Five Years of Film School Stories: The girl I was seeing jerked me off for a couple of girls at a party. [MFF]+F

Alright, let’s keep this story train going. This is the second story I’m sharing about my five years in California in film school and beyond. (https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6vukj7/five_years_of_film_school_stories_fucking_the/).

To reiterate: I’m white, 6′ 3″, dark hair, athletic build (I’ve been told I have a “swimmer’s body”), and have an above-average cock. I’m not the most handsome guy in the universe, but people seem to find me attractive enough, so that works for me.

So, I was seeing Rachel (sexy smile, 5’11”, dark skin, small perky tits, high plump ass, and legs for days) and we had fooled around with her roommate, Robin the actress. Things escalated from there between the three of us, but I’m going to take an aside and tell another Rachel story before getting to the really good stuff. Yep, I’m making you wait.

The grad film school I went to operated like a mini-film studio. Everything was collaborative and involved the same processes we would be going through when we started working in the industry. Producers met with writers who pitched stories to directors who got cines, sound people, and the rest together for film projects. This led to extremely long days, close proximity, and some intense parties. This story is about one such party.

[M]y college-era [F]WB, and first MILF

Hi readers, I’m a long time reader of this subreddit myself, but first time I decided to try and share a story myself. This is a story from my college days, up in the Midwest a-ways. I was about 23 at the time (I’m 30 now), studying heavily for a Computer Science degree. So I spent a lot of time coding, at coffee shops, on campus, and even out at the bars. There were a few choice places in this decently sized college town, for a young man to quietly enjoy a beer during long coding sessions. I made myself a little home at one of these bars, frequenting it often, getting to know the bartenders, who would have my favorite smoke and drink available when I walked in, especially during the winter months. It was a great place to be, I met a lot of good friends there, and on a couple lucky occasions, I got lucky enough to meet a girl here and take her home.

How a date with a coworker turned into the best sex I’ve ever had. [MF]

Forgive the formatting, I’m on mobile. I’m 18, she’s 18. I’m also not a fantastic write so there’s a tldr at the bottom.

I work as a middle manager at a smaller amusement park. I can’t get too specific, but it was indoors and out max capacity was 200 people. Think of it like a pool.

I had worked there for about 9 months, and at the time this girl, we’ll call her Maddy, had just started. Maddy was tiny. At about 5’1, she wasn’t very tall but she had a very tight ass, and a pretty good size rack, maybe a C cup. I should also mention that she only wore tights, which were see through if you were as determined as I was.

We immediately hit it off. She was confident, but cautious. She was quiet initially, but then started to dance to the music while working and she became very bubbly quite quickly.

It took us about a month to get as close as we are now. We’re both confident and crack jokes all the time. The only difference is that I don’t dance and she has a tendency to fly off the handle.

[Ff] [BDSM] The subjugation of Ms. Hart, Part 1

Hey ya’ll. This is my first story and my first post here! I’d love to receive feedback and maybe some input on where to take this story.

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It would be her 30th birthday in a week. She locked her car and checked if the cash she had withdrawn from her account earlier and a folded piece of paper were still in her left back pocket. Elizabeth scanned the environment before she walked the short distance from her car to the entrance of a club which was located in the outskirts of the city she had been living in for three years now. She was casually dressed. A blue pair of jeans, a black t-shirt, grey socks and yellow sneakers. The weather was fair and she didn’t need a jacket. She wouldn’t be wearing any clothes in a few minutes time anyway.

Dress Code [MF]

It’s Friday night, after a long week all I want is to go home and Netflix my way into sleep, but the universe has different plans for me.

I get a call from a friend, he tells me that his wife has a girls night out and want to know if I want to go over, watch a game and have some drinks. I agree and about an hour later I’m at his house.

There is a good game on tv, the beer is perfectly cold and he ordered some good pizza from a joint just down the road. Everything is going pretty chill until we hear the door of his condo opening. It was Jess, his wife.

Jess was home early. She said the girls night out turned out to have too much drama and she decided to go home. I told my friend and Jess that I would be on my way, but they both told me to stay. Jess said that she still wanted to have a few drinks, hanging out with us was guaranteed “no drama”.

The Eighth Wonder of Reddit [MF]

This post is about Caitlin, the eighth Redditor I’ve hooked up with. It also details three encounters we’ve had, so you fine folks get a three-for-one. That’s the kinda guy I am.

