[MF] Tinder Even Works in China Part I and II

**This is a repost, but I had deleted it and someone was nice enough to send it to me. I promise I’ll get a new experience out, that is far less emo than the shit I’ve been posting, on this greatest of all global holidays. #fucktrump, which you know… not super relevant to me fucking Chinese girls. But seriously fuck that guy.**

It’s been a busy 3 or 4 months of traveling for work and fucking hasn’t been very high on my priority list, but shortly before flying back to the US for Christmas, I figured I’d fire up Tinder and roll those dice. It feels like some days your stock is up, and sometimes it’s down, but for a little over 26 hours on December 13th, 2017, my fuck stock was a full-on bull market.

I had been living and working in a large Chinese city for three weeks so when I started swiping I got a rather distinct uniformity to my matches. I flipped through a couple of them, read the bios, and found a super cute, 24-year-old, Chinese girl who looked like she had spent significant time in the bay area (kite flying at Crissy field etc.). She had like three bikini pictures and the third one, an ass shot is not much more than a thong, sold me. I love fat little asses and this girl looked like she had one. We messaged back and forth and then exchange Wechat names. I suggested coffee. She suggested a drink. With only one night left in the city, and only looking to fuck, I went for broke and told her my hotel bar had a good cocktail menu. I watched the little “responding dots” bounce around for a bit before I got back “Sound great!”

At 8 pm she walked into the bar and she was shorter than I expected. Even though she was wearing heels, I could tell she wasn’t over five feet. She had just come from work and under her heavy coat she was wearing a skin-tight black dress. Her hair was in a low ponytail and she had on bright red lipstick. She had grown up in the US and had only been in China for a year working at a marketing company. It was also abundantly clear, she was there for the same thing I was- to fuck. I told her I had been spending most of my free time watching whatever was on Discovery Chanel, and after one drink she suggested we head to my room to see what was on.

She kicked off her shoes and opened the curtains, and not wanting to seem over anxious, and maybe believing she actually wanted to watch Discovery Channel, I fiddled with the remote. The glow of the skyline filled the room with neon light, she turned around and her coat was off and her black dress clung to her body- I could see a faint outline of a bra, but none from underwear. She looked at me standing there with the remote and arched one eyebrow, “really?” she laughed. “Um,” I realized how uncool I looked, “You probably don’t want to watch Deadliest Catch?” She laughed again and walked towards me with her bare feet until our bodies touched. I hit the power button, but because it was a nice hotel you had to like agree with the tv a dozen times before it’d turn off. I finally figured it out and dropped the remote and ran my hands down her back, grabbing her ass, and pulling her tight into me. “I’ve seen all of them,” she said as she wrapped her arms around my neck (which in retrospect was a lie since there are like 20 fucking seasons), and pressed her red, wet lips against mine. So… I’ve had friends tell me Chinese girls can’t kiss, and maybe that’s true, but I could have kissed this girl into the year of the rooster, or monkey or whatever the fuck comes next. Her tongue parted my lips and slipped over my own tongue. Her lithe little body ground against me and I could feel my dick’s involuntary hibernation come to end as it attempted to charge out of my pants.

Her dress was off and then her bra and for such a small girl her tits were impressive. I’m not exactly sure how my clothes came off but they were quickly pooled around my feet as well. My dick was sandwiched between our bodies and even that small amount of friction was driving me nuts. Homegirls’ tongue was exploring every last inch of my mouth. I hadn’t been kissed like that since fucking high school and apparently, I really like it. I took a second, realized I didn’t have a condom and the only option was those $15 minibar ones, looked back at her as she started to sit on the bed edge of the bed, naked as a Chinese venus on the clamshell, and I tore into those fuckers.

There’s a moment, and maybe it only happens to me, right before I fuck someone for the first time, where I feel kind of overwhelmed. Like, remember when you’d fucking run into the living room on Christmas morning and for a second you couldn’t choose which present to open first. Yeah, like that. Standing naked in a dark hotel room, the condom snug on my very, very hard dick, a beautiful girl with her legs coyly spread, sitting on the bed in front of me, her jet black hair partially covering her firm little tits, the crease of her hips running back to a fat little ass, and her cherry red lipstick a little smeared around the edges of her mouth, and I froze for a second. But then she looked me in the fucking eye, licked the tips of two her fingers and started circling the top of her tiny little pink slit with them and I knew what I was going to do.

