Ever since I was about 14, Daddy occasionally brought me along with him to business meetings where he was trying to land a client. I never really understood what he did but he said he wanted me to learn about this stuff. I always liked it. He said I brought down the formality of the meetings which let him connect easier with the potential client plus I loved meeting new people. I always had a bubbly, jokey personality. I’m quite good with people and as I got older I started to realise that my personality combined with my (admittedly) good looks and petite body was a very strong pull with clients. From about ages 15 onwards I started to understand my affect on men more and more, in school and in these meetings. Guys would come in disgusted by the idea of working with Daddy and leave happily partnered. Daddy’s always very authorative, convincing and kind, I put most of the deals made down to his business skills but occasionally I see a tingle in the clients eyes that made me realise what he was actually being seduced by.
[F] My second (and favorite) blowjob
*This is the continuation to [this](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7sk31f/f_the_second_blowjob_i_ever_gave/) post, in which me and my then-boyfriend made out and he fingered me for the first time until I came.* ?
As I roughly pushed Steven down on the bed, I could see the mixture of surprise and heat in his gaze. Having came from his fingers just minutes ago, I felt a sense of boldness and empowerment that I hadn’t before. I felt like there were no more secrets left between us, and I could finally open up and show him sides of myself that not even I had been aware of. It was intoxicating.
“You like being pushed around like that?” I purred, crawling naked up to where he lay. His eyes widened, and out of the corner of my eye, I thought I saw his cock twitch.
“By you?” He said, playing along without missing a beat. “Definitely.” He reached out to touch me, but I slapped his hand away. Pinning him down against the bed like he had done to me earlier, I moved to straddle him. We both let out a moan as our bodies touched and our hips aligned.
Window of opportunity [MF]
Good things take time. Great things happen quickly. Knowing when the latter has become the former is a truly an art form.
This is what I knew about Elena… She was cute, she lived near me, she had an on again/off again relationship with some guy I didn’t know, and she was cute. While I have hooked up with women from every stage of relationship from just dumped to just married, not all situations are created equal. I find that women in relationships often have a lot of baggage, and it is not always worth dealing with. Frequently it is, but in Elena’s case, I just wasn’t that into her.
Yeah, she was cute, and we always had a flirtatious relationship. But she wasn’t a head-turner, she wasn’t especially smart, and she often complained about her boyfriend. Enough for me to roll my eyes whenever she’d bring it up, but not enough to stop me from talking with her when I got the chance. But when I found out that he was out of the picture, I knew that I had to take the initiative.
Some kind of Sugar High. [FM]
I decided to keep sharing, after all. <3
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It’s the day after he takes my virginity. We’re both in bed, I’m slipping in and out of sleep, John keeps me in his arms, holding me as I rest my head on his chest. I feel more than safe.
I wake up again with the sound of rain and the smell of cigarette smoke. He’s fully awake now, sitting on the edge of the bed, wearing only black boxers. I’m completely naked and when he notices I’m awake, lying on my stomach, he puts the cigarette out and leans over me, brushes the hair out of my face and plants a kiss on my cheek, says “Good morning, Sweetheart” and then playfully smacks my ass cheek. I yelp and giggle, curse him out as he chuckles.
I head over to the bathroom to splash some water on my face and brush my teeth. When I come back he hasn’t moved from his spot and is eyeing me like a hawk. I play it cool, but make sure to stretch my arms up so he can get a perfect view, especially of my breasts.
The Furnace Guy [FM]
She was daydreaming when the phone rang.
It would be the furnace guy, of course, here to do the winter inspection. She and her boyfriend were first time home owners, and they were doing everything by the book. It had been a stressful but fun two months since they moved in, and she was just now starting to feel at home in the new place with the three of them—her, him, and their golden retriever Max.
Her boyfriend—now domestic partner, she supposed—wasn’t home this morning. He was at the hospital, where they both worked. She didn’t mind dealing with the furnace guy alone, but she did hope he wouldn’t be a creep. She wasn’t afraid, per se, as she had Max, and of course her cell phone with her. But nonetheless she hoped, with a note of irritation, that he would be strictly professional.
