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After a party I do not have a way to go home, so I decide to crash at my girlfriend’s place. She lives with her parents. As soon as we entered her home, her dad was waiting. He used his firm and loud voice to make it very clear that she will be sleeping her room and I will be sleeping in his alone. I have drank a lot and I do not understand what kinds of feelings and emotions are going through my head. I felt overly attracted to my girlfriends dad. He isn’t a handsome man, he’s old and fat. But I wanted to lick every inch of his body. Do whatever he wants for his pleasure.
Something took over me and I head straight to his washroom. Under the sink, there is a basket, containing recently used underwear of his. I proceed to impulsively take the underwear, press it on my face and breath in the smell of his balls and ass sweat. I wanted to be humiliated. I got naked and got on my knees. I slowly crawl towards his toilet while wearing the underwear on my head. I can smell the smell of a dirty toilet, impulsively again, I begin to lick his toilet clean. Inside out. While I licked his toilet I jacked myself off.
CHAPTER 3
After awhile I realized that my fantasies would never be real. We’ve been talking for almost a month, but I haven’t even touched her. Not even her hand or something. Slowly my fantasies start to fade. For a week I went back to the simple form of satisfaction that every other single college student had. The internet. I didn’t want to get my hopes up for something that was literally impossible. But that train of thought didn’t stay long.
It was a Saturday night. I was crashed out on the couch watching a movie I was barely paying attention to. I had a notebook in my lap that I was writing in. That notebook would be the foundation for what would later be my first novel. On the side table my phone vibrated. I finished writing the paragraph and picked it up. It was a snap from Jennifer.
I waited for it to load and opened it. It was Jennifer looking at the camera with puffy eyes that looked like she’d been crying. The caption read “I think I’m going to get fired”. The picture caught me off guard and responded with a selfie captioned “Why do you look like you’re crying?” I saw the sent symbol appear and within seconds it turned into read. A few seconds later I get a reply: “It’s because I was crying”.
From [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/77zw1b/mff_my_friend_with_benefits_and_her_friend_from/)
As they moved their bodies closer together, boobs touching through clothes, and Louise’s hand started to slip up inside Megan’s top, over her bare back, I leaned nearer to Louise and kissed the side of her neck.
She turned her head, still smiling, and her hand slid up to the back of my head, stroking my hair. We kissed for the first time, her lips soft, wet from Megan’s mouth, and she started to guide me back on the bed, until I was lying with her half on top of me.
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She was a great kisser – different from Megan, her lips more gentle and full – and she was enthusiastic, her tongue already sliding against mine. Knowing she’d just been making out with Megan only made it hotter for me. If she’d laid on top of me fully, she would have felt my bulge jutting against her, but she was taking it carefully, lying a little to one side. Her boobs were pressed right against my chest though, and I brushed my hand against them.
‘Megan told me you had amazing tits.’
‘Fuck, Megan!’ Louise sat up and flung a pillow at her. ‘How much did you tell him?’
A quick story about a guy I picked up from SeaTac yesterday. I’m honestly rarely recognized but I suppose with the number of followers I have on Reddit, Tumblr and Twitter it’s going to happen. I’ve also mentioned in the past I drive a blue Honda Accord Hybrid and I suspect when a blonde Mom in her 40s pulls up, hmm it might be Jen that Uber/Lyft driving slut. I’ve had a couple cases where some very creepy Quagmire type guy starts saying he recognizes me but I’ll just play it off that it’s not me. Honestly I even like most of the creepy, sex-crazed, Quagmire types too.
Yesterday I picked up this guy from the 3rd floor Uber/Lyft area of SeaTac. I thought he looked a lot like one of the commentators I’d seen on football games. He was not my typical rider. He was probably about forty, and he was tall and muscular, with the body of an athlete. He was also as handsome as a movie star. I do get to see his name on the app but I won’t’ say here who it was. In fact he even asked me not to.
I started working as a teaching assistant in my early 20s, and at the time, Megan was one of my students, aged 18. Flirtation between me and the girls was pretty much inevitable, though I tried to resist temptation… I still gave in more than once.
Megan and I hooked up briefly back then, after spin the bottle at a party, and I kind of avoided her after that because I didn’t want my bosses to find out I was crossing the student/tutor boundary.
She added me on Facebook after she graduated: we kept in touch, but we met again for drinks pretty recently, toward the end of last year. She’d also graduated from being a cute eighteen year old to a very attractive, classy 26 year-old, if I’m adding it up right… maths isn’t my subject. Blonde hair to her shoulders, lightly tanned, tall and toned, with a gloss about her that she didn’t have back in the day. After a few drinks, we started talking about the time we hooked up in her room on campus, and when we said goodbye, we had a slow, deep kiss. She texted me five minutes after I left, telling me she was wet.
Essentially since we’d met, I’d been getting increasingly brazen with my gal about my biggest kink….
It started off as semi-harmless flirting….asking her to tell me dirty stories about her sex life while we traded texts….playfully grilling her over drinks….but eventually it turned more intense…
I want to know everything she’s ever done….one night we were lying in bed so I slid her hand over my semi-hard cock.
“Tell me about the best sex you’ve ever had”
She blushed…not knowing what to say.
“Besides you?” she asked.
I smile.
“Besides me”
I’m not in this for the compliments or the ego boost. I know she loves me. I know I’m good in bed. I know I make her cum. But she’s not just mine…she’s an insatiable, deeply sexual, drop-dead gorgeous woman and neither she, nor most men she meets, can keep their desires under control.
She wraps her hand around my fat dick and slowly begins to slide it up and down.
She leans over, bites my neck and begins to whisper in my ear.
I can see her nipples getting harder and her perfect pink lips swell open as she talks to me.
My dads girlfriend finally confronted me about the picture of my cock that she saw (she knew it was mine because it had our house items in the backgound) She said: ‘Ben, why did you let me borrow your laptop when there was a private picture of your THING on it? or did you forget it was there?’ I said: O shit i was hoping you didnt notice it but obviously you did, i forgot it was there sorry! then she said:’ Well be more careful next time, it wasnt something i was planning on seeing hahahaha, its okay shit happens’
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This happened to me when I was nineteen years old, while on a gruelling fourteen hour flight to London. I don’t recall what the in-flight movie was, but I remember not being particularly interested by it. For all I knew at the time, I had a long and extra gruelling flight ahead of me.
Instead of being with my family, I ended up sat beside a stranger for the duration of the flight, right at the very back of the plane. I don’t remember why this was, either; I suppose it doesn’t matter now. Point being, that was a first time for me. I’d never sat beside a stranger on an airplane before, although I’d flown many times. As a shy teenager, those types of things can be intimidating. I sensed that there was some sort of *adult etiquette* which I was unaware of and failing to uphold. *Was I was meant to acknowledge their presence after take-off, maybe attempt small talk? Or should I just stare forward for the whole flight, pretending the seat beside me was empty?*
“Hey”
She looked down at her phone, another text appearing on her screen and then another directly afterwards.
“What are you doing?”
“When do I get to spank that ass again”
Her cheeks flared as she she checked the time. Nearly midnight
“lol” She put her phone down. No more. She knew why he was texting so late at night.
“I mean it cutie. I’ve been thinking about those thighs of yours all day ;)”
Dammit if she wasn’t weak though.
“Oh yeah? What about them? :P”
“How good they feel pressed against my face while I eat your pussy”
She flushed again, thinking of the last time his mouth had been pressed up against her, sucking and licking until she shuddered and moaned.
“It’s late though”