My trainer quit his job to fuck me [F18][First Time]

Diane smiled at him and put her hand on his chest.

“Brian, how about we just go to your apartment?” She asked sweetly.

“Oh, um… uh… I don’t get off work for, like, four more hours…” Brian stammered.

“Oh, that’s too bad… because I’m off to college tomorrow… I won’t be back here for a long time… maybe ever…” Diane lamented, shrugging in a way that gave her even more cleavage.

“Can you just meet me after I finish work?” Brian begged.

“Gotta pack then… I’ll be too busy… guess it just didn’t work out?”

Then Diane stepped up to Brian, wrapped her arms around him and pressed her tits into his chest, giving him a hug. Without another word, she turned and walked away. A moment later, when she was in the parking lot, she heard Brian calling just before she reached her car door.

“Wait!” he yelled.

“Yes?” she calmly answered.

“Do you wanna take one car to my place or do you wanna follow me?” he replied, proudly.

“Oh? I thought you had to work?”

“I don’t work here anymore… this job kinda sucks anyways,” he said, nonchalantly.

Car blowjob fun for [35M]e and a 18[F] sugarbaby. I came twice.

Ever since my fling with Ella, I have been a horny bunch of mess. I get an almost instantaneous erection when I see a skimpily dressed girl, especially the younger ones.

Description, I’m 35m, Asian, dad bod; she’s 18, b cup boobs, short haired, piercings, and while not skinny, she’s not that big either.

I fired up the SA app and set my search for younger girls in Adelaide, and messaged a whole bunch who I found attractive. Then came across this girl who I had messaged at the start of May (before I met Ella). She had a bit of the goth thing going on, and had left me her number.

We chatted on WhatsApp for a bit, but didn’t end up setting up a date. Fast forward to last night, when I got a text from her asking if I wanted to meet up just after 9pm as I came out of my bath.

Unfortunately, I had a fairly early start at 6 am today, so I thought maybe let’s ask if she was up for a car blowjob. She said yes, we agreed on an amount (bargain), and she gave me her address.

The Professor and his Obsessor Ch. 1. (M/F, fluff)

This is a fluff chapter where nothing much happens, if anyone is interested, I’ll post the rest. I would love if someone wants to write things from the professors POV.

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I have never even cared about clouds till now.  I always sit in the back of the class, but it wasnt to be farther away from him.  It was mainly because I wanted to be the last one to leave.  I wanted to pretend that it took me a few minutes to tidy up the desk and pack my notebook away.  Even though I wasn’t actually taking notes and never bring a backpack to any of my other classes.  It was just this one professor, really.  Everything about him did stuff to me.  

The most turned on I’ve ever been. [MF]

Ok, so the most turned on I’ve ever been was a few years ago when I was on vacation in the Virgin Islands with my girlfriend and her family.

We were there for two weeks. The first week we had the guest house to ourselves, and fucked and/or skinny dipped every night.

The second week, we gave the house to her brother and his girlfriend, taking our turn sleeping on the squeeky living room air mattress. This meant no privacy or sex for the remainder of the trip.

Fast-forward through a week of sunbathing, making out, flirting, and constantly being interrupted during every moment we had. We’re back on the mainland, staying with her parents for a night before catching our final flight back home. She’s giving me the tour of her childhood home, and we finally get to her room.

Once I’m in her room, she kicks the door shut, and we start making out like we’re in high school again. She says to me,

“I always want to blow a guy in my room, but never got the chance before I moved away.”

A Different Kind Of Summer [MF] [Straight Sex] [Busty] [First Time]

“Stop it!” Karl said as he slapped my phone out of my hand. “She’s not going to text you back anytime soon.”

I stared back at his cold brown eyes. “Fine,” I said, sitting back in my chair. I looked back over my right shoulder. Kristin was sitting with her friends, all of them laughing and conversing with each other.

“Give it a break,” Karl said, shaking his head. Karl was my best friend. “She’s not your friend, not anymore.”

“What’s the conversation?” Lucie asked as she sat down at our table in the cafeteria. Her girlfriend Sandy sat down next to her.

“What else?” Karl shrugged as he motioned to Kristen.

“Give it a fucking break already,” Sandy said. “Whatever you guys had in High School is now gone, she has moved on and so should you.”

I looked back. Kristin and I weren’t the best of friends even in High School. We were good friends at best. Then we came here, it wasn’t planned or did we know we would end up at the same college.

Kinky blonde teen at the massage parlor [MF]

Stoned and serene, Jenn floated back into the building and noticed the shower was vacant and her customer was already in the massage room. When she pushed open the door, she saw the pudgy little man with the needle-sharp face vigorously drying himself.

“Hi Jenn!” he exclaimed, excitedly.