I pulled her little body to the edge of the bed and she instinctively lifted her hips up to me. She spits on her hand and ran her fingers between her fat little pussy lips and I pushed my dick slowly into her. It was like fucking a well-lubricated vice grip. She let out a little shudder and I pushed all the way in. After several months of not having sex and the fact this girls pussy felt like it was two sizes too small, I knew I wasn’t going to last long. She pushed into me and leaned back, pushing her body off the bed. I wrapped my arms around her back and pulled her up to me, her thighs wrapped around my hips, her arms around my neck and I fucked her standing up like that, feeling like her entire body was sliding up and down my cock. I walked her back into a wall, my hands squeezing her fat little ass as she kept her legs wrapped tightly around my body.

I lasted a minute like that, maybe less, and could feel my balls start to pump a month worth of cum into the tip of the fucking condom. I could tell she could tell and she kept slip and sliding up and down my dick like it’d lead to world peace. I mumbled out an apology about cumming so fast and laid her on the bed as she slid off my still very hard dick. She peeled off the condom with both hands and I realized she was about to start sucking me off. Feeling selfish as fuck already I pushed her tiny body back on the bed and pinned her thighs apart, pressing my lips against her pussy. It was still soaking wet, and smooth, and had that distinctive slight taste of latex. I dove in like it was a bowl of fucking strawberries on 4th of July. Her hands grabbed the back of my head and pulled my mouth tight against her clit. “go slow” she said, not being one to argue, I spread her hairless lips with my fingers and slowly ran my tongue over her pink little clit as I curled two fingers inside her and against the top of her pussy. She squirmed and bucked against my face, but I kept her thighs pinned to the bed until I could feel her body start to quiver and shake and her breathing become shallow. I could feel the flex of her thighs and stomach. Her entire body stiffened, her breath stopped, and it felt like time held still for a minute before she gasped and moaned. “I’m cumming” she quietly whispered over and over and again and she ground her pussy against my mouth and her skinny, brown thighs, slick with sweat slid against the side of my face. I legit couldn’t get enough of this girl I had met 30 minutes before, and as I pulled my mouth of her I kept my fingers slowly stroking the velvety wetness inside of her. She squirmed and smiled and spread her legs even wider. “Is your name really Miko?” I laughed. “No,” she said, “But get back inside of me and maybe I’ll tell you my real name.” Not really caring what her real name was, but knowing I wanted to be back in that pussy, I did as I was told.

**PART II**

I stood in the shower. We had been fucking, more or less non-stop, for 2 hours and we’d still be fucking if that $15 dollar box of condoms had more than 3 stupid packages. I looked down at my dick slowly slide in and out of her mouth, over her lips- her eyes closed and her hands slowly spinning at its base. The warm water ran down my back as she ran a hand between my thighs and up my ass. Gently pressing her finger against my asshole as she pushed my dick into the back of her throat, held it there, and silently gag for a beat or two. I reached down and wrapped both hands into her dark as night hair and pulled her head to me hoping I’d be able to slide myself into her throat.

She grabbed my ass with both hands struggling to put me deeper into her, but all she did was convulse and gag before pulling back and taking a quick gasp of air. She smiled up at me from her knees, stroking my cock – “I told you I was giver” she laughed as I put my hands under her arms and pulled her up to me. Our wet bodies slid against each other as I ran my hands up her thighs and between her ass, but my cock was losing steam quick and even as she turned around and pressed that perfect little brown ass into me, sliding my still erect, but spent, cock up and down between her cheeks, I knew I didn’t have anything left for her.

I turned her back around, our bodies tight together, the entire bathroom was full of steam and the air felt wet, and she slid her pussy up and down my right thigh. “Hey,” I said, “I got to pack up. The flight leaves at 2.” She jokingly pressed her pussy even harder into my thigh, “Oh you’re not kicking me out” she giggled “I have shit to do too.”

We got dressed, and never knowing the proper etiquette following a hotel room hook-up, I walked her to the elevator and kissed her on the cheek. “Next time I’m in the city maybe we should meet up?” She laughed and we both knew we’d never see each other again. “I had fun,” she said and the door elevator dinged, she walked in, waved, it closed and I caught my reflection in the shine of the elevator doors. I looked like I had just fucked a stranger in a hotel room in China.

I finished packing my bag, tidied up the room, tossed the condoms, left a tip for the maids, and headed to the airport. ‘The future’s so weird,” I thought as I sat in my taxi, Chinese pop playing on the radio. Almost 18 years earlier, to the day, I had had sex for the first time. It had taken me the entire fall semester of my freshman year, probably 10 dates, a fucking bouquet of roses (I know, man, I know), and a terribly written poem before.I felt like I was ready to fuck with the girl I had been trying to fuck with. I fumbled around awkwardly on some couch in some college apartment. Fumbled with my dick, fumbled with her tits, fumbled with a condom, and fumbled into her pussy for a second or two before I came. After we got back from Christmas break I realized I hadn’t really liked her much (certainly as not as much as my terrible poetry made it seem like I did), but didn’t break up with her for almost 2 months because deep down I was grateful she had let me fumble my dick into her for a couple of seconds that night before Christmas and then let me continue doing that any time the mood struck me that winter.

