For a friend, part 4 [C&H series][MF]

Previous entries (hopefully these links work!):

[Part 1 – Hotel](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/8pppo5/for_a_friend_c_h/?utm_source=reddit-android)

[Part 2- Bar](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/8pyyes/for_a_friend_part_2_c_h_mf/?utm_source=reddit-android)

[Part 3 – Workplace](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/8tf77n/for_a_friend_part_3_c_h_mf/?utm_source=reddit-android)

I sit in the bleak cube that marks my workstation and watch as progress bars tick their way across my screen. One by one they fill up, numbers and colors and symbols popping into existence with every increment. It’s a welcome break from the chaos I endured the past few days.

The week has been a blurred rush to launch our products with a new partner, and our company leaned heavily Hayley, Rita, and I to make it happen. Our small team was pulled to and fro, hours of tense meetings and confusing emails and last-minute drama interspersed with frenzied coding and calculating and testing. I’m wrung out, a man-shaped sack hanging from the corporate clothesline. But that’s not what is eating away at me this morning.

Hayley is. Or, rather, the lack of Hayley is.

I don’t know what changed. A few weeks ago Hayley and I could barely keep our hands off of each other, our passion a wildfire threatening to burn us both. Now that flame has been doused to a puttering smoke and I’m not certain why. A wrong word? A misplaced comment? We had a minor disagreement that we’ve both put behind us, but since then we’ve been distant with each other.

Party Favors[M/F+M+FF/MM/FM][Bondage][Reluctance][Group]

Well , it all started out as a great day at work. So feeling like celebrating the conclusion to the week , a shower and dinner , then out to get a drink. As I got up to order my drink , I couldn’t help but notice the single demure woman at the end of the counter, I told Frank my favorite bar back at this spot , to get her what she wanted too. I did it just for that off chance of recognition, no strings attached. I picked up my drink and headed around towards the dance floor. This disco had been a great place for several reasons , the disc jockey , was incredible , the moods and music were hypnotizing , and the lighting effects simply amazing, the DJ toyed with to the rhythm of his beats as he skillfully blended like each new song was a natural extension of the one before it.These club nites were always worth the trip ,and although the club was bi-sexual in its crowds , it was always a fun time getting into dancing and the women … wow … there were some lovely women, from time to time that came thru ,that for a primarily straight guy , just made my mouth water,and me beg the gods for any sign of acknowledgement. Mind you , I had always enjoyed a good blowjob , no matter who was giving it to my happy penis with a mind of its own.

[mF] 18 Year Old Luke is Ready to Become a Real Man w/ This Older Woman

Freddie was the first woman I ever saw naked.

Of course I’d seen pictures of naked women in magazines. I’d seen movies with nude scenes. I’d watched porn, like very boy does.

But she was the first woman I really saw naked.

She’d been in life since I was a kid. Her son had met and married my mother when I was just a toddler. She wasn’t old enough to be a grandmother. She was only in her mid-thirties, despite having a grown son. But she was like a grandmother to me. She played a huge role in my upbringing. And I only saw her in a maternal way for most of my life. But in only a few weeks, everything changed.

Freddie was a work out freak. She was at least 15 years older than my mother. And she worked twice as hard. Yoga was her big thing. As long as I can remember she had been laying her mat in front of a big screen and spending an hour going through an intense workout. I’d seen it a hundred times. Maybe even a thousand. So I don’t know why that one day made such an impression. Maybe it was just that I’d become obsessed with sex. And I was getting scared that it was never going to happen for me. I’d had brief relationships with girls, but I never got past second base.

[M][MF] She Was Logging Onto Fetish Sites at Work…And That Can’t Go Unpunished

“I can’t lose this job,” Lara blurted out. “I can barely pay my mortgage now!”

She was standing in front of my desk near tears.

As a department director, each week I received an automated report on internet usage for everyone under me. Most employees in 2018 are smart enough not to know they’re being tracked on their company computer. The dumb mistake they make is using the company wifi on their cell phone. I’d just handed Lara a folder stuffed full of evidence of the time she’d spent on fetish dating sites. For months I’d been following her activity. Checking out the sites she visited. Reading the messages she sent. Lara had a dirty mind. She wanted to be dominated. But so far she hadn’t gone through with it. She chatted with men. She posted sexy pics with her face cropped out. Often taken in the office. But she was just a tease. She always found an excuse not to actually meet.

I knew she needed the job. Human resources had done a background check when we hired her. She had a loft she could barely afford. On top of that, she wasn’t really qualified for her marketing job. She had a mediocre GPA from a crappy Texas community college.

Late Night Adventures Down and Under – [MF][Long]

Long time lurker, first time poster. Actually, this is my first time posting anything on reddit, I created this account just for posting this story.

Australia is known for many things beautiful birds and sights, poisonous snakes and insects and dangerous crocodiles. For a 20 year old Indian guy like me who spent his whole life in Montreal, the Australian atmosphere felt very different, almost alien.

I was going to Australia to visit some relatives in Melbourne and join them on a journey to the outback during winter holidays. That’s two weeks with my distant family. I like to prepare ahead of times and find out what there is to do. I went so far as to buy giant boots to keep out snakes (LOL). But the thing I spent the most time preparing for was in picking out a brothel to visit in Sydney during my few hours there. My flight back home was from Melbourne to Sydney to San Francisco to Toronto to Montreal (it was stupidly long). I had 15 hours at my disposal in Sydney. This meant I can do whatever I wanted like see the Opera House or check out the fish market or bang hookers in a brothel. Ofcourse I chose all three.

