My tinder date turned public ass beating turned primal fucking. [m/f]

I recently received a request to tell the story of this guy, the [Tinder date turned intense spanking] (http://imgur.com/a/tVfw3), so I’m here to oblige.

After losing my virginity, I continued to use the newly discovered “power” of dating sites and apps. I had several other dates, hookups, even garnered a few fuckbuddies before I joined Fetlife, due to my desire to expand my submissive sexuality.

After a few weeks, though, I realized that there weren’t a lot of people in my area of the world and even fewer I wanted to have sex with. Until, that is, [Matt messaged me] (http://imgur.com/a/JgQrD). He was from the UK, but apparently in town visiting family for the holidays… with his sub. This initially scared me because I was afraid he might not be able to “go all the way” with me, but I decided to remain open-minded. His picture was pretty cute after all. We exchanged a few messages and finally agreed to met up- the three of us- at a local café.

I got ready that night following a routine that first saw its fruition when I lost my virginity, a year ago at this point. I shaved my pussy, put on a pair of black lacy panties and pulled a pair of fishnet tights over them. I decided to forgo wearing a bra altogether, because I wanted to see if my nipple piercings would poke through the fabric of my tight black long-sleeved shirt. To complete my punkish look, I added a short black skirt, a leather jacket and some combat boots. It was chilly out, but I didn’t mind because I liked the idea of my nipples being hard when I arrived at the date. I’d developed quite the flair for public naughtiness at this point.

I walked to the café we arranged to meet at with my heart pounding. I still have that now- the anticipation, the nervousness of meeting someone new, knowing the sexual intentions behind the meeting. It was a good sort of anxiety, though, as my senses felt heightened and I felt myself getting prematurely aroused.

I enter the café and was met with a small shock- I hadn’t realized we were going to a BDSM-scene café! There were pornos playing on screens around the room, cages under tables, whips on the walls… you name it. I was still taking it all in when a man in a table in the corner, sitting with a girl about my age, motioned to me. Matt. I smiled, gestured back and joined them.

Matt was handsome in a pristine sort of way- he had a styled undercut and clean-shaven face. He was tall and wore a freshly ironed white button up shirt, with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He had the air of a control freak- but I thought this was perfect for someone claiming to be a “Hedonistic Dom”. The girl with him, his sub, was slender, tall, with soft long locks of hair and a young face.

Going on a date with a couple was new to me, but I hit it off with them immediately and we chatted idly. I caught Matt’s girl eyeing my chest a few times, until she finally noticed I caught her.

“You know, I also want to get nipple piercings sometime! Yours are probably so cute!” I laughed and agreed that they were, and pulled out my phone to show her a picture. This cued a series of me and her exchanging more nudes of each other, including pictures of my past hook-ups and her sex sessions with Matt. I was growing antsy at this point, wondering if Matt would do some of the same things he’d done to her, like spank my ass black and blue. I felt the wetness pooling in my panties.

At one point, Matt interrupted us. “There’s a fun room in the back, you know. My girl and I have been thinking about trying some of the gear here… you’re free to watch if you want.”

Oh, you can bet I wanted to watch.

My heart started pounding again because I didn’t know what was to come as we headed to the “fun room” in the back of the café. The room had what I’d describe as massage tables, a large cage, a cross with shackles, a chair meant for gynecological examination topped off with a large selection of whips, canes, paddles, and floggers.

Matt inspected the room and selected a few tools for himself. I felt myself insatiably curious as to what was about to happen.

He strode over to his girl and kissed her gently with a hand around her throat. “Get undressed,” he ordered firmly. The girl obliged readily, leaving on only her panties and bra. Matt let her to one of the massage tables, and pushed her down onto it, leaving her bent over with her ass covered only by a small swatch of lace.

He began massaging and kneading her ass, which had an obvious effect on the girl. She was squirming and whimpering softly when- BAM- his hand came down on her ass full force. The clap reverberated around the room, along with the girl’s startled squeal. I felt myself growing more and more excited.

“That was so mean…” she muttered in a cute, pouty voice.

“I’m just getting warmed up,” Matt chuckled. I was curious what that meant and what was to happen to the poor- or lucky- girl.