But here I was sitting in a taxi, in China at midnight, just having fucked the living daylight out of an insanely hot 24-year-old who I found on my phone 4 hours earlier. No dates. No roses. No bad poetry. No money or time put into it. Three hours earlier I had bought her a drink. Two hours earlier I had her face buried in a mattress, her hair tangled in my hand as I spanked her ass and fucked her pussy like I hated it. One hour earlier she had a finger in my ass in a shower as she gagged on my cock and ran her tongue down my balls. And now I’d never see her again. I wonder how I’d explain the future to Tommy as he doodled his dick around on that fucking burlap couch with a chubby little freshman as they were serenaded by the muffled sounds of a Matchbox 20 CD. Sure it was easier and sexier, and more fun, and oddly, a lot less awkward, but fuck it can leave you feeling a little empty. The road was empty. I wondered if my driver was falling asleep or was just a shitty driver and kind of wished Sophie Coppola was filming me.

Because of a poorly timed meeting, my flight didn’t head directly back to the states but instead laid me over in a large SE Asian city for 20 hours. I landed 5 am, checked into my hotel, and planned on watching TV for a couple of hours before heading to my 9 am meeting. As I laid there my phone pinged with a tinder match, and when I opened the app almost every girl I swiped on matched. It must have been from when I was there a month earlier, but I wasn’t going to over think it. I quickly ran through my swipes on an assortment of local college girls, professionals, foreign backpackers, and English teachers. I have always tried to be coy and flirty before when I use Tinder, but I was in town for 20 hours and just wanted someone to hang out with. I wasn’t even sure I wanted to fuck, so I wrote every girl the same thing “Hey straight up. I’m just here for the day. My hotel has an amazing poolside bar (which it did), maybe we should go swimming and get a drink.” Seemed like it was a long shot, but I went with it.

By the time I was getting dressed for my meeting a small handful of girls had responded and I was making plans with one, a half-Thai half-German who was teaching English in the city, to meet up before lunch for a swim. I couldn’t focus on the meeting and kept checking flipping through the 5 pictures on her profile. She was tan, cute freckles, short brown hair cut into a bob, and pretty skinny. Even though I wasn’t planning on it, I couldn’t stop thinking about what it might be like to fuck her.

And fuck her I did. The moment I saw her in the lobby looking pretty out of place in nothing but short jeans shorts, a loose tank top, and flip-flops, I knew I was going to have her bent over my bed with a cock inside her in the next couple of hours.

“Carli?” I said as I walked towards her and she quickly turned around. She opened her arms for a hug, “Tommy?” she asked as she kind of squinted her eyes and smiled. We hug for a second and I asked if she needed to change. “What?!” she winked and giggled, “I don’t go into strange men’s’ hotel rooms.” she slid her tank top to the side to show she already had her bikini on. I told her to meet me at the pool and ran up to my room and changed.

We spent the next hour sitting next to each other at the poolside bar and she was clearly starting to feel a buzz. She looked fucking amazing. She was a distance runner in college and her body reflected that. Not much in the way of tits or ass, but she was strong and lean. I could see the slight bulge of her nipples under the tiny pink triangles of her bikini top, but the fabric wasn’t covering much else. When she stood up and took my hand and pulled me towards to pull it was hard not to notice how low her bottoms sat in the front and how her pussy was clearly very very smooth. She had a surprisingly nice ass and distance runners legs.

We laughed and flirted in the pool. Joked about Tinder and how ridiculous it was that she was hanging out a with a man 15 years older than her at some stupid fancy hotel. She said she hadn’t realized how old I was when she swiped at me and almost didn’t write back after I messaged her. I told her would have been a shame because she would have really missed out. She raised her right eyebrow as under the water I hooked a thumb around the tie of her bikini bottom. The tequila and sun were clearly hitting both of us by now, “Oh really?” she smirked and came a little closer, “I would have been missing out on what?” Her body was almost pressed against mine, and the fat white guys and Chinese tourists lounging by the pool couldn’t give a flying fuck. “Um,” I smiled, “I go pretty hard.” She raised her eyebrow again and wrapped her arms around my neck as she pulled away from me a little. She was clearly tipsy.

