[MF] A night with the shop girl while on vacation

She was British, tall, very thin, short blonde hair just below her ears. Her and I were both in our early twenties. I was on vacation in the Caribbean, she worked at one of the hotel shops for the season.

I met her my first day and spent several days chatting with her in the store. We’d flirt a lot, she was cute and silly, so after a few days we decided to hang out one night after she got off.

We met up and hung out at a hotel cafe for a bit. She was in grey summer dress, her short blonde hair fell just below her ears. We walked the beach, the hotel grounds, we talked for awhile then ended up at the pool. She had her bikini and bottom on under her summer dress and I was in trunks so we decided to go swimming. After an hour or so we both started getting cold, the ocean breeze didn’t help.

“Are you cold too?” I asked.
“Extremely.” She said and laughed.
“We could warm up in the shower if you’d like… in our suits I mean of course.”
She laughed again, “Of course! Sure, that sounds good.”

Tinder ghost girl blew me on our first date [MF] Pt.2

Thank you everyone who responded so well to my first story with Lucy. I have been a long time lurker of this subreddit and always wanted to post something of my own. I finally had a few experiences I thought were story worthy and decided to write them. Like before, if there is more interest, I will post the rest of my stories of Lucy (and maybe a couple more girls) here. Thanks again for reading! If you haven’t already read it, here is a link to part 1!

https://old.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ee11je/tinder_ghost_girl_blew_me_on_our_first_date_mf/

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After our first encounter Lucy and I kept talking. Our conversations became very flirtatious and sexual. We talked all about the naughty things we would do to each other the next time we hung out. I was anxious to see her again. Almost a week had passed and I asked.

“When am I going to get to see you again?”

“How about Saturday night? My roommate is going out of town for a few days so I will have my place to myself.” she responded

“Ya that sounds awesome. What should we do?” I asked

[F]ucking [M]y girlfriend on the dining room table after not seeing her for three weeks

Our last post was a while ago, and I had always said I’d follow up with it. However, life got in the way, my bad! Anyway, below is the continuation to my girlfriend, Lora, and I celebrating new years last year/the beginning of this year.

Starting pretty much straight away after the previous post, we woke up the next morning incredibly excited. Although great to spend time with old friends, we really did just want to go home and be alone together. Thankfully, some of these attending friends lived near where we did, so we managed to hitch a ride.

The moment we were in the house, god himself couldn’t have parted us. I won’t give too much detail about this part, because honestly, it was over in a flash. We were both stupidly horny and tired from the night before, so we essentially fell onto the bed, tore each others clothes off, made love and fell asleep all in the span of about 5 minutes. Not very magical, I know, but bear with me. It’s on its way.

Christmas Party with friends turned into the most amazing experience I’ve ever had. [Group] [Long]

On Christmas Eve the 6 of us were all home from college for a couple of weeks. Instead of spending the time with our families like normal people, we decided we should all get together on Christmas Day for a little party to catch up with each other and just have a good time. We decided to do a Secret Santa sort of thing. The Attendees were Paige, Cassie, Marcus, James, his girlfriend Katryna, and myself. (Of course, names are changed). The only one I’ve had a sexual experience with before was Paige, she is the same Paige from my last story.

The 25th finally arrives after 24 long excruciating hours with the family. We all decided to meet up at Cassie’s place because no one would be there for the next couple of days. Paige and I arrived first with presents in hand and were greeted by Cassie still in her pajamas because we arrived a little early to help with setup.

Cassie is gorgeous, to say the least. She is 5′ 4″ with long jet black hair which was up in a ponytail, with amazing C cup tits that look like they should be a D because they’re almost falling out but she refuses to buy more bras. She has tanned skin that was perfectly done, everything about her is quite literally perfect.

The Day I [M]et the Love of My Li[F]e

No one expects Tinder to generate any kind of quality connection anymore. I [M] certainly didn’t. But I’d been divorced for two years, hadn’t had ANY intimate contact for longer, and the bar scene looked like an STD slideshow in a high school health class. So, I gave in and put that iconic fire icon on my home screen.

I knew to manage my expectations. The internet was very clear: being a guy trying to get a date on Tinder is almost as difficult as trying to become a professional athlete. So, I didn’t get my hopes up.

But soon it became a game for me. If I were a hammer, puzzles would be my nail. Learning the best Tinder-game strategy kept me going back, kept me swiping even when I never matched. For example, I knew that I couldn’t compete on looks alone. But if I showed some personality in my pics, my probability of catching a lady’s attention would bump up. Thus, my main pic was me pointing over my shoulder at Christmas decorations in a store with a” WTF” look on my face (it wasn’t even November, for godsakes!).

It turns out that was a winning strategy.

