[MF] Late night hotel swimming pool – mindblowing oral

This is a bit long, and contains a lot of build up and context. I personally like that in my GWS stories, so I put it in when I’m telling mine, so if you prefer to go straight to the fucking this may not be the one for you. Names and other details inconsequential to the sexy times have been changed, obscured or omitted to protect the parties involved, but other than that, its all true.

My wife and I have a semi-open relationship. It’s not like we’re going around screwing other people all the time, but we’ve both agreed that we can fuck other people should the opportunity arise. This is the tale of such an opportunity.

A few months ago I was away for a work conference over several days. The conference was in a large hotel in the UK countryside. Like a large stately home, with huge grassy gardens and an antique furnished interior. A very beautiful and romantic location, and I was lucky enough to experience a very erotic couple of nights whilst there.

I’ve always been a slut [MMFMM]

I’ve always been a slut. It’s as much a part of me as my blood type or eye colour. I’m not sure if it’s the thrill of all the attention, the delicious agony of being used or the pure physical hedonism of sex. And it doesn’t really matter.

Men have looked at me since I first hit puberty. I suppose every girl experiences that to a certain extent. The difference perhaps, is that I have loved it since the moment it started. Sometimes it’s a flutter in my stomach or a sly smile to myself as they pass by. As I got older, it became rushing home to touch myself after a moment of shared eye contact. I couldn’t let the buzz of being physically appreciated go unnoticed. Getting myself off to the thought of seducing perfect strangers and friends alike was fun, but it never dulled the desire. If anything, my daily fantasies were only encouraged. Don’t get me wrong; I have standards, just no shame.

My imagination grew out of control, and I had mentally fucked every reasonably attractive guy that I knew. Anyone interesting that passed me on my commute, the hot guys from work, new friends, old friends – each one of them had been inside me. Each one of them had jostled the others out of the way to taste me.

Vegas Pool Party leads to hooking up with hot [M]IL[F]

Since I got so many good responses to the last story I though I would share another one.

My buddy Matt was having his bachelor party in Vegas. I couldn’t wait. I hadn’t been to Vegas in a while and I looking forward to letting lose after months of grinding away at work. I wasn’t the best man but as always I coordinated the weekend. Must be the lawyer in me always trying to take control.

Sixteen of us flew in for the bachelor party. We were staying at all different hotels.

Immediately after I landed I checked into my hotel, the Aria. A bunch of the boys were down at the pool. I changed and then grabbed a quick lunch from the cafe and headed to meet them.

Getting down to the pool the boys had gotten a cabana. We had a great view of the entire pool. One by one all of the boys slowly trickled to the cabana. It was only about 11 am but the beer and shots were flowing.

My Girl[f]riend gets comfortable with my room[m]ate

My girlfriend Lauren (22/F) was hanging out at my place, drinking with me (26/M) and my roommate Sam (28/M) at the time. Lauren was(is) probably 5’2″ and 110 lbs, Filipino with a cute face but not a crowd stopper. However, she has a body that I think is just perfect, in shape with great curves for such a small woman. Since we were just staying in, and it was the summer, she was wearing just a tank top and booty shorts. I know my roommate thought she was hot, and he had a thing for asian girls, even though his girlfriend was white. Since we were long distance at the time, Lauren usually wasn’t around, so it was a treat to have her living with me for a week, and my roommate certainly did not mind. She was always friendly with him, and playful, and she knew he thought she was hot, so she would try to act really sexy around him. He was a very nice guy, and had a girlfriend, which made him the perfect target for Lauren, because she knew she could flirt heavily and he wouldn’t do anything about it.

Road Trip Stopover [M23, F24]

A few weeks ago I was informed by my father that his mother was recently diagnosed with lung cancer. She had not been feeling well the past few months and was going to the doctor when they finally figured out that she was sick. Luckily it had not spread to her lymph nodes yet, and they were able to get all of it out through surgery. This scare forced me to think about how I had not seen that side of my family in close to five years, largely because they had always been a few days drive from me, and it was difficult to get off work for long enough to make the visit worthwhile. Having gotten a new job that actually gives vacation time and located a bit closer to their part of the country than where I was, I figured that I would take a week or so to go up and see my grandparents, aunts and uncles, and cousins. As an added benefit, I would be driving through the city that my older sister, Laura, is in for the summer, allowing for a reunion as I had not seen her in almost a year. I had to work Friday night, so I figured that I would drive the ten hours to my sisters place on Saturday, spend through Monday with her, and then drive the remaining eight hours to my grandparents. I had already cleared the plan with everyone involved, and was looking forward to visiting family.

