[22F]un at at work with [28M]y Co-worker. *Long* [Teasing/Build-up/Exhibitionism]

*Disclaimer: This is my first attempt at documenting a sexual exploit and I happen to be doing it on mobile, so please forgive any formatting errors or typos. This turned out a lot longer than I thought so I’m gonna break it up. This is basically all build up, but I’ve found anticipation is quite exciting and remembering the encounter has definitely a turn on so I’ll be posting the sex part in a little bit.*

This story takes place about a year ago; I’d recently gone through some serious life changes and had decided to move back home from the West coast to the South where I’m originally from.. while it was good for my mental state of being to be back home close to family and friends the whole ‘moving back in with the parents to get on my feet’ situation definitely didn’t endear itself to casual sex.. which basically led to me accepting the fact that masturbation was going to be the name of the game for a while.

College exploits: Snapchat resparks an old flame that never really lit [21M/21F]

Long time reader, decided it’s finally time to share one of my exploits. I’m gonna provide a little bit of background here but feel free to skip to the xxxx to get to the hot stuff.

I went to highschool with Lindsey. She and I were kind of in the same friend group but really we were on opposite ends of it. I’d see her at parties or at school and say hi but she wasn’t someone I actively hung out with. We both ended up going to school in the same state on opposite sides of the same city. We didn’t really talk at all (I didn’t even know she went to school in town) until I got a tinder my sophomore year following a bad breakup (there are some golden gws stories I could mine from there). Anyway as I’m sure you could imagine where this is going, we ended up matching on tinder. We laughed about it and agreed to meet up and catch up. I thought it was weird considering we never really knew each other well enough to catch up but I was down cause she was a cool familiar face and she looked even cuter than I remembered.

UNLV Sorority Freshmen Turns Amateur Entertainer [f][mast][exh][fantasy][pros][Pics in comment below]

The first pic is of my sorority Big, Katie, and me in Las Vegas where we attend school at UNLV. We are pictured at one of our hotel room engagements when, unless requested otherwise, we wear party dresses (more on that later). She and I have become good friends but not in any way that I would have predicted. No we are not lesbians. On the contrary we love men and started our own business in Las Vegas performing together for mostly visiting businessmen and convention goers. We are lucky to be going to school here as I know of no other city like it where a regular college girl can make the kind of money we do. In fact, college girls are in demand in the entertainment industry here.

Katie worked as a hostess at a steakhouse where she also got me a job. She quit but didn’t tell me the real reason until after she got to know me better. She started entertaining with another former hostess for a business that advertises college aged strippers. The business finds them work and gets a percentage of their earnings. Any tips they make are theirs to keep.

In His Secret Room [MF][BDSM][oral][mast]

When I accidentally found Shane’s hidden torture chamber, a fifteen feet by fifteen foot room of raw cinder block lit by a sputtering fluorescent light, I froze in horror. A wide vinyl dentist’s like chair with thick leather wrist and ankle restraints took up the center of the room. A dental light was twisted and propped over the chair and a steel dental tray holding little stainless steel instruments of torture glittered beside it. Manacles hung bolted to a wall. Photos of scantily dressed women covered a cork board on the wall. On a rolling table sat a machine with meters and dials and electrode wire leads with pincers like jumper cables. Were the splatters at my feet blood or paint? It’s all so frightening. So why do I trust him and am so ready to indulge his fantasies? That’s the power my client has over women. As Shane and I walked down into the basement, to his secret room, I began to have second thoughts.

“Please don’t hurt me,” I said.

“I’m not going to hurt you. Come on.”

I timidly followed him down the stairs, ready to bolt at any moment like a cautious doe.

Stripping Nude and Masturbating on Stage at a Local After Hours Club [My Fantasy Realized]

I am a real stewardess and fly for a Major US Airline but you won’t see me like this on your flight or know that I am an admitted exhibitionist. Simply put, I enjoy masturbating for men while they watch. It’s my favorite way of sexually expressing and satisfying myself – my fantasy really. As an exhibitionist and a flight attendant, I take advantage of my travels to find men interested in helping me, whether it’s a pilot or a male flight attendant on a layover, maybe some guys on the hotel staff or even a group of strangers if I can arrange it. As long as someone is watching me, I get off to it.

My After Hours Club Experience

One of my male friends suggested I try performing my fantasy of stripping and masturbating on stage at a downtown after hours club. He knew about my fantasy and said he found something I should consider. So we visited a local After Hours Club he frequented in downtown San Antonio. He said he knew the manager and had told him about me. The manager said he was interested in meeting me. So that weekend I was introduced to him and we talked about my exhibitionist fantasy and how I had already performed for a group of friends several times and that I really enjoyed it.

[M20/F40]Helping my coworker’s mom

I had some adventures when I was younger that I’m willing to share. It’s my first time writing my adventures and English is not my native language so I’m sorry if there are any mistakes in.

