You Can Get What You Want, But Not For Long [mf, oral]

I met Victoria on the other side of a 4 month descent into despair.

It never takes girls long to figure out that I’m not like most guys. I can be rough and manipulative, but my strongest sexual attraction comes from my heart. I fall in love quickly and deeply. Google “limerence.” That’s me–I get incredibly high from feeling like I’m in love. It’s an all-encompassing desire to posses and become one with another–well, that’s what we tell ourselves. In reality, it’s more like an elaborate form of masturbation. I build the girl up to where I need her to be fuckable. Sometimes that takes a lot of effort, sometimes it’s easy. When it’s over, I crash deeply–roughly in proportion to the limerence high she conjured.

At the time of this story, I was 18 and did not have this kind of detached self-assessment. I only saw potential partner after partner fall away as I was mystified by rejection from the college girls who were not looking for anything approaching my intensity. And who can blame them? From far away, that kind of attention must look curious. Up close, like sunlight focused through a magnifying glass, it burns.

My turn to tick a bucket list item [MF..F][hothusband][mast] cont.

In the days following my wife’s experience at the beach and with Hot Guy, we were reassessing how we’d pushed the boundaries of our sex life so far in such a short time. We openly discussed how I felt having seen someone else fucking my wife and while I admit I had moments of mild jealousy, they were far outweighed by how turned on I was, the way it made me feel and how it obviously made my wife feel. My wife was also very attentive to my feelings and checked in with me often to reassure me that she wasn’t on some new found cock hunt to replace me.

Discussion soon turned to what we’d do next. A group thing? Back to the beach again? Swingers night?

“Nope, I think it’s your turn. I want to see you enjoying yourself and I think I’ve got it sorted.”, she said and I could see the cogs turning in her brain as she said it. She’d thought about this already.

“Sure. But remember that finding a single women at a nude beach isn’t likely to happen. They aren’t called unicorns for nothing.”

Exhibitionist Flight Attendant Reveals Her Layover Masturbation Fantasy and First Visit to a Swingers Club [FM] (exhibitionism)(masturbation)(strip tease)

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I am a real US Airline flight attendant but what you wouldn’t know from your flight with me is that I’m an addicted exhibitionist.

As a flight attendant, I take advantage of my travels to find men willing to indulge me in my fantasy of being watched dancing and stripping from my flight attendant uniform and then masturbating to orgasm. It could be for a male flight attendant on my crew, someone on the hotel staff or even as wild as entertaining in the cockpit on a long translant to Europe. As long as someone is watching me, I get off to it.

Traveling as a flight attendant, I’ve been able to act out my strip and masturbation fantasy in different cities around the world. Some of my favorite exhibitionist memories are;

Masturbating for six German high school soccer players that I met in a local park where they were practicing and I was running. I had stopped to get water and wound up watching them. When they invited me to go with them to a Beirgarten, always fun on a late afternoon in Frankfurt, I accepted.

Amber’s Little Problem – Part One [Cheating]

Amber groaned as Brett’s alarm jolted her out of the sinfully dirty dream she’d been having. The details were fading fast, but she distinctly remembered a young Latino man licking whipped cream from between her legs. She writhed, rubbing her thighs together. Yes, her pussy was definitely wet, though sadly not from the oral ministrations of a handsome young Mexican man. She blinked the sleep from her eyes, resisting the urge to slide a hand down between her legs and pick up where the dream had left off. God, she was horny! Not surprising, considering it had been nearly a month since she’d had Brett’s cock inside of her.

She’d fallen asleep on the couch waiting for her husband to come home from work. He still hadn’t arrived when she’d woken shortly after midnight and stumbled wearily to bed. He’d obviously arrived sometime in the wee hours of the morning and hadn’t bothered to wake her. It was an all too common scenario in recent months. Brett was hungry to climb the corporate ladder, and had been burning the candle at both ends trying to earn brownie points with his superiors. However, his ambition was taking its toll on their physical relationship. The few hours she saw him in any given week he was too exhausted from work to do much more than scarf down a quick meal and stumble off to sleep. Any attempts by Amber to initiate sex were met with a yawn and a guilty apology. 