Please compare our stories?

My partner and I decided to have a little competition and try to write an erotic story. We couldn’t reach a consensus on whose was better, so wanted to put it to the vote to anonymous strangers! :) Please bear in mind we don’t have much writing experience, and haven’t done this before. It’s also really embarrassing. Mine certainly isn’t very good, but I won’t say which it is. So… here:

**Story 1**:

A dim but insistent light gradually began to filter through. Eventually she stirred, opening her eyes, confused as the light started to resolve into gradient, to shapes, to a room. Memory took longer, but the soft sheets and warm bed took the sting out of the panic – clearly, lost no longer.

The girl stirred, tried to sit up, fell back. A wave of dizziness rolled over her, as she caught a mug with her arm, which spiraled off the night stand, rung off the floor and skittered away. As it faded, it was replaced, the opening door flooding her vision with light.

[Mf] the redditor [public sex][rest stop][creampie][Dd/Lg]

A few years back I had wonderful online relationship with a sexy woman who also posted audio porn on gonewildaudio. We were friends as well as dirty sexting partners. She only lived a few hours from me so we planned on meeting up. And we did.

She came to my area for an unrelated event but we seized the opportunity. We met up at a highway rest stop. We exchanged quick pleasantries before I just got in her backseat. She climbed in next to me.

She was a skinny average height white girl with short hair. A little nervous in person. She was hot in her own way. I was very happy this was about to happen.

She was also big into the Dd/Lg stuff. So I definitely didn’t hold anything back. I told her how much daddy liked her cute little outfit as I started to pull it off her. I made her ask me nicely to eat her pussy. She was clean shaved and wearing a skirt with no panties. I happily licked and fingered her until orgasm 1 was done a d out of the way.

Infinitely fuckable – [M]y [f]un adventure with a curvy blonde redditor in LA..

“I can’t deep throat you in that position,” she cried out. Me straddling her, her on her back, tits firm in the moonlight on the hotel bed.

I paused.

“I said -” she repeated “I can’t fucking deep throat you like this. Get on your back. Now!”

I rolled over and she got on her knees. Long blonde hair flowing over her shoulders. Her back. And she began to suck.

An hour earlier we’d met for the first time at the Biltmore bar at her suggestion. At 11:30p. I was traveling for work and staying nearby. She’d responded to my /r/dirtyr4r post and within a few kik messages it was on. We downed our beers. She showed me the historic photos in the hallway. I leaned in close. Rubbing. Touching. Flirting. We found a hidden lobby and sank into a decadent leather couch. Kissing. My hand up her shirt. Nipples hard.

We looked at each other and nodded. My hotel was a 10 minute walk away. As soon as the elevator doors closed I pushed her against the wall. Hand on her ass. I’m 5’9″. Fit. Short hair. 39. She was 30. Blonde. Just the right amount of curve. Large, firm tits. And a healthy, sexy, ass. Infinitely fuckable.

[MF] Fucking The Monogamy Out Of The Married MILF Who Lives On The Floor Below Me…PART TWO!

[**PART ONE**](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8z624j/mf_fucking_the_monogamy_out_of_the_married_milf/)

So a few people have been asking for updates on the MILF downstairs. I have to be honest, a few of you scared me, talking about how this alcoholic husband of hers might murder me. I’m like checking behind my shower curtain now and shit. I guess if you fuck someone’s wife, you should be prepared to face the consequences, but you don’t always think about the consequences when two magnificent tits are staring at you like, “Please come suck on me!”

How does one say no to that? “Nah, I’m good. I just ate lunch?” That doesn’t work. I’m pretty sure (not 100%) but 95% sure I’d still suck on them titties even if the husband was waiting outside my door with a shotgun. I can jump out the window and escape. There’s a dumpster below my window, I think I’d survive the fall, depending on when the trash was last emptied.

[TM] Wearing my sister’s bikini and my first hands-free orgasm!

Sorry if this is too long, but I’ve been thinking about this one a lot lately…

One of my earliest crossdressing memories is also directly tied to one of the first and possibly most intense orgasms of my life. I’m not exactly proud of the sneaking around, but I used to slip into my sister’s bedroom when no one was home and I would try on all her bras and panties and sometimes her dresses, and I would dance around in front of the mirror admiring how sexy I felt in all these forbidden things. It wasn’t exactly a sexual thing, although I did try out poses I had seen in my stepfather’s playboy magazines, sometimes draping myself in a blanket or a towel with my legs spread in my sister’s pantyhose to seem more seductive or whatever.

I don’t know, I was young and clumsy, and one afternoon during the summer when I knew I was lucky enough to be alone for most of the day, I grabbed a towel and went into my sister’s room and grabbed her new two-piece swimsuit that I had been dying to try on. It was blue and had a little ruched back to it that made my ass look incredible, and maybe it was boredom and the summer heat or the fact that I knew no one would be home for several hours, but I just said screw it and walked out to my backyard to get a tan wearing my sister’s blue bikini.