My Batchelor Party [MMMFF] [MF] [MMF] [FF] [MFF] [Str8] [Bi] [anal] [prost?] [group] [cheating] [stripper] [creampie] [oral] [reluc]

[[This is my first story and I welcome all comments and constructive criticism. Thanks for reading.]]

“I can’t believe I will be a married man tomorrow” I thought to myself as I drove to the hotel where my friends had told me to meet them. It was 8pm when I pulled into the parking lot of the Red Roof Inn. I was 30 minutes early and drifted off thinking of my soon to be wife and why she was with a guy like me, I’m nothing special to look at. I have short brown hair that is slowly starting to bald in the back, brown eyes, an average build (I could definitely afford to hit the gym), about 180lbs and 5’7”. My soon to be wife on the other hand is just perfect. She is about 150lbs and 5’4”, curly red hair and beautiful green eyes that I can stare into for hours. Then there is her body, she has cute little B cup tits, a nice cute little tummy that leads down to her juicy red hair covered pussy….

I am what I am. [FM], [FFM] [mast, oral, exh]

Call me what you like, I am a prostitute, a whore, a hooker, a slut, a woman of easy virtue. I really don’t care. I get paid to fuck. I fuck anyone with the money to pay me. I am still surprised with the number of men who ask me why I do it. I tell them some hard luck story, a poor childhood, runaway, hooking to eat, and that seems to satisfy them. Some nitwits want to “take me away from this tawdry life” but I refuse. I am not ready to stop.

So why do I do this? I like to fuck. In fact, I love fucking. I love a man’s cock inside me, any hole. I love it when I get to fuck two guys at once. One up the front, one in the ass, or in the mouth or any combination thereof, is fine with me. As long as I am fucking, I love it. It was something I loved doing, a hobby, and I turned my hobby into my income.

My BF Bribed Me Into Wearing a Chastity Cage and Anal Jewelry for a Full Day In Order to Watch 50 Shades Darker For Valentines Day [TM] [Exhibition] [Bondage]

Sorry for the long delay between my posts in this sub! I know a lot of you messaged me these last few months asking me to come back. I’ve been busy with a lot of life changes and I guess those changes bring some fairly recent stories I can tell!

So a quick update on my life, that guy I wrote about in my last story, you know that 48 y/o hot doctor I went home with at a bar and we hit it off? Well we dated casually for a couple of months and then I became his girlfriend around Christmas time and I actually moved in with him in early February. Things just clicked really well between us although his daughter absolutely despises me >_<;

(Quick Intro for new readers: I am an Asian transgender woman in her mid-20’s. Right now I’ve been told I look as white as possible because I dyed my hair blonde again but I usually have brown or black hair most of the time. I’m 5’4 110 lbs and I started my transition when I was in high school)

I [F] had a year long obsession with being a prostitute and FINALLY made it happen. [MF]

https://eroshare.com/ehmr8wor

Since then you guys have flooded me with support and many have offered to help me role play but I honestly knew if I never actually went through with it I would always wonder.

I left my apartment around 11 after a whole day of jitters and unbelievably long sessions of teasing myself in bed visualizing what I wanted.

I wasn’t cold but I felt bare just like last time wearing my thong and shirt under a jacket. I got there and it was busier than I imagined near the overpass. I saw maybe 8 girls there and two cars already parked.

I recognized one of the girls from last time and I was scared as hell of being recognized by her. I walked on the opposite side of the street figuring out how I was going to do this.

I didn’t expect to get a car stop next to me and before I could even look at the driver one of the girls was across the street and already at his window. This happened twice!

I felt super conscious about the other girls and kept my distance continuing to walk through the tunnel. I think I got nearly to the other side before another car stopped for me.

[MF][Cheating] Destroying my engagement with Molly

Hello again GWS! All of the positive feedback I got after submitting for the first time here last week has me all excited to share again. I don’t have a *ton* of sexcapades that are actually worth sharing, but I have been around the block a few times and would love to share as many as possible! It was kind of a toss-up whether I share what happened when I ran [into Staci](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/602lrg/mf_staci_gave_me_the_best_going_away_present) again, or a story about how I was an idiot in my early twenties, cheated on my fiancé with a stripper, and ruined my engagement. A change of pace is always good, so I’m gonna roll with the stripper story this time around. This happened many years ago, and it’s *still* difficult not to beat myself up over how much of an idiot I was when I think back on it. Oh, and apologies if the build-up to actual sexy time is too long here…I kind of can’t help how I write these.
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**Relevant Background**

I [F] have a year long obsession with being a prostitute and almost made it happen. [MF]

Sorry a head of time for my jumbled sentences, writing from a very emotional place.

