This happened at the end of May, when I went to visit my girlfriend Ute, who is studying at the Institute of Technology at Aalborg. For weeks, we'd been sending each other skype messages with all the depraved sex acts that we planned to do to. Early on, I dropped this bomb on her in a "e-sex" session:
Me: i'm going to make you do a cum walk.
Her: what the heck is that?
Her: nm. googled it. um, ok, not sure about that
Me: non-negotiable. you're going to do it
Her: we'll see
She wasn't down with the idea at first, but I kept at it. Eventually "we'll see" turned into conversations about "how? and where?" I knew that if she got too comfortable with it, most of the effect would be lost. This wasn't supposed to BE about comfortable. This was supposed to be about pushing so far past the boundaries of comfortable that it wasn't even a concept anymore.
When I got there, I was amazed at how great she looked. She had left the US weighing about 140lbs- that's 140 hot as hell pounds. I almost didn't recognize her when I saw her. She was down to about 103. Between the hectic pace of school and walking to/from classes, she'd turned from pleasantly rounded to super tight. She looked like a cross country runner. I have to admit that I missed the old c-cups, but her tits were so perky now that it more than made up for it.
I'm not going to bore you with the three days and nights of non-stop reunion sex. As planned, we tried (and both enjoyed) anal a half dozen times or so, along with blowjobs, pussy eating, and tons of good old-fashioned fucking. On Thursday night, after a particularly wonderful bj, I looked down to enjoy watching her licking up leftover bits of cum and said "no more sex tonight. Tomorrow morning you're going on a cum walk, and I want your face completely glazed over."
She froze. "I thought you were kidding about that," she said, nervously.
"Nope. But since this is your first one- of this week I mean- we'll do it in the early morning so there aren't as many people around."
She hugged herself and shuddered. "This is Copenhagen. There are ALWAYS people around."
"True, but not as many," I said…
…The next morning, I woke her up at 6AM. "Ready?" I asked her.
She laughed nervously. "OK," she said. "But if you get me arrested, my parents are going to kill you."
I pushed her head down and growled "deepthroat me, and make sure you do a LOT of ball sucking. It always makes me have a big load."
And so began one of the best blowjobs she's ever given me. Between her anxiety and my anticipation at what would happen afterward, we were both on a peak of arousal. I flipped her over and pulled her head off the bed, fucking her throat like it was a pussy while flicking my fingers across her clit. It felt so good, I almost forgot my plans for my cum load. It was like there was a little devil on one shoulder saying "c'mon- you KNOW you want to shoot that huge load right down her throat. Bury that cock to the hilt and start splooging!" and a little angel in white robes on the other shoulder saying "tut tut! you should always follow through on your promises! Pull out and splooge all over her face! It's the polite thing to do!"
The angel won. Just as I was about to yield to temptation, I yanked my cock out of her throat, pulled her off the bed, held her face up, and jacked off what seemed to be a full pint of thick white semen right onto her face. Some of it got into her long dark hair, forming two white jelly streaks. Other bits dangled off her nose and chin like wriggly icicles. And the rest of it was basically just smeared all around, coating practically every inch of her face.
She was doing fine for a while. I carefully pulled a white "wife beater" t-shirt over her head. It was thin, barely concealing her tiny nipples. Their areolas stood out like little Fifty Øre coins. The weather was chilly that day, so she'd be able to cut glass with those nipples.
Getting out the door was the first challenge. She simply could not bring herself to step across the threshold. I had to make her close her eyes and hold my hand. When the latch clicked shut behind her, she leaped half a meter in the air. She ran back to her apartment and tugged at the door.
"Looking for something?" I asked, dangling the keys high in the air as she tried to grab them. "Hey- no jumping!" I said. "It's making the cum drip!"
I let her skip the elevator and take the less-traveled stairs. That's where we ran into our first "witness." Unfortunately, it was an old fat German who made pathetic passes at ALL the young Danish girls. He stopped on the landing and stared apologetically, his gaze switching rapidly between her cum-glazed face and the nipples protruding from her shirt. When we passed, he stayed right where he was, fixated by her ass in the blue boy-shorts I had made her wear.
Downstairs finally, we left the building and began the two-block walk to the bus stop. The streets were relatively empty. Most people were saw were either shop keepers on their way to open or businessmen hurrying to work. At the bus stop, though, things became a little awkward. Since we couldn't simply walk past, she had to deal with the stares of six or seven men who DEFINITELY knew what it was that was dripping off her chin.
