Filling up her panties on her boyfriend’s request!

I noticed this couple on reddit posting that they were looking for a guy to fill her panties with cum. Checking their account they seemed legit so I added them on snapchat and we started snapping back and forth, I was mostly chatting with her boyfriend but getting pictures and videos of her. He told me she was really shy and never done anything crazy or with another guy but that he was slowly turning her to the dark side. He talked about how for a first time maybe he would like for her to just meet a guy to fill her panties with cum so she could come back to him all sticky. Then eventually he started asking me when I was available, and finally set a date time and place.

I was meeting her in an underground parking lot. Her boyfriend told me to let her control everything and to not force anything on her or else she would hate it, which was fine with me. He told me that when she arrived she would get out of her truck and we would do this standing, me jerking off directly towards her lowered panties.

How my affair with my MIL Started [MF]

This part is rather long and not too juicy, but I feel I need to share how it all started. Probably the longest story I’ll write. It does get more hot in heavy, a lot of high risk wild sex. Just have to let you know where it all began.

So buckle in; this is a bit of a long intro to an affair that spanned a few years. This was in my previous marriage and I have since remarried. Just felt compelled to share my story.

I was in high school just turned 18, about to start my senior year. My family had decided to up and move to a new city, and I was left with the decision to try and find a place to stay to finish out my senior year,or move to a new town, new school, the works. One day I was out to lunch with my GF and her mom. Her mom Laura was a nice woman, small frame, maybe 130-140 lbs. Imagine Trinity from the Matrix, just without the leather and slicked back hair. She dressed with 80’s and 90’s style cues at that point. High wasted jeans, turtle necks.

Modeling Nude for Money in College, Part II

This is about second time I posed nude for the artists – for the background and story to date, please see the first part of this story ‘Modeling Nude for Money in College’.

I took the job because the money was good for a college kid – $15 an hour – and because there were only two prerequisites: A) I owned a bathrobe, and B) I was willing to take it off. I showed up for the afternoon class about ten minutes early, so there’d be time to change into the bathrobe. The professor – who was now my ‘mentor’ (described in the first story) – was busy dealing with a student. She looked up at me over her reading glasses and indicated the bathroom with a nod of her head. I went in, undressed, donned the robe and came out into the studio, already feeling self-conscious in that I was the only person there not wearing clothes of any kind, just the robe, totally naked underneath, in a room full of fully-dressed people.

40[F] professor spoiled me 22[M] for two years…

2011. The college year started differently for me. Having dropped out once, I knew I had to do well and stay focused on grades. And I tried my best. But there was one class I found myself more distracted than the rest. A kind of prep course students had to participate in.

I wasn’t particularly happy about the placement, but the professor… She was like no one I’d ever seen or met. Genuine, kind, and beautiful.

An Irish sweetheart, complete with a biting humor and intoxicating desire for life.

So the semester came and went. A few flirtations exchanged. A few long conversations after class and even some in her office. Nothing crossed a line. Until the last day.

As my young and oblivious classmates exited the room, I stayed for a chat as I had done many times. Except this time I got up the courage and asked her for a drink.

Stunned, and noticeably flattered, she accepted, knowing I was of age and that the conversation would not be dull at least. We laughed at the irony of it all. A professor and a (now) former student. Cliché to a disgusting degree. Yet we had established a good rapport, so we decided on a dive bar.

I’m a 45 yr old female Uber driver and I was ass-fucked by a rider [FM]

Hey Y’all,

It’s been too long. It’s not that I haven’t been having naughty fun. It’s just that I haven’t been sharing it with you except maybe on my Twitter. But today I had some fun I just had to share. It was the nasty, naughty type of fun that I love!

Since I live in Kirkland, WA I’ve started to pick up people from Paine Field a bit, as a way to get longer Uber rides. Most people are going to places like Kirkland and Bellevue so it makes for nice long rides as well as great tips.

Today was no different. I spent a bit of the day traveling back and forth to Paine Field in Everett. This afternoon I picked up a very handsome guy, tan, muscular looking, and a bit drunk from his flight back from Vegas. I was wearing an above the knee skirt and showing a little cleavage from a push up bra I had on. As soon as he got in my car he was very chatty and I laughed at all his jokes. He got to asking me about why I Uber and if guys hit on me because as he put it, “You’re a good looking woman.”