New Officeholder Orientation [MMFF+] [Str8] (2/2)

(continued…)

The crib is similar to the one in E2, but like the waiting room, is much larger. Here the bed is king-sized, with a nightstand on both sides. Some undulating couches line the walls. Several of the very low stools are stacked against one wall. Rebecca enters, picks up a stool and puts it in the middle of the floor. “This is a kneeling stool. You sit down with most of your weight on the seat, but it’s angled so your knees rest on the ground. Then you swing your legs underneath he stool again.” She demonstrates, kneeling, facing them. ”See how I don’t sit on the robe, but directly on the seat. The seat pads are changed out after each appointment, with the other linen.

“Take a stool, and kneel, lining up in front of me.” The other women take stools and kneel on them, facing Rebecca. “You will sometimes end up kneeling on the floor, but for long periods, most women find that the stools are more comfortable. The rest of the orientation will be in this room and you’ll be kneeling for most of it. Kneeling helps remind us to be humble before the men we serve.

Libellule is French for Dragonfly [F][masturbating][Gag][Toys][Private Investigator]

When she pressed the keyboard key – a final dot – she felt both relief and anticipation. Relief, because finishing typing up this document marked the end of a long three week job. Anticipation because she knew what she was going to do, now that she was free.

She had given so much of her time on this last job that she barely had time for herself. While at first it was no problem to forget herself in the work, during the final days, she felt herself wanting to relieve stress more and more. It was always like that in her line of work: jobs required so much of her time and attention, but she had ample time to make up for it between two gigs.

She closed her writing app and opened up her emails. She quickly sent her work with a short explanation and signed “Libellule”. Libellule is French for dragonfly. It was the nickname she chose, in order to remain anonymous, a must in her line of work: private investigator. She chose this nickname because she loved the idea of being a fly on the wall, as well as the common wisdom that dragonflies were only found in less polluted area, something she hoped her work helped preserve, whether it be litteral pollution or figuratively speaking when she contributed to bringing down bad guys. She chose the French version of the word, because, well, she found it more sexy, and sexy is always something to go for. This done, she closed everything on her laptop. She was free!

Lyra’s Cavities : (Forced orgasm, anal, cumplay, stripping, oral)

Just a short recap: Lyra, a beautiful mixed Japanese-American woman, was halted by immigration and searched for narcotics. The men proclaiming to be security guards anally and vaginally penetrated her. One of the men violated her mouth with his manhood. Her holes were filled and she is now laying weak in captivity.

Chapter 1 : Realization

Lyra was sulking on the cold, stainless table. Her bare breasts lay flat, push down by the weight of her body. Her nipples numb, sensitive to the cold steel. Her vagina still dripping of white cum that continued running down her thighs before forming a wet puddle on the table top. She can still taste the salty, bittersweet stench of ejaculate on her tongue. Her ear lobes and hair intertwined with semen ropes jutting out of her lips. She was a ravaged mess. Sobbing but pussy throbbing, Lyra can still feel the soreness of her gaping, opened pussy lips. She can still hear the flapping sound her butt cheeks made with the man who took her from behind. As hauntingly, she can still feel her pink vaginal wall expand and collapse with the cock’s every move.

“Oh my god you’re so big”, BF’s friend [M] had to take it slow while [F] my pussy stretched and adjusted to his size (Video included)

It had been over a month since my BF’s best friend (my regular FWB) and I met up and fooled around, however our friend’s wedding last weekend was the perfect excuse to rekindle.

My Bf and I checked into the hotel, got ready and went straight down to the welcome party. By the time his best friend checked in and came to the party, I had already had a few drinks, and stupidly greeted him with a kiss in front of quite a few people… one of which were my girlfriend’s parent’s (I literally introduced them to my boyfriend 20 minutes ago). Sometimes I hate how friendly I get after a few wines… but at the time I didn’t think too much of it.

After half an hour of flirting and playful touching, I was way too wet and turned on and couldn’t take it any more. I needed feel him inside me again. I whispered into his ear secretly how wet I was. He grabbed my hand and we made our way back to the hotel elevator. I winked at my BF on the way out, who was well aware and even predicted we would hook up in less than an hour.

[MF] [Mdom] The day I totally owned her

I won’t lie. When I found my flatmate’s secret timebomb drive, I thought things would go differently. I imagined that I would be using Anna anytime I wanted to make my fantasies come true. She would be my toy, my plaything, my slut to abuse whenever I pleased. Like if everyday was a real life porn movie. But in reality, everything was just… much more mundane. Our lifes progressed normally, we both were busy not spending that much time at home, and even when we were together things often were somewhat awkward. Or she was too tired and totally didn’t look in the mood to be used. Or I didn’t want to look desperate and admit how much I wanted her.

And even in the days I decided to play with her, she would always start by saying ‘no’ and we had to do our little blackmail game to get her to behave like a good girl. If that was just the game she liked to play, or if I was just being an asshole to her and she hated me, I had no idea. Sure, I wanted to bring her to her limits, but I didn’t want to go past them. The idea was to bring to life the fantasies of *both* of us. The problem with this blackmail thing is that we couldn’t really talk about it, or the fantasy was gone. Things had to happen spontaneously, but life was a bitch and was always in the way.