Heartwood Academy – Passing the Final Exam [FFuta][Part4] [Oral] [Creampie] [Affection] [Voyeur]

There were murmurs of nervous excitement that rumbled throughout the auditorium, the whispers and laughs of girls who either needed an ‘A’ to graduate or who had already begun planning their graduation parties. I should have been one of the latter group, but for some reason I was extremely anxious about the senior final. I needed simply a passing grade to graduate without a problem, but an outstanding mark could make my final transcript look much more enticing to potential suitors. I’d been warned early that sweethearts with good grades went to good homes, and those with poor grades ended up in.. darker places.

The crowd quieted as Miss Reed walked to the podium, and the hair on the back of my neck stood up as I looked at her grip each side of the mahogany stand. I could still feel her inside me, having her way with me while I whimpered and pleaded through the ball gag. I shook my head physically to try and clear the memory. It was over. I’d never have to do that again.

“Good morning sweethearts,” her voice boomed over the speakers, each of us now sitting up straight in our seats.

DeAnne

We were watching the Eagles game, so of course, any ideas of physical intimacy were the furthest from our minds. Well, from my mind anyway. So, it kind took me by surprise when DeAnne reached over and started rubbing me through my pants. She smiled as she felt my cock responding to her touch.
Turning onto her side to face me, she said, “Why don’t you take it out for me.”
I reached for her hand and pulled it back to my cock, “Why don’t you take it out.”
A mischievous expression came over DeAnne’s face as she leaned up on one arm. Then, before I could even blink, she had my pants opened, grasping my semi hardened cock. She pulled it out, and I drew a breath as she started slowly stroking it. It just a matter of seconds, I was at full mast. She was licking her lips, and I imagine she didn’t realize she was doing that as she looked longingly at my massive hard on. After a moment or so, DeAnne maneuvered herself downward a little. Then she leaned over and kissed the tip before wrapping her lips around the head of my cock and started sucking as she fist-pumped the shaft. I rested my hand on the back of her head, my fingers tangling in her hair. With a little nudge, I prompted her to take in my whole cock. Eagerly and effortlessly she swallowed me like a true cock slut. I could feel the head of my cock just at the entrance of her throat. Then she started bobbing her head as she was sucking my cock. I’m not sure that I could have gotten any harder than I already was, but the friction of her lips up and down on my cock had me throbbing like crazy.
“Shit! You’re going to make me cum,” I told her. I heard her moan, then she started sucking me even harder. Her mouth was literally holding onto my cock like a fucking vice grip. If that’s not enough. As she was self fucking her face on my cock, she started massaging my balls, which were about ready to explode. DeAnne had me right on the fucking edge, and then just sudden stops…….
She’s looking up at me with this sheepishly evil look in her eyes, all the while, teasingly grazing her fingernails along the length of my throbbing cock. DeAnne moved back up next to me, her legs open. Open legs are all the prompting I needed. I sat up and positioned myself over her. She took a deep breath and moaned with a smile as she felt me slipping into moist warm pussy. I started pushing into her with moderately hard thrusts and I felt her vaginal muscles clenching around my cock. She then wrapped her legs around me, trying to hold me in. I lifted my upper torso, resting my hands on either side of her. I picked up the pace and was thrusting even harder now. Her sexy grapefruit like tits jiggled with every thrust. I’m going to bust my nuts! I should pulled out but she won’t let me.
“Oh Shit, keep going,” she pleaded.
DeAnne started bucking her hips at this point to meet my thrusts. Her vaginal muscles were literally gripping my cock. It was like she was literally trying to milk me of my stuff. My balls were aching furiously now, ready to explode! With one more mighty thrust, I pushed into her and just held it there while I sprayed her insides with my man cream. I knew DeAnne was close to orgasm, and I just kept fucking her. With just a couple more strokes of my cock, she started shaking beneath me. Her entire body tensed as her orgasm suddenly washed through her. Her muscles tighten yet again around my cock, triggering my exploding balls and in seconds, I was spraying her insides with my sticky man cream.
Oh and by the way. It wasn’t much of a game. The Eagles lost.