“Mmmm,” she said, “I’m sure I can handle an old man.”

“Fuck!” I laughed, “I’m only 37!” and pulled her hips into me. “Should we do this?” I asked, but before I had a chance to make a move she was taking me by the hand out of the pool.

Before the elevator doors had closed I had her pushed into the wall. She tried to hold her towel up with one hand while her other one brought my head towards her. Our mouths met, she ran her fingers through my still wet hair, the taste of sugar, and salt and tequila were in her mouth. I didn’t give a fuck if someone else got on the elevator. My cock felt like it might tear through my quickly tightening swim shorts. My hands ran to the bottom edge of her towel and worked their way up her toned legs, pulling her tighter into me as my body crushed her again the back of the elevator. The door dinged. My floor. I grabbed her by the hand. Her towel had fallen off and she held it in her hand as we’ve walked/run down the hall. I fumbled with the key card trying to activate the door as she ran her hands up and down my back. Pressing her chest into me.

The door closed behind us and before I could pull her to the bed she hit her knees. ‘Mother fucker!’ I thought, “What the fuck is happening?!” It should have felt at least a little awkward. It had been bit awkward until the liquor hit, but as she hit her knees and pulled down my shorts in one motion the only thing in the world I cared about was smashing my throbbing cock into this girls mouth. Then, because I’m a fucking adult, I dropped down in front of her and grabbed her face. “I’m going to fuck you and sometimes I forget to not go hard,” I looked her in the eyes, “I need you to know you can always tell me to stop or slow down. Understand?” She smiled coyly, even as my hands pressed into her cheeks, “I understand.”

I pulled her to her feet and pushed her into the wall behind her, cushioning the back of her head with my hand I tore at her bikini top. It quickly was wrapped around my hand like the rope on a bare-knuckle boxer’s fist. She was pinned against the wall with my hand on her throat as my mouth searched one perfect round nipple than the other. She squirmed and let out little gasps as I slowly tighten my fingers around her neck. She rocked her hips away from the wall, trying to grind into me, trying to connect her pussy to something, anything, but I purposely kept my hips away from her as I worked my mouth up from her nipples across her clavicle and to her wet mouth. She grabbed my back and her nails dug into my shoulders as she searched my mouth with her tongue like a god damn TSA agent on meth. I couldn’t take it anymore.

It was a blur. Her bottoms were off and then wrapped into her mouth like a fucking bridle. Somehow a condom was on my dick and as she reached back, grabbing at her own ass I slid into her tight pink slit. With one hand I tightened my hand around her neon pink bikini bottoms that were now simultaneously gagging her and pulling her head back towards me. She arched her back, pushing her ass towards me as she let her arms collapse and the face pressed into the crisp whiteness of the duvet. Dust hung in the air in a beam of light streaming through the open curtains and her moans were muffled by the bed as well as the bikini that had been covering her pussy and ass only moments earlier. I grabbed her hip with my free hand and pumped my dick into her as fast and hard as I could.

I watched her ass tremble with every thrust and I could feel my balls, soaked from her pussy, slapping her clit as I buried myself into her over and over and over again. She clawed at the sheets above her head tearing at the pillows and duvet cover like a fucking succubus before finally her legs seemed to give out and body fully collapsed onto the bed. I eased my throbbing dick out of her and let go of the bikini bottoms, and rolled the condom off my dick dropping it unceremoniously on the floor.

She slowly rolled over, and gently pulled the neon pink material,.covered in her spit, out of her mouth and daintily dropped it next to her. She ran her slender fingers over her stomach and her nonexistent tits, lingering at her nipples as she propped herself up with a pillow. I stepped back to gather myself. I was breathing heavy and covered in sweat and kind of unsure of what the fuck had just happened. My dick throbbed and I reached down gently stroking it with one hand while I ran my other hand through my hair and took a deep breath. She smiled at me like we hadn’t just fucked our way into infamy but had rather enjoyed a champagne lunch in the gardens at the Louvre. “oh you’re done with me?” she fake pouted as she slowly spread her legs apart.

The night before was fun. It was nice to fuck. She seemed like a nice girl, Moki, or Miko, or whatever the fuck her name was. But this, but this mother fucker was what dreams, or nightmares, are made of. I mean how the fuck was this happening. I had been to bars the last couple of months. I had met people and even booty called some old hookups, but no results. Now in the space of like 12 fucking hours, this had happened. I laughed and grabbed my dick, feeling how hard it still felt, “Nah, we’re just getting started.”

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8w2dhy/mf_tinder_even_works_in_china_part_i_and_ii