When the phone rang, she was wearing a loose button up flannel with one of her nicer bras underneath, a pair of tight but comfortable jeans, and socks. Her hair was up in a cute, messy bun. She answered the phone. She confirmed the address and said she’d meet him out front in just a minute.
[MF] Hotel Encounter
We meet in a hotel bar. I am sitting there having a drink and you take the bar stool next to me. not much is said in the first few minutes we sit quietly and enjoy our drinks. The bar is nearly empty but you choose the spot right next to me.
I ask if you are there for business or pleasure and you tell me business. its always business. you tell me that traveling makes you exhausted from one town to the next.
You are dressed in a blouse top and a knee high skirt. you have thigh high stockings that the tops occasionally peak out the bottom of your skirt. after a little light talk and a laugh your hand gently touches my thigh.
you excuse yourself to use the restroom. when you come back you have a deviant look on your face. you tell me that the bathroom has a gift for me. being in the hotel bar it is a unisex bathroom. you tell me to look on the hanger on the door.
Lust in the Library
“Goddamnit. Is that Stacy?” I thought to myself.
“Fuck, it is.”
The last person I wanted to see that night was Stacy Knopf. She was a self-styled midwestern punk-girl of the suburbs, who I absolutely loathed. We shared two different classes this semester, and she was equally annoying in both. I could not fathom who would ever want to hang out with her, but she was hot, so I guess, someone would.
Her whole persona seemed so contrived. Stacy struck me as a girl who wanted to be seen, and as someone who needed the attention of anyone who would provide it, regardless of whether it was positive or not. The constant questions in lecture, followed by tangential anecdotes that nobody wanted to hear were seemingly endless. You could see the whole class collectively roll their eyes when she raised her hand.
I had made my offhand comments to her about how irritating I found her behavior. I’m here to learn, not to listen to her prattle. I know I can be an asshole, that much is obvious to anyone who knows me, but some people just bring out the worst in me. Stacy was at the top of that list. Worst of all was that while she annoyed me thoroughly, she fucking knew it too.
Drinks and a Show [MF] [Exhibition] [Cheating]
**PART ONE**
Back in high school I knew a girl, let’s call her Ashley. We were maybe 15 at that time, but don’t worry we’re 19 by the time this all happened. We weren’t really friends back then but I knew some people that knew her. She was a nice girl but we didn’t run with the same crowds. Nerdy, but also kind of a goth. At age 16 I left that school for another one and we didn’t talk much except occasional Facebook comments. I still lived in the same town though and a year or so after high school I ended up going with some friends to her apartment for drinks. She was pretty. Quite tall with long hair dyed several different colors. Ears pierced in about 10 different places. Tongue ring. Hourglass figure.
The night drags on and everyone else leaves. I’m a bit drunk so ask to sleep on the couch, which Ashley allows. We’re both drinking and eventually decide to play a card game. We start by playing War and then move to blackjack. I suggest that blackjack is pointless if we aren’t gambling. Ashley asks what we could gamble and I try articles of clothing. She smiles and agrees.
Cheating with my friends girlfriend [mf]
Several years ago a friend of mine was dating this girl, Courtney, for a few months. Meanwhile I had a long term relationship going on that wasn’t going too well and we started spending more time apart. I first met Courtney the same night my friend did when she approached him/us at a bar. One thing lead to another for him and they started dating then living together. The three of us would still hang out together from time to time, which resulted in my having her phone number because she was more apt to look at while at a bar then my friend was.
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Mark sat on one of the mattresses and expected Ahnix to join him on hers, but she remained standing a few feet away. She wordlessly began to untangle herself from the ancient and dirty cloth strips that covered her body.
At first, he thought that he should leave her to her privacy, but he told himself that if she wanted privacy she wouldn’t be shy about telling him to leave, or simply going somewhere else in the building where he wasn’t able to see. So he just sat back and wondered how much of the dusty cloth she was going to remove.
She took her time, slowly unraveling the long strips and rolling them up. Once the strip had been unwound from her body, she would take a finished roll of cloth and place it on the wooden table nearby. Her long, black tail hung limply behind her with only an occasional flick of its tip.