My step-sister at last [inc][young to old]

I had grown up a single child living with my dad after my mom left. She couldn’t take his drinking any longer and left when I was about a year old. My dad’s sisters moved in and took care of me. I recall a few times my mother visited to see me but nothing is very clear from those early days.

When I was about 7, my dad decided to get married again. My step-mom had a couple of kids from her previous marriage and so we were about 7 people living in a small house with just my dad’s job keeping us afloat. Naturally resources were stretched and soon one of my aunts got married and left. Still the money didn’t stretch far enough and I was sent off to live with my mother (who was going through her lesbian phase at the time and living with a butch gangster of a woman, guns and all).

So my relationship with my step-siblings was quite strained at the beginning and not very much sibling-like. I would visit my dad’s family over the weekend and weekdays were with my mom. As time went by, we became friends and eventually started to treat each other as friends, if not siblings.

Wife wants to tick another buket list item [MF..M][hotwife][mast]

This morning I’d woken up as usual, down at the holiday house at the beach. Coffee & toast for breakfast. Slow morning browsing the news online. An interesting article about China and new tech innovation that was worth the long read. Had to run the kids into the local town at lunchtime to do the movies and dinner with friends. Wife offered to come for the drive and ended up coaxing more than half a dozen guys to cum while she finger fucked herself at the local nude beach. You know, just your average day on holidays. Not.

This was moving too fast for me. While I’d enjoyed (i.e. came bucket loads) seeing my wife perform for these guys and her newfound fondness for exhibisionism and, well, her being a bit of a slut had always been a fantasy of mine you never really expect your fantasies to come true. And you certainly don’t expect it when they push past what you’d imagined was hot and into what she’s imagining was hot.

[M], [F], [F], [F] The time I had sex with 3 Different girls in the same day by Accident. Part 2

For those interested part 1 is linked right here:

[M], [F], [F], [F] The time I had sex with 3 different girls in the same day by accident. Part 1 from gonewildstories

From where we left off I had received a notification of a new message from Amelia on Tinder. I unlocked my phone and read the message.

Amelia: “Hey! Fell asleep early last night?”

I thought for a second and read the past messages. We had matched a week prior to that day and I realized before I feel asleep that last night we were talking and discussing our favorite foods, movies, etc. Basically getting to know each other. Honestly the quality of Amelia’s pictures on Tinder left a lot to be desired. It wasn’t that she was unattractive necessarily but she didn’t choose great pictures. So
due to that I never pushed to meet up.

Me: “Ah yeah was a bit tired. How are you?”

We continued our small talk between me drying off and then putting on some comfy clothes. After about 30 minutes of small talk Amelia made her move.

The Camgirl Part LI: About Ready to Kill Someone [Fsolo] [Str8] [Mast] [Voy] [Exh] [fsub]

**LI: Blake and Liam**

*Challenge, accepted, Blake.*

**Blake**

Blake brought the vibrator back to her pussy, shuddering.

“Oh, thank god, fuck,” She moaned, “Oh, seven was the most in one day, not one hour.”

She only got a few seconds into using the vibrator this time.

“Oh my god! Are you serious? You little–” Blake cut off, biting her lip as she glared at the screen, then continued in a sing-song voice, “I don’t like you.”

Blake knew that her regulars liked making her lose it a bit and get all sassy, and she knew she would feel the same in their position—she’d gone onto Chloe’s shows more than a few times just to fuck with her—but in the moment she was just getting frustrated, “I don’t like you, Ken, we’re not friends anymore.”

A moment later, the same user tipped again, letting her use the wand once more.

Ah! Thank you!” Blake said, smiling “We’re friend’s again, Trev. I love you.”