He reached for the paddle among his series of chosen tools, and began to, gently at first, tap the girl’s ass really quickly. The pressure increased apparently, because she soon began squirming again and whimpering softly.

BAM- he hit her with full force and she yelped loudly. This didn’t faze him, though- no, if anything, the mischievous smile on his face told me he was getting a thrill out of making her whimper and squirm with pain. He began spanking her steadily, with firm force, eliciting a squeal from her each time… squeals that seemed to turn more into moans with each thud on her ass.

She was out of breath, her ass a vibrant shade of red, when Matt finally stopped. At this point I was of course engrossed in the scene, wondering how pleasurable this level of pain could be for the girl. I’d never been spanked, at least nothing beyond the occasional ass clap during doggy style, so I had no idea, but the way this girl was quivering when she raised herself off the table, and the string of moisture sticking to one of her thighs told me it must have been good…

“Do you want to try next?” Matt asked me suddenly. I was startled by the question and started stammering.

“You can play with Matt anytime you want, by the way,” the girl added, winking at me. Again, I was stunned, but this time I managed to nod.

“I’ve never done anything like this, but I’d like to try,” I replied honestly. Matt smiled warmly.

“Oh, I’ll be gentle,” he assured me. I had a feeling our definitions of “gentle” differed greatly, but I was more than ready to experience the thrill of a public spanking if it meant getting even more horny.

I was smiling, but my pulse quickened. I decided to leave on what I was wearing, because the club didn’t allow full nudity, and my ass was already accessible through the sheer lace of my panties and my fishnet stockings.

I leaned over the table, buried my face in the crook of my arm, and waited.

“Ready?” Matt asked me, and I whimpered that I was. He gingerly lifted my skirt and placed it over my back. He began kneading my ass, as he’d done with the girl before, and I felt the warmth radiating from my pussy. If this continued, I’d have to take up his girl’s offer to “play with him” *really* soon.

Suddenly, he removed his hand and brought it down full force against my waiting ass. “Mmph!” I cried out, surprised by the sudden stinging sensation.

“Everything good?” he asked me, his voice reassuring through the warm heat of pain radiating from my ass cheeks.

“Yes,” I felt myself mumbling through the crook in my arm. Yes? Did I really want him to continue abusing my ass? I didn’t understand my feelings then, but I knew I wanted him to keep going based on the pulsating feeling between my legs.

“Excellent.” He slapped my ass again and I jumped, but he was gone, selecting another tool. “I’d really like to see how well you can handle a carpet beater. I’ve been looking at it all night, but I know it’s too much for my girl. You, on the other hand…”

My heart was pounding in my ears. What did that mean? Did he think I could handle more than his submissive slave?!

He rubbed my ass with the cool wooden head of the carpet beater. I started to sweat with anticipation and my hands felt numb. He tapped me lightly, as he’d done with the other girl, quickening the pace and intensity slowly. Soon, the small taps turning into stinging claps. I began to squirm as the girl had done before me.

Matt stopped briefly and leaned down close to my ear.

“It hurts, doesn’t it? But I bet you love it.”

I swallowed and nodded. I didn’t know why, but there was something wonderful, freeing and insanely hot about having my skirt over my body while my ass was free and exposed to be used as he pleased.

“Good girl.”

With those magic words I spread my legs, further exposing myself to his will. I heard him chuckle.

He resumed tapping my ass, interrupting periodically to hit it full-force. With each of these blows, I squealed, obviously in pain, but enjoying the heat spreading over my sore ass and aching pussy. He hadn’t been hitting me there, but the idea of his total power over me while I was exposed and helpless was a powerful catalyst for my desire.

“Three more big ones,” he told me, momentarily stopping his rhythm to ready the carpet beater.

Thwack.

Thwack.

THWACK. I was whimpering, squirming and crying softly at this point, overwhelmed by the pain and the rush of being hit, full-force, with a wooden carpet beater.

“Good girl,” he said again and I felt myself melt. He pulled my skirt down and helped me up. I wiped my face and laughed. “That was.…intense,” I managed, breathless.

He kissed me sweetly, plainly, right in front of his girl, who didn’t seem to mind or notice much. I was in almost in shock from all the input I’d received- the intense beating, the way it made me feel free and horny at all once, and the way this girl was acting so casually while her boyfriend beat and kissed me. It was a glorious buzz.

