[MF] Introducing a good catholic girl from Tinder to kink on her first sex date ever [public] [bdsm] [sexting]

I was traveling to Frankfurt for a work weekend, and since I was a Tinder subscriber I figured I might as well pre-swipe and see if there was anything exciting happening in town. At about that time I had gotten bored of regular dating, of meeting in bars or cafés and asking questions: what do you do… what music do you listen to… yada yada… Sure sometimes that can be interesting, but more or less has nothing to do with whether we want to fuck each other, which has a lot more to do with desire and psyche and smells and gestures. So I created a new Tinder profile, very suggestive of kink and BDSM, figured it’s be a lot more efficient to just cut to the chase. I didn’t want to “date”, but to meet women who had the hunger and the courage and curiosity for a fiery fling, who needed not a date or a dinner or a chat, but to be fucked, and hard.

And lo and behold. With my new profile I was getting double the number of matches as I had with a regular profile. And at least half of the matches seemed surprising to me (although, of course you can never guess someone’s sexual desires and fantasies from just looking at their photos). I matched with about a dozen women in Frankfurt, a few of them quite good looking, but the prettiest by far was Antonia, a sweet looking 26 year-old with auburn hair whose photos were very sober, maybe even shy, and had a touch of melancholy. Still, it was a bit surprising Antonia swiped right on me, since my profile was quite naughty. That is, however, half the fun of the game, of course, discovering that people aren’t really who you think they are. Just looking at her photos got my erection going. Not just because Antonia was pretty, but also because she looked such a good girl and the thought of tempting her sent shivers up my body.

So I messaged her right away, telling her what a naughty girl she was for swiping on my profile. Antonia responded immediately and in kind, taking up the ball, playing along:

“Why? Are you going to punish me?”

“That would be too easy. Giving you exactly what you want.”

“Who says I want?”

“Well why else would you swipe right?”

“Curiosity.”

Oh I liked this girl. I could feel even through our chat by the way she was choosing her word that Antonia had curiosity in her mind and hunger in her pussy. I could feel her hidden desire emanating from her messages, and it sent my body tingling and the blood rushing to my groin. We teased each other, sending back and forth messages full of subtexts and innuendos, sharp and witty and lust-laden repartees, me teasing and guiding the conversation towards sex, and her sometimes resisting, sometimes playing along. As our conversation flowed, to inspire myself I started rubbing my cock with one hand, while chatting with the other. And the more we messaged, the harder my cock got. With our conversation heating up, I couldn’t help but imagine all the things I wanted to do with her, spank her and slap her and fuck her and choke her and bite her and lick her and pinch her, and I was sure that if we met Antonia and I were going to have a very lovely time.

As I got hornier, I navigated our conversation more and more towards sex. I wanted to find out what Antonia was curious about, what she desired, what her fantasies were, what her secret needs were. She played hard to get, of course, but little by little coaxed small secrets and details out of her, like the fact that she had last had sex two months earlier, and that it hadn’t very good. I loved chatting with her, and I couldn’t stop rubbing myself as we chatted. I knew that she, hundreds of miles away in her own bed, probably had her hand on her pussy, so I figured I would just ask.

“Are you playing with your pussy, Antonia”

“Not yet” she replied coyly. Although I think she was probably lying.

“Oh yeah? I’m not sure I believe you. How wet are you right now? From 1 to 10 tell me how wet is your pussy right now, dear Antonia?”

“Four” she answered, lying again.

“Well you obviously need some help with that. Otherwise your pussy will remain as dry as the Sahara,” I couldn’t help but retort.

It was time to up the ante. I knew if I could have her pussy gushing like a fountain by the end of our chat, that her cunt would be mine to use and abuse that weekend. So I gave Antonia her first task: “Write me a list of 10 things you’d like to do but have never tried.” She was shy at first and refused to comply. “I never talked about fantasies with my ex boyfriends.” “Tell me everything,” I insisted “You have nothing to be ashamed of.” But I wanted her to discover her own desires, and with a bit of coaxing (and I imagine the pulsations of a very wet and very hungry pussy), I drew out her list from her.