"Shoulders back," I commanded her in English. "Don't try to hide your tits by hunching over." She gave me a desperate look, but complied, thrusting her chest up and standing in an erect posture.
When the bus came, I made her sit in the frontmost seat. She would later tell me that it was the longest bus ride of her life. "The worst part," she added, "was that I recognized someone from Uni, and I'm pretty sure he knew it was me too."
Seventeen stops later. Seventeen times for people to board, look at her cum-glazed face, and then look away to whisper nervously to the persons they boarded with. Seventeen times for her to blush vividly, her chest, neck and face blooming vermilion as her pulse pounded in her ears. She sat there, quietly, cum slowly drying on her face, shoulders back, perky breasts thrusts out, nipples standing at attention.
We got off the bus. "Tivoli," I said. "One circuit around the park, and you're done. Ready?"
She nodded. The park was already filling up with tourists. As we passed groups and couples, I could hear their comments. "Is that cum on her face?" "Look at her!" "I can't believe that- it has to be a porno or something!" I made her keep walking naturally, as if she had foundation and powder on her face and not a huge load of cum. At one point, a group of rude Japanese tourists came over and tried to get pictures with her. I shooed them off, but not before one laughed and called her "whore" to her face.
Finally, our walk was nearly over. "Just a picture," I told her, nodding toward the rocky shore. "With her."
We waited until the coast was clear. It took a long time- that part of the park is ALWAYS busy. After about half an hour of standing there with cum dripping off her face, our opportunity arrived. Quickly scampering over the rocks, she stood next to the statue of The Little Mermaid, and I took her picture.
Along the slow walk back to the bus stop that would take us home, she wiped my cum off her face a little bit at a time, eating each drop while I watched. A little brass water fountain provided the means to get the rest of it off. But she forgot about her hair so I had the pleasure of seeing the two thick streaks of cum sway back and forth as the bus slowly drove us home.
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Meeting for the First Time in a Year [M/F] Part 1
So we're in the pool, still entangled and kissing. We're starting to elicit a few amused glances from the people around us. I break the kiss and tell her we should go back up to my place, to which she agrees enthusiastically. After waiting a few minutes to let the cold water work its magic on my hard member, we towel off and briskly walk to the elevators. Now, the elevator situation in my building can be less than ideal during peak hours. We waited agonizing minutes for one to arrive. By the time it showed up, a small group of fellow passengers had queued up.
Sarah and I step in first, press the button for my floor, and scoot to the back. She stands in front of me, a damp towel around her waist. I grab her hips and pull her back into me as the rest of the people file in and select their floor. Shit, I think. I live on the 20th floor, and it seems everyone else lives on a lower floor. This was going to take forever. Finally, the elevator is moving up, torturously slow toward our destination. I grip her waist urgently as we make our ascent, squeezing my hands each time a passenger disembarks. Closer and closer to 20 we go, and I can see the excitement gleaming from her eyes in the door's reflection.
I [F/19] get to have an amazing boyfriend [M/20] and hot single guys!
I've always been a faithful girlfriend to my boyfriend of 2 years just to get that out of the way. He's also been pretty much my only real boyfriend ever, and as of right now the only person I've ever had sex with. He told me a few months ago that for the longest time he's had a fantasy of me "cheating" on him. Not like outright cheating, but he loves the idea of me flirting and talking dirty to other guys. He also told me how he wants other people to see my naked body because other then him no one else has. He specifically told me he doesn't want me to have sex with anyone, but if I get played with a little he wouldn't mind at all. Now I was kind of shocked when he was telling me all this and we kind of got in a fight for a little, but he got me to come around. I honestly thought he was really weird for saying all of that, but once he assured me how much he loves me and it's only about how much it turns him on I forgave him. He even said he just wanted to get it all off his chest because of how long he's had this fantasy.
Stranger at a Work Conference
Although, I already posted this on Lush Stories and my Tumblr of the same name (insert shameless plug here), I just discovered this kinky group and though you might enjoy it as well. I wrote this down not long after it happened a couple years ago.
I’m very turned on by taboo situations, slutty women and risk. This night, I got to experience all three. I’ve had sex with women I just met several times. Some started from an online ad, some I met in bars and clubs, and this one from a work conference.
My sales team was in a fairly large city on the east coast for a large sales conference with about 1000 sales reps from my region. On the last night, we all went out to party. I hopped from club to club to mingle with some of the people I knew from my training days. My last stop was at a bar next to the hotel on the way back to my room where I ended up chatting with some VP’s from one of our vendors. They kept buying me drinks (probably in hopes that I’d sale more of their products -which I did) and by the time the bar closed and we all stumbled back to the hotel across the street, I was pretty drunk.
