The Bride-To-Be Wants More Than A Dance (interracial)(mf)[prost]

After two years of stripping to help pay for my college education, bachelorette parties are the norm for me on a Friday and Saturday night. This gig was easy. I was smelling nice from the recent shower, looking good fresh from the barber shop, and had moisturized my skin until it looked like polished wood and after dancing my set. Dressed as a cop, with a name tag which read OFFICER NASTY, I stripped for a bunch of fun loving females fresh out of college who pawed me as they shoved dollar bills in my thong.

After my show, and a lap dance for the bride, I dressed in a bathroom. Beth Ann, the girl who booked me and the bride-to-be, Kelly waited for me to emerge. Beth Ann handed me my boom box.

“Thank you for coming,” Kelly said.

“Sure,” I said, with a smile.

Beth Ann said, “Hey, do you think you can do something extra for the bride?”

“Like what?” I asked.

“Like, she’s never been with a black guy and she should have the experience before she gets married.”

“Beth Ann!?” exclaimed Kelly, hitting her friend on the elbow. Read more »

Plan B – Married Guy [F]ro[m] Craigslist

I’m traveling to a new city, and my “ride from the airport” bails on me. I’d been looking forward to, shall we say, letting off some steam with [the gentleman who was going to pick me up](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/4bdnhw/2_months_of_online_foreplay_culminate_gonewild), so I’m left to kill some time. I make my way to my Airbnb but grab lunch first. Horny and disappointed, I peruse the Craigslist Casual Encounters on the restaurant’s wi-fi. I’ve had exceptionally good luck with that back home, so why not see what a new city has to offer?

I find a couple of ads that appeal to me (tips for getting responses: post at least one picture – not of your dick, ideally it proves that you’re at least halfway in shape, don’t post “requirements” or “seeking” characteristics – c’mon dude you’re looking for some strange on CL: filter the responses yourself). One is a guy who’s in his late 30’s, and he’s apparently addressing the women who are dissatisfied at home, revealing that he is also dissatisfied with his married sex life. I can definitely empathize… which is the main reason I’m cruising random cock in this city, anyways. He also says he’s staying in a nicer hotel and would be able to host. Plus, his picture is pretty sploosh-worthy. Wearing only boxer briefs, it’s clear he has spent some time in a gym. I’m not into the Incredible Hulk-aspring “ermgerd gainz!” gym bro-type, to be clear. But I can appreciate the aesthetics and secondary benefits of a gentleman with a well-built physique. As far as I go, I’ve been told I’m “fun to throw around” or would be, due to my own petite build (5’1 / 100lbs, brunette for the record). Read more »

[Humorous] Had a pretty weird and NSFW night driving for Uber, recounted it for your enjoyment

Had an interesting night driving again, every night seems like it gets crazier than the last and it has kept that trend for almost 2 months now. It was more interesting for more reasons than just one, but the last one and most out of character for me was being invited up to an apartment (which normally I would decline) at the end of my typical retiring time in the early morning and accepting the offer. It was a third person experience—I was watching from somewhere up and behind everything, think about an RPG video game camera angle, and was surprised by the turn in the dialogue. I followed her up, and while smoking a bowl and drinking a Mikes Hard Lemonade (no that isn’t product placement, and no I don’t have any affiliation with Mikes Hard Lemonadetm) we talked for about 5 minutes about random pointless shit. I noticed she had Seinfeld on (fucking great show) and then I basically threw my face into her chest.
She was curvy and self conscious about it for some reason, maybe some douchebag guys or girls had given her shit. Anyways I was always of the mindset “more cushion for the pushin’” so I tried to put her to ease. After stripping our clothes I proceeded to fuck her brains out (and she mine for that matter) all over her bed and bedsheets her vag had soaked. I made her cum 3 times (her count, maybe she was being nice) before she basically ate my dick and swallowed my bastards RIP.
Anyways she was a sweet girl, god bless her. She rode me and broke me in like a young buckin’ colt to boot. Unfortunately I forgot her name already cause I’m pretty much a douche from earlier myself. She seemed really eager to get my contact information afterwards. I was pretty much halfway out the door and made up some bullshit excuse as to why I couldn’t have her text me, and why I would text her in a bit, which I wasn’t going to do
fortunately I did text her because what happened next was hilarious and has me wondering something. I had left my phone, keys, wallet and 60$ in cash on her bed stand and threw everything on so quickly I thought I left the cash. I went up to her place and went back in, door was open when I had left. She was surprised (obviously) but when I told her that I had left something she starting pacing around frantically looking for it without even knowing what it was yet. I mentioned it was 60$ and she almost had a full on panic attack. Lol.
(FYI I had the money in my other pocket, and my dumbass self hadn’t checked the other side of my pants as if I had no goddamn sense) but here I am in her messy ass room, her still half naked running around flipping over a fuck ton of clothing looking for the money already in my pocket. I am standing there thinking ‘fuck it even if she took the 60$ just get the fuck out of here and don’t look back’ and ‘I just had sex with a prostitute didn’t I? Oh well.’ And then right about……now… I notice, oh nice it is in my other pocket, she is still having an incredible meltdown in front of me all the while. I almost felt like she had pretty much given up hope on me wanting anything to do with her again, she might have been right. Now that she was so visibly hurt at the thought I would accuse her of stealing it, and obviously I know she didn’t, I almost felt bad for a second. She legitimately felt bad. She wanted nothing more than to find that money. She was considerate. I thought ‘know what? I could make her happy. And you know what else? She could probably make me happy too.’ Then, instead, I told her to not worry about it and to text me later when she found it (which she wont lol again).
I wonder if she’ll text me that she found it? That is what im interested in at this juncture. Now I am not deplorable enough to actually accept the money, give me some credit I was raised with morals. I would just forlornly tell her to not worry about it and to keep the money, and proceed to never release her or this night from my headmeat vault to a living soul. What does it mean about me as a person to have treated her this way in less than an hour of knowing her?
I can’t be with her, despite her overwhelming desire to be with me—she wasn’t a bad person in anyway, just not for me. Something awned on me at that moment—a shower thought if you will. What if that is how intelligent women (who I happen to have a thing for, and never seem to get duh right) have to navigate the world? Always shielding off a horde of horny apes just to find the one guy that isn’t a dick on legs? I thought about how porn and PG porn, aka TV, conditions us to be ok with objectification and how it had affected me this very night. My new friend taught me many things about myself funny enough and who knows, maybe a new horizon in my existence. I just can’t stop thinking about how her pussy tasted sour. Read more »

Sorry Bob, your wife pays my rent [MFM][cuckold][prost]

Standing on her doorstep, I put some gum in my mouth, cranked my head side to side, toughening up into a rough neck dressed in a plaid cotton work shirt, jeans topped with a big rodeo buckle. It felt like Halloween to me but this is what she likes. I rang the doorbell, feeling the warmth in my loins from the dick drug I took 30 minutes ago. With her, I need Viagra.

Patricia answered it dressed in a purple satin slip and matching robe. She was tipsy, wobbling in mule heels with a tumbler of bourbon on ice in her hand.

“Hello, lover,” she said, gesturing for me to enter.

She had one of those western themed house with oversized leather furniture, pony skin pillows and Navajo rugs, all under a glass eyed gaze of stuffed big game animals scattered throughout her home. A Patsy Cline song crooned on her sound system.

She said, “You’re looking delicious tonight.”

“Thanks.”

I stood in her foyer, not taking another step until I get my fee.

“Oh, here,” she said, handing me an envelope which I opened to confirm seven one hundred dollar bills. Read more »

Fantasy come true

I feel like such a dirty dog for doing it, but this happened to me last year. Basically, I paid for sex. But it wasn’t just your typical prostitute or call girl. Now, I’m a guy in my mid-thirties. I’m not completely unsuccessful with women. But I always had this massive fantasy about just meeting some really hot young girl on the street or something, and just fucking her 5 minutes later. Obviously that’s never going to happen, but I’ve got a bit of money, and so the next best thing was to go to pay for it. But I didn’t want a prostitute/call-girl, I wanted a real, girl-next-door normal girl. So I’ll spare you the details, but eventually I met this 22 year old college student on a sugar daddy website… Read more »

Pretty sure I’m a prostitute for a guy [MF]

Haven’t posted in a while, sorry guys :)

A couple of months ago, I was involved with an older guy who treated me like eye candy and was given sex when asked. He quit because he got back with his wife and he didn’t want to risk her finding out. He lived up north but had business clients here so was here several days a week.

About two weeks ago, I run into one of his business clients at Target. He asks what’s going on, etc. And when he finds out I’m single, starts flirting big time. I flirt back a little and give him my cell. That night he text me for drinks, I accept and give him my address. I’ve also been living alone for a month now but that’s another story. Anyway, I get prepared and look ready for a good night, he shows up early! I let him and keep getting dressed. When I come out, he’s got wine already poured and gives me a glass. I don’t have wine cups so we drank from plastic cups. He flirts a little more and we both drink the wine. I have to watch it with wine because it gets me naked fast, he didn’t know this. I give him a kiss and tell him let’s go. Read more »

Falling for the Client [MF][Str8][Prost]

Dave was one of my few in-call clients. I arrived at his Upper East Side apartment at the usual 7:30 a.m. when his wife is firmly at work. He likes me to wear ‘regular clothes’, so I showed up in jeans, a t-shirt and canvas shoes. The doorman tipped his hat as he opened the front door for me and I rewarded him a ‘thank you’ and warm smile.