The [list she sent](https://imgur.com/DqSbqqL) didn’t have ten items but only six, and I told her how disappointed I was, although I was in fact quite pleased. As I imagined, Antonia wanted me to tie her down and spank her, among other things. I considered punishing her for not sending me a full list but nevermind, I told myself, this will be her first time, and I wanted to leave her enough space to discover.

What an innocent and good girl Antonia was turning out to be. She had this sly sort of purity, which was making my cock throb with lust. I wanted to be the one to take her purity, open her horizons, expand her eros, corrupt her. I wanted to introduce her to the vast and wild universe of kink, fulfill her deepest needs and satiate her pulsating pussy. I wanted to transform this good Catholic girl into a voracious and insatiable cockwhore. And that is exactly what I told her. “I’ll make you into a good little cockwhore, Antonia. Would you like that?” But she didn’t answer.

Fuck, I thought to myself, I lost her. I was too aggressive; too forward. I sat there in my bed, staring at my screen for a good ten minutes, still rubbing my cock, frustrated, and thinking how stupid of me to lose my chance with this incredible woman. It was just a matter of time until Antonia would unmatch me, so I started stroking myself towards orgasm, thinking about “the one that got away” wanting just to cum, release the tensions spanning my body and just fall into slumber.

But then, the message came: “Tell me, are you a halfway decent guy?” I breathed a sigh of relief. “Very” I told her.

Knowing that our conversation was more fragile and that Antonia probably wanted to talk about other things too, I moved our conversation towards life and books and our backgrounds. She talked a bit about her ex and her recent breakup. Even though we were talking about mundane things, not for a second did I stop thinking about fucking her soft pussy, and not for a second did I take my hand off my cock. I kept the conversation sober, although I was still hoping that she too was playing with herself.

“[Sometimes I cum in my dreams](https://imgur.com/a/Szp35OR)” Antonia wrote me, surprising me. I smiled to myself, and imagined myself watching her while she sleeps, unaware, seeing the image of her cumming and writhing in the sheets, and me just watching her, her auburn hair splayed out against the white sheets, and her hips heaving with orgasm, and this lovely picture filled me with undeniable lust. There was something hungry and repressed and subconscious, almost Freudian about her desire. And it made me want to fuck her. To break her on my cock. To fill her holes her till her eyes rolled back in head, and her legs trembles with ecstasy. I wanted to make Antonia release all that, to liberate all her bottled up tension and desire and shame, and I wanted to do it by pounding my cock in her fuckoles. By this time I was raging with desire and had been rubbing my cock over my pants for half an hour, and I just blurted out my desire: “I want to fuck you.”

“Omg” she wrote.

“Please do so.”

“Fuck me”

Antonia was ready. I smiled there in my bed, and sent her a short voice message of me telling her what I was going to do to her, and how I was going to use her body, and I came, while calling out her name, “Antonia… Antonia.. Antonia” making my moans loud and heavy so she could hear and enjoy. Thirty seconds later Antonia sent me back an audio of her own, of her moaning, and this was the beginning of a two-hour chat that ended with her exploding with orgasm, in which, among other things, she [begged me to fill her pussy with my cum](https://imgur.com/a/TX7yGO6).

That night I must have woken up five, six times in the middle of the night, with a raging erection and boundless hunger, but I resisted playing with myself again. I wanted to save my cum for Antonia.

The next morning, on my way to the airport, I chatted up Antonia again, jokingly asking me if she had dreamt about me. Maybe, she told me: “In my dream someone was coming from behind, I didn’t hear him and didn’t know him. But did know him anyway. He turned me around and pushed me against the wall and started kissing me. And then my phone rang.” I smiled again, knowing that I had inspired this lustful dream in her imagination.

“So are we meeting tonight, Antonia?”

“Yes.”

“Good girl.”