It was just for my own curiosity that took me to this. I came from a good home, my uncle willed us his estates which the family collects cash flow from between my mom, dad, and my younger brother and I and I don’t really have to work a day in my life if I chose not to just so you guys understand that I its not out rough financial times or saving up for my future that prostitution is on my mind.

It was a comment from a friend that snowballed into a year long obsession. I made modelling income for the last 5 years since I was 14 and started to get tired of the scene after my breakup with my Ex who didn’t hesitate to help with my prostitution fetish if you can even call it that.

(The comment was from a friend who said something on the lines of, “Imagine the look on one of those guy’s faces if they saw you working down in ********** Street.” The context was that we were watching from the van parked a block away from where a girl was talking to someone in the car and he drove off yelling “You are not worth fifty dollars ugly bitch!”, leaving the girl angry and bitching loudly.)

Ballerina Occidental

By Cleopatra Alexandria

*Based on a true story.

The Holo-TV produced photons which travelled through space coming to rest on a digital retina. Alexandria spread across an old couch watching. Being that she was a hyper sophisticated synthetic creation when she watched Holo it was the electronic equivalent of a dog communicating with a human. The Holo unit had a brain as well as all things did now, at least in The City, but it was a primitive processor/motherboard setup more similar to ancient computers than to Alex’s mental schematics.

Her mind was the result of over 200 years of computer science combined with relatively new innovations in nanotechnology. Being that scientists could now recreate hypercomplex structures at the atomic level, a level of complexity had been reached in electronic (positronic) minds that was similar to that of the human brain. The debate still raged as to whether the human mind could be perfectly duplicated in electronic form, but Androids like Alex were as close as the tech had come.

Reese Becomes P.C.; [mT][huml][sissy][anal][gang][buk][inc][prost][exh][mast][Tdom][Msub]

It’s an excellent Sunday morning for a cum shower. A good day to get down on your knees for Sky Daddy, and let him rain his love down all over you~
Fuck, my mouth is watering now… Anyway, I hope you enjoy.

-Starla

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My name is Reese [redacted], and I am a student at [redacted] High. I’m writing to you, today, because I fucked up, and immediately after fucking up, the world decided to fuck me over on top of it.

See, this city used to be a good, wholesome place. There were no queers, or lgbts; everyone did it the right way by waiting until they were 19 to get married, and then having children during college. We all loved Jesus, voted Republican, and knew deep down that Obama was a Muslim.

Everything changed when we got our first tranny student. He was a nasty boy named Pete (he wants us to call him Shannon, now), who started wearing eyeliner one day, and it seemed like the next, he came in wearing all women’s clothes and makeup. He even had his hair done up, too. I say he was nasty because we used to hang out a lot. He wasn’t my best friend, or anything, but we were in Scouts together, and we’ve slept in tents together before, and he didn’t tell me.

Olivia

By Bella Moretti Alexandria (Here’s lookin at you kid;)

Vi was bored that night. The ancient looking gentlemen’s club had existed since the days of slavery, though any racist portraiture had long since been taken down from the walls. She sat in a long room panelled with tropical hardwood and carpeted in dark green. Finely carved chairs and tables were placed about the room but no one was talking.

Vi sat in a group of infinitely uninteresting men and smiled and nodded while she did her mental accounting. In truth she owned the club and did not have to hang out with these dullards. It was also true that she was the main reason these rich and stupid men kept on coming to the club and paying their high membership fees. Whiskey and luxurious privacy were universal but a well educated and proportioned geisha like Vi was hard to find.

Black is the new Black

By Anna Foxx Alexandria
(Ded. to a special someone you know who you are)

Regina Campbell felt like she was on top of the world. She had just graduated from high school the week before and was on the way to her new job. She walked through the slums to get to the bus stop. The red dirt caking slightly on the sides of her shoes. Tin roofs flapping in the wind.

She had gotten the job at Pandora Holdings Ltd. After a stressful interview with a good looking woman in a gray hound’s-tooth suit dress. The woman had introduced herself as Ms. Jackson. The woman, although she was young, screamed refinement and Regina had been rattled as she tried to use her best English and most fluent business speech. Debits. Credits. Accounts owing, she prattled through accounting 101 and seemed to impress the seriously suited woman.

It turned out that her Grade 12 accounting classes were useless however as the job seemed to mainly consist of her organizing heavy boxes of files in the back rooms of the office or briefly filling in at the front desk. Ms. Jackson insisted that Regina dress up nicely despite her lowly tasks and gave her money to buy new work clothes. Regina was happy about this as well the offices were located within an expensive part of Kingston and she got to smile at the young men on the way to their own offices in freshly pressed suits.