[MF] [exh] None of the Things
"So what are you wearing to the club tonight?"
"Well, if I can help it, as little as possible by the end of the night."
I was sitting on the side of the dance floor, watching the crowd sway to the music. I had been rolling for about an hour now, and was really enjoying watching the lights.
She emerged from the dance floor and came to sit next to me. My hands immediately started gently touching her.
She put her mouth next to my ear and shouted over the music "I'm feeling a bit hot, want to help me cool down?"
I grinned. That was the cue we had agreed on, and I had been looking forward to undressing her all night. I took her hand and let her lead me to the dance floor.
She had planned for this, with an outfit designed to slowly reveal more skin. She was wearing a calf length wrap around skirt, a grey cardigan, open in the front to reveal the plunging neck line of a brightly colored top.
We danced for a while. The bass thudded through my chest. The many fabrics of her outfit felt wonderful under my hands, and her lips felt amazing everywhere they touched me.
Elder Scrolls CYOA – 2
I will not be doing any other races aside from the four below for this CYOA unless by popular demand. In order to keep messiness to a minimum, I have here a small group of predetermined characters that you guys would control and I would narrate.
A: Ruenwel Calrion- An Altmer (high elf) noble teenage woman born in Lillandril on the Summerset Isles. She has flaxen hair with a beautiful face which seems even more perfect when she puts on makeup, her body shape is rather slender with a small bust. As she is from a refined noble family, Ruenwel is quite a haughty and arrogant girl who abosultely believes in the superiority of her race’s magical powers. She fights as a battlemage with light armor and specializes in conjuration, alteration, and restoration. Secretly, she fantasizes about bedding with the “inferior” races, sometimes with more than one.
B: Swift Ashda- A Reguard sword singer around her early thirties who is particularly skilled with dual swordplay, she prefers the swords to be equal length. She has a short head of black hair reaching her eyes and ears and her skin, like all Redguards, is brown. Ashda has an above average chest and an even more impressive butt. She prefers the “dominant” role and even carries around a strap-on to use on women and effeminate men. On occasion she likes to be “taken” by those who can beat in her in battle. Oh and she HATES conjuration magic, HATES it.
[F]un with [M]y Best Friend’s Younger Sister [Conclusion]
This is the conclusion of the story and it only directly involves a little bit of fucking from me. I hope you enjoy it. You can read the first two parts here:
After the first two times Emily and I hooked up we hadn’t gotten a chance to the rest of the summer. She was interning in her hometown and I was working full time. Also, I fully expected it to be a one (or two in this case) time thing. Also I didn’t want my friend to find out – not that he would really have a problem with it, but more so the fact it would be kind of awkward. So overall I wasn’t too disappointed that we didn’t hook up for the rest of the summer. And we kept in contact, texting and talking every once in awhile. I was okay with just being friends since that’s what we were originally to begin with.
[MF] Except – Circumnavigating Times Square After Facial
NOTE: This is an excerpt out of a much larger (300+ pages) story that I am close to finishing. Obviously, that's way too long for Reddit. So please enjoy this short extract. In the lead-up to this scene, a young girl named Kaylee had just finished giving the narrator a blowjob, after which he had taken a shower only to find that she hadn't swallowed his cum yet. Apologies for any paragraph issues. This was originally written in a word processor.
…and- action!..
When I came out of the shower, Kaylee was kneeling in the middle of the hotel room. She crooked a “come over here” finger at me and then waited while I finished toweling off.
I was already hard by the time I got over to her. I’m pretty sure her original intention was to give me a last-minute blowjob, but when she tried to fit me into her mouth there was simply too much sperm. With just the head between her lips, it started squirting out from the sides. Kaylee tilted her head to one side, shrugged, and then wrapped one hand around the base of my cock and began to jerk off the head with the other. Switching hands, playing with my balls, altering from fast to slow strokes, she quickly brought me to an explosive orgasm that left her face coated in sperm.
She ran over to the desk and scribbled on the memo pad. “Take me for a walk,” it read. “Down the elevator, through the lobby, and then around the square. You have time before your ride gets here.”
“Kitten, you are going to give me a heart attack if you keep this up,” I replied, gasping at the thought of what we were about to do.
I dressed quickly while Kaylee did the same. She nearly balked at the hotel room door, backing away with a frightened jump.
