Dream Girl [MF]

My Gf has finally opened up to me about her past and it’s so fucking hot I felt like I want to share it.

I recently allowed my girlfriend to experience sex with other men and she is now hooked.

This, however, is about her time before and during the time that we first met.

My Gf works in event PR which is long hours but good money sometimes depending on the event.

She did start modeling though when she was 18 and when I met her I was blown away by her looks and body.

So her first boyfriend was very jealous and possessive so she would rebel whenever she went out.

Her friend was always having one nighters so she would go back and watch or just listen but this escalated to sometimes allowing the guy to finger her while she jacked him off.

She did a few model shoots which her ex hated and would let guys rub oil over her body during shoots and this ended up with one guy fingering her asshole which shocked her at first but then made her pussy gush.

[MF – Str8 – fictional] Rambling on the clock

It’s Friday afternoon and days are getting noticeably longer. Can anyone blame a man for being – shall we say – distracted? The dear reader will cut me some slack if my mind is not exactly focused on the numbers scrolling up and down the screen. I mean, I am looking at them. But focusing? No.

She sits behind me. Most of the rest is the fictional ramblings of a man, but this – at least this detail – is true. It makes it harder to just casually glance. You need an excuse. Can’t just stare for no reason, right? Luckily enough, she stops often enough. She brings the hard problems. Those that nobody else can solve. Or maybe it’s just those that nobody else wants to solve. Being effective and kind can backfire. “Oh, hey, let’s let Exciting Owl deal with this gnarly thorn of bushes, shall we? He will smile and tell us what’s up.”

You stopped half an hour ago, in fact. You were talking about some customer complaining about some metrics. Not too big of a deal. Push a button here. Push a button there. Send an email, and… done. We’re back in the game. Customer happy.

[F] Fun night at a strip Club with a bit of action

It was one of my friends birthday and after spending some time at his place, a lot of the guys wanted to go to a strip club. A few people were about to leave anyways but we lose a few girls with that suggestion.

I’ve always been pretty open minded, so it didn’t take much to convince me. We ended up being 8 people total including myself and another girl. The guys seemed pretty excited about us going with them, and I have to admit I was rather curious and excited myself.

We get to the Strip Club, and the guys pay our entrance fees, and buy us beer right from the start. We were seated a bit in the back but we were center stage. It’s pretty much what I expected. Loud music, crowded, lights everywhere. Aside from the girl on stage dancing, there were girls all around the club waking around, taking to guys or dancing in front of them.

Eventually, as I found out. There were 2 types of dances you can get. Out in the open, in front of everyone (which I found weird) but you cannot touch the girls, or more in private but at a higher cost.

An angry date [MF]

She was angry, so so angry at you. She had planned for the movie and specifically asked you to book the tickets. You, as always, forgot. Which left both of you standing in front of the theatre, staring at a sold out sign. She was fuming at you. Her arms folded across her chest, her lips pursed and nostrils flaring, she stared at you then walked away towards the car. Even the sight of her bottom, shaped by her short, black dress, wasn’t enough to get you to stop sulking.

Driving away she was still shouting at you, her voice ringing annoyingly in your ears. You knew you fucked up, but this was making you angrier by the minute. And, as luck would have it, it started to rain all of a sudden. This irked her even more, as if somehow this was your fault too. You had enough. Her constant bickering was getting to you. Seeing that the rain was going to go on, you decided to stop the car at the side of the road. She was still mad at you. Her arms still folded across her chest, her breasts heaving up and down as she sat fuming there, not looking at you but straight ahead. And she started to shout again. About your carelessness, about this and that – but you didn’t hear the rest of it, or rather, you didn’t let her finish. She got you so mad, you grabbed her by her hands, pushed her against the glass window and just kissed her. Kissed her on her lips to shut her up. All your anger inside of you now starting to come out, as you pinned her hard up against the window, and kissed her like your lips wanted to eat her lips, to eat her up completely.

Hidden Pleasures (Chapter 6) [FM][FF][mast][oral]

6.

Together they strolled slowly from room to room. Just about anything she could ever imagine was happening in this enormous house that night, from quiet conversations to all out orgies and everything in between.

When Will said he wanted to introduce her to some people, she was hesitant until he assured her she had never met any of them before.

