Daddy’s Little Girl (Series. Pt.1)

It was Friday evening. John had just gotten in bed. He was looking forward to a long weekend with his adoptive daughter, Emma.

John married Emma’s mother when Emma was just a toddler. Her biological father had never been in her life. Being a faithful family man, John adopted Emma.

In retrospect, John realized he’d naively rushed into marriage with a woman he didn’t know. His happy life was destroyed a few years later. Upon coming home early from work, he found his wife in bed with their neighbor.

John was devastated. He immediately filed for divorce, yet fought for his rights to see Emma. He had committed to adopting her. She needed a father figure in her life. Emma didn’t deserve to suffer due the actions of her slut mother.
It was an uphill legal battle, but he’d ultimately won visitation rights.

The pain of viewing his wife’s infidelity had turned him off to ever risking himself again. Knowing Emma would continue to be in his life initially provided all the contentment he needed.

[M]y one crazy college foursome. [MFMF]

So this is a while back. For context on this, the prelude was a big group of my college peoples going out to see the JJ Abrams Star Trek reboot at the dollar theater.

It was a large group, and afterwards we went over to somebody’s place to have drinks and hang out. Ended up being a group of four left after a bit. Myself, the couple that lived there (Ashley and Her Dude, whose name escapes me at the time), and Dee.

Ashley was somebody who quite enjoyed playing outside her relationship (she had propositioned one of my exes and myself a few months before this for a foursome, which I had deferred to said ex.) But she was well known in our friends circle for sexual shennanigans.

We end up playing some card game. One of those drinking games where you tell secrets, or that sort of thing. Ashley keeps adjusting the rules to make it dirtier and dirtier, and partway through this, I realize that I, through no real work of my own, am about to be the single guy in a foursome. Dunno how I got that lucky, but I remember taking a drink and thinking to myself “Ok, you’re lucky, don’t fuck this up”

I was [f]ucked by six guys at once.

Note: The quotes are paraphrased and I didn’t proofread this.

My physical description (at the time): green eyes, 34c tits, petite, long blonde hair, trimmed pussy

I’m not describing the men.

I was young and stupid. 19 years old.

My “boyfriend” (28 years old) who I’d been on just two dates with called me over to his friend’s apartment to hang out. Everyone was gonna have their girlfriends there

Keep in mind that we hadn’t had sex yet (it probably would’ve happened within the next two dates), he had plenty of my nudes, and he knew enough about where I work etc. to ruin my life with those nudes. Like I said, young and stupid.

We met outside the apartment building and went upstairs. I was dressed in a black strapless back-zipper dress and matching panties.

We went in and there were just five other men, one of which I recognized (boyfriend’s friend). I don’t know their ages but if I were to guess, the friend was also 28-ish and the others were 35, 42, 45, and 50. I was a little uncomfortable but we just sat down on an L-shaped sofa arrangement and chatted.

Cottage Country Summers – Part 1 Summer of Discovery (1996) – Chapter 2 [m][m][f][f][stripping][naked][no contact]

The last of the dead leaves crunched as Sara and Ashley left the empty field and stepped into the woods. It was summer at last and the two girls were glad their vacation had finally started. They lived near each other, but home was hours away. Both of their families had been coming to the small beach town for the summer for as long as the girls could remember. They had packed up almost a week ahead of time anxiously awaiting a summer at the beach and with their local friends, Nick and Will. They hadn’t seen the boys since last summer and while Ashley was only a little taller, Sara had changed considerably.

Sara was fairly tall, nearly six feet at this point and she almost towered over her friend. She her cottage in a pair of ratty old slacks with a few holes in the legs and a baggy T-shirt. Her long red hair hung down her back in a quick and easy pony tail, just enough to keep it out of the way. She had very fair skin and the summer weather had already caused a dusting of freckles over her nose to reappear. Her blue eyes gleamed in the bright sunlight as she walked out of the house. She waited for Ashley outside of the neighbouring cottage.

[MF] Finally banged the housekeeper

I posted a previous encounter with a maid that I work with. Here is that story:

https://old.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/axmv47/mf_head_from_housekeeping/

For those that don’t want to read, I got head from a housekeeper after giving her a ride back to her house. We continued to flirt and I finally sealed the deal this past weekend. “Maria” is a milf housekeeper — late 30’s/early 40’s, barely over 5’0″, and has a pudgy little ass that I’ve gotten quite used to grabbing lately. She may not be a perfect 10, but she’s rather flawless if you have a kink for Mexican housekeepers (something I discovered after getting my job).

EDIT: Maria is divorced or separated from her husband. I’ve heard stories he’s a POS so I don’t feel quite as bad about these sexual encounters we’ve had.

“Maria” decided to stay at our hotel for the weekend so her young kids could swim at the pool (not an uncommon thing amongst the staff who have kids). They checked in and since it was a slow weekend, and since I wanted that ass, I upgraded her to a suite.

