I lived in Miami over ten years ago where I was married at the time. Sadly, Miami in the early 2000’s (maybe still today, IDK) was a sex crazed place where hookups came easily, even if you were married. While down there I was working at a restaurant while doing my undergrad.
My wife also worked in the restaurant and had become close friends with a Colombian girl who we will call “Ximena” for purposes of the story. Ximena was about 5’3″, 95 pounds (seriously, she was a rail), long limbed, and with a face that was often compared to Penelope Cruz. Ximena had a personality that would move in and out of “shy good girl” and “flirty vixen” rather seamlessly, but she was never really anyone who I even considered an attraction to because of her friendship with my wife and because she wasn’t exactly my usual body type.
Some time later, my wife moved on from the restaurant and got a ‘real job’ while I was finishing up school. During this time Ximena and I had grown closer, mainly because I was the only guy in the restaurant that wasn’t trying to fuck her (ironically). She would often do little flirtatious things with me, like give me a hip bump whenever she walked past, she was always touching me in little ways.
At the time, there was a strip club close to the restaurant where we worked and this strip club had an “Industry Card” where you could get free entrance to the club and $2.50 well drinks Sunday through Wednesday night. This strip club became one of our frequent stops for an after work drink, and we often had mixed groups of people 5-15 in their early 20’s going to the club. In the past, I had a few drunken makeouts with some of the other women who came along, but Ximena never went. She wasn’t much of a drinker, and really wasn’t much in to the after work party scene at all. I would constantly joke with Ximena about coming to the strip club with us after work, but she never would. One night I was finally able to convince her to join us.
We got to the strip club and she immediately went in to the “shy good girl” part of her personality. She seemed a little uncomfortable and was either by herself or chatting a little with another girl that was there. I was drinking and having a good time socializing at first, but shortly moved over to hang with Ximena as I felt like her enjoyment was my responsibility since I had convinced her to come in the first place.
The two of us sat and chatted about nothing in particular for a little while, until I finally started trying to get her to loosen up. We were joking and finally she started smiling and having a good time. It was at some point here (a little bit of a drunk fog, sorry) that I convinced her to get a private dance with me.
Now, before you all start to decry “BULLSHIT” about this part of the story, this is as good time as ever to tell those of you who don’t know about the strip club scene in some parts of Florida. This is an industry that varies significantly from one region of the country to another. In my former home town, strip clubs have been outlawed and are now replaced by “bikini bars.” Where I currently reside, strip clubs girls all wear pasties over their nipples and there is a strict no-touching policy everywhere you go. Compared to the strip clubs in Florida, these places are an absolute joke. This is why I don’t go to strip clubs anymore, I’ve been completely spoiled.
The strip clubs in Miami are the absolute greatest. The first time I went, the most beautiful black girl I have ever seen hung out with me for a good half our, had a couple drinks with me, then we went to the private room where she reached in to my pants and adjusted my cock so she could grind me out more effectively. I was hooked. At my bachelor party we went to a seedier strip club where a buddy of mine paid a girl to give me a blowjob in the bathroom. As a former bar patron of mine once said of Florida strip clubs, “they don’t get their dollar if I don’t get their titties in my mouth.” Point made.
So, Ximena and I go in to the private room with a very tan latina girl who’s got nice fake tits, a firm body and tan lines all over the place. The room costs $20 per song, and the first song comes on. Ximena is sitting next to me on the bench and we’re both watching the girl. Ximena is giggling a little but I sort of lose track of her because STRIPPER. The stripper is grinding on me, has her tits in my face and I look over at Ximena who’s starting to look a little devilish.
The first song ends and the stripper asks me if I’d like another dance, I say “ooooh yeah” or something to that effect, excitedly, and the girls both giggle. Ximena and the stripper are chatting briefly, complementing each other, the stripper asks if we’re a couple and I say we’re just friends.
Song two comes on and it’s more of the same, I look over at Ximena who has the same look on her face and I grab her hand, placing it on the strippers firm breast. Ximena moves in closer to me and we’re now sitting closely side by side, the stripper is grinding my cock, Ximena is rubbing the stripper’s right breast and I’m rubbing the stripper’s left. The stripper then turns around and pushes our faces together and Ximena and I start making out passionately. Our hands are all over each other and the stripper is still grinding on me.
Songs 3, 4 and 5 are a blur (if there were even that many). All I remember was spending $120 and I’m a good tipper, so maybe 4 dances with a nice tip? Who cares. Once Ximena and I started kissing any memory of the stripper faded.
