why we got stuck being the horse for this show. We were probably around 21/22 at this point and Vicky and I had a very mischievous relationship, often playing jokes and winding each other up. We were also very open about sexual relations and things but never anything between us.

If you aren’t aware of the British pantomime horse I suggest doing some Googling to get an idea. Basically I was the front half and wore what was almost like a onesie, and my friend had to bend over and hold on to my hips to form the back half of the horse.