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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. Read more »

The Locker Room (M/F, D/s)

I was walking through the university’s gymnasium—a nice shortcut between my office and the library—when I heard what sounded like moaning. It seemed to be coming from just beyond the girls’ locker room door. I pressed my palm against the swinging door, gently extending my fingers to push it open slightly. What I thought could be someone in pain I now recognized as the unmistakable sounds of pleasure. I slipped in.

I turned the initial corner to encounter the rows of slim lockers. If my memory was accurate, the cheer squad wrapped up practice recently. I walked slowly to the second row of lockers and saw her. She was sitting on the long, thin bench between the lockers, her back to me. But, I recognized the voice. It’s so strange to hear a voice you’re so accustomed to in another context—here, moaning, absorbed in pleasure. She was one of the more talkative students in my intro literature class. And here she was, still in her cheerleading uniform, her legs straddling the bench, spread wide so that she could touch herself, her head tilted forward and her long dark hair hanging in a loose pony tail. Read more »

Birthday dinner [oral] [M] [F] [public]

I picked you up for a late dinner. You were wearing a sexy little sun dress. Your skin was sun kissed and your hair shown like the sun. You smelled fantastic and when you got in the truck, you leaned over and kissed me. Our mouths paused momentarily and my tongue explored your lips and was met gently by your sweet tongue. Your mouth tasted so sweet and I immediately began to feel my pulse quicken and the blood begin to flow to my manhood. We kissed again and then I turn to drive. We had a reservation at a nice italian restaurant that was your favorite. As we drove, we chatted casually and laughed a lot. You always make me smile. You had your hand on my leg and you were caressing my leg, which you knew was arousing me and you liked it. You reached up and grabbed my hand and gently placed it on your thigh, under the hem of your dress and you continued to tell me about your day. I took the hint and my hand began to gently explore your smooth, tan skin. I allowed my fingers to roam up towards your waist. You shuddered a little when I got close enough to feel your warm, moist pussy. You leaned over and whispered in my ear “I’m not wearing any panties”… you knew this would drive me crazy. Read more »

I have led you here. [FM] [soft suckling in the Scottish lowlands] [outdoor oral] [feelsy]

I have watched your calves strain to carry your muscle and bone through the lowlands; listened to low hum of your breath ahead of me, surveying the rolling hills below us. We keep getting closer to the sky, and I can’t tell if I’m lightheaded due to the altitude or from being so close to you in such silence for so long.

I don’t know how to say what I want to say.

I don’t know how to say what I want to say, which is that I have waited a lifetime to find someone good enough to bring here, to lay down among the heather. Now we’re here, lost to the world in the Ochils, it feels almost criminal to disturb the peace of the wind whispering through your hair. I know I should be grateful for sunshine but mostly I am grateful for the line of your shoulder blades and the silence between us, which is calm and comfortable and not as fraught and charged as that shared with shadows from my past.

That’s what I thought love was. Racing hearts and sweaty palms and feeling like the ground might crumble if he-who-I-loved didn’t hold it up. Read more »

Play Time [part 4]

Mmm, my pussy was still throbbing from the pounding he just gave me. I watched as he walk to the shower to wash up. Enjoying the view of his sculpted body. How I wanted to run my tongue over every inch of him. Fuck I can never get enough of him. I walked over to the adjoining room to soak in a warm bath. The feel of the water on my tender skin only heightened my sexual appetite. So I laid there and let the water caress my body. I could hear him pouring us drinks in the other room. I began to wash myself making sure I was nice and clean. Inside and out. I couldn’t help but slide my fingers inside my pussy preparing myself for the next round. I got out of the tub, put on another pair of fishnet stocking (I know how much he loves them) and red lace lingerie. I walk out towards the balcony ( how I love this view) he stands behind me as we look out at the sea. This is our world. Our escape. Where nothing else exists but us. He tells me to eat but I’m not ready. There is still so much play time left. I don’t want to miss a minute. He passes me my drink. I love the feel of the alcohol as in goes down my throat and warms my body. It’s the same way he makes me feel, all warm, tingling, free & uninhibited. I turn around and we kiss. How I love kissing him. The feel of his lips and tongue dancing with mine. I sit him on the chair and tell him to get his phone. I want him to record this. I grab the oil and watched him as I poured and rubbed it all over my breast. Love the sound of his quick inhale as he realized what was about to happen. I began to stroke his cock with one hand and massage his balls with the other just watching him, feeling him get harder and harder. I licked and bit my lip trying to stop myself from feeding off him. I want to take my time and enjoy this. I then put his cock between my breast and begin to slide them up and down. I can see pure pleasure rush through him as I stroke him with my breast. Up, down, up , down squeezing as I go. Oh what a beautiful sight. I can’t help myself I tried to hold back but this damn oral fixation. So I began to lick and suck him off at the same time. His breathing became labored. The rush I got watching him fuck my breast as I sucked him off was too much. I couldn’t control myself. I sucked harder until he exploded all over my breast. I continued to stroke and squeeze his cock with my breast until he was completely drained. I then began to lick my breast clean.

Just a Pornographic Fiction Story About a Blowjob

I post this just for people to read it. It is the first story I have written in my life (the first and it has to be a pornographic one, wow). It is written without any experience, so some parts can be laughable or nonsensical. In addition to letting me know if you liked it, I would like you to comment on my way of writing, I ask for advice to improve writing skills; Give me your observations, if you can. That’s all.

– “Well, let’s go!” – Linda tells me, her arms are folded and her face is indifferent with shades of impatience.

Linda is a pretty nice twenty year old girl. She’s my coworker; a party girl, outgoing and who has no problem saying whatever comes to her mind even if it sounds rough. From time to time she uses rude and sometimes double meaning language that tends to annoy me, but it’s nothing that I can’t bear. She is completely different from me: quiet, almost asocial, with a more respectful and literal language that that prefers to go unnoticed. Read more »

[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. Read more »

To feel like a slut [MMF+F] [Voy] [DP] [Mast]

*This is a departure from my normal style, a purely fictional story for your reading pleasure. I do hope you enjoy it, and as always feel free to comment letting me know what you think.*

You start to dance with me in the crowded club, at first manoeuvring in front, between my friend and me. She gives me a glance to see if I want her to intervene, but you’re cute so I let her know with a quick smile that it is ok, I’ll give you a chance. You’re a good dancer so we continue like this, not touching for a while before you make your move and close in putting your arms around my waist. I put mine around your neck and pull you in close against me, I can feel you’re already getting hard as it presses into my stomach. You’re lucky, I haven’t been with anyone for a while and had decided before I got to the club that I wasn’t leaving alone. Talk about right place, right time. We make out on the dance floor for a while, your hands holding my ass, mine around your neck stroking the back of your short, cropped hair. I grind myself against your hardness making it clear I can feel you and that it is welcome. Read more »