**About me**

You can skip if you’ve read my other posts. If not, here’s a verbal snapshot of myself: 28 yo 6-ft, 195 lbs. Gym-goer, but average shape. I’ve lost 12 pounds since March though (woot woot!) Brown hair, (usually) green eyes. I’m hit on quite a bit, which is flattering. Though I do keep my slutty side private, and most friends would have no idea the sort of debauchery I’ve gotten into. Since college I’ve gone from one long relationship to the next. The most recent was an engagement that ended and finally found me embracing the bachelor life. I’ve always had an extremely high sex drive, but being antisocial found myself on Reddit as opposed to a hookup app, or at a bar.

I’ve recently been referred to (I choose to believe lovingly) as a fuckboy. I’m not a fan of the term, but there’s a point where you have to accept it. So sure: I am. I don’t like the word “bull” either, but I love fucking other fellas’ SO’s. So I guess I’m that too.

Baby FuckDoll [MF]

Daddy had me put my hair in pigtails and I was wearing a pink dress and pink lipstick so I looked super cute. He had me stand with my back facing him and he checked how wet his baby was before starting to finger my little butt. When I was ready he had me sit on his cock and bounce. Then he shoved me so I was face down and started pounding me while yanking on my pigtails. He edged me by fucking my butt then going over and fucking my mouth. As soon as I was getting into one he switched to the other. At one point I had to pull back because I almost vomited on him and I know if I do I have to lick it back up. He pushed me back onto his dick.By the end I had my dress pulled up to my tits, cum on my butt, smeared lipstick, and my pigtails were a mess. Even cuter than the way I started.

Break up Fucking [MF]

Daddy and I were watching tv together in the living room, as usually I started to tease him about something or another. After a little bit he said “That’s it, we’re breaking up” then got up and went to our room, closing the door behind him. He’s never serious so I watched the last couple minutes of the show before going to get him, the door was locked so I knocked. He opened the door a crack and told me he was serious about breaking up with me. I wiggled my way in and he tried to keep me out but while he’s much stronger than me I have the ‘Im small and wiggle around a lot’ advantage. It was literally about ten minutes of him trying to literally throw me out of the room while I put 110% effort in trying everything I could to stay in. He eventually threw me on the bed and said “You don’t want to leave? Fine, I’ll make you want to leave.” He shoved my pants and panties down while I struggled and held me down with one hand while he shoved his cock into my butt. It hurt and I tried to put my hand back to get him to stop but I had just spent all my energy trying to get in the room and even if I hadn’t he could easily push my hand aside. He shoved his fingers inside my cunt and used it to lift my butt up, his other hand holding me down by my neck. He pulled out to cum on my back and hair.

[mf] Fantasies of a depressed, lonely writer, inter-religious fun

Mid 20’s, professional, petite, porcelain-skinned, smooth woman, Muslim but fair-skinned. Deep, dark eyes, innocent but lost. Long silky light brown hair. Well-off but not rich. On the verge of two worlds: conservative, strict, traditional, and new, modern, cultured. Living alone.

30 year old, more professional, tall, handsome Jewish guy, gentleman, very rich. Brown haired, tanned skin. Nice beard. Owns a a nice house/is successful but is depressed/lonely too. Life of the party and hosts parties often, always classy, want to be cool/wanted. Girl is coming out of her shell, exploring more, so shyer.

And let’s say I’m the girl, and you’re the guy. God, I want you so bad. Take me on a classy date, both dressed up (you in a suit with suspenders, me in a 50’s polka dot dress), pretend we’re the richest, fanciest couple at the restaurant. Then go dancing, go crazy, bring me back to your beautiful house.Throw me on your bed. Tell me you love me even though you don’t. Pretend for the night it’s more than just a fuck. Press your handsome body up against me. Pull your cock out of your fly.

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[MF] Stalls

“Hi, yes, my name is Katherine Bennett — I have a 4:15 to see Jess.”

“Of course, Ms. Bennett. Right this way. Jess is just wrapping with another client. May I offer you anything? Tea, juice, a sparkling water?”

“Oh, nothing for me, thanks. Could you please let Jess know I’m in a bit of a rush? I’m meeting my fiancee in Marylebone, and need to be on my way if I’m to make it on time.”

“Certainly Ms Bennett, thank you so much for your patience, I’m certain she’ll just be along.”

“Thank you.”

I hate to be the posh demanding bridezilla — especially as a result of my own poor planning — but if they’ll accommodate me out of my own mistakes, I might as well take advantage. I’m certain Pippa would understand, even though she’s not about today. Hopefully no one says anything to her; I’d hate her to think me a bitch. She’s a sweetheart, and it really is a lovely shop.

“Kate! It’s so good to see you again. Ready for the final-final-final?”