I asked her if she wanted to come straight to my hotel or if she preferred to meet in a bar, and Antonia admitted shyly that tonight was going to be her very first sex date. A quiver of excitement rushed down my spine. Oh, how I love being the first. And how rare those occasions are. We made a date for that night at 9 PM, at bar downtown.

Needless to say, that Friday was very long, one of the longest in my life. A Friday filled with boring pointless meetings, uninteresting PowerPoint presentations, and other generic and white-collar busywork. Of course I barely noticed any of it. The entire time I had just one thought surging in my mind, no make that one million thoughts in my mind: all the infinite adventures Antonia and I could have; all the astounding pleasures I would introduce her to.

I was so excited that I could barely resist playing with my cock during my meetings. I must have touched myself several times over my pants, unconsciously, and I hope no one noticed. The thrill and anticipation of the discovery of her desires and her body filled me, and everything else ceased to exist. Finally, after a day that just went on and on, I left work at about 8PM, with just enough time to shower at my hotel before hopping over to the bar to meet her.

As I left the hotel I sent her a little tease: “Getting wet?” “Getting ready” she answered soberly. “Good,” I answered. “Exciting to get ready for your sir isn’t it?” “Indeed…”

My heart was pounding, and I wrote nothing more for fear of writing the wrong thing, and then having Antonia back out at the last minute. This was after all her first ever sex date, and one which was heavy with the promise of many new adventures. I could understand how that could be intimidating, even frightening, although of course, enticing at the same time…

The next ten sweet minutes I ran through the streets just pulsating with desire and anticipation. I wanted to get there as fast as possible, but of course I didn’t want Antonia to see my how eager I was to initiate her into these pleasures that until now she had only fantasized about.

When I reached the bar I saw a woman waiting outside in a long black overcoat, nervously looking at her phone, but also with a strong touch of confidence. It was Antonia. She had showed up. I smiled, approaching her slowly from outside the periphery of her vision, feeling my cock practically bursting out of my pants. When I was barely a foot away from her Antonia sensed my presence arrive, and looked up as we eyed each, sizing each other up, like predator and prey. She was beautiful, far more beautiful than the photos she had up on Tinder, her face was soft and symmetrical, with high German cheekbones speckled with freckles, and wavy auburn hair, but somehow muted, that if you didn’t look at her you might not notice how petty she was. I smiled:

“Hello”

“Hello”

Antonia smiled and looked down shyly. The air was pregnant with lust.

“Shall we?” I said opening the door for Antonia, and we entered the bar.

The bar was a far fancier place than I usually like – metallic and ultramodern, everything zinc and silver colored – with old school lightbulbs hanging from the ceiling and patrons in businesswear and women in elegant dresses; the black-clad staff pompous yet efficient wandering around the room. Exactly the type of bar that pretty, rich girls like Antonia like to go to, I couldn’t help but thinking. The tables in the large open room were high at bar height, and the entire room was glowing golden from the fancy light bulbs, the light refracting off the matte metallic surfaces.

When Antonia took off her coat, revealing a delicate and pricey floral dress, I eyed the contours of her body carefully, and I was charmed by the sobriety and depth of her beauty. Everything, her makeup, her dress, her flats, was so understated, so delicate and classy, and I couldn’t help but undress her in my mind, seeing those curvaceous hips, and proud plump breasts. A waitress came and seated us at a table for two in the very center of the room, and we both ordered a cocktail and eyed each other.

As we started to converse, our discussion ran the gamut of all things mundane, but every single word we exchanged was charged with eros. I stared into her eyes leaning forward towards Antonia as we chatted. I wanted to make her pussy wet with nothing more than my regard.

I wanted to fuck Antonia right then and there. Take her by the hair and bend her roughly over the table, yank down her panties, spread her legs, and shove my cock as deep and hard inside her as I could, people or no people, I didn’t care. These, and other similar thoughts charged my mind as we chatted.