I softly knocked on his door. He answered wearing his favorite college sweatpants and t-shirt. Closing the door behind us, he gathered me into his chest for a kiss. Him I kiss and passionately with tongue. With Dave, I don’t collect the money first.

We stumbled back, kissing all the way to his bedroom as he yanked my shirt over my head to fling it aside. Having sex with Dave is like making love. His penis is the perfect size and girth for me but more than that, I actually had love for him in my heart which makes my orgasms intense.

I pushed him back onto the bed and pulled out his dick tenting in his sweats. I gobbled it in my mouth, taking it deep before taking it out to lick it as a lollipop. He flopped back onto the bed, enjoying my tongue. Read more »

Hollywood Secrets – Part 3: An Important Business Meeting [Mf] [Prostitution] [Celeb]

Hollywood Secrets Series

Part 1 – X

Part 2 – X

Part 3 – Here

Part 4 – Coming Soon

"Morning Jake!" Sally greeted me as I walked through the office door. I gave her a quick smile and nod as I walked past her reception desk for my office. Nathaniel was at his own desk, checking my schedule for the day.

He heard me come in and without looking up from his screen, issued me a warning. "Universal Studios."

"What?"

He looked at me and repeated. "Universal. In an hour." It clicked I'd booked an early appointment for the day.

"Damn. Do you have a copy of their folder? I think I left mine at home."

"No, I don't… We need to go get it."

I agreed and we both dashed out the door, heading for my car. I thought I'd let him know how it went with Mila.

"So, I had a SAP appointment yesterday…"

He perked up hearing that. "Oh, yeah? Who with?"

"Mila Kunis."

"Ah, nice, nice. How was it?" Read more »

Confession of a first time gigolo

Here goes my story that I haven't told anyone. I am new to reddit. I have been out of a 5 year long relationship, so really haven't been into the dating scene. I've recently experienced meeting girls in real life randomly who wanted to have sex right off the bat, some within a couple of hours meeting. I don't know what it is, but these random girls claim they never do it, but they immediately felt comfortable around me. For instance, one girl was with a date when I accidentally bumped her with the back of my chair. She told me to wait and came back with her date and told him I was taking her home. Meeting these strangers is exciting and in bed you never know what to expect, different tastes and different needs. All in all, I have found that I am hooked on it, the mystery, the newness, and moreso making a woman explore her sexual fantasies in a no-strings-attached scenario. So I wanted to see what is out there on reddit and found RAOMD. So I posted here on reddit RAOMD last week and I had been to chat with a girl who had never had a guy go down on her, and wanted to experience it for the first time anonymously. She was self-conscious about it, how her pussy would look to me, and apprehensive, but we eventually met up on Thursday night. We met at a hotel and had a drink to smooth her rough edgy nervousness. She was so self-conscious she kept her top on and wore full length crotchless fishnet stockings. We made out, I won't bore with you with the details, unless you want it, but she was totally satisfied. She told me she would tell her friends and possibly get in touch with me if they are interested. The kicker here is she went down to the ATM and handed me $200 bucks and said thank you for your services. I wasn't going to take it, and she wanted to make sure this was a transaction. She looked at me and she said, "You know you like that I'm paying you, just take it." I did. I felt weird and have been thinking about it ever since. A couple of girls I met had jokingly said they knew girlfriends of theirs that would gladly pay for multiple orgasms and incredible sex, specifically with me and I only laughed it off. But this confirms it, I officially and technically a male prostitute as of last Thursday. I am ambivalent. One part of me is proud of it, and the other part of me is ashamed that maybe it's wrong. I took a walk downtown after that experience to clear my head. Can anyone else relate, guys or girls?

“I’m Gonna Kill You & Claim Self Defense”

Tired and becoming bored of dealing with AMP's, I decided to switch it up a notch, I got on backpage and began to search for a gorgeous prostitute I could fuck. This was like literally being at a prostitute store, you had an array of options. Black, white, Hispanic,Asian, mixed, Russian, Croatian. I mean L.A. is filled with all types of people. So I finally seen this gorgeous mixed woman who couldn't have been any older than 25. She described herself as being the queen of riding dick, she was also very bragadocious in her ad about her technique. She charged $150.00, so before I contacted her I really thought about it and said to myself, "do you really wanna do this? why don't you go to the AMP get a massage/ HJ and from there call it a day." Then I looked back at her pic and said I gotta try this especially being in LA for a short period. I contacted her by text, transcript is as follows:

*WannaBeSpecOps: Hi, I seen your ad, curious if you're available for a few hours tonight?

*Staci: Hey babe, yeah I'm free, what were you wanting to do? Read more »