We walk through the doors of the club and into the calm, cool night, our hearts still beating in time with the music.
I feel the warmth of blood rushing to my face and the slight pull of my nipples hardening. Noticing this, your eyes quickly dart my chest and I can see the front of your pants swell. You raise your hand and gently brush your fingers against my red cheek. Just your touch makes my stomach flutter. Your fingers slide up to my scalp, twisting and twirling my hair, the fluttering in my stomach drops lower.
“I want you now,” I lean in to whisper, however the loud, club music pouring from the venue results into something loud enough for the bouncer to hear. An omniscient grin creeps across his face, he knows what the night has in store for us.
Your hands are now sliding down my body, feeling my curves and the fabric of my skintight tight dress. I see your thick arms still glistening with sweat from our night of flirtatious dancing. I have the sudden urge to lick your bicept, to taste your sweat. I consider it as your hands slide lower and more slowly down my body. Lower as I notice the bouncer’s frequent glances at our actions. Even lower as I start to move my mouth towards your skin. Before I can part my lips and act on my urge, I feel both your hands firmly grab my ass, pulling my dress up a little as a result.
The bouncer notices this too. I can see you glance at him as you pull the fabric up a little more and slip your hands underneath, showing my cheeks while you do. With our bodies pressed against each other there is no chance for you to hide your hardness. Feeling your hard dick against my leg causes me to gush wetness, instantly soaking through the lace of my thong. Its been a long night of grinding, dancing and sweating, all I want is your cock inside me. The hotel seems so far away and our ride won’t be here for another 17 minutes. More than enough time to release..
You must be reading my thoughts, or perhaps you also feel this intense desire, because you slide your hand to the front of my body, pull my panties aside and find my soft lips. Your eyes widen a little and you smile, I know I must be dripping wet. The little panties I wore have not done anything to contain my horniness. On more than one occasion tonight I could feel my own juices on my thighs and was worried about leaving a spot on you while we danced. However, if I did, you didn’t seem to notice or mind, judging by how your dick stayed hard nearly the whole night, leaking pre-cum.
People have been watching us the entire time and it seemed to fuel our lust even more. We both looked great on the floor and the envious, hungry eyes upon us increased our desire for each other. Even outside the club now in the late, quiet hours of night, privacy is absent. The bouncer nearing the end of his shift behind me is not the only one with front row seats. At some point a group of girls appeared on the opposite side of the entrance and have been standing around, stealing glances and giggling for a few minutes now. I’m not sure you see them, your hands and attention seem to be occupied. I know they would like to see more, and it’s probably not me they really want to see. Following your lead, I swiftly move my hand down and very quickly undo the button of your pants before you can tell me no.
Immediately you pause, I can tell you are about to protest but at the same moment, you notice the giggling girls. Understanding my intentions, your caressing resumes as if to tell me I may continue with my plans. I reach into your pants excited and determined, your lips on my neck urging me on. My hand is quick to find you rock hard and throbbing, it’s almost surprising. I close my hand around your cock firmly. The softest moan escapes your mouth and I feel your teeth nibble on my neck. I move your penis up towards your waste band and tuck it under your shirt.
Meanwhile your fingers aren’t able to stay away for long and are back to work teasing my swollen clit. I can’t help myself, I need to show you off. looking over at the girls, it’s almost like they’re waiting for it. I wink and slowly lift up your shirt expecting a rock hard cock that is now leaking in excess. It’s obvious they like what they see. One girl is facing us and is dressed the most revealing, a small crop top and short skirt. I remember her from inside she danced very well and with louder than all of her friends.
Looking at her now I notice that she is touching herself right there, while standing next to her friends.
Only outside her skirt, but she she is quick to notice me watching and slips her hand underneath.
I motion towards the slutty girl fingering herself and your dick pulsates in my hand. I stroke you a little harder and in better view for the girls. Another girl, skinny, black haired and average, looks over at us and then at her friend. After looking back nearly three times she seems to muster a little courage and her hand disappears into her pants. The remaining two girls have not stopped giggling and blushing, switching glances between us and their friends, their panties undoubtedly are soaked through.
Crop top girl is no longer trying to be discreet. Her skirt is failing to keep anything secret and we see she is using three fingers to pleasure herself now. She reaches over to giggling friend number one, a curvy red head wearing a tight strapless dress with wedged heals, and grabs her breast. The red head looks shocked for a moment but it’s clear that she enjoys this and in response grabs the fourth friends breast. She is a tall, slender and athletic looking with straight blonde hair. Her legs look long and sexy in her short dark blue club dress.
Tag: Group
Furtive handjobs make festive holidays [MF]
My wife, Clara (35F) has been treating me [39M] to an incredible [Advent Calendar of Naughty Fun](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/zptywj/adventurous_calendar_part_4_mf_1218_forgive_me/). I’ve been writing the stories here and the fun continues. I simply can’t write them all fast enough. They’re listed and linked at the end. I got requests for 12/7 and 12/9 first.
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My mind was still reeling from the evening before when Clara had treated me to an incredible show, treating me to the erotic sight of her in some of the naughtiest lingerie I have ever seen. She teaseed and taunted me with talk bordering on filthy while I shot photo after photo on my cellphone of her seductive, always creative and, sometimes frankly pornographic poses. I couldn’t figure out why she blue balled me after that, but she promised it would be worth it.
Well the next day was Wednesday and we had the first of many holidays that evening. I got home late from work and scarfed down a cold dinner on the table before going upstairs, where Clara was already getting ready. I was greeted to her in the bathroom standing in front of the mirror putting on makeup wearing only my favorite pair of [Fleur du Mal black lace backless panties](https://fleurdumal.com/products/magnolia-lace-ouvert-panty-black) and a matching bra from the night before.
I (18m) gave my (19f) gf an accidental facial in a public toilets [MF]
Ok so this was years ago when I was 18 and my gf at the time was 19. We dated for a few months and being teens still need to sex we fucked a lot. One day we are going clubbing with a group of friends and we need to take a train to town.
We were stood at the platform and I was horny as hell, somehow I managed to convince her to go to the public toilets with me and to suck me off. We get in there and she’s squatting, understandably not wanting to kneel in the piss covered floor. She pulls her shirt open and her tits out her bra and unzips my jeans. It’s amazing, I’m running my hands through her brown hair and her big pretty eyes looking up at me, gagging slightly as it hits the back of her throat. I’m getting close real close, unfortunately so is the train, one of our friends tells us to hurry up. In the surprise of the moment she pulls back, leaving my cock inches from her face and I cum. Really cum, loads I paint her face, her hair, her tits and her skirt. We make a made scramble trying to wipe it all off. Do we succeed? No not at all. As we sit next to our friends another girl leans over and points out the load still in her hair. Added to the very obvious stains on her skirt it was pretty obvious to anyone what we were doing.
One of my [M] best friends [F] convinces me to share her with her boyfriend. Part 4 (Finale!)
Intro/Part 1 [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/xxqev6/one_of_my_m_best_friends_f_convinces_me_to_share/)!
Part 2 [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/y0xj87/one_of_my_m_best_friends_f_convinces_me_to_share/)!
Part 3 [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/y8mdxr/one_of_my_m_best_friends_f_convinces_me_to_share/)!
Well, it’s been a long time cumming, but life, uhh, finds a way.
As before, here’s a recap, and you’ll find the real start at the bolded text below.
First, there’s me: a pretty average guy, early 30s, light skin with brown hair and eyes, and a somewhat stocky build (~5’9″ tall).
Next, there’s April: she’s brunette, with a brilliant smile and a dusting a faint freckles on her cheeks. About my age and a few inches shorter than me, April sports an incredible curvy body that practically leaves me speechless at the sight.
Finally, there’s Steve, April’s boyfriend. A little older in his early 40s, he’s still pretty fit and sports a neat beard. You haven’t seen too much of him yet, but that’ll change with this story.
Things started when April asked me to join the couple in their bedroom. I was hesitant at first because of how long I’ve known April without crossing that “line”, but my long-term single status, a few open conversations with April, and some…particularly effective “negotiations” were enough to finally reel me in.
“Therapeutic” Hottub Venue Experience [MF]
*Invitation*
I extended an invitation to a guy that I’ve been chatting with to a group event to celebrate my birthday. The crowd was a bunch of lifestyle friends and held at a local bar. We had not met prior, so this would be our first time meeting. Ahead of the group event we had a date scheduled, but I cancelled days ahead of time due to some life stress of my own. He understood; I was bummed.
I was feeling very curious about meeting him because either we are just naturally on the same sexual wave length, or he does a great job reading my vibe over text. Our sexual interests seemed to be well-matched as well. He is assertive, creative, enjoys a more mentally demanding play session but also seems quite capable of providing high-quality after care. Sometimes I try to compare myself to other women – which is impossible, but I think my desire, and need frankly, for after care mainly in the form of recounting encounters, is high. It might also be in part why I enjoy writing these stories; it gives me time to process what happened, what I liked, what was hot, and take the time to feel the feelings that might have been too overwhelming in the moment.