[M]y [f]ling with the hostel hostess

Sorry about spacing, I am writing this on mobile and can’t tell how it will turn out. Also midway through I realized the story is mostly present tense, so I am continuing that way.

 

 

I just arrived at my hostel in Riga when I am greeted by the beautiful Finnish girl. She looks like she is in her low twenties. As she is checking me in, we begin to chat about how she ended up in Riga and other parts of her life. After almost an hour of chatting, I learned about how she likes to party (no surprise there) and how she loves dancing with cute guys. I offered to buy her a drink tonight if she showed me where the people of riga went to party rather than the tourist traps. She said she would meet me at the hostel around 21.30.

 

Reich up the Ass: Hitler’s 1000-Year Mud Gab (Chapter 1) [MM] [Humor]

On the eve of September 29th, 1938, British Prime Minister Neville Chamberlain entered his hotel room exhausted. He had just returned from a secret, day-long deliberation in Munich, where he and a group of powerful world leaders had drafted “The Munich Agreement,” a settlement which promised to return the Sudetenland to Germany — and hopefully avoid war in the process.
He carried the heavy stack of paper as he paced back and forth through the room. Chamberlain knew the natural reserves local to the land, and he knew of its tactical position relative to Poland and France. He knew Germany, sore after the events of The First World War, might use that land to instigate an attack. But most of all, he knew that Adolph Hitler was not to be trusted.

He dumped the draft on the desk and put his head in his hands. He looked at the oak clock on the wall. 11:58. A sigh escaped him. Ultimately, his signature would change the draft to a document, and he felt the weight of the future falling on his shoulders. It would be a long night.

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Revenge Is A (Naked Cumsoaked) B*tch [Mf] [blkmail] [huml] [reluc]

Summer was that girl in high school. The almighty popular one – tall, fit, perfectly blonde, perfectly tanned. She was always dripping in Tiffany, drove a white BMW and threw all the best parties. Whenever Spring Break came around, people waited anxiously for her to post bikini pictures. The second those albums came out on Facebook, word spread across town like wildfire. By evening, every male classmate and teacher would have jacked off to Summer’s tits at least once. And, of course, they would have saved the rest of the album to a private folder for future use.

Evan was no exception. He remembered the days when he received texts from friends to alert him of the “Summer Blockbuster.” He’d drop everything he was doing to rush to his computer, pick his favorite shots and then whip out his dick. He remembered a particularly depraved year when he printed out a photo just to cum all over it. The shot was a beautiful one of Summer laughing, her blue eyes crinkling, her perfect teeth glistening. Evan remembered firing his thick load all over her wide-open mouth.

He’d picked the picture because it was such a lie.

Kissing a Stranger Pt 2 [FF]

*This is part two of Ariella’s story. Let me know what you think. I hope you enjoy. Also, I have edited the first part and will post it later for those interested.*

Ariella’s hair whipped around her head, blown about in the wind from the convertible top on the Italian sports car that Ilara drove in and out of traffic, expertly avoiding collisions at high speeds. Ariella realized that apprehension, even fear, should be pulling at her mind, but in its place was anticipation and curiosity. She could not peel her eyes off of Ilara. Something had happened back at the club, and not just her embarrassing display in front of hundreds of people. The crowd had been feral, animalistic in their desire for her. Ariella felt that Ilara knew what had happened, or even caused it some how.

“What was that? Back at the club?” asked Ariella.

“That was you,” replied Ilara, never taking her focus off the road in front of her.

“What do you mean? What did I do? Besides get off in front of a bunch of strangers. And, you, who are you? How did you do that to me?” the questions poured out of her without her control.

Unexpected Coworker (M/F)

I had recently taken to working out at the company gym. I was able to beat traffic, it was free and most of all, it was part of my making changes. I had amicably ended things with my fiancee. I was offered a job in another state that was far too good to pass up. She had reasons why should couldn’t leave. That was the end of that. Few people took advantage of the gym and despite thousands of people working for the company, there were never more than a dozen people working out in the morning.

Sheryl was the girlfriend of a co-worker, Rob. She was there every singe day and while we were certainly were friendly before, we became even more so and often ate breakfast together, another company perk for our division. Everyone knew I was going to take the new job, but they didn’t know I wouldn’t be taking Paula, my now ex. Cheryl was one of the first people at work that I told of the break and she correctly guessed that it was the reason for my change in routine. She was permanently upbeat, a touch nerdy and genuine.