[Mf] I met a girl on a hookup app who wanted to be dominated…

Give your daughter a boy’s name and she will absolutely end up a slut.

You might be thinking “that isn’t, true, I have a friend…”

Trust me. That friend is absolutely a dick bandit. She may keep it quiet, but that doesn’t make it true. No matter how explicit I get on Tinder, I know

I’ll match with every Jordan, Ryan, and Frankie on the app.

So it wasn’t a suprise when I matched up with Corey. My profile didn’t beat around the bush. I as opened to whatever happened, but first and foremost I

wanted to meet someone who was looking for a experience, DOMINANT man.

Corey was 18 years old and just six months out of high school. I was considerably older. She still lived with her parents and had a part time job while she

also attended school.

Within a few messages we’d moved off the app to direct communication. I ran her through my standard questions to find out what she was looking for and what

she was willing to do. I wanted to know why she was looking for a dom. It didn’t take much for her to tell me she wanted to be controlled. She wanted

rough sex. She wanted to be tied up. And she got off on the idea of calling me daddy.

She came off like someone with almost no experience. It wasn’t hard to see why. She was blond and curvy with the kind of body that high school boys would

never appreciate when they’re all looking for Barbie dolls. Corey had a plump ass and big tits. Big brown eyes. And she dressed like someone who paid

attention to fashion. I knew that once she got out in the real world she would catch the idea of most men. But she hadn’t realized that.

I started asking more details about what she had done. Did she like to suck cock? Having her pussy eaten? She told me she hadn’t done those things.

“What have you done?” I asked.

“I kind of gave a hand job,” she texted

“So you’re a virgin?”

“Yes, daddy. But I want you to pop my cherry.”

That caused me to put on the brakes. My view on sex is in no way puritanical, but I do like dealing with women who’ve had some experience. On one hand it

didn’t feel right to be her first. On the other hand, I’d been down that road a few times. It’s pretty rare to find anyone who finishes high school a

virgin–must less one openly looking for sex–but it happens. In the past I had always backed away from a meaningless encounter. And every time that woman

had gone out and had one–or several–any way. If a woman wants to fuck, she’ll always find someone willing.

Still, I couldn’t bring myself to be her first. I told her that she needed some more experience and backed away. That was in November. She would text

occassionally saying she was still interested. We’d exchange a few messages, but I kept declining.

Around Christmas she told me she’d met a guy a guy. A soldier in town for the holidays. He acted like he wanted a long distance relationship, fucked her a

couple of times, and then he split.

I told her at the time that she needed to stay away from that type of guy. That she was attractive and didn’t have to throw herself at every man. She gave

me a few lines about how boys never liked her and she didn’t really date anyone. But Corey wasn’t willing to heed my advice. By March she’d fucked four

different guys. Every one of them acting like he as interested in dating her and then ghosting.

Finally I decided to call her. We’d never spoken before.

“Do you enjoy it?” I asked her.

“I feel shitty afterard,” she said. “I don’t like the lying.”

“Do you cum?”

“I think I did once,” she said. “But not like when I touch myself.”

“Have any of them dominated? Made your fantasies come true?”

“No, daddy,” she answered. “Mostly they wanted blow jobs. We tried a couple of positions. I’ve done missionary and doggie.”

“How many times did you have actual sex?”

“Seven,” she said.

“Would you enjoy sex if that’s all it was? If there was no lying and you knew up front I’m not going to be your boyfriend?”

“Yes,” she said. “As long as there is no lying.”

“Do you still want to be a good submissive girl?”

“Yes, daddy.”

“Then I want you at my place. Friday night. I expect you to wear a nice dress and sexy underwear. Heels. If you disapoint me, I’ll send you home.”

“Yes, daddy. Can I spend the night with you?”

“If you do I expect you to bring something sexy to sleep in and something nice to wear the next day.”

That weekend she arrived right on time. A little early, actually. I could see her sitting in her car on the street, as if debating whether or not she

should come to the door or wait.

She decided to wait. When she finally came up the walkway I swung the door open before she could knock. Then came that awkward moment when she wondered ho

to greet a man she’d just met and was about to fuck. I could see she was debating a hug. I didn’t give her a chance.

“You’re right on time,” I said. “That’s a good girl.”

She smiled. She half went for the hug and I stepped out the way.

“The bedroom is down the hallway to your left, Corey.”

Her expression turned bashful. Then she quickly started down the hall.

She looked damn good in a floral wrap dress that hugged her barely contained tits. It came halfway down her thigh. As she walked I grabbed the hem and

flipped up. She spun around in surprise.

“I’m inspecting you,” I said. “And I didn’t tell you to stop. Put your hands on the wall.”

For a minute she looked frightened. Then she turned and put both hands on the wall. I slowly lifted her skirt again. She wad on black satin bikini briefs.

I rubbed my hand over her ass.

“Good girl,” I said.

Then nodded down the hall.

She walked quickly into the bedroom. The lamps were on. I pointed her to a spot between the bed and the big television. And then I took a seat at the edge of the bed.

“I want you to undress, Corey.”

“Like strip?”

“Yes”

She started to do a little dance. Trying to be sexy.

“Not like that,” I said firmly. “Like I say. I want you to open your dress. Slowly.”

She started undoing her dress and slowly unwrapped it. Her bra was black satin with lacy panels. Her tits looked incredible. She let the dress fall to the floor. Her long, blond curls hung over her shoulder. She had on black thigh high stockings and heels.

“Get on your knees,” I told her.

She dropped to the floor. I stood in front of her.

“Take my cock out.”

She fumbled with my belt and zipper. I wasn’t wearing underwear beneath my slacks. She finally got it out and started to take it to her mouth.

I grabbed her hair and jerked her head up.

“Does my cock look hard to you? Is it ready to be sucked?”

She shook her head and looked down.

“Excite me,” I said. “Touch your pussy.”

She slid her hand into her panties and started to touch herself.

“Do it for real, Corey. Play with yourself. I want to HEAR you. I want to see you turned on on.”

She started taking it more seriