So last week, there was a guy at the bar where I work who was meeting some kind of business partner or something. (Both older guys with white dress shirts and sport jackets, I just assume they’re all Important Business People.) They had papers and pens and stuff all over the booth, and I just came over occasionally to see if they wanted anything. Eventually one guy left and the first guy settled up the tab. I’d noticed him checking me out all afternoon, but that wasn’t anything remarkable.
When I was running his card he asked “Hey honey, what’s your name?”
I told him, and he gave me another very obvious up-and-down. I didn’t mind – he’s tall, hair is going silver, very handsome. “So what do I have to do to get your number?”
I swear, I blushed. When I gave him his receipt, I wrote my number on it. What can I say, I’m a pleaser.
He texts the next day and asks if he can see me again. There’s a wine bar nearby with a nice patio. I said sure. Then he texted and said, “I liked the pigtails. You should wear your hair like that more often.”
(Aside, I actually posted something about how I feel when I wear my hair up in braided pigtails over the weekend. Welp, this is what inspired that…)
So obviously it was SUPER presumptuous of him but like… I was also into it? A handsome older man giving me orders? Um, yes daddy.
Fast forward, we’re at the wine bar roof patio. I wore a nice skirt, with a pretty skimpy top made appropriate with a jacket, cute heels. Pigtails like he asked, of course. I’m two glasses of rose in and feeling gooooood. Robert (his name) is super charming, funny, still very handsome. Tells me about his business and where he’s been and stuff.
He’s also MARRIED – he didn’t even bother taking off his ring. Asked me straight up, is that a problem? And I was like… as far as I’m concerned, that’s your business, just don’t get me involved in it.
After about two hours he has to go. He pulls me into the alleyway next to the wine bar and I make out with him for a while. Sucking on his tongue while he slips a hand under my skirt to fondle my bare ass cheek. I was NOT expecting it when he then slipped a finger into my thong and ran it across my (extremely wet) lips.
“Shaved? Good girl. I like that.”
I said the only thing I could think of. “Thanks daddy.”
I swear I would’ve done anything with him right there but he had to go. He said he’d see me soon.
So… next time, I’m going to pounce on Robert’s cock the first chance I get. He can do pretty much anything he wants to me. I hope he likes spanking.
Tag: Straight
A mother-in-law’s unexpected journey Part two [M4F]
Bernie had six of a family in total. All scattered across the country with lives of their own. Sean, Mary and Sorcha were in Dublin and Siobhan in Donegal. Sean had left years ago after his first posting in Dublin as a garda, got married and had two sons. He’d stayed in the capital with the job but moved to the usual commuter belt village in Kildare. Mary was a midwife in the Rotunda maternity hospital with many years experience and Sorcha was a national school teacher out in Swords. Mary was married to Seamus and Sorcha to Liam. Both were good husbands to her daughters as was Clare a good wife to Sean. The youngest girl Siobhan was in Letterkenny working in one of the local banks and engaged to Eoin, the son of a wealthy Donegal contractor who worked every hour God sent.
The phone rang. Bernie snapped out of her daydream and went over to the sideboard in the hall. Them sideboards every Irish house had with the family photos on top of. It was Niamh. She sounded a bit off. Bernie listened as Niamh explained she had to go into the rehabilitation unit up in Dublin for some intense physio. They weren’t happy with the progress she was making and would be keeping her there for the full week. Niamh worried about Padraig, while handy about the house, he couldn’t boil a spud or make a dinner. Bernie would keep him dinner everyday. I’m away in the morning first thing. Padraig and her were leaving first thing so she’d talk to her maybe tomorrow evening.
