Jenni and Connie, arms around each other’s waist, stepped down to the nightclub floor in sync. Connie’s job was to show her off to the crowd. Jenni could barely contain her exuberance. She looked out through the flashing lights and pounding music at a sea of guys in all shapes and sizes. She could feel their eyes watching as she stepped naked onto the floor. Connie pulled her over by Jessie stood at the end of the bar.
“Ever drink tequila?” Jessie asked.
“Once or twice,” Jenni replied.
“Here then,” Jessie said, handing both Connie and her a half glass each of Cuervo. “1800, the good stuff.”
The three of them clinked glasses, tilted their heads back, pouring it in. Jenni’s eyes teared slightly as she shook her head.
“Wow,” Jenni exclaimed.
“Yeah, that stuff’ll put some hair and your chest,” Jessie said. “Now you girls get out there and show these boys what you got.” Simultaneously grabbing each one from behind, he gave their cheeks a squeeze, pushing them out to the crowd.
The floor was packed with tables, every seat taken. Guys were everywhere. Connie laced her arm around Jenni’s waist, pulling her through packed tables, and proceeded to explain the in and outs of stripping.
“First thing you have to know is guys can’t touch the girls,” Connie said, to a tall lean man trying to put an arm around Jenni. “House rules.”
“That’s no fun,” Jenni replied, looking back over her shoulder as his hands slid over her ass.
“The girls do all the touching,” Connie continued. “Guys give girls money to be touched in the right way, and sometimes they give you money for just nothin” Jenni smiled, too excited to hear anything Connie said but played like she was listening anyway.
“Now, about the pricing,” Connie said.
“Pricing?” Jenni said.
“Yeah, pricing,” Connie explained. “You don’t think they get this for free?” As she twisted Jenni around, pushing her through a wall of guys with octopedal appendages.
“Five dollars for a lap dance.”
Jenni looked up, twisting her her head questioningly.
“You’ll learn. Now, what was I sayin? Oh yeah. Lapdance cost five, handjob cost ten, and a blowjob cost twenty.”
Jenni wasn’t exactly sure she was talking about, but she got the gist.
“Now fuckin, some girls charge fifty, others seventy-five, and still a few get away with a hundred. But you can’t do it on the floor, you have to take it to a private room back there,” Connie said, pointing to the doors arranged across the back wall. “And them rooms come with a twenty dollar rental fee, plus you get a bouncer who stands outside.”
A big shit eatin grin went from ear to ear across Jenni’s face. She was all for the fuckin.
“Now you watch the other girls to see how they do it,” Connie further explained, “and you just do what they do. It’s how I learned. Comm’n now, let’s take a walk around the floor.”
Tag: Group
[Group] Me, Dawe and three strangers on a boat.
INFO:
– More info about me or Dawe (my boyfriend), body description pics etc -> check my history.
– I would like to know who’s reading my posts. It’s a turn on. In addition to PMs, could you comment (or PM if you don’t want to comment, but PMs get lost more easily) with your age and gender? I’m just curious. Also, I’d like to think that I make girls horny too as I’m bi, but there seem to be no love from them!
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I’ve been on holiday with Dawe last week. We went on a seaside location where there are many small beaches, you usually get a boat to go around etc. It’s very quiet and only a few people go there.
As usual, we have been very active in bed. The location itself and the situation were also a great turn on. For example, I’ve been sunbathing topless everyday on our boat, and many people looked at me, some even slowed down when passing close to us, and that was a lot of fun. Now, there are a few stories I’d like to tell about this holiday, but I want to start from this one. Even our fwb did not believe it until we showed her a picture we took with these people (I will talk about them later on), and as wild and crazy as we are, it’s been thrilling for us too.
Our first experience with another couple [MF]
It started like any other fantasy.
I would be horny and bored, and would go through all of the various sexual permutations in my mind. My brain would put things together to see how they fit, what kind of response they elicited in me. When I stumbled upon one I liked, I would latch on, my breath would quicken, I’d push it to further and further mental extremes until I finished, usually with a slight pang of guilt over how far I’d pushed the fantasy, how extreme I’d made it.
This one started simple. Exhibitionism. The desire to be seen by others in a sexual scenario, and for them to be turned on but unable to partake. Only this was a sort of compersive exhibitionism as it wasn’t me I was most interested in showing off, but rather Her.
Our first time at a swinger club! ❤️ [Group] [MF/MF] (We are 25/26 and they seemed to be between 30-40)
We were scared, horny, nervous, excited… its crazy how you feel as soon as you leave your comfort zone! But we were both determined to finally start living our fantasies :)
Just for context, we are both extremely turned on by the idea of sex with other people, group sex, seeing each other with someone…
Also, see our post history for photos/vids of us if you want ;)
We got to the club and sat in a couch in the middle, we had brought a couple bottles of wine so we started drinking, and “stalking” everyone there haha, as discreetly as we could we’d just look around and whisper what we were thinking about everyone to each other..
Sadly enough we weren’t seeing any couple we liked, so we just decided to relax, enjoy the wine, and worst case just have some fun by ourselves in the private rooms… (the club had a lounge/bar – where we were sitting – several private play rooms, a dungeon, glory holes, another lounge, and an orgy room – exciting!!)
House parties are the best [MF] [exhibition] [public]
Hey, so this is more for me than you guys. Got to keep the memory alive somehow, and what better way to relive it than by writing it out?
When I was a teenager I had two main female interests in my life. The first was a cute red haired girl, pale skinned, had decently sized D cup boobs, but a pretty petite build. She often wore slim fitting black jeans, vans or converse, and probably a joy division shirt or something like it. Both girls were a bit on the alternative side actually, not the kind that you’d find in the popular crowd. She was the first girl I thought I had feelings for, her name was Rae.