“Oh.. hi,” she replied, not being able to recall his name.

“It’s Scott… but that’s ok! How are you?”

“I’m really good, are you ready for your massage,” she sleepily replied, still not remembering his name was Scott even though he just told the girl.

“Well… I was hoping we could do what we did last time… at the end… but for the whole time… for an hour,” Scott nervously asked.

She might have forgotten his name, but Jenn remembered what he wanted to do. It seems that he now wanted to skip the pretext of the massage and happy ending altogether and just repeat the kink he discovered during his normal routine with the blonde college girl.

“Oh… that… are you sure you don’t want a massage and a nice handjob… or I could suck you off if that’s something you’d want to do… or we could even have sex…,” Jenn lethargically offered, trying to bribe the man with her teenaged mouth and pussy.

Finally giving into the hotwife fantasy [MF]. Part 1

This is a story about me finally giving in to one of my husband’s deepest desires, but also about me finally allowing myself to experiment and experience things I always felt too prude to do.

I have been very happily married to Chris for 8 years. But after that many years, two kids, pandemic, and all sorts of other factors, of course our sex life gets a little stale sometimes. He has always been very turned on by the hotwife concept. He loves the idea of me turning on another man and watching me get fucked by someone else. I have always tried to indulge it by doing role play and talking dirty to him about this fetish, but I had never actually considered being with someone else.First, I just think too much about the possible consequences this would have, even though he insists that he really wants me to do it – no strings attached. And second, I have never really found someone I am super attracted to. He always wants our role play to include real people we know for his fantasy, so it has always been mutual acquaintances or his friends/my friends’ husbands – which usually turns into a moral dilemma for me, and I have just never been able to really get in to it. Anyway, while we have had fun role playing the hotwife scenario, I never thought it would be something I would actually do in real life… until recently. These next 2 stories are about the how I finally gave in to my husbands desires and became his hotwife.

[M]y [f]irst time – Part Two

Back by the popular demand of literally one user (stonefio55), I proudly present to you – Part Two.

Stone – in case you needed a recap, here’s [Part One](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ohtc1m/my_first_time/).

As mentioned in the conclusion of Part One, Ellen and I parted ways in 2005. Apart from the odd Facebook message in 2011 (I was lonely in Hong Kong, and wondered if she had any good travel tips), we lost touch completely. Completely, that is, until the summer of 2015 – my brother’s wedding. And that’s where Part Two picks up.

At the time, I was living and working in Asia. I was both nervous and excited to hop on a plane and head back home for my brother’s wedding. I hadn’t been back in over a year, and it would be the perfect vacation to see some familiar places and faces again. Who doesn’t appreciate a bit of the old nostalgia. But on the other hand, I was a nervous wreck. My brother had made me his best man, and of course, I had to get up in front of everyone and give a speech. To this day, I detest public speaking. I detest public speaking as much as I enjoy sex (which I’ll get to in a moment, I promise), but I couldn’t let my big bruva down. Not on his big bruva day. So much like I’m doing now, I opened a note on my iPhone, and started writing.

After almost 7 years I’ve finally had sex with my high school crush [MF]

So this happened maybe a month ago and I just keep thinking about it and I have to share it. So the whole situation is that she is staying with my fiancée and I. Seems like an odd setup but she, who we will call K for the rest of the story, recently went through a breakup and ended up without a place to stay. She is a very close friend with my fiancée. They have known each other for their whole lives and I have known her for years and went to high school together with her. That’s where I had a huge crush on her but never got the chance to date her. Still we became good friends and have continued being good friends since we graduated. Anyway K had been staying with us for about month and the whole time she had been there I will admit I still had a huge crush on her still and my fiancée knew it. We all were super comfortable with each other.

[F]ingered at the [M]ovies

All names are changed along with some specifics but otherwise this is entirely true.

It’s 2010, and there is a huge movie, the third in a series of films that have been around my entire life.

My new girlfriend [19F] and myself [20M] are spending time together. We started dating at the end of high school but decided to try and continue to date long distance in college.

She was gorgeous and tall, 5’10”, less than and inch taller than me. Making love to her was like worshipping a goddess. Her dark, tan skin was smooth from a strict moisturizer routine and her plump and supple ass shook with each smack.

Her breasts were large and heavy, the perfect size to wrap around your cock and still watch her brown nipples grew hard with arousal.

Her dark, curly hair was soft to the touch and had a heavy scent of strawberries that covered up the chemical scent of her perm.

We’ll call her Jayce.

She had come to visit me for the weekend at my college, and had instantly undressed each other the moment we were alone. Have made quick work with animalistic grunts and utterances of love in earnest, we had decided to have lunch and go and see this insanely big movie that was sweeping the globe.