Ximena and I walked out of the private room holding hands, and quickly remembered that we were about to join a few people who knew that I was married so we kind of had to hit the reset on our display of affection. This was nearly impossible. For the rest of the evening, Ximena and I were like glue. Every 10 or 15 minutes we’d get up and disappear around a corner making out so no one would know (most everyone knew). This probably went on for an hour or so before we left.
Ximena and I got dropped off back at work to get our cars by a fellow co-worker. She sort of started acting as if nothing ever happened and started walking back to her car, but as our co-worker drove off she turned around and headed straight for me. We kissed again, and she said “we can’t stay here, do you have anywhere to go?”
I couldn’t get a hotel because of the credit card info and I did have to go home eventually, so we got in my car and I pulled behind a veterenary clinic (!!!) around the corner from our job.
We parked the car and started making out, more intensely than before. As intensely as I have ever kissed anyone before. She starts rubbing my chest, kissing my neck very lightly and whispering in my ear “you are a big boy, you are such a big boy.” She rubs my nipples a little and starts rubbing down the inside of my leg a little. I’m kissing her neck and licking her ear and saying god knows what, all I can think of is what she is whispering with a sexy little high pitched Colombian accent.
Her hand makes it’s way to my cock which is hard and constrained by my jeans. She’s still whispering and says to me “there you are my big boy.” She keeps rubbing my cock on the outside of my jeans and repeatedly whispers “you want to show me, don’t you?” Who knows what the fuck I said in response, I would love an audio tape, because even more than the visual of this beautiful girl, the most sensual memories that I have of this experience are the words that she said.
I unzip my pants and she takes off her shirt, she now has her hand around my cock through my boxer briefs and she acts a little shy. I start licking her nipples and honestly, she was almost completely flat chested. Again, not my usual body type, but we are what we are and she was gorgeous.
We’re all limbs reaching here and there in the passenger seat of my now steamy car. I’m sucking her nipples, she’s alternating with her hand on my cock, my chest, and my face where her other hand rests firmly planted to my cheek as she is kissing me.
She takes off her pants and is wearing a sort of shiny, gold metallic looking thong. I reach behind her and start rubbing her ass, moving in concentric circles closer and closer to what I want, all I want. When I take control she goes quiet, moans lightly and releases steamy nothings in my ear.
I pull her thong to the side and lightly play with her pussy. I’m usually fairly aggressive, but she’s so tiny I worry about going too far so I tread lightly. I’m 6’2″ 250 and sort of “country strong” or “burly” and there is nothing to this woman, I’m constantly holding back.
After lightly touching her I put a finger inside, she’s ready for it and she’s ready for more. She reaches down and pulls my cock out, finally, and starts stroking. She leans in for a kiss and whispers in my ear “are you ready?”
She sits on me, slowly, let’s me in as far as she can take. She leans in again and says “it’s all for you” over and over as she slowly slides up and down on me. I can only fit about 3/4 of the way inside of her. She keeps sliding, slowly at first, but I now grab her hips as she straddles me with her legs and lift her up and down. She’s like a sex toy, I am controlling her completely and bouncing her up and down. Completely inside now, I feel like I’m going to blow so we slow down.
We’re adjusting, trying to find a way for her to grind me in the passenger seat of a car. Finally, she has her feet on my shoulders, her legs together, and my cock insider her. She’s sliding forward and backward with me inside and it doesn’t take her long at all, her face turns bright red, she quivers a little and moans and she’s done. Completely, one and done type. She lays almost motionless for a good 10 seconds then looks at me and says “I needed that.”
Another few seconds passes, she catches her breath, kisses me again and says “do you want me to masturbate you.” Why not.
I’m laying in the seat and she’s laying by my side, I don’t really know how she’s comfortable but then again she’s almost literally 1/3 of my size. She starts in with the whispering and sweet little kisses on my neck again and I am a goner.
I come all over the place, and I have to clean this shit up before I go home. It’s on my pants and shirt, on her, on the car door and floor and seat. Christ.
We clean up, kiss again and chat. It feels special, but… I’m married, to this girl’s close friend. There’s lots more to this story that I’ll probably never tell, some of it /r/gonewildstories worthy but it promptly careened in to /r/lifedrama with a little /r/trashy mixed in.