This happened when I was around 20. I was working in a casual clothing store where I met a coworker I’ll name John. He was a good guy and it was easy to talk with him. After couple month working together he trusted me enough to talk about his mom’s divorce and he was moving back to her house to support her and save some money to get a better apartment. He was looking for some help to move his stuff so I accepted.

The house was really big and had more than enough place for them. I met his mom there who, I guess, was in her 40’s. I introduced myself quickly before heading back to help John. She was pretty good looking but I could tell she had some sadness on her face and she kept her distance while we were moving stuff in. I’ll call her Julie for the story.

The Addams Family Chronicles CH 2 A Grand Idea (PT 2) [Taboo] [NSFW] [Masturbation] [ Fan Fiction] [Voyuer]

Meanwhile elsewhere in the house, others were waking. In her bedroom Wednesday’s eyes parted slowly. She was naked save for a pair of black panties and as she sat up, her pigtails fell over the orbs of her pallid, peach sized breasts. Swinging her legs over the side of the bed she rose and examined the room. Clothing was still scattered across the floor and the candles beside her bed were burnt down to piles of wax.

She looked down and examined herself. Running her finger along her inner thigh and looked dispassionately down at the drops of viscous white cum slowly drying on her leg. Silently she crossed the room to a long shelf that ran along the wall covered with glass vials. She selected an empty one, uncorked it and proceeded to drag it up her body, collecting as much of it as she could. Holding the bottle up to her face, she saw it was about half full of mingled semen and vaginal juices. That’d do.

Hooking up at two different bars with my kid’s teacher (M/F)

My first story about hooking up with my kid’s teacher, when we met randomly at a bar during the big Syracuse elite 8 game and fucked at her friend’s house: https://m.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/4chdy3/celebrated_the_win_in_a_big_way_mf_maybe_tifu/d1ozlwe?context=3

Part two, when we hook up at my place: https://m.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/4d2zwl/hooking_up_with_my_kids_teacher_part_2/d1sx57m?context=3

This past Saturday night was the Final 4 matchup for Syracuse. Alison and I agreed to meet at the same sports bar that we had run into each other at the previous Sunday. I got there about halfway through the Oklahoma-’Nova early game to grab a booth, wearing my lucky Carmelo Anthony Syracuse Jersey. Alison rolled in right at tip-off off of the Syracuse game. Alison came alone this time and she squeezed next to me in the booth, with a friendly older couple sharing the other side. Alison was wearing a loose orange Syracuse t-shirt, purple tights and a tight black skirt that ended mid-thigh. After she sat down, she whispered to be that I should check out under her skirt. I slid my hand slowly underneath and found that she wasn’t wearing tights but thigh-high stockings. I roamed higher, expecting to hit underwear but never found any, my finger slipping between Alison’s pussy lips. I kept my hand there through most of the first half, and Alison reciprocated by kneading my cock through my jeans. We casually continued to pleasure each other, cheering at the correct times and making small talk with our tablemates during breaks in the action. But we were both still pretty distracted, and with North Carolina clearly the superior team anyway, I suggested Alison head to the bathrooms with a few minutes left in the first half. She compiled and I followed a minute later.

My dad’s friend is my Dom, I surprised him this weekend.

Hi GWS, it’s been a little bit. I’m hoping posting this time doesn’t turn into creepy demanding messages, presumptions about the happiness of my relationship, rambling masturbation fantasies about incest, pregnancy, or dogs or other things I really don’t want to read. Can’t a girl just have fun?

My Dom and I are exploring a DDlg relationship now. I flip between calling him Daddy and Sir. This last weekend was Easter, and we both had family obligations and couldn’t spend as much time as we usually do on a weekend together. I wasn’t very happy about it but decided to make the most of the time we had. Friday evening I left for his house so that I’d get there before he did, let myself in, and changed in his bedroom. I tied some light pink ribbons on the ponytails in my hair, put on some white bunny ears, white knee socks, a white crop top, and a light pink tutu style skirt. I knew Daddy would be there soon so I decided to wait for him in bed.

The Practice 5 (Ashley 1) [FF, fsub, fdom, huml, bdsm, mast]

Ashley ran for her life.

Her only clothing was a pair of thin sandals, and they weren’t built for speed. She dashed down the rocky slope towards the beach where dozens of other naked girls were laboring, futilely building a pile of rocks for the entertainment of fucking Dr. Wilcox. The filthy, exhausted girls turned their heads as she sprinted past, and a few yelled out her name. But she didn’t slow down.

It was easier to run on the wet sand down by the ocean. Ashley stretched her legs and pumped her arms, clutching a white stone star figure to her chest as best as she could. Her breasts were small a-cups, but still bounced uncomfortably when she ran flat-out, and the stupid star gave her some support. She was small, barely five-feet, but highly motivated. After a minute or so her adrenaline ran down and the aches of the morning began to catch up with her. Damn the fucking doctor and his stupid wife, with her stupid smile.

Ashley slowed to a jog and looked back. She had left the other girls far behind, eclipsed by a curve of jungle. She didn’t see anyone coming after her, but her footprints made a clear trail in the sand. Would the ocean wash them away? “Shit,” she said.