[M]y [F]irst Tinder Hookup

*Brief intro description- I am a 23 year old white male, 6’3, 175lbs, no tattoos, thick wavy brown hair, green eye. This happened last year when I was still among the Bi-ocular. The lovely female participant of this story is a 19 year old beauty that well call N, mixed between Black and Asian (Korean i think). 5’1, short, shoulder length straight black hair, Maybe 110lbs soaking wet, thin but with amazing breasts and an ass to die for*

Ba-Ding

I glanced at my phone, swiping open the screen and smiling as the notification popped up

“N has Super Liked you!”

Now as literally the first time that had ever happened I was unsure how to proceed. The picture in the notification was enough to get my interest. My interest only increased as I looked over her profile, her pictures a combination of adorable and sexy that got my heart racing. Light brown skin, short, straight black hair pulled back into a ponytail, chocalate brown doe eyes, a wide, genuine smile that accentuated soft full lips. I was hooked.

She looked slim yet tantalizingly curvy, round, perky breasts pushing against her top, wide hips for her frame, a deliciously round ass squeezed into a pair of booty shorts in her last picture…

I was practically drooling as I hurriedly typed up a greeting but before I was halfway done, my phone buzzed in my hands.

“Well hey there handsome! ?”

My gut nearly fell out. My suave instincts kicked in and like a seasoned pro of the dating scene (im not) I fired back

“Well hey there yourself gorgeous ?”

Smooth. I know.

For some reason, she messaged back, commenting on one of the animals on my profile. A baby calf. Turns out shes an animal lover! Well ive got tons of them, bring on the baby animal pictures. Girls LOVE the babies. They’ve always been my secret weapon.

I finally look at the distance on her profile. 23 miles. What the FUCK?! I just hit the proverbial lottery. She attends college right across the river from me. Im not sure what deity of booty I pleased but ill resume the worship. lights a candle in the name of the Saint of Wingmen

Before long, numbers have been exchanged, Snapchats added and texts and pictures are flying. Over the next few days we talked nonstop, from morning till night we discussed everything we could think of. One night, about two weeks after we first began talking, I received several of her fresh from the shower, dancing happily around her apartment with the towel barely concealing firm tits that seemed far larger than her small frame should support. She ended the series of small clips with a video of her dropping the towel, obscuring the view of her body by tilting the camera up, blowing a kiss, winking and licking her lips. I sat back on my couch and shot her a text

“You’re killing me you know that?”

Within moments she’d replied
“Poor baby ;( what seems to be the problem???”

Followed by a picture of her soft, pouty lips, small pink tongue and some truly awe inspiring amounts of cleavage.

Now im not the most socially aware man on the planet. Ive missed cues, obvious hints, blatant invitations. But this may as well be a solid gold plated invitation delivered by a singing Strippergram. I haul my ass to the bathroom, strip down to a pair of shorts to showcase the only benefit of a life of farm work. Ive got a slim and pretty decently toned upper body, broad shoulders and a flat stomach (V-line FTW) along with a very visible erection straining to rip through the fabric and start carving diamonds. Snapping one picture where I subtly flex as much as possible (sorrynotsorry). I shuck off my shorts and snap a tasteful picture of a rare One eyed Mamba. Sending the first nets me a response of

“Mmmm damn ??? got something for me?

Which arrived just as I sent my second. Now as I imagine is the case for most men, the moments between sending a girl the first dick pic and her responding are STRESSFUL. Does she like it? Is that what she wanted? Am I getting blocked? Fuck blocked, is she posting this? Gaaaaaahhh….

Ba-Ding I pick my phone up, looking over the message. Its short and to the point. Her adresss, a picture of her sucking a pair of decidely sticky fingers and a brief message. “Damn daddy. Come over. Please?”

Thanking the various gods that I had already showered and shaved I still run through a quick man-whores bath, brush my teeth, throw on some clean clothes and set a land speed record across the twin bridges. (Bonus points if you can guess where those are)

Trying not to screech to a halt in front of her apartment I take a moment to compose myself. Not sweaty, hair looks presentable and I even smell good. Time to party.

Knocking on her door gently, I try my best to look casual as the door creaks open, the object of my hurried drive biting her lip as she peeks around the edge

“Well hey there gorgeous” I try to break the ice, absolutely sure shes as nervous as I am.

