Tinder Encounters of the Slut Kind (long) Her side of the story….[m/f] | 2016

Swipe left, left, left, oh, he’s cute, I read the profile of “Roger”. X Rated and explicit of what he wanted and what she was. I was appalled, yet something made me curious… Is he for real or is this a joke, for the humorous girls, who can take a joke? Subconsciously…..I swiped right. Matched.

I immediately questioned if it was a joke or serious, apparently it was both. The conversation quickly became intense. Sitting at work, my panties became wet as he described what he wanted to do to me.

It was explicit, dirty and somehow sensual. He asked what I am into, I responded, gym, hanging out with friends, happy hour…..my responses frustrated him. He listed a slew of sexual fantasies. Left nothing out, it made me feel free and comfortable to be completely honest.

I then shared what I wanted. I want to be with two men.

He responded: “Giving a slut a through fucking with another guy is on my list”

I needed to make one thing clear with this scenario; there will be absolutely no anal. Nothing. Never. Ever. Not a chance.

Why?

1.) It will hurt.

2.) “Gross, what about the poo? Like, wouldn’t it get poo on it and then while we are having sex it would smell like poo? Ick”

Although this was text and we had to meet, I could see a side smile, rolling of the eyes, shaking of the head and a “whatever” type of “Fine”. (I am very familiar with this look)

We tortured each other for the next few days, finally making a plan to grab a beer. The workday was miserable.

*Side note…I made it clear prior to meeting that nothing was to be assumed or expected and that despite our highly suggestive banter and proposals, we were merely meeting to for drinks and chat.

I got to the bar first. I texted him that I was the cute girl in the corner with the tight red dress on. He knew from conversations throughout the day what was under that red dress was a black lace thong and matching bra.

I waited in the corner with me beer. Several guys walked in and looked at me, I crossed my fingers that it wasn’t him. Waiting, he walked in. Our eyes met. He was immediately captivated by my smile.

We exchanged pleasantries. I was quite nervous and began rambling on about my phone and new iOs8 or whatever it is. After a few more beers, he looked me in the eye and said, “Shut up and describe to me the details of being with two men.” I took a deep breath, a swig of beer and bolted out the door for a cigarette. On my return, I begin explaining. Vague at first, but he demanded more. I leaned in and whispered in his ear, not what he wanted to hear, but what I wanted him to do to me. He demanded more details. The more I spoke, the more I got lost in the vivid picture I had painted in my head…….

I am gently, but securely tied down. Each one caresses my body. Every inch of my body. With their hands, lips and tongues. My body is their temple and they will worship it. My nipples are hard, my pussy is dripping. One teases me with his tongue and lips, licking my sweet wetness. The other, teasing me with limited licks of the head of his cock. He gives into my pleas and lets me take it deep in my mouth…….

With every detail I divulged, I could see the bulge in Roger’s pants grow bigger. He leaned into kiss me and I reached down to feel his cock, I leaned back, trailing my hand from his pants, on my leg, between my legs and moving my dress to expose my panties.

Skipping ahead (eh, parts get a little foggy)…..

We (I may have demanded) decided we should be responsible and not drive. So we got a hotel room.

Upon entering, I was demanded to remove my dress. I wanted to make out. No, I was ordered to remove my dress. I slowly unzipped it and let it fall to the floor. I stepped out. Standing there in black panties, bra and heels on, I went to give him a kiss and he told me to get on my knees. Mmmm I had been thinking about putting my mouth on his cock since that first touch in the bar. I unzipped his pants and pulled them down. No teasing, I took the whole thing deep in my mouth. I could feel my pussy drip.

I was eventually picked up and tossed on the bed; somehow, completely naked.

He leaned over me, kissing my lips, my neck; down to my chest and belly…I squirmed and grabbed his head to kiss my lips. He did not like this. He jumped up, found his belt and secured my hands behind my head. This made me grow wetter. He touched, kissed and licked every inch of my body except the parts that craved it the most. Occasionally he would stick his cock in my mouth. Probably to shut me up or double check my restraints since I kept wiggling free.

What seemed like hours of pleasurable torture, he gave in to my pleas. He made his way down my belly and over my hips. Licking around my lips, flicking my clit. Over and over. Slowly, he finally inserted one finger into me, still licking me. Slowly, in and out. He grazed his tongue over my ass. A little at first and then more. I was not curious. I wanted it. My subtle cue “Yes” did not suffice. He made me beg. Over and over. Slowly and gently, it was a fullness I never expected would feel so amazing. My body trembled. I squirmed free. He stopped what he was doing, leaned up over me, his hard cock grazing my stomach. My mouth craved it. I begged for it. He tightened the belt around my wrists and ordered me to SHUT UP and STOP MOVING.

I begged him to fuck me. He looked me in the eye as he tightened the belt. NOT YET. He kissed me. He went down and licked my clit again. He stood up and rubbed my pussy with the head of his cock, slowly and strategically. I pulsated. He stopped and shoved it in my mouth again. Finally, he thrust himself in me. My body quivered. We continued this little game until neither of could hand it. He let me cum. Finally. I had his cock in my mouth and I had my release. I laid there, numb. He is not done. He entered me again. My body convulsed, like an aftershock. All the way in, filling me, then all the way. He could not take it anymore. He exploded all over my tits.

We napped and played through the night, what was left of it anyway and into the morning.

Side Note and no offense to my readers…I was NOT consulted for my pseudo name of “Amy”. Therefore, he gets a name of “Roger”. He was not consulted. Again, no offense to the Amys and Rogers out there. J

Roger, I have fulfilled your request. Is my pussy still in time out? May I cum now?