“So, I’ll text you about tomorrow,” he told me. I liked his presumption that I would meet with him because he was absolutely right: the considerable ache in my pussy and the wetness leeching through my panties meant I had to.

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The next day, Matt came over for coffee. We chatted idly about nothing in particular and he remained chaste for what felt like ages. I’d invited him over almost immediately upon getting back to my apartment the previous night. I simply needed him to fuck me. Here he was, though, not making any moves, and here I was, too shy, polite, submissive?- to make any of my own. I was squirming impatiently in my seat as we talked, still sensitive in two places from last night. The beating left me bruised and painfully wet.

I got up to get something from the kitchen. He joined me, and we chatted further about our lives; I’d almost given up the prospect that we’d do anything after all today, when he suddenly stepped towards me, put a hand on my neck and pressed me to the wall. “Do you trust me?” he inquired, staring into my eyes with intensity. I nodded.

“Mistake,” he replied, closing our conversation with a kiss. That one word was probably responsible for the soft moan I exhaled into his mouth.

He kissed me, like he was devouring me, and fiercely bit my lower lip. I whimpered, surprised by the pain, but this only seemed to animate him into biting me with equal force on my neck. I was in heaven, already bucking my hips towards him and grinding against him. It was amazing to feel like I was being devoured hungrily by someone twice my size and full of testosterone.

Suddenly, he broke the kiss and stepped back. He motioned for me to join him on the soft in the adjacent room. He took a seat and I was about to sit down next to him when he said, “Did I tell you you could sit?”

“Oh, no…” I started. He cocked his eyebrow at me .

“That’s ‘no sir’ from now on.” I nodded eagerly in agreement.

“Do you agree?”

“Yes… sir.”

“Good girl,” he almost purred. The lusty, animalistic part of my brain went wild every time he used those words of praise. “Now get undressed.”

“Everything, sir?” I inquired, wondering if there would be foreplay.

“Everything.”

I readily obliged, peeling my light dress off over my head. I was standing in just a pair of pale pink panties and a matching bra. I bent my arms back to undo the clasp on my bra and let it fall off my shoulders and to the ground. My nipples were already hardening around my piercings from the exposure. Matt’s eyes roamed my body intensely as I stepped out of my panties, pulling a long string of grool with them as they also dropped to the floor. I felt exposed and a little scared of the looming predator before me, but even more excited to find out what would happen next.

“Come here,” Matt ordered.

I smiled and stepped towards him. His face was in line with my chest. He began kissing my chest, softly tracing his tongue under my breasts and around my nipples. One of his hands found my left nipple and he began squeezing it gently while sucking on the other. I let out soft moans, squirming before him. My nipples are insanely sensitive, especially since I had them pierced.

He squeezed my nipple harder and harder, until the pleasure started to mix with pain. He bit my other nipple to match and I began to whine.

“Please sir,” I pleaded, hot pain radiating across my breasts, “It hurts!”

He released my nipple from his mouth and removed his hand- instant relief.

“Oh? It hurts?” He traced a finger across my hips and to my pussy. He pushed his finger between my lips, toiling around in my wetness. “But you seem to be enjoying yourself.”

“Heh,” I chucked, blushing a bit from embarrassment.

“Because you’re a slut,” he stated matter-of-factly. “Aren’t you?”

I smiled and nodded, not ashamed to be branded as such. If my intense, almost insatiable lust made me a slut, then I was definitely a slut.

“Get down on your knees,” he ordered.

I did as I was told and knelt before him. He began to unbuckle his pants and wiggled out of them partially. He put his hands in his boxers and pulled out his dick, which was thick and curved upwards. I felt my heart race at the prospect of sucking and impaling myself upon his massive cock.

He roughly grabbed me by my hair and forced my face towards his dick. I open my mouth eagerly and stuck out my tongue, more than eager to taste him. I began licking his dick gently, taking time to savor his taste and tease him, as I love doing to guys.

This didn’t amuse him, though, or maybe it did and the next part amused him more, because he went from gently stroking my hair to grabbing it again, full-force, and forcing his cock between my lips and into my mouth.