It works, thankfully. She flashes me a brilliant smile, her soft voice reaching my ears for the first time in person

“Well hey there yourself handsome”

I step in over the threshold and look down at her, both of us just realizing how much bigger I am than her. The top of her head barely reaches above my elbow and I could wrap my hands around her waist with room to spare. She presses a small hand to my chest, feeling my pounding heartbeat as I step forward, closing the door behind me. She’s changed clothes I notice, put on something especially for me. A tight fitting white top that squeezes her breasts together, hard nipples makimg it evident there’s no bra beneath. A skirt that barely reaches the middle of her thigh, the curve of her hips and was pushing against the fabric. “You came fast” She whispers as my hand goes around her back, bending my knees slightly to slide my other arm under her ass lifting her up and pressing her against me tightly. I cant help my smile

“Oops”

Her slim calves lock behind my waist as her arms go around my neck, our lips meeting for the first time. Its electric, chemical, animal. This is right. This needs to happen. She tastes like honey, like peaches, chocolate, grandmas fucking cookies. Shes delicious. Her tiny hand grips my hair, tangling and gripping as she pulls me into her mouth, our tongues intertwining. I could kiss her all night but we both need something more.

Running one hand up her back to her ponytail, I grip it hard, pulling her head back briefly and turning her head, kissing her neck and ear before whispering “Bedroom?”

She moans happily, clenching her legs around my waist and gripping my hair even tighter “Fuck the bed. My couch is right there”

Freeing my mouth for the required time to scan her apartment is torture, her soft lips, tongue and teeth assaulting my neck and collar with painfully sweet sensation. I locate the couch in question and carry her to it, my free hand mauling her round, soft ass, noticing the definite lack of underwear and the immense heat radiating from her drenched pussy. Collapsing backward onto the couch, I free my hands up to explore her body as we resume kissing. I trail the tip of my tongue along her jawbone to her throat and kiss and bite softly, reading her small moans of approval as I bite a little harder. “Mmmm fuck!” She gasps and grinds down on me, my erection quickly becoming soaked in her juices.

Jackpot. Gripping her ponytail I pull her head back, exposing her neck to my advances as I bite and suck more aggressively on the sensitive skin. Already hickies and small bruises are forming which i (like a gentleman) inform her. Her eyes flash and grabs my head in both hands, pulling me face first into her impressive cleavage

“Mark me the fuck up daddy! Fuck I wanna see them for da…mmmm”

She trails off as I continue my attentions, biting and kissing, sucking and licking on the ample tracts of land presented to me. Gripping her shirt at the base I pull it upward swiftly, her arms raising as I pull it over her head, freeing her fantastic breasts. Now im not sure what causes some tiny girls to grow these absolutely Perfect breasts but it is amazing and the world needs more of it

Her nipples are tiny, small nubs the color of chocolate with areaolas the size of dimes. Like little periods capping two gravity defying breasts easily the size of my head. Her hand on the back of my head pulls me in and I take one rock hard nipple into my mouth, tongue flickering over the sensitive nub while I knead and squeeze her other breast roughly. I take one tiny nipple between my teeth and give it a small nip, gauging her reaction as I slide one hand up her thigh, dipping below the fabric of her skirt. Her gasp and moan is all the approval I need but her whispered “Harder” Is welcome all the same

I switch between one nipple and the other as I slowly inch my hand towards her drenched pussy, the heat nearly scalding my hand as my fingers finally brush her lips. She jumps, looking down at me with her eyes glazed over, lust, excitement and.. Is that nervousness? I place one finger on her pussy and look at her questioningly “Yes?” I ask simply, my mouth aching to return to her breasts. She exhales, smiling softly “Please?” Her voice simultaneously melts my heart and almost makes me mess my pants but through some feat of self control I held the tide.

Exploring between her lips with one finger I come to a realization. She is fucking DRENCHED. Her juices are dripping down my finger like warm oil, the heat of her pussy warming my whole hand as I slide the tip of my finger against the hard bump of her clit. A gasp and a small jump is the response. Shes sensitive. I I gently rub her clit, flicking my finger against it as my tongue and lips ravage her breasts. She rolls her hips toward, pushing her opening towards my finger. I can take a hint. Slowly pressing my finger against the warm entrance to her pussy I come to a second realization. She is TIGHT. As my finger pushes inside her, her pussy squeezes it like a vice. Her moan of pleasure is music to my ears as I slowly curl my finger back, making that “come here” motion we all know and love. Her lips open in a small O and she moans beautifully, running her fingers through my hair, biting her lip and squeezing her thighs against me. Her look of outrage as I remove my finger immediately evaporates as I reintroduce it, with company. Her eyes open widely as her pussy is forced to stretch, both of my fingers gripped tightly by her walls. Her juices run freely down my hand as I slide my curled fingers in and out of her, the soft, wet noises acoompanied by her moans and gasps as I resume my attack on her nipples, cupping my palm to ensure her clit isn’t denied stimulation. I pick up the tempo as her nails dig into my shoulder and scalp, her pussy pulsing and clenching around my fingers, a gasping moan forcing its way between her lips as she buried her face in my neck, her legs quivering as she orgasms. I continue slowly sliding my fingers in and out of her as she comes down, leaning back and breathing heavily, eyes half lidded and lips slightly swollen