The second was in a similar vein, alternative, petite build, maybe slightly taller, but with brown hair. She dressed similarly as well, but had much bigger boobs, around F if I remember, they were truly huge, and great fun. Her and I were on the cusp of starting a relationship at this time… we’d had sex quite a lot “as friends”, but I could tell it was turning into more, but I wasn’t quite ready to take the plunge.
Making her wet on the dance floor [MF]
This is a true story from my single days out on the scene in a big city. I still get a little thrill thinking back on this encounter. Thought many of you might enjoy it (Please let me know in the comments!)
So I was out for happy hour with a number of work colleagues. We were at a new club in the city that was having a grand opening. The drinks were flowing and our group started to mingle a bit. I started talking to this really hot girl named Chris who worked for a local media buying agency. I bought her a few drinks and as is often the case, the conversation turned to sex. I introduced one of my favorite sociological theories – specifically that women tended to be more hetero-flexible than men and found it easier to hook up with other women without it necessarily meaning that they were lesbian or bisexual.
Now often times I would get pushback on this theory but Chris told me that she completely agreed and that – in fact – she had often fantasized about having sex with another woman but never had the opportunity to act on it.
First night with my fiance [MF]
So. Sadly I am on a job abroad for an extended period of time. So my fiance, Amy, and I decided to stop lurking on this sub and actually post some things to make the wait till we meet again shorter. I decided to get the process going.
I hope my story telling and English aren’t too terrible.
This is the story of how we finally got together. We were both in hour early twenties at the time and in college. My roommate, Leo, was having his birthday celebrations and the student housing place we lived at, had this space to rent out for parties and seminars.
So that was where we were partying. We had already had many beers and even some heavier top shelf stuff to get the party going. We were drunk and Leo decided to go pick up the sexy redheaded that just walked in, Amy of course, and tells me so. I saw who he meant and was pissed as hell. Leo knew, I was interested and had been working up the nerve to ask her out. Amy and I had had some of the same classes together. But it never amounted to more then a friendship or so it seemed.
Kara, Part 2 [MF]
Relevant tags: [FM][College]
My previous story was well received, so here we go!
Link to part 1: https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6zs9vh/kara_mf/
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I left the party somewhat early, Eric only came back a few hours later. He seemed to have had a pretty good night, and made no mention of the fact that Kara and I had disappeared for an hour or two. I wasn’t sure if he wanted me to tell him, or if he actually had no idea. He wasn’t sober by any stretch of the imagination, but neither was he drunk, so it was hard to tell whether or not he actually knew. Either way, I stayed silent, figuring it’s better to tell him a story like this at another time. We hit the sack and in the next morning we slept in, like every Saturday morning should be spent.
In the morning I checked my phone, there was a message from Kara: “Hey.” Half awake I replied in a similar fashion. Her reply was instantaneous: “Dude, it’s almost noon, you just woke up?” We chatted super casually for a while, completely ignoring the events of the night before. Eventually we agreed to meet up for a late breakfast, as she had already made plans to go with some of the earlier risers.
The Dinner Party [Mf, Ff, exhibitionism, bondage, punishment, group]
The old mansion was decadent and the party fit the mood perfectly. Tables adorned with elegant black orchid centerpieces and elaborate hand-written place settings filled the large banquet room. Candles in pristinely polished silver candelabras twinkled everywhere, casting a soft dim light over the room. Masked guests meandered about and slipped in and out of conversational groups. Silver trays of delectable hors d’oeuvres and flutes of champagne were held aloft by beautiful women adorned only in masks, high black boots, and black leather collars. The guests gave them appreciative glances as they passed between the party goers, silently offering refreshment.
The Master, host of the party and owner of the naked attendants, stood in a dark corner overseeing the party with a watchful eye. His dark eyes glittered in the candlelight. He cut an imposing figure, six feet tall with a slim athletic build, dark hair, and an impeccable black suit. His mask was simple black satin and only served to enhance his mysterious air. He observed his servants as they moved through the banquet room in perfect silence. Each had been brought to a heightened state of arousal before the party and the small egg shaped vibrators held inside their moist slits ensured they would remain that way. Now he waited to see which of the girls would be the first to falter. Her punishment would provide the entertainment for his eager guests.
The Dinner Party [Mf, Ff, exhibitionism, bondage, punishment, group]
The old mansion was decadent and the party fit the mood perfectly. Tables adorned with elegant black orchid centerpieces and elaborate hand-written place settings filled the large banquet room. Candles in pristinely polished silver candelabras twinkled everywhere, casting a soft dim light over the room. Masked guests meandered about and slipped in and out of conversational groups. Silver trays of delectable hors d’oeuvres and flutes of champagne were held aloft by beautiful women adorned only in masks, high black boots, and black leather collars. The guests gave them appreciative glances as they passed between the party goers, silently offering refreshment.
The Master, host of the party and owner of the naked attendants, stood in a dark corner overseeing the party with a watchful eye. His dark eyes glittered in the candlelight. He cut an imposing figure, six feet tall with a slim athletic build, dark hair, and an impeccable black suit. His mask was simple black satin and only served to enhance his mysterious air. He observed his servants as they moved through the banquet room in perfect silence. Each had been brought to a heightened state of arousal before the party and the small egg shaped vibrators held inside their moist slits ensured they would remain that way. Now he waited to see which of the girls would be the first to falter. Her punishment would provide the entertainment for his eager guests.