I savored every second of our date, where we exchanged not a single sensual word. But, I could see the hunger expanding in the whites of her eyes, and as we talked I could feel that her pussy was getting wetter with every passing second. I had the sense that Antonia could read my fantasies, maybe not exactly, but at least feel the heat of my hunger across the table. I could have let this moment go on forever, I even wanted it to. But another part of me wanted to take her to my hotel immediately, to ravish her, to rip her to shreds.

She was telling me some story about her ex, when I looked into her eyes, interrupting: “Tell me Antonia, how wet is your cunt right now?”

Antonia gasped and held her breath. “Eight…” she managed to whisper.

I stared her straight in the eyes, and smiling, I slowly and deliberately leaned in towards her, sliding my hand up from her knee along her inner thigh. As my body approached her and my hand approached her sex, I could feel the wetness and the warmth radiating outwards from her hungry cunt, and the closer I approached her, the wetter and wetter her thighs became. I breathed deep the smell of her skin, sliding my hand all the way up her thigh, pulling aside her panties with one finger, before sliding a second one inside her pussy.

“You weren’t lying. Your pussy is drenched.”

“Yes”, she admitted, her eyes expanding in shock at my daring.

“Good girl,” I smiled as I slowly massaged the inside of her vagina, exploring her with my fingers, as her eyes nervously scanned the bar to see if someone could see. I slid my finger slowly in and out of her, as discretely as possible, although it was a Friday night and the bar was full, and the tables were high and our lower bodies exposed.

I guess someone must have seen us, or at least guessed what we were doing, but I knew from previous experiences that as long as you gave the public enough reason to doubt that what they really saw was happening, no one would mention anything. So I casually continued to finger her pussy under the table while staring at her and sipping my cocktail, enjoying every second of my time with Antonia, the pleasure of having my fingers in her pussy compounded by the fact that I was doing it in public, and that she was so sweet and innocent.

I leaned my head towards her so I could slide my fingers deeper inside her while better hide her body from view, and slid my tongue between her lips, while sliding my finger deeper into her pussy. She was delicious, just like you would expect a good innocent girl to be. There was something fresh and pure and fruity about her taste, and our skis became more and more passionate as my fingers moved rhythmically inside her. And all these sensations poured into me, the taste of her lips, moist warmth of her pussy, the chatter of the other patrons in the bar, and as we were kissing I took her hand in my free hand and pressed it hard up against my pulsating cock, so she could feel the desire she was awakening in me. I fingered her faster and deeper, feeling the juices fill and then flow out of her pussy, down her thighs, onto the bar stool, until under her breath I could hear her stifling moans and gasps, and I could see that Antonia was fighting tooth and nail to keep her composure, and that she was on the verge of cumming then and there. Exactly what I wanted. I fingered her harder and faster while kissing her more deeply than before feeling her vaginal muscles tense, and her pussy tighten around my fingers I knew my sweet innocent date was about to cum, so I drew my face away from hers slightly to watch her pleasure as her eyes quivered, and her mouth opened in surprise, and then with one smooth motion slid my finger out from deep inside her pussy, bringing the my fingers to my mouth, and discretely, but in the view of the entire bar, sucked every single drop of her juices from my fingers, before kissing her deeply one more again, so she could taste the tang of her hungry cunt on my tongue.

When we pulled away from our kiss, we noticed the waitress standing above us, frowning a bit, but I searched her, and for the life of me, I couldn’t figure out if she had seen anything or not. Antonia drew her hand away from my cock, which she had been rubbing for the last few minutes, and we ordered the bill. We paid and got up to leave and as I was helping Antonia on with her jacket, I leaned over from behind and whispered: “I think it’s time for me to fuck your holes, don’t you?”

Antonia didn’t say a word, only looking at me in shock, linked her arm in mine, and we walked to my hotel, slightly tipsy but not too much, just enough to keep the blood and the thoughts flowing, the whole time both of us wondering what the other was thinking, what more would happen, as we hadn’t even begun our night, and already one of her fantasies was fulfilled.