While they were having a nice chat with a small group in the library, Will’s hand strayed to Jennifer’s bum. He rested it there for a moment and without anyone else the wiser, he pushed his index finger against the plug. Jennifer nearly choked on her drink but kept calm, muttering an apology about wine and the wrong hole, at which everyone laughed.

A few minutes later they excused themselves and as soon as they were in the hall Jennifer spun on Will.

“What the hell was that?” she demanded.

“I’m sorry, but I couldn’t resist,” he replied as he tried unsuccessfully not to laugh.

She wasn’t really angry with him, but he couldn’t know that.

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sweet, young, international woman gets off on kinky fun [mf]

Back in August, I introduced myself to Abby on a not very well known BDSM dating app. Her profile was minimal and the photo she used made it hard to see her face, but the statement was clear: “I’d like to try out BDSM. I am the sub. Text me!”

A day or so later, she responded with interest, but after some light chatting said she didn’t think she could become comfortable with the age gap. I thought that would be the end of this story, but rest assured reader, there is plenty more to follow.

Some time later, I received a message from Abby asking if I was still interested in meeting her. I was going away for a week, but I responded to every message with questions or answers to her questions and we began to learn quite a bit about one another.

[FF] I like to have some fun every now and again

To set the scene: I’m a 27 year old redhead. Pale, 34D, lots of tattoos, even more piercings. I’m married to a man, who I love, but ever since I was 15 I’ve known that I also loved women. They’re soft, beautiful, and everything about them begs to be touched. My friends all know how much I love to play, so they frequently indulge my (and their) dirty fantasies. My friend Parker is 29, gorgeous, Spanish, with beautiful curves. She’s bi-curious, and obsessed with my tits. Every once in a while she invites me over to “drink”, and it always ends the same way…

So the other night Parker invited me over to drink again. I knew how it was probably going to go, so before I left I slipped off my panties, tossed them in the hamper, and kissed my husband goodbye. I got to Parker’s house and settled in on the couch with a glass of gin and a fresh joint, and we caught up on life while we watched tv. By the time a couple hours had gone by I began to second guess what I was there for, and I had resigned myself to hopefully having some alone time later to relieve some tension.

Ravaged and fucked over NYE [MF]

Short back story, I’ve known this guy for almost 10 years now. We played around a bit back in high school and then kept in touch when we went separate ways after graduation. He ended up moving around a lot, but we kept in pretty constant communication even though we would go long stretches of time without ever seeing each other.

The past few months our texts started getting more and more hot and heavy. Lots of flirting, lots of talking about what turns us on. Fast forward to New Years Eve, and he was in town visiting family. I had no plans for the holiday and I knew he didn’t either. I went out on a limb and invited him over to my house for the evening, I said I’d cook dinner and we could play Mario Kart. He agreed.

I was excited and nervous when he got there, we hadn’t seen each other in 3 or 4 years at this point. I went in to give him a hug and suddenly remembered just how small I always felt next to him. He’s an easy 6’ and I’m just 5’2’’. His chin can sit comfortably on top of my head and his shoulders are so wide I can barely fit my arms around them.

[FM] That time I found a job as a ‘maid with benefits’, part 2!

first part from a couple of days ago- https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/aj1xz0/fm_that_time_i_found_a_job_as_a_maid_with_benefits/

So my first few days were interesting, as you could see. I knew what I was getting into, but I didn’t know just how far it would go. Would he like watching? Touching? A little show or something more? The next time I went to clean I found out exactly what he wanted.

I show up excited and already wet at the ideas of what sort of mischief I can get up to today. [So, I tie my shirt up just like this and knock on the door](https://i.imgur.com/BReOOLV.jpg). He opens it with a grin, eyeing me up, and as he’s letting me in…he tells me he’ll be out for the day! No! Clearly my face was disappointed, but he explained that as I was ‘still relatively new’, he didn’t know how trustworthy I was so he informed me there were various cameras in the house. It was ‘nothing personal’, and off he goes, shutting the door. I stood there, grumbling in my head, before deciding to just get on with it. Maybe I’d overhyped things in my head. About 10 minutes in I notice one of the cameras on a shelf in his living room. I know full well he’s going to watch these later for whatever reason…[so I stand close, pull my shirt up so my bare breasts are inches from the lens](https://i.imgur.com/8kVWZAk.jpg), then stand back and strip off the rest of my clothing until I’m completely naked, and carry on cleaning like any other time. That’ll show him what he missed by ditching me, I’m thinking to myself.