But even with all of the eventual crazy, this night made everything worth it. I hope you enjoyed, I’ve been reading this sub for a few months and wanted to contribute one of my experiences in return.
Tag: BJ
XXX Granny Tales [MF]
Chapter 1
Most people take one look at me and tend to think that I’m constantly knocking on deaths door. To be honest, this is true at times, but just like you I also have days when I’m full of life. I may be getting on but that doesn’t mean that I don’t deserve to have my itches scratched every now and again; the only problem is, finding somebody who can get the job done. I’ve spoken to a few of my friends who live with me in the nursing home and the advice they usually give is for me to find an older gentlemen who’ll be able to sort me out once or twice a week. The thing is though, I’m quite limb for my age so it’s rather difficult for these poor men to keep up with me; I’ve already sent one to the hospital and that’s just about all the guilt I’m willing to deal with. So, where does this leave me? I don’t get many visitors, and the people that do come to see me are usually family; so most days I’m left to satisfy myself which isn’t always as rewarding.
How I Met My Girlfriend [MF]
Since the time of my first story, Tara and I are still friends. We briefly had a good run as friends with benefits but that ended when I got together with my current girlfriend, Karen. Tara and I haven’t hooked up ever since I got with Karen except for one occasion but that’s a whole other story. If it wasn’t for Tara bringing me along with her to a Halloween party with her friends, I would never have met Karen.
I was meeting up with Tara at her apartment to pre-game before the Halloween party. Being the minimalist cheap bastard that I was, I wore jeans, a red flannel shirt, a beanie, and called myself a lumberjack/Canadian/Guess-what-I-am-because-you’ll-always-guess-the-right-answer costume. As Tara answered the door, I was blinded by bright lights flooding out from behind her and as I saw the outline of Tara’s figure I thought I was looking into the gates of heaven. Mostly because she was dressed up as an angel and for some reason she and her roommates had turned on every light imaginable in the apartment. I guess to better put on their makeup? Not that I was complaining. The moment I walked into the apartment, I was greeted by four, including Tara, Asian angels wearing white tank tops/crop tops, white booty shorts, a pair of wings and a golden lanyard wreath on their heads to represent the halos. I was appreciating Tara’s costume in particular as I couldn’t help but steal glances here and there of Tara’s underbun peeking out from beneath her shorts. We all took a few shots of tequila and bourbon with some chasers before we started walking over to the party.
A Birthday Present for my Girlfriend [MFF] [bit of BDSM later]
As Maria and I ascended the steps from the tube up to the train station, we surfaced into a bustling crowd. Before I could pull out my phone, I spotted Freya not ten paces away. She was lovely, even prettier than her photos and sporting the suitcase we had talked so much about.
“There she is,” I said. It was on, and all three of us smiled. (Maria as she reads this: I said that first!)
To briefly catch you up, Maria and I have been together for more than four years. We started dating a month into university, and at the time she was ‘straight’. I live abroad, so when I went home for Christmas we would quickly whip each other into a frenzy of sex-starvation. In discussing our fantasies, as you might guess, threesomes became a common theme. After a year or two together, we began to explore when we had time. We had had two threesomes before this story: the first was fun but we didn’t click much, and the second was incredible but could never happen again. One last thing is that I write in my spare time, so this may end up quite long and literary. Half the fun is in the context! The girls have encouraged me to write this, so I have to impress them too of course. I’ll put a line break below for readers who want to skip down to the sex.
[FM] Head of the Class and She Just Won a Swallowship
Me: At the time, I was 18, at the end of my senior year in high school, 5’5, long brown hair, brown eyes, tan, toned body, 34c tits, a thick round ass, and a big bush on my mound (no hair around my lips or holes).
So it’s the end of my senior year and I’ve really just given up at this point, my will to do schoolwork is completely gone an I’ve been banking on my teachers realizing that. Most did except for one who seemed insistent on assigning work until the very end of the year. So on comes along my essay in the last month of school. Now in reality the essay wasn’t particularly difficult to write or particularly long, but I really just couldn’t be bothered. So being the enterprising businesswoman I am, I sought out some help. I went to one kid in my class who I had got with a few times and asked if he could help me write it. When agreed and I then asked if he would just flat out write the whole thing.
[MF] From a Music Video Set to an Empty Street
A few years ago, I (a mid-20s male) had just moved to Los Angeles. As is the custom, I was doing some work in the film industry, and so it happened that I ended up in Malibu on a gorgeous summer SoCal day, as an extra for a slightly silly but enjoyable music video.