“Having second thoughts?” I asked her. Kaylee shook her head, causing a glob of cum to land on her blouse. She pointed at me, jabbing her finger at my chest and then pantomiming pulling something, like a mime pretending to do a tug-of-war.
“Pulling?” I asked. “Pulling what?”
She pointed to herself, then mimed the tug-of-war again and then pointed at me.
“You want to pull me? Pull me where?”
She shook her head again, this time making a streak of cum run down her neck. Then she pointed at me, twice, mimed the rope pulling, and then pointed at herself.
“Oh, I see. You want ME to pull YOU,” I guessed. Kaylee made the “you’re close” pinch with her fingers. Then I got it. “Oh- you don’t want me to PULL you. You want me to MAKE you do this, don’t you? You want me to tell you to walk out that door in a cum splattered shirt that doesn’t even TRY conceal your breasts and then make you walk around an entire city center with your face completely glazed with my cum? Is that it?”
Kaylee pointed at me, then her nose, then me, then her nose. “I get it. I hit it right on the nose.”
I looked at her seriously. “All right, my love, here’s what we are going to do: You are going to walk out of here with your hands at your side. You are not going to wipe a single drop of that cum off your face. You are not going to try to hide your face. You are going to act as if it’s perfectly normal to be out in public with sperm coating your face and your cheeks bulging with cum, no matter how many people stare or what they say behind your back- or even directly to you. Got it?”
Kaylee nodded, gravely.
I opened the door again, and she started to take a step, then hesitated, terrified.
“Go! Now!” I commanded in a firm voice.
Luckily, our floor was empty. The walk to the elevator was probably the hardest part. Kaylee kept turning as if she wanted to dash back to our room. She was trembling, nearly panicked and getting more and more anxious as we approached the elevators. She almost lost it when I pressed the “down” button and an elevator immediately opened. The point of no return would be the threshold to that elevator, with doors closed and the car in motion.
“Get in,” I said, forcefully. Kaylee froze. Then took a tiny step forward. Then froze again. The elevator doors closed after waiting a few seconds, but I kept punching the “down” button to open them again. Kaylee remained petrified for four whole cycles of the doors closing and opening, and then timidly stepped inside.
The doors closed. We were committed. I pressed the button to take us to the lobby, but we only got a few floors down before the car came to a halt and the doors opened. Kaylee forced herself not to hide behind me or turn around and face the wall as a group of six Japanese businessmen entered. About half of them noticed immediately. The others turned to look after a rapid-fire exchange in Japanese. One of them, the head honcho, said something that the others all laughed at, turning to look at Kaylee again.
The car stopped on more time. The doors opened to an attractive woman in a business suit. She took one look at Kaylee’s face, gasped, and then stepped back from the elevator and hurried away without joining us in the elevator. When we reached the lobby floor, one of the Japanese businessmen started to say something in a contemptuous tone, and then cut himself off when he saw the glare I was giving him. He turned to Kaylee, said “Arigato,” bowed, and then rushed off to join his colleagues.
Kaylee nearly balked again as she contemplated exiting the elevator. She reached toward the rows of buttons as if to return to our floor, but I caught her by the wrist. With a gentle tug, I pulled her out of the car.
A twenty-foot diameter bubble of silence followed us as we crossed the lobby floor. People would turn to look at what had caught everyone else’s attention, immediately stop in the middle of whatever they were saying, and then turn back to their companions and babble noisily as soon as they thought we were out of earshot. Kaylee winced as she heard things like “whore,” “disgusting” and “is that what I think it is on her face?”
Kaylee heard one particularly vocal couple say “Is he some sort of pervert? He’s making her do that!” and in response pulled her wrist from my hand. Deliberately looking at the woman, she placed her hand in mine and stepped to my side to walk the remaining distance toward the lobby doors.
The doorman didn’t even blink as he held the door for us. All in a days work, I suppose. Outside, Kaylee’s mood brightened immediately. We were in a huge mass of humanity, most of which was more bizarre than a mere cum-glazed maiden. Hell, she was even more modestly dressed than one weird dude who was walking around and playing a guitar in nothing more than a cowboy hat, cowboy boots, and a pair of whitey-tighties.
By the time we reached the spot where you can buy cheap theater tickets, she had nearly forgotten herself. She even stopped by one of the ubiquitous three-card-monty dealers and made me put a twenty-dollar bill on the makeshift cardboard table. The dealer flipped the cards back and forth, scrambling them completely. Kaylee pointed to the middle card, which was revealed to be the hiding place of the elusive queen of hearts. Delighted, she took the proffered bill and handed it to me, skipping merrily away.
