Tag: Oral

[MF] Her (24F) Tinder profile said “no hookups.” An hour later I was fingering her under the bar (PART 2: cumming inside her, twice)

***Preface:*** *This happened awhile back, in my early twenties. With coronavirus and quarantine going on, I thought it might be fun to relive and share some memories with you all from over the years. Names have been changed to protect the not-so-innocent. Let me know if you enjoy this, I love hearing feedback.*

**** If you haven’t already, you can read Part 1 of this story on my profile. ****

We closed out the check (my treat, naturally) and stumbled, laughing, to the parking lot where my car was, still half-drunk, half high off of horniness and the rush of getting naughty in public. Thankfully the hotel was a very short drive away (seriously, don’t be and idiot and drive tipsy like I did).

Predictably, our hands were busy teasing each other the whole way back—my fingers rubbing her clit through her panties again and her hands rubbing my throbbing cock through my pants. Listening to Kai moan in the passenger seat while I touched her made me want to pull the car over on the side of the road and fuck her right then and there. I’m guessing she was thinking the same thing; she made fuck-me eyes at me the whole way back. Read more »

[MF] Maria – Wild and Wasted One Night Stand with an Athletic Club Girl

“You look good.” Always what you want to hear when you’ve complied with an order to strip by a stranger. Buck naked, feeling a little awkward, and more than a little wasted, my new friend Maria rakes her eyes over me with a lascivious smirk.

I used to party. (Not so much – or really at all – anymore). But what does that even mean, “party”. Once you answer the coded question, “Do you like to party?” in the affirmative you’re basically crossed the threshold to being a free-use vessel for intoxicants and lust until dawn.

I’m out one night, down to party. Although I’m a hipster at heart, I like to party with norm-core girly-girls. Something about picking up the type of woman who would have sneered at me in high school really turns my crank. So, I’m at a shitty club-jams spot four gimlets deep and feeling it. This athletically thick, tall, pretty girl with doe eyes, curly brunette hair and buttery olive skin keeps catching my glances. She’s mirroring my moves and smiling. Here’s what works for me to meet new friends; I like to dance – to move with creativity and athleticism. I’m able to have fun all on your own and respect people’s personal space. When someone does make eyes at me, like this queen, I introduce myself and tap into as much wit, cool, and charm as I can muster. But it’s way too loud for all that; so, I gesture to her with upturned palms like, “you want to dance?” She slides into my personal space bubble and puts one hand on my hip and another of my shoulder. Read more »

My soldier of the night (MF)

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This is my first attempt at releasing something I wrote, so please tell me how you like it. Would love some feedback. Enjoy!!

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So I’m American military, what I do and what branch is unimportant, but I will tell you I’m currently outside the US. We’re apparently doing important NATO things with important NATO countries. Honestly, most of the time it’s pretty boring. Although I do get to meet some pretty cool people from different places. This is a story of one of those people.

For a while when I first got here, no one was quite sure what to do with me. I didn’t really have a job, then someone went home and I took his spot. That meant I started getting off work at about 2am local. Part of our dining facility is open 24 hours a day so I would stop and grab something to eat on the way back to my room. All of this means that I am awake at really the only quiet time on the base. All the late sleepers are definitely out by 2:30 and the early risers don’t really start getting up until around 4am. Don’t get me wrong, there’s still stuff going on, but it’s about as quiet as it gets. Read more »

[MF] Forbidden Love – Chapter 3. The Infatuation

Love. A simple and small word, but it carries such a strong meaning. Is it possible to love two people? Or better. Could I love two people? Questions and more questions.

Three months have passed since our first “incident.” My passion for him was stronger than ever, and we used every opportunity we had to be together. I had gone back on birth control because I honestly hate condoms. My husband had a vasectomy after the birth of our children, so I never had to worry, but now with the affair, pregnancy was a real risk. After three months of sex with condoms, feeling him inside like the first time was a dream.

Our encounters had slowed down, so no one gets suspicions. Our partners trusted us, and we didn’t want to change that. The meetings were very casual, sometimes alone and sometimes with friends. Controlling my desire to jump on him, tear off his clothes, and make love in front of everyone. It was the first time that I felt this impulsive desire, almost primitive. All my life, my body only responded to certain contexts, but not now. Just by looking at him, my mind created the most erotic scenes. For the first time in my life, I was spontaneous. Read more »

Wet Dreams University 161 Burnt Pasta Dream Master (FF MF MFF MFM Anal BDSM Bondage Solo Oral)