[MF] Used by a married MILF at the airport’s hotel

So… This happened a few days ago, and I’m still kind of riding the high of it, thanks to how awesome it felt. Note that we were talking in french, so everything is translated from memory.

I’m a man in my late twenties, chubby, average height, messy hair and glasses. Imagine a nerd – that’s me, but able to talk to people. Going abroad for work, I had to get a room in an hotel close to the airport, as my plane was in the early morning. I arrived around dinner time, went to my room for a quick shower, then downstairs to get something to eat. Of course, thanks to my luck, there were no free tables. I thought I would simply wait, when I noticed a lone lady waving at me, inviting me to join her.

She looked older than me, probably in her forties; definitely old enough to be called a Milf. She had mid-long dark hair and blue eyes, and the cutest little nose. She was wearing a very professional, formal work attire -a tight white shirt and a dark red pencil skirt. I thanked her for the invitation, and sat facing her. She smiled beautifully as I introduced myself.

I went to the office without underwear.

My body seems to react strangle when I go a day without cumming. My mind tightens and goes liquid, rippling with every deep breath. I feel hot and flushed, as if a thunderstorm were brewing in my rib cage. Humid and heavy. Steam emanates off my soul. Energy sizzles and crackles through my muscles and bones.

Every other thought is dangerously laced with desire. My heart thuds against my chest at the slightest inclination of arousal. My mind spins.

When I woke up this morning, horny beyond measure, I made the conscious decision to not wear underwear today. A cotton shirt, a purple sweater, and dark leggings that hugged my form. It was supposed to rain today (outside, not just in my head), and if my shirt got wet, it would be see-through.

On the train ride, I eyed every person I found attractive. Guy or girl, I looked into their faces and pictured wrapping myself around their bodies like ivy on trees. Or like a kitten pouncing on someone they want to lick and nuzzle. Sitting on the cold seats, only a thin cloth between my butt and the surface, I wondered if I would visibly start steaming. I wanted to sit on someone’s lap and feel their warmth.

Third date is a char[m][f]

We met through a friend who tought the two of us would match. After the always awkward introduction I tought we were a match too and asked her on a date. Lets call her Mary, 24 years old, she stands about 5’5″ tall, light brown skin, long black curly hair, sporty but not thin but rather a nice round firm bum. Me, a year ago when it happened 22 years old, 6’1″, green eyes, half long brown hair and a slim sporty build. Things werent really getting heated up between us on the first two dates, yet at least. For our thrid date we went out to the city. It was a great day so we just took a walk around until we saw a nice place to get a late lunch and had a good time together. After lunch we kissed before supposedly both going our own way home again. But i had realised after our dates that i liked her but wasnt really into her romantically. I didnt want to lead her on so i diciced to be quite upfort and asked with a smile “Your place or mine?”. I saw a little smile leave her lips and she thought about it for a brief moment and replied “i think my room mate is not home today”. We were on the same page, it felt like a barier that had been between us was gone. We walked back to her appartment and had a nice conversation.

Princess loses her virginity [MF]

I had dated Princess for a little over three years, starting a bit after high school. She was a stereotypical country girl, blonde hair, brown eyes, DDs and a Kardashianesque set of ass and hips.

As I had mentioned in previous stories, she had given me head every single day we were together. It didn’t matter where or when, if I took my dick out then she knew what I wanted and would perform without a word need to be said. Several times in a crowded theater, or most often while I was driving. The most memorable time was in her living room while her mom was working on the computer, and all she would have to do was turn her head to see her daughter performing an ungodly act.

After about six months of dating, she told me that she wanted to finally have sex. Since we were both living at home, we decided to go to a motel to do the deed. She said there was no need for condoms since she took birth control to regulate her hormones.

[FM] Ending Happy. The last time I 18M was with my Ex [18]

This happened in March of 1998. At the time I was a bit over six feet and a lean 175 of long muscle from my work outside and generally being active. My hair was light brown and cut short and I, like all 18-year-old men of the era had a modest and regrettable goatee. My eyes are a gray-blue.

My girlfriend at the time was named Mina and is only peripherally a part of what you are about to read. We were young and petty and abusive towards each other and luckily one of us had the sense to break it off after four years. I hope her life is better.

This isn’t about her. This is about Ella. This is about a very specific kind of closure. One I took liberties to enjoy. It isn’t all positive. It is all true notwithstanding the names which are changed but retain their symmetry for whatever little that is worth.

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I awoke just as the soft knocking on the back door ended. My room was pretty dark. Bruised purple and peach shapes still stood out from the reflected sodium streetlamps. I rolled my head off the side of the mattress and groggily stretched. The black and white tiles came into focus inches from where my bed lay upon the bare floor.