I’m A Gay Simp For Hot Straight Cocky Alpha Males. I Like Roleplay too
29 Gay M Detroit Based. Simp for tall, muscular, cocky straight guys. Love hearing their hook up stories, crazy shit they’ve done. Telling them how I love their bodies and wishing I could play with them. Love getting rebuffed and told there’s no way I’d have a chance. I prefer 22-40 yo studs. If you wanna chat, dm me.
Attracted to:
-Tall
-Fit
-Clean Cut
-Cocky
-Good Looking
Please be 3/5 of these
I have lots of roles I’d like to try:
You: Str8, Cocky, Arrogant, Tough Alpha Male. 6’5 tall, muscular (I have pics of guys you can play as), packing a beautiful 8×6.5 dick. A total player. You know you’re sexy and can get any chick you want. You’re all about your pleasure and love to fuck rough.
Me: Gay Beta. Shy, maybe a little odd. 5’5, skinny, black hair. Brown eyes.
I like my roleplay partners to play hard to get-be annoyed by my character at first or weirded out. I also like things to play by ear.
My stripper gf’s best friend gave me a lapdance in front of her [MF]
**Introduction:** First, thank you so much for all the feedback from my first story! Wow! I was completely blown away by the comments, messages and DMs.
It wasn’t until recently, when talking to friends, that I realised I probably had some interesting stories. When drinking over Christmas, a female friend said ‘You should write a book’. When I asked why, she explained she doesn’t know anyone who’s had relationships like mine, and everyone else agreed. That was the surprise to me – that *everyone* agreed! I would have thought half, or surely at least some of my friends, would have similar entertaining experiences or stories. Apparently not, or it may just be that I am more comfortable sharing them (after attending acting school in my 20s and having done intimate scenes with basically strangers, talking about sex doesn’t really phase or shame me. We all do it, everyone’s into it, just be respectful.)
For background, I’m now 30, and in the last decade have dated a stripper and two OnlyFans girls (one of whom became successful enough to buy a two-bed in London!) amidst other, general, dating, sex and dating-app stories. Now, I know dating a stripper or OF girl is a “dream” for some but I was surprised at how interested everyone was – including other girls.
Her First Blowjob [FMF]
Anne, the girl who would eventually become my wife, was at guy’s house. She was still pretty young. We had met, but we weren’t a couple yet. She was there with her best friend, one of the guys’ friend and the guy himself. Said guy still lived with his parents
Somehow the group decided to play strip poker. Then they realized that none of them knew how to play poker. They instead decided to cut the deck as pairs, the low card losing an item of clothing. The game moved quickly, which was the kind of the point.
The friend’s guest lost first and took off his pants. Anne’s best friend lost second and took off a sock. Anne was disappointed in her friend. Anne took of her shirt after her own loss, showing off a beautiful lacy bra. She’d just bought it and was excited to show it off.
Somehow it ended up with Anne facing off against the guest. The guest lost and was about to pull off his boxers when the parents came home. Everyone scrambled and ran out the back door.
The Work Trip: Unexpected Desires – Part 2: The Flame is Lit [MF in their 20s] [cheating]
The room was emaculate with large, floor to ceiling glass windows revealing spectacular views over the city. One thing about the company was it never went cheap. From salaries to business class flights to luxury hotels to its private chef and barista, everything was top notch.
“I get this bed!” Olivia set her suitcase beside the bed closest to the windows and fell backwards into the bed.
Jake smiled as he set down his baggage. “I think I’m gonna change and head down to the gym for a quick workout.”
“As you wish.” Olivia was too busy snapping pics of the skyline to send all her friends to worry about working out.
“Alright see you in a bit.” Before Olivia knew it, Jake had went into the bathroom and changed into his workout attire. She glanced over at him as he headed out. Jake was wearing 5 inch inseam athletic shorts that hugged his muscular quads, along with a workout tank that allowed just a small glimpse of his torso from the side.
New Year’s Drop and Dripping
*This is all a fictional fantasy. Headcanon fantasies are different than real ones acted out. Don’t assault women thinking they’ll be into it. They won’t! Trust me. Enjoy reading and fantasizing, but don’t actually try this.*
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It had been happening all evening, to be honest.
Getting front and center in Plaza del Sol for Madrid’s New Year’s Eve means accepting a bit of groping. Especially when you and your friends are all in sexy little black dresses. There just wasn’t much between my body and the world.
It was a problem, but also a benefit. It was assault, after all. I didn’t consent to a one of them. It was disgusting, but also surprisingly arousing. Untold numbers of hands had felt me, and I couldn’t even assign a face to most of them.
The crowd pressed closer as midnight approached. The Coronavirus problem had kept us separated for so long; now everyone seemed to feel the need for connection, for contact. I had to hold tightly to Jeanne’s hand and I hoped she was doing the same to Marta. It would be impossible to find each other if we got separated.