When we got to the hotel, I couldn’t wait any longer, and as soon as we entered the elevator, I pounced on Antonia, pressing her into the corner of the elevator, kissing her neck shoulders face lips neck, my hands squeezing her breasts, my cock digging into her body, the smell of her presume and pheromones and lust filling my nostrils – the crisp clean post shower smell of her fresh body, commingled with the sharp tang of her drenched pussy. I slid two fingers in her cunt again, jilling her hard and fast in the elevator, half hoping that when the door opened at my floor some young woman or hotel worker would catch us in the act, with my mouth biting her neck vampirically and her dress pulled up and my fingers inside her.

The elevator doors opened with a ding, but no one was there. I led her towards my room where in a burst of passion, once the door was closed, we ripped off others coats and threw them on the floor. I pushed her body hard up against the door, pinning her there with my right hand wrapped around her pulsating throat while my left hand ripped down her panties, revealing a swollen and sumptuous pretty pink pussy with a reddish-blonde runway neatly shaved, this pussy that was mine to own for the night. And I pressed again my fingers into her engorged and dripping pussy, shoving my fingers in her faster and faster as my other hand squeezed tighter and tighter against her neck, and door vibrated with the rhythm of my fingering, as I asked her if she liked being my little fuckwhore for the night:

“Do you like having my fingers in your cunt, Antonia?”

“Yes”, she gasped.

I took my hand off her throat and slapped her lightly across the face “Yes, sir,” I corrected.

Yes, sir,” she repeated.

“Do you like having my fingers in your cunt?”

“I do sir. I love it.”

“How much?”

“Very much, sir.”

“Do you want me to always finger you?”

“Yes sir.”

“What? And you don’t want my cock in your fuckhole?”I asked teasingly.

“I do sir, very much.”

“It’s fun to be my little fuckwhore, isn’t it?”

But she could no longer speak. Her jaw was locked open and shivering moans were escaping her o-shaped mouth as her pussy exploded in my hand, her knees buckling from under her as she collapsed onto the floor in a messy heap of quivering post-orgasmic pleasure.

I stood over her proudly, my cock throbbing in my pants, but this was no time to rest. I reached down and pulled Antonia’s head up by the hair, and pressed my hard erection against her face, rubbing it against her cheeks. She was tired, disheveled, but I had awoken a voracious hunger in here. She grabbed greedily at my belt, yanking it off rapidly before unbuttoned my pants, revealing my thick cock pulsating with desire for her under my boxers, which she immediately reached up to pull off.

But I slapped her hands away “Not till I say you can, fuckwhore.”

“Please sir”

“Not yet”

With a naughty smile, Antonia started kissing and rubbing my cock over my boxers, looking up at me with that lovely fiery hunger, but still obedient. I let her play a bit with me as long as I could, but by then my desire was raging. I reached down and grabbed her head in one hand, pulled down the elastic of my boxers with the other. My pulsating erection popped out, hitting her face, and Antonia looking at it hungrily, licking her lips. “Open wide”, I said, and she obeyed, and slowly I slid my cock in between her pretty lips, sliding it deeper and deeper in her pretty mouth until it reached the back of her throat.

With my cock buried deep in her face, I looked down to watch Antonia and make sure she was enjoying herself, and then pushed my cock harder yet against the back of her throat, pressing the back of her head against the door, taking care to watch her and her reaction, since this was her first time, I wanted to make sure she was comfortable with it all. When I saw her enjoying it, I pressed harder still, her gagging a bit on my cock, before pulling out just as slowly as I had gone in. She took a gasp of air and gave me a lusty smile of permission opening her mouth and sticking out her tongue. What an incredible woman. I grabbed her head in both hands and shoved my cock hard in her mouth letting loose against her throat, fucking her face, watching my cock disappear in Antonia’s pretty and pristine mouth, while reveling in the sensation of my cock smashing up against the back of the throat and hearing the gurgles of her gagging on my stiff member each time, and door was banging against the frame with each thrust, and what were the neighbors thinking I wondered, not really caring, and all these thoughts and sensations just made me want to ram my cock even deeper and harder in her fuckhole, and there was no way I was going to last much longer like this, and I looked at her before letting lose a wild and primal yell and exploding in her mouth, keeping my cock deep inside her mouth until she swallowed every last drop, and then pulled away from her panting as, she licked the final drops of cum surging out of me

“Do you like being my fuckwhore?”