“Holy fuck I needed that”

I lay back against the couch, taking in the view in front of me. Half naked , hair mussed up, awe inspiring breasts, neck, upper chest and cleavage covered in various bites and hickies. Her skirt, pushed up against her hips offers the barest glimpse of her pussy, even post-orgasm puffy only the slightest hint of her inner lips poking out.

“Glad I could help” My voice gets a bit hoarse and raspy when im devastatingly aroused, like now and ive been told its pretty sexy. Her lip bite and subtle grind with her hips tells me she thinks so as well

“Well maybe I can return the favor?” She licks her lips as her burning hot pussy grinds against the bulge in my pants, my erection dying, begging for release. I grip her firm ass, digging my fingers into her soft cheeks and pressing her hips down with some more pressure, relishing the feeling of her puss grinding against me.

Her warm lips press against my neck, her tongue and hot breath bringing a shiver to my entire body as she nips the skin below my jaw. Her fingers slide under my t-shirt and tug insistently, I lean up, allowing her to pull my shirt up and off. Her fingers trail appreciatively across my chest and stomach as her kisses continue, small bites and licks trailing down my chest as she works her way down, sliding off my lap to rest on her knees between my legs. Her small hands run across my erection, My cock pulsing with my heartbeat, she leans forward, running her tongue across the throbbing outline in my pants. My hand instinctually goes to her hair, my hips lifting involuntarily to press my shaft against her lips.

She looks up at me slyly, biting her lip as her fingers deftly work my jeans button and zipper. I lift my hips slightly, pushing my jeans down a bit, my cock bouncing free and slapping against my stomach. Her eyes widen and she smiles happily, looking up at me, lips parted slightly as she wraps her fingers around me. I lay my head back in bliss, my body so sensitive from desire even that little contact feels amazing. Her fingers barely wrap around my dick, im not a especially big guy but I feel enormous with her. She bites her lip as she slowly strokes my shaft with both hands, her thumb grazing the head of my dick with every stroke “Youre bigger than my ex” She says softly, eyes locked on my erection, lips parted softly. She looks up at me, her eyes fixing me like lasers “Think I can fit you in my throat daddy?” She whispers.

Before I can even respond she opens her mouth, her warm breath washing over the head. I groan slightly as her tongue flicks over the head, swirling and coating it in her saliva as she pulls back, stroking the shaft with long,slow motions.

Licking from the base all the way up to the tip she takes me back into her mouth, pushing my cock as far into her mouth as it will go. Her lips seal tight around the shaft as her tongue slides along the underside of my cock. She pushes her head back and forth, attempting to work my cock into her throat but try as she might, a good third of my cock remains out of her mouth. My hand goes reflexively to the back of her head and pushes down, gripping her ponytail as she moans in appreciation, the vibrations from her throat feeling heavenly on my dick.

Now that’s a cue even I couldn’t miss.

Gripping her ponytail I push down on the back of her head, the head of my cock slipping into her throat as we both contribute to the job of getting her throat stuffed full of cock. She gags as I slip further in and I pull back briefly, a string of saliva stretching from her lips as she breathes heavily, looking up at me and stroking my dick with both hands.

“More.. Force it daddy” She moans lustfully, opening her mouth wide and sticking her tongue out as I get a firm grip on her hair. Pushing past her lips is heavenly, her tongue massaging the underside of my shaft as each inch disappears into her mouth. As the head of my cock presses against her throat she gags again but as I slow she shakes her head, grabbing my free hand and putting it on the back of her head, pushing herself forward hard. Not being one to refuse a invitation I grip her hair with both hands, pushing her down hard, my cock slipping into her throat with a Pop. The remaining third of my duck vanishes between her lips as her throat clenches around my dick. Im fighting to keep from exploding down her throat and she’s trying her hardest to force down her gag reflex. I hold her there for a few second before releasing her hair and allowing her to slide backward slowly. Thick strings of saliva cling to the side of my shaft as it emerges from her throat, dripping down her chin as the head pops free from her lips. She looks up at me, eyes glazed with lust and excitement

“Fuck me”

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