Anyone who’s worked in the film industry knows the deal: extra work is boring in and of itself. But you get paid to meet similarly-aged people, and in this case, hang out on the sunny beach. Unfortunately, as much as I love LA, the people often fit the stereotype, so at first I found myself hiding out alone at this shoot. The guys were douchey, each thinking their abs were amazing, they were the next big thing, and every woman wanted them. The women were pretentious, worried more about how they thought they looked than whether they looked like what the director was looking for.
[MF] Jeff and his car [Update]
This is a quick follow up story/update to a story I posted the other day about a guy who I’ve been hooking up with recently..
Me and Jeff have recently seeing one another a lot more and the sex has been incredible. He’s so hands on with me and the feeling it gives me is sensational. He came round to pick me up the other day, taking me back to his as my flatmates were in (they have no idea about this) and insisted I wear something easy to access. I thought I’d go the extra mile and wear a tight dress with nothing underneath so it would give him a nice surprise when he tried to tease me again (god the tease is unbearable sometimes!
Anyway, I jump into his car which is parked around the block and he’s wearing a leather bomber jacket which makes him look so damn hot. When I jump into the passenger seat, I lean in for a kiss and he barely pouts his lips to kiss me, he takes dominance to a whole new level haha. We barely had much time and we’d been messaging all day about how horny we both were.. and I could see the frustration built up in his eyes today so I knew it was going to be good.
The wild, wild, MILFwest [mFFF, anal, oral]
“Absolutely ridiculous”, Mrs. Busty said.
Mrs. Busty, Mrs. Done, and Mrs. Anal were all wearing cowboy outfits composed of ass-less chaps, boots, string bikini tops, leather vests, and of course, cowboy hats. Why? Wild west themed sex, that’s why. After driving around the state, I soon found a genuine ghost town complete with an old timey saloon. I told the MILFs and sure enough, they wanted to have fun. We got western outfits together and headed over with camera equipment to film a western fuckfest to watch for future viewing pleasure.
“So, how is this going to go down”, Mrs. Done asked.
“What about cocks and robbers”, Mrs. Anal suggested. “Us, the robbers, capture our very own cock, you, and have fun with him.”
“Sounds good to me”, I agreed. “I’ll let you handle this then.”
The MILFs tied me up with rope and sat me down in the middle of the saloon.
“We got you now, pardner!”, Mrs. Busty said in a western accent. “Now it’s time to get revenge for locking us up for so long!”
The MILFs blindfolded me and took my pants off.
UPDATE: Further into the rabbit hole and through the looking glass too WTF??? [MF] [cheating]
Fastest update ever! Here’s part one:
I fell into the rabbit hole and I don’t ever want to leave [MF] [cheating] from gonewildstories
The morning after Marissa and I had our stoner night out she was the first thought in my head when I opened my eyes. I was hard as a rock remembering shooting my cum into her mouth. I didn’t want to jerk off and don’t even bother to try with the wife anymore so I just went about my day until about 11 when I folded and decided to text Marissa against my better judgment.
I simply texted “Hi blazin buddy! Hope you had a great breakfast with mom. How’s your lips? I had a great time hanging out with you last night.” The lips were a problem because they were chapped and all our kissing did not help. The response was immediate “Hey hey : ) Morning (lips kissing emoji) I had a wonderful time as well.” We went back and forth for a few minutes and I told her I would try to see her again soon. That pause in texting lasted about 2 hours.
[FM] [business] My first time with a hunk has made me want more
I’ve loved reading these stories for ages during university and I always wondered if I would ever have something worth posting! Finally I have a story and I’ve been deliberating whether to post it for a while now.
Jeff and I met during a networking event at university, he works for a company I wanted to intern with and we kept in touch. We ended up having sex not too long after and I’m so into his manliness.
When we first met about a week ago, I was instantly attracted to him. Jeff was one of those guys who you wouldn’t dare interrupt when he was talking. He commanded authority when he spoke and usually quite a chatty girl, but with Jeff I wouldn’t dare try. He was a stocky, about 6″2 and had a square face which I remember distinctively. I’m 22, pretty short… have a good body with long dark hair and most guys describe me as cute. I’ve been told I look like the smaller version of Daisy Lowe by my friends which I’ll take haha. He must have been on the wrong side of his 20’s or late 20’s, settling into his career.