My turn to be caught [F]

When [I found out my parents had been making sex tapes](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/t2ms2b/caught_f/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share) those were images that probably damaged me, finding out about the things they had done shook me up a bit. It was straight from being horny to confused and a little upset from the moment I turned it off and put the DVD back in the box.

I’m well aware now that it was hypocrital of me where I was eager to watch other people do things like that but I became angry and felt betrayed that my parents would do something like that themselves. I mean just imagine you found out your own mother was being offered out or was offering herself, the talks about boys (or girls) and being careful was far more hypocrital than my anger and whilst I wasn’t thinking about it along those lines right then it is still true today.

I didn’t bring any of up it with them mainly because I didn’t want to have that conversation for many reasons, first there is the fact I immediately wanted to pretend they weren’t doing that and second I was convinced I was going to be in big trouble looking through their bedroom. There are a whole host of other reasons why I didn’t want to tell them I knew. All of these were building up for days after.

The impulsive encounter of a Bubble Butt [M/F]

Back when I was active by the Original username without the ‘*return of’* part, I posted some of the OC in various NSFW subs from a previous encounter, I was exchanging comments with certain people on these posts and some of them were sending chats and DMs.

Right then I saw a chat request from a username that indeed appeared to be of a woman. So I started up with a typo telling her

*” I am sorry my fingers often fuck up the typing thing”*

and as expected from a healthy brain, she replied,

*”Not a problem as far as they are good at the places they are supposed to be good at”.*

The texting kept going for a bit before she clearly expressed her desire to get playful that night. She also mentioned that it has to be a one-time thing with total anonymity and no photography/videography.

To which I replied,

*” It’s fine with me if it is comfortable for you, don’t worry I am not gonna creep you out by stalking/following, etc., etc., etc.”*

We fucked on my mother’s couch after a dinner cruise, and many times after [MF]

She was my first girlfriend out of college. She was sexually insatiable and had told me the number of guys she had fucked before me. To be honest, it turned me on. She was a challenge: I knew my relative lack of experience meant I would have to be at my best to please her. I was dating her for a month or so and we had fucked a couple of times already but nothing out of the ordinary when we had booked a “booze cruise” dinner party on one of those floating night clubs in the nearby city.

I took the train in to see her and upon arrival, I told her I was at the station, where she would meet me. I walked through the terminal and did a double take at a girl walking towards me. I didn’t recognize her but she appeared to know me. Wait a minute, was it…?

“Hey babe!” The girl exclaimed. I froze, examining the curves of the brunette approaching me. She was 5’6″ to my 6’2″ but I had never seen her like this before. Her makeup was beautifully done, her hair long, dark and straight and she wore a deep blue dress that hugged her curves swimmingly.

[MF] I (25M) went on a beach weekend with friends and fucked the hottest girl (23F) I’ve ever met

Last summer I rented a house for a weekend with a bunch of college friends, a mix of girls and guys. A few days before, one of the girls asks if she can invite her friend from high school (now 23) who was visiting her on short notice. Everyone was cool with that.

So the weekend comes and her friend, who I’m going to call Zoe, turns out to be a stone-cold 12/10 fox. She’s a Scandinavian-looking blonde with crystal blue eyes, elfin features, and a flat-out incredible body. She’s about 5’9”, with long, toned legs, a flat stomach, and a very full natural rack. (I later learned that she’d been a model in high school but put it on hold to focus on college.) And even though she’s drop-dead gorgeous, she’s shy and super-sweet, even a bit anxious around all of these new people.

A retelling of my journey through sexual discovery. [M]

This is a not-so-short retelling of how as I grew my self awareness and comfortability grew with me. I got to where I am now in a way some might find relatable, but not everyone will, and although I’m genuinely happy where I am I hope YOU take the time and proper steps to grow in your own way to become who you really are. And with that:

Since I started watching porn, at around 11, I was always looking at the girl and then my focus would wander over to the guy… and his dick… and how good it looked sliding in and out of her. For a long time it made me “scared” but more like, “I like it, looking at it at least but don’t know what to feel about the fact that I did.”

And ofc, I’m a middle school boy, and it’s porn. All my friends were watching porn and it was even something we did together once (story for another time). But obviously, I didn’t really want to talk about it with my family and all my friends ever said about porn was about the women. So I never said anything for a long time and eventually it just, sorta, fizzled away into something that happened here and there, but was quickly and without thought, suppressed.