I gagged instinctively, but kept him there until I could start bobbing my head up and down. I didn’t have to do that for long, though, because he started thrusting his hips and fucking my face. I kept gagging, but this didn’t seem to faze him. If anything, looking up at his face, he was deriving glee from it. Tears were pooling in the corners of my eyes, but I didn’t ask him to stop… because I didn’t want to. It was unpleasant, getting roughly face-fucked, but it gave me a certain pleasure, too, being used like this for Matt’s carnal desires.

As my face was growing more and more messed up by tears and spit, Matt grabbed my hair and pulled my mouth from his cock to his lips. He kissed me eagerly and I struggled to catch my breath.

“Now lay across my lap.”

My head buzzed and my face was probably flushed red, but I again did as I was told and crawled across his lap. His dick pressed against my side.

He began massaging my ass as he had done at the café, and I moaned at the welcome, wonderful feeling. Of course, this pleasure didn’t last, because he suddenly removed his hand and slapped my ass with all his might. I yelped and tried to squirm, but he held my arms tightly against my back. He continued spanking me steadily, dialing up the intensity ever-so-gradually until I found myself begging him to stop.

“Hm,” he mused, sliding a finger between my legs and into my pussy. “Are you sure about that?” He continued spanking me and my ass burned- as did my pussy, which was still soaking wet and hungry.

He finally stopped and told me to get up. I climbed off his lap and wiped my face, which probably looked like a terrible mess at this point.

“Turn around and get on all fours- there,” he said, pointing to the couch. I obeyed instantly, so eager to get fucked that I didn’t consider the alternative- that he would take off his belt and use it as a weapon- but that he did. I heard him fumbling with the buckle and my heart-race quickened.

He gently stroked my ass with the belt and I flinched at the gentle tickling. He removed the belt quickly and I held my breath in anticipation… THWACK. My ass screamed in pain, and I gritted my teeth.

“Do you think you can handle ten of these?” I wasn’t sure I could, but I said yes, so willing to seem like a good little slut for Matt.

“Count them down.” He began hitting me steadily as I squeaked forth numbers. Each strike was worst than the last, but I relished the rush and my entire body felt alive with heat.

“Ten,” I managed, breathless, and he ceased whipping me.

“Good girl,” he said. I wagged my ass in his direction, and he laughed, patting me gently. My ass felt insanely tender to his touch.

Finally, I heard him shuffling behind me, and felt him put his hands on my pussy. Finally! He began massaging my clit in a circular motion and I moaned with relief. He slid a finger inside me and I arched my back towards him. He fucked me slowly before adding another and I thrust myself towards his fingers, so glad to finally fucked, even if it wasn’t his dick – yet. He quickened the pace and began finger-fucking me full force and deliberation, until I felt a gush of moisture splatter across my thighs and onto the couch.

“You really are a little slut,” Matt commented and I turned around to smile at him. I am quite the squirter under the right circumstances.

He returned my smile and reach down to pull out his dick and put on a condom. It was still hard as a rock, pointing up at the sky, and I almost salivated when I saw it again. He lined himself up with my ass and slid it in with ease, considering how wet I was.

He fucked me brutally, sparing no time in slamming his dick inside me. I reeled with pleasure and moaned into the couch as he did so. He grabbed my hair and pulled my face up from the cushions and I almost wailed as he kept fucking me, overwhelmed by pleasure. I snaked one hand between my legs and began massaging my clit as he kept going, knowing that I would soon hit my peak if he continued.

Matt released my hair and allowed me to drop back to the couch. He didn’t leave me to concentrate, though; while I was enveloped by pleasure, I felt something kneading my asshole. Matt’s thumb. He rubbed it until it was slick with the juice from my pussy, then slid his finger inside. As I really enjoy anal, this finally put me over the edge. I couldn’t take it anymore and my legs began quivering as I came on his cock. I let out a muffled gasp of relief. Matt kept slamming into me as I went limp, fucking me with his cock and his thumb all at once. Finally, I also heard him grunt and thrust a few more times into me. He pulled out, and took off the condom.

He sighed and gave my ass a pat. “Good girl.”

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Let me know if you want part two!

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/4m4a90/my_tinder_date_turned_public_ass_beating_turned