[MF] A True Tinderella | 2016

I didn’t know what to expect at first, she only had two or three pictures on her profile and they all left a lot to the imagination, but I could tell she had potential to be very attractive, and that she was fun and playful. I had no idea how right I was.

Our conversation on Tinder started out normal enough, small talk and getting to know one another. I’m not sure if it was one of her often-used lines with guys, but I was struck when she asked me, “What else do you do you do with that model-esque façade?” She lived with her parents clear on the other side of town and asked just how well I hid people from my roommates when I brought them over. Needless to say, she had some good intentions.

Our conversations went in and out, never firming up plans of any sort since she lived so far away and her work schedule was so nuts. Finally, one day I was studying at a coffee shop and we start to talk. It was simple flirting at first, but things got dirty fast, and I finally raise the stakes. “Do you shave?” “I do.” “Good, because I’d love to eat you out.” “Oh yeah? Well, I’d love to suck you off.”

I’m not normally one to get hard from anything besides physical contact, but I was getting really worked up. My most recent ex at the time couldn’t swallow for the life of her, so the idea of someone I hadn’t yet met being willing to suck my dick to completion drove me wild.

She happened to be watching her cousin’s house not too far from me, it was on. I resolved to bring a six pack and see what happens. I looked like complete shit since a solo study session was not meant to end up being a booty call, so I informed her as much haha.

I pull up to the house at about 4 pm, it has an adorable vintage Volvo out front and a very traditional, old-school desert home. I can’t remember if I had to knock on the door or if she was waiting for me as I walked up, but I was plenty nervous either way. I had purchased some condoms with the beer but left them in the car for the time being, and would go fetch them if I felt the need to use them, or if she did. Like I said, I had no idea what to expect from this girl. Of the two pictures I remember of her profile, one was a group picture and the other one of her in a dress looking cute enough, petite brunette with a decent figure, fair skin, and a not very photogenic smile. It was hard to tell who she was in the group picture. I was in love at first sight with the girl that opened the door for me at this house. She was indeed petite with an amazing figure; soft, milky fair skin with brown eyes that were a perfect almond shape, and gorgeous long, wavy auburn-brown hair that went down to her waist of her 5’2’’ frame. She was in a spaghetti-strap tank that showed off her fit body, perky, B cup tits, and she was wearing loose sweatpants that her big juicy ass still found a way to fill out. She was also one of the most bubbly and charming girls I have even met, to this day. I had my hands full with the beer, but we go through the normal pleasantries of when you first meet someone but the enthusiasm we both had was really exciting. I asked to put the beers in the fridge, and make damn sure to finally hug her once I get rid of them. I’m only 6’ tall but she energetically comments “You’re so tall!” as I bend down and wrap my arms around her. We sat down and start conversing, at one point she wants to go outside to smoke and I help myself to shooting hoops on the basket in the back. We tell each other our life stories, as we sip the Pretzel Shock Top I got, which I was obsessed with at the time. She had an amazing life story, interesting job, and wonderful personality; I could not have been more smitten with this girl. I was plenty happy making conversation when she finally had enough. In the most pleasant but eager voice she asks me, “So are we gonna hook up or…?”

I didn’t need her to tell me twice. We had been well apart from one another on this huge sectional in the living room, and she barely had finished the sentence before I slide next to her and put my lips on hers. She tasted like cigarettes but with this girl I could not have cared less, and the taste wore off quickly. With so much skin exposed from her tank, I kissed down her neck and chest, and even pulled it down to suck on her tits. I had enough, and got on my knees as she stayed on the couch. I slid off her sweats and it turned me on to she wasn’t wearing panties, and ran my tongue along the lips of her pussy. She was a photo-finish of the first or second best pussy I’ve tasted in my life. Sweet, salty, wet and fleshy. Like honey and pineapple between the legs of a gorgeous girl. I can’t even remember how she reacted and I don’t care, I could have suffocated myself on her. As I always do, I focused primarily on her clit, licking it up and down rhythmically and diligently. I did not know at the time, but she came from my oral, and we eventually switch places, me sitting on the couch, her on her knees, in between my legs. She sucks my head and licks my shaft, and without breaking eye contact, starts enthusiastically sucking on my balls. The whole experience was surreal, being able to hook up with this gorgeous girl and her being such a freak. I quickly felt way too spoiled and way too turned on, I had to be inside her.

I’m not going to pretend to remember how we began to fuck, but I know we started missionary on the floor, it was just as amazing as everything else. At one point, I knew I was about to cum, and tried to pull out, but she was way too sexy to fully slam on the brakes. I put my right hand underneath my pulsing cock just in time for one rope of my cum to drip out onto my index and ring finger. I instinctively brought those fingers to her mouth and she cleaned them without hesitation.

We took a bit of a breather, and eventually she found her way on top of me, reverse cowgirl. She had said she was a dancer in high school, and she had the figure of it. Her ass was perfectly round and juicy, and with how much I love reverse cowgirl, I was in heaven. I felt my orgasm build. We both were comfortable not using condoms with one another, so we had been bareback the entire time, and as I know I’m about to cum, I playfully ask her if she’s sure she’s on birth control. As she’s riding and working my cock, like a pro, in the most adorable and dirty way, she puts her arm behind me and extends her pinky to “pinky swear”, as soon as I gripped it with mine I was pumping her full of my cum, my orgasm rolled over me as she milked my cock with her juicy pussy.

And we weren’t just done yet, we we’re soon fucking doggy, and even though everything was amazing up until this point, I wanted to hammer this girl’s pussy. I grab her hips and slowly start escalating my pace. Her gorgeous ass is bouncing with every thrust and she begins to moan. I pick up my pace to the point I am just angry-fucking her, using all the length of my fat, seven-inch cock, and giving it to her as hard and fast as I can. As I do, her moans stop sounding pleasurable and start sounding more animalistic. She’s not telling me to stop, but clearly she feels like she is getting the shit fucked out of her, and it couldn’t be more obvious. My orgasm approaches, and I keep my pace up. When I finally cum, it’s so intense, a tinge of pain goes up my shaft, as if I came so hard my cock couldn’t handle it, it was nothing but amazing, though. I keep pumping myself into her cunt, until I have nothing left to give, and collapse onto the thick carpet.

We eventually got our clothes back on and she wanted another cigarette. As she was smoking she told me she came four times total throughout the night, and my cock also bottomed out in her pussy a few times. It was fun to be big enough to do the latter but I was relieved to make her cum four times over despite what pain bottoming out causes. She said I was pretty talented, I responded with a “Well thank you very much”, as I pulled her into me. I was sitting on the back steps of the door as she stood over me, and I softly kissed her stomach and hips. She said she would be very interested in doing something similar in the future, but I left, and our texts slowly died down. I would have loved to date this girl, but as it is, she is seeing someone else, last I checked, and it doesn’t seem that it was meant to be. But I’ll be damned, she was a dream come true for our one evening together and I couldn’t be more grateful for it.