“I do sir”

“Do you want more?”

“I do sir”

I smiled, remembering our talk in the bar, understanding that Antonia was going through a rough time after a breakup, and that she needed to have every thought and worry in her mind fucked out of her. She needed me to use her body, to ruin her pussy, and batter her limbs and fuck her holes until there wasn’t a thought left in her. And that is exactly what I desired, above all things, as much for her as for me.

I lifted her Antonia from the floor by her hands, as the watched curiously and yanked off her dress, revealing her body to me for the first time. Her large breasts popped out standing firm with erect nipples and pale freckled skin, and my eyes traces the contours of her body revealing an even more incredible figure than I had imagined. Although she was obviously pretty even clothed, Antonia had something of the shy wallflower about her, but naked her beauty simply radiated and the voluptuous curves of her hips and breasts and belly and shoulders eked a sensuality which woke in me a desire to ravish. I had to bite into her. I couldn’t resist.

I grabbed Antonia’s tit in my hand and closed my teeth on her pale but slightly-tanned speckled skin. She moaned. I bit down even harder, digging my teeth into her flesh, amazed by her capacity to take pain for someone so inexperienced. I applied more and more pressure with my teeth to test her pain threshold, and when she gave a little cry I released her from my mouth and moved smiling took her other breast inside me, biting at first too, but then also sucking and licking and squeezing, flicking her nipples with the tip of my tongue, caressing her aureoles with its flat rough surface, licking and sucking every inch of her body from head to toe, save her pussy which I was saving for later.

I nibbled on Antonia’s outer and inner thigh, licking her neck, sucking her lips, starting to feel once again the tingling in the base of my testicles, waiting for my emptied cock to fill with blood once again. It didn’t take very long I admit, not with a woman like that at my disposal, soft and gentle, naturally curious and submissive, smart and delicate too, and with the body of a goddess. And there’s only one thing to do with a goddess’ body… devour it, ravage it, fuck it out of existence.

And that is what I did, teasing my mouth around her pussy, sucking and licking, biting hard on the inside of the thigh, wanting to leave my marks on her for weeks on end. Antonia moaned with pleasure. By now, my cock was getting hard again, and the desire was raging inside me to penetrate and fill her pussy. I just wanted to be inside her. But my cock was still half limp from my first ejaculation. I needed to do something to gain full erection, so that I could fuck her and right away. So I rose up on the bed and straddled her face, taking a tuft of her auburn hair in my hand and slid my cock into her mouth again, giving a few good deep hard thrusts into her mouth again, and within no time at all I was ready: hard, hungry and fully erect.

I went down on the bed, taking one of Atonia’s plump legs in each hand, spreading them as far wide and back as I could, stretching her muscles to the limit until I heard her tendons creak. I lifted her ass in the air and spread her pussy spread wide open, exposing her glistening pink juice-filled hole. There are few things I love more in the world than prying open such a lovely pussy and in it was important to me registering in my mind and memory the very first image of my cock penetrates her. I poised the tip of my penis on the edge of her slippery slit, on that beautiful strawberry-blonde runway she had shaved for me and made sure we was watching too before turning the tip of cock against her hole and putting pressure and askeing “Do you want me to fill your cunt, fuckwhore?” “Yes sir, please”

Antonia watched me watch her press my cock up inside her waiting hungering pussy, her cuntlips spreading apart, welcoming me. We both watched my cock disappear into her fuckhole as I started to thrust hard and deep inside her pussy for maximum impact slamming my body against hers, once and then twice, and then again, and again, and again, each time smashing my cock deep inside, and with each penetration Antonia let out a shout of pleasure. While fucking her in earnest, I wrapped my right hand around her neck, and started to squeeze the sides, as I thrust deep inside her, asking her again and again “Do you like who I use you, fuckwhore?” now and again slapping her face with my free hand for good measure, calling her slut, whore, cunt. And I pounded away oat her lovely swollen cunt just dripping with liquid, and relished the loups smacks of our moist hips crashing together louder with each thrust.