Three quarters around the square, and Kaylee wasn’t just back to normal- she was elated. Her eyes glittered, and there was a rosy red glow to her cheeks. Instead of being nearly hunched over, she walked with her shoulders thrown back and chest thrust upward proudly. Her nipples were rock hard despite the warmth of the city morning, and the thin muslin did effectively nothing to conceal them or the rest of her beautiful champagne-glass shaped breasts. She was turning heads- and loving it- as much for her beauty as for the spectacle of seeing a girl with a cum-glazed face.
Nearly back to the hotel, her confidence began to falter. I could tell that she was hearing the echoes of “slut” and “disgusting” from the lobby. So I looked at her and said “I have an idea. Follow me.”
Ducking past the security guard, I led her down the ramp into the sub-hotel parking garage. Traffic was light, and when we reached the elevators we were alone again.
We got on the first car that opened, startling a young business man who couldn’t seem to decide to stare at Kaylee’s barely-concealed breasts or her cum-splattered face. He edged past us nervously, and we got on the car and punched in our floor.
The elevator only went up two floors, opening at lobby level. A woman in her early twenties joined us. She was dressed- and styled- in a gritty punk fashion. Her hair was in a short butch cut, dyed bright blue with purple highlights. She had dozens of tattoos and piercings including a nipple ring (it kinda poked out from under her sleeveless t-shirt, what can I say? I looked.)
The punk girl gave Kaylee a long hard look, completely unabashed at the condition she was in. And then the girl said “Daaaaaaaam. That is FUCKING AWESOME!” She repeated her self, throwing a few “Holy FUCK!”’s and “FUCKING-A!”’s for good measure. And when we reached her floor, she backed out and made “heavy metal horns” at Kaylee with both hands while calling out “You ROCK, bitch!”
I swear Kaylee floated from the elevator to our room. When we closed the door behind us, she literally ran around the huge room in circles, then tore off her top, ripped her skirt off and did three cartwheels. Punching the air, shaking her head back and forth, she did a little naked victory dance and then ran back to me and flung her arms around my neck. I hugged her close and whispered “I don’t know why you did it, but man did you ever do it, Kitten. You were so brave that I thought my heart would burst.”
…and- scene!…
Thanks for reading this. It's been fun exploring the dynamic between these two characters. In a year or decade or century or two, I'm going to find somewhere to post it. I'm not a terribly good author. To be brutally honest, the only thing worse than my grammar is my style, and my plots have more holes than an afghan blanket. But I have fun, and that's all that counts, right?
Affairs of a life – The Sales Meeting
Life was good. I had started a new business three years before, and it was beginning to show some promise. My husband Jack's business was now thriving. The past three years he had held a sales meeting for key clients, located on a very nice island off the southwest coast of Florida. As most of the clients lived in cool or cold weather climates, it was a wonderful winter break to attend these meetings where one could enjoy the warm weather!
This winter, the meeting would be held in the same location; they provided wonderful service and amenities. As I had in the past three years, I worked with Jack in these meetings. The format was pretty much the same for attendees: Sunday – arrival and cocktail reception that evening. Monday – business meeting in the morning, casual activities in the afternoon and dinner together in the evening. Tuesday – again, business meeting in morning, casual activities in the afternoon, then an awards banquet in the evening. Wednesday – attendees departed at their convenience, via transportation to the airport that we provided.
[MFMF] [swap][drugs] Couples have a kids free weekend adventure – Part 2
I was asked to write the rest of my first story, it took me awhile to finish it but here it is. I typically do not like to do Part 1/2/etc, but I was asked so I delivered. https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/3egv65/mfmf_couples_have_a_kids_free_weekend_adventure/
As I laid in bed slightly pretending to still be asleep I leaned over to Shannon to see her eyes were affixed on the kissing between Daniel and Nora, she seemed to be reminiscing about her enjoyable moments the night prior. Their kissing ended shortly after and we all got ready for some breakfast. The conversation was somewhat awkward at first with no one talking, but that appeared to just be the hangovers wearing off as the day progressed so did the conversation. We decided after breakfast to rent a boat and go snorkelling around the small sand banks that form off the coast and enjoy a picnic out on the boat. Daniel helped me anchor the boat while the girls got all the snorkelling gear out and setup our beverages and snacks. Shannon and I swam off towards the beach and Nora and Daniel stayed around the boat. When we reached the shore Shannon and I walked around looking at shells and collecting random objects.