“So then Mr. Cy” Clarissa started to say as she straddled his lap, “is there anything else you would like to have for dinner?”  Throwing her hair over her shoulder, draping her arms over his.  “Besides pasta (tasting his lips, rubbing her pussy lips over his cock) after all you already have me naked” Clarissa cooed.  Squeezing her triple S’s together, wanting to smother him with them while she pounds his cock.  “A appetizer before dinner” offering her tits for his hungry mouth to devour.  The taste of his lips once again made Clarissa shutter.  Sliding off his lap, feeling his cock, so hard, so long as it grazed her asshole then the long torturous grind as it press her pussy.  “Mmmm..” she moaned in his ear for only him to enjoy.  Nuzzling his neck as his fat cock skimmed her clit, the head flicking her clit.  Clarissa still sank down past the point of standing.  Licking his bulbous head, cleaning her cum from from it.  “Oopsie, what a mess I’ve made” gripping his man meat, her hand barely able to close around it.  Giving that shy little smirk, “Let me clean it up..”  The taste of her cum all over his cock brought back so many fleeting memories of there first date.  About how bad he wanted to pound her ass butt settled for her tight cunt.  About the struggles she had about giving him head.  Looking up at him, “This is only for the clean up.”  Giving that sheepish grin at the end as his cock disappeared down her throat.  “You are so fucking bad Clarissa.. Mmm fuck, I should just (reaching out to seize her head in his hand) pound on your fuckkking ass like a good little Slut deserves butt (stopping her sucking was the hardest thing he has ever had to do)..” pulling her off of his cock.  Watching the dripping rod as it came out of her mouth.  “Butt perhaps I will take your appetizer” his strong grip brought two things to the forefront.  One was pain, to have her triple S’s being man handled so roughly, to be directed no matter where they needed to be.  The second was cum, a lot of it all from Clarissa’s creamy pussy.  “Yes Sir Mas..” the words being choked off by the sudden urge to cum again.  Cy let his hand cup her ass.  Pulling on her cheek, “You want my cock don’t you my little Slut..” letting the slut drag out.  Blushing from her pet name, wanting to drain his cock from the sound of his voice, cuming for the hell of it.  Gripping where he was cupping, his middle finger pressing against her asshole.  “Take me, take me now” breaking his hold on her.  Mounting the couch, thrusting her ass out, “Fill my holes with your” turning to look into his eyes, hair trickling down her face.  A sharp spank to Clarissa’s ass, pulling her blonde head  back.  “You are so bad maybe I’ll just..” the silence was only one sided.  “Oh fuck Mmm.. Oh yesss Ooo..” her hips jerking as his tongue drilled Clarissa pussy.  Licking from clit to asshole, flicking her clit, diving deep into her darkest desire, lapping her pussy till Clarissa’s world was turned upside down.  The smell of burnt pasta filled the air butt Cy was not done with his appetizer, Clarissa.

The Conference [MF]

In my younger days I would regularly attend conferences for my industry. Somewhat for the knowledge building, somewhat for the networking, but definitely for the simple fact that every night attendees got their drink on and their freak on.

Luckily for me, my industry has a fairly high female population so I have plenty of sex stories from these days. Some aren’t worth the time to tell, some I’m sworn to secrecy on, and others still will live forever in my spank bank.

My favourite story though is Mary.

It was in my first year travelling around attending conferences, and my game left a lot to be desired, so even among young, drunk, horny women I was striking just as often as I scored. It’s not that I’m ugly – I’ve been told I’m fairly good looking, and I take very good care of my body – but when you’re competing against men in the field with names and prestige, you really need to sell yourself. I know that’s dating reality flipped on it’s head, but when the choice is between an older, good looking gentleman who can put your name in the right place, as well as make you scream ‘Daddy’, or the young stud who can do nothing for your career and might be a dud lay, women were picking the career booster every time. Read more »

(Part 2) I was a toyboy for an older woman, and then her friend [MFF]

I posted a few weeks ago about an experience I had being a toyboy for an older woman. I had a great response as well as some kind and fun DMs. A few people asked specifically about the evenings spent with Lucy’s friend, Caroline. I have a free afternoon so thought I’d post a follow up.

[Original post.](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/narqwx/i_was_a_toyboy_for_an_older_woman_and_then_her/)

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Spring Breeding [M/F, impregnation, oral, vaginal, BDSM, dom/sub, group/public, erotica] (AmethystMare)

With the lusts of spring in the air, two randy lady-furs can’t resist the lure of some spring breeding from a stud of a stag!

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As always, I am open for commissions starting at 30 GBP per 1,000 words – please e-mail arianmabe[at]gmail.com for more information or see my profile!

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“Have you called him yet?”

Oni hissed, the black and red vixen rocking and grinding, her sex stuffed with a thick dildo, though it was not enough. The sofa was already soaked with her juices as she licked her lips and howled out her pleasure, though the rod of her cock was not something that could soothe the edge of her need in a moment like that.

The phone pressed to the side of the hermaphrodite’s face crackled with static and she swore, cunt ablaze, seemingly with the kind of lust that she could not sate for herself.

“Yeah…” Her friend, Squishy, on the other end of the line, was just as bad as her, though the feline surely rang through with a deeper, even more feral need. “You can come over… He’s…unff…getting here…soon…” Read more »

The first time I [M] fucked my girl[F]riend in the ass

I had just gotten into college and started dating a very hot brunette who we’ll call M. She was around my height, had small breasts and very long legs.

After a couple of weeks, we started having sex and it was still pretty vanilla, because we were young, shy and getting to know each other. She gave me my first blowjob to orgasm, I gave her her first orgasm through oral and more first time stuff. Very good memories, my dear friends… Read more »