I wanted more though. I wanted to fuck this freckled wallflower in every position possible. I pulled out of her Antonia’s pulsing cunt and flipped her on her belly with force, grabbing her hips with both hands and lifting her round scrumptious ass in the air so that she was up on all fours like the good little whore she wanted to be. I pulled her hair with one hand while grabbing her hip with the other as I pummeled her wetness, fulfilling yet another of her slutty fantasies. With Antonia on her hands and knees, I could penetrate even deeper into her flesh, and I reveled in the feeling of her succulent wetness flowing over my cock. By the sounds escaping from her throat, I could tell that Antonia was nearing orgasm, but I didn’t want her to have just any old orgasm, but a muscle-spasming destruction.

I pulled on Antonia’s body one more, flipping her now on her side bending her knees up to her chest and spread her ass cheeks before guiding in my cock inside her wet slit once again, from the side and angled down so my cock would whack against her G-spot as I pounded her. My cock was by now literally throbbing with pain from me having held back my orgasm thus far, and if I was going to cum, I would have to fuck her yet harder and faster, and I my fuckwhore’s cunt like a man possessed, slamming away inside her, fucking her, holding my muscles tight and tense until her entire body shuddered with ecstasy and her hands flew up above her head, and she exploded in a bestial shout and I let loose, giving one final thrust inside her before exploding and emptying my hot cum in her pretty little fuckhole, and collapsed, wasted on her soft and welcoming body, and then we both drifted off to sleep.

We fucked once more that night, and then yet again in the morning, and then unfortunately she had to go to her brunch date with friends. Antonia wanted to see me again that night and sent me enticing messages the entire day, begging me to come and fuck her holes, but a work engagement wouldn’t allow it, to my great disappointment

Although our story ends here for logistical reasons, we continued to keep in touch for a month or two after that – after that weekend I couldn’t stop thinking about her. Even though I had had two other adventures that weekend with other women, Antonia was something special. She captured my attention and imagination. Her desire was pure and real. And her submission was total. And it was so unexpected. And it was her first time. And she was in real life gentle and sweet and articulate, without an ounce of vulgarity in her. And there was something about the discrepancy between our adventure and who she was, that it was unguessable and unpredictable from seeing her. And the experience we had shared gave her something she so deeply needed. so the pleasure I took was more than just in fucking her holes and enticing her mind, but also of liberating something in her. Of course her natural and subtle beauty lacking any arrogance or show with its round voluptuous curves and her auburn hair and green eyes, she had captured my imagination as much as I had hers and we spent the next few weeks sending back and forth filthy messages to one another, as we were both consumed with desire at this incredible experience we had shared together.

One night I woke up at three AM consumed with desire for Antonia’s fantastic cunt and mind, and I [sent her an incredible voice message](https://imgur.com/a/YioAhYS) about how much I desired her, inspired as I was by her courage and her beauty, and naughtiness and she loved it. And it became somewhat of a thing between us to send each other audios back and forth, although mine were mostly ideas and stories, and hers were mostly the sounds her cumming. We continued to send back and for me some very filthy late night chats and Antonia offered to come visit and be my slave for a weekend, [begging desperately for my cock](https://imgur.com/a/tUoKrre).

Ultimately, unfortunately, that adventure never worked out for practical and life reasons, I turned over the memories of our sumptuous adventure of that incredible night in my head hundreds of times over the next months, savoring every image, every sound, every memory, as I am sure you will too.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8nkcfn/mf_introducing_a_good_catholic_girl_from_tinder