They reached Dublin at half nine and Niamh insisted he leave straight away. No point in hanging around here. There was no facilities in the rehab unit. Not even a vending machine. So after saying goodbye Padraig set off. On the way home he thought of Bernie. Yes Bernie, his mother in law. His wife’s mother. Thought of her in a certain way. Dressed in certain clothes and having an intimate encounter. Jesus he could feel his cock stir in his jeans. He stopped by with Bernie to give her the low down on how things were. When he got in she said do you fancy a cuppa and of course he said yes. Never refused the tae was his words. She was back to her granny type pinafore skirt thing today. That was enough to kill any man’s hard. Ah well, maybe he’d be better going home to wank off into a pair of Niamhs knickers.
Him and Bernie talked for a while. But they both seemed to sense something was, let’s say different. Again her eye’s never left his when they did talk. In a way she enjoyed the brush of his hand on her bum yesterday. It was a little exciting. They got onto the subject of yesterday by way of mentioning Joans funeral. Padraig got brave. He mentioned how well she looked yesterday. Bernie mentioned in what way. He couldn’t put his finger on it but said she just did. Padraig was a child of the seventies. He grew up with women dressing in a certain way. On tv, at home was American soaps and action shows filled with these strong women. Bernie sensed it was the trousers. She was right. Padraig loved the look of them and the feel of them. Now she knew what made him tick. Padraig got up and she was sure he adjusted his crotch. She felt guilty but could not help herself. I’ll be around in the tomorrow with a bit of dinner if that’s ok. He thanked her and left.
It was three o clock and Cahir was still sleeping. She cooked bacon ribs and cabbage for dinner. Bernie was in the bedroom deciding whether or not to change before she went around. She opened the drawers and pulled out a nice pink jumper and unhooked her black polyester trousers from Dunnes Stores of their hanger and got dressed. Jesus was she wise? Her sick daughter up in Dublin and here she was, flirting with her vulnerable husband. Ah sure it was harmless fun. Nothing was going to happen anyway. Once he opened the door she knew she had acquired a special power. A power only a strong woman could have over a weak man. Bacon and cabbage Padraig. Your favourite according to Niamh. It is Bernie. His eyes fixated on her body. Looking her up and down he was excited in more ways than one. She put the dinner down and said are ye not making tea? He wasn’t listening really. He just wanted a way to get close to her without being to obvious. He then acting like the predatory male decided to give her a hug to thank her for the dinner. She embraced him. As he hugged her he pulled away and let his hand slip all the way down her back and across her bum. It felt good through her trousers. They were tight around the bum and she felt everything. His hard pressed against her inner thigh. Jesus it felt good. He loved the feel of her in the tight trousers. They both new that there was no going back now. A line had been crossed. No point in not exploring each other. He went to the front door and placed the snip on. They both went up the stairs silent and excited. In some kind of despairing way as to not disrespect Niamh, they went into the spare room.
He closed the door. They both stood there. He then started to kiss Bernie. Jesus he wasn’t messing around. She felt his tongue in her mouth. His hands never left her bum. He stroked and rubbed and caressed it through her tight trousers. Fuck they felt sexy as fuck to touch. Her hole was nice and firm for a woman of her years. He unfastened the hooks and buttons on her trousers, then the zip and he felt them slide down her thighs. He then he placed his middle finger inside her wet fanny. She was fucking soaking. They got on the bed and she in turn took his jeans off. She put her hand on his cock. She could feel the heartbeat in it. Thick and veiny. Veins like plastic straws running all over it like a messed up road map. She wondered what it would taste like. But not now. Bernie wanted it inside her. Her only regret was her chewing gum grey cotton breifs. Fuck they were a passion killer. He yanked them off and whispered in her ear are you ready for this? She just nodded innocently. Then she felt it’s tip at the entrance. She tingled with excitement. Then without warning he pushed it in. Jesus it was sore. It hurt bad. Was he big or was she just tight? Either way it hurt. She told him to go easy so he duly obliged. She then relaxed as he went to town. Slowly deeply. Fuck it was good to feel a man again. To feel a hard cock. So it was a bit of a disappointment when Padraig face became contorted and he started to groan and then exclaim it’s coming. I’m going to cum and with that Bernie felt the hot cum shooting up her cunt. It was pleasurable but she had to admit it gave her more pleasure to know that she now had a certain power over Padraig. She knew his weakness and she loved it. What woman wouldn’t? The day’s ahead didn’t seem so dreary and boring now.
How [M]y Onlyfans and Porn Addiction lead to the most intense blowjob of my life.
Hi everyone, first time sharing a story on here and I’m not much of a writer but here it goes. A bit about me, I’m 23, tall, skinny, awkward and have no game or confidence with woman. Lost my virginity couple years ago in a one off encounter and been a dry spell every since. Fell down the Onlyfans rabbit hole and embarrassed to say how much I spent on subscriptions, eventually came to my senses and cut it back before I went into debt.
So anyway enough about the sob story that is my life and onto the main story, work has me on location. Originally a two week job but like everything recently it has turned into a two month plus job, of course they move me from the decent hotel to more budget friendly location. I wouldn’t call it the ghetto but it wasn’t far off, you had to have your wits about you but I’ve seen worse.
I (23f) snuck into the men’s locker room at my gym
It was 9:00pm when I walked through the entrance. I showed my membership card to reception and walked toward the women’s locker room. The gym closed at 12am and I knew of most of the regulars.
Most of us had attended classes together in the evening. They knew of me too, so I wasn’t worried about the moment they found me with my legs spread wide exposing my wet, tight pussy on the bench and a vibrator on my clit.
I’d contemplated this scenario long and hard (haha). I had my favorite powerful, pocket vibe in the side of my gym bag. I looked hot in the gym clothes I’d picked. A tight dark coral sports bra that pushed my 34C Breasts up and a pair of light coral leggings that accentuated my plump pussy lips and tight, full ass.
The idea itself had been hasty; an idea born from stuffing every one of my holes with some type of toy. I wanted it for real.
Hideout (m/f/etc)
Hideout is a little like the B-52s song,, “Loveshack”. Its also a little like a club I once went to along Beyers Naude road, which wastn called that, then – called “Hideout”. It’s a business persons fantasy. It isn’t in the forect like the Loveshack the B-52’s sang about. No, its smack bang in the middle of the city. Hidden in plain view in the suburbs.
It’s a large thatch house, with a wild overgrown garden. Its on a cul-de-sac, in a quiet suburb just outside of Randburg. Its just of of one of the main routes that people use to get to work in Johannesburg and Sandton.
The founder liked to go to strip clubs and see beautiful women naked. He wanted to be able to have breakfast and coffee delivered to him by a beautiful topless woman in the morning and he imagined that other men, and women felt the same.
It was also the beginning of the time of “hybrid” working where people could do their work at home, or at the office. And that – you see – created a delightful opportunity where your wife or husband wasn’t quite sure where you were and assumed you were at work and then the work people assumed you were at home. And where you were was – at Hideout. Totally plausible don’t you think !
Jane was only visiting [FFM]
By the time me and my wife got home we were already horny. We had a few glasses of wine with dinner and teased each other all the way hone in the car. When we got eventually home, I poured us another glass of wine, put on some music and headed for the couch to join her as she had already pulled her dress a bit down, exposing her boobs and pinching her nipples. She was doing it since we got in the apartment building and got in the elevator. It was pretty late and the chances of meeting someone on the way from the garage to our apartment were slim, but you never know. Seeing here flashing her boobs all the way to our apartment made me and her nipples so hard.
We had roughly half an hour until her friend Jane come by for a drink so we started kissing and caressing each other while we waiting. One thing led to the other and I ended up raising her sunny dress, that she had bought the same day, pulling her panties on the side and fingering her while she unbuttoned my shirt and kissing my nipples. A few minutes later she unbuttoned my pants and started stocking my dick over my underwear.
PARANORMAL UNDERGROUND SPIRIT SEEKERS: A WEEKEND AT ASMODAL INN: PART 2b [bdsm][submission][dominance][hardcore][gangbang][ff][fm][drugs and alcohol][ptsd][coping mechanism][control]
PARANORMAL UNDERGROUND SPIRIT SEEKERS
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CASE: A WEEKEND AT ASMODAL INN: PART 2b
PRE-NARRATIVE NOTES:
NOTE FROM PAUL (Author’s character, not my real name): I had to break night two into two parts to provide mercy for my dear readers, most of which are reading it one handed on their cell phone. I don’t want either of your hands to cramp and then your phone will fall into the toilet.
As something special for one of my readers, who is also a good friend IRL… Yes, I wrote you and your husband into this one.
NARRATIVE:
Lily stood in the basement and lowered the lights in the hallway to create a darker, more eerie atmosphere for the guests coming for this portion of the haunted tour. She hated being this far away from Joel and Kimmy but it was time to put on her big girl panties, or, maybe… take them off. She laughed silently at her own thought, she wasn’t wearing any. She slipped off the heavy, clunky, thigh high boots, she loved how her legs looked in them but they weighed as much as her legs themselves.
[MF] I acted like a stranger at a hotel pool and from a distance watched another man rub my wife’s body down.
One weekend recently my wife (F30) wore a thong bikini to a resort pool. She looked really hot!! I told her to not wear her ring, go find a pool chair and lay out. I would be at the bar from a distance watching. After about 30 mins a few fit guys walked by. I saw them staring at her and making some chat about her ass. One walked by her and tried making small talk. After flirting for a minute he ordered her a bucket of beers. Then my wife flirted a bit more making small talk. Then it got good when she asked him to please help rub sunscreen on her. He seemed excited. She sat up he got behind her rubbing down her back (getting a nice look straight down her bikini with her cleavage hanging out) and then she lied on the chair and he was rubbing the back of her legs. She whispered to him to please be discreet and rub her cheeks so they didn’t burn. He spent almost a full minute rubbing her ass. I was so turned on watching this. After he was done he went to go get more drinks and brag to his friends. I loved watching it happen!
Reconciliation [FMF]
My girlfriend, Anne, and I had broken up. But we kept running into each and the previous night we’d had a threesome with Anne’s friend Lindsay. It hadn’t finished the best possible way, as Lindsay had run out afterwards. She thought of herself as completely straight and had been shocked and horrified that she had an earth shattering orgasm on Anne’s tongue.
So, I was more than a little surprised when the girls came over to my house the next night. They brought some wine and some food and we set up a little picnic in front of the TV while we watched a movie. Very little was said.
When Lindsay went to find a bottle opener I asked Anne what the hell was going on.
“Lindsay and I talked. We decided that we have the potential to be really good friends and that we didn’t want last night to ruin it. But it was still awkward to hang out so we decided that, as the only person who knew what was going on, you could be a buffer.”
“Thanks a bunch.” I muttered. Lindsay came back just then and we finished the bottle in record time. I went to scrounge up some beer before the opening credits had even finished.
Reconciliation [FMF]
My girlfriend, Anne, and I had broken up. But we kept running into each and the [previous night we’d had a threesome with Anne’s friend Lindsay](https://old.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/rdo44t/breaking_up_fmf/). It hadn’t finished the best possible way, as Lindsay had run out afterwards. She thought of herself as completely straight and had been shocked and horrified that she had an earth shattering orgasm on Anne’s tongue.
So, I was more than a little surprised when the girls came over to my house the next night. They brought some wine and some food and we set up a little picnic in front of the TV while we watched a movie. Very little was said.
When Lindsay went to find a bottle opener I asked Anne what the hell was going on.
“Lindsay and I talked. We decided that we have the potential to be really good friends and that we didn’t want last night to ruin it. But it was still awkward to hang out so we decided that, as the only person who knew what was going on, you could be a buffer.”
“Thanks a bunch.” I muttered. Lindsay came back just then and we finished the bottle in record time. I went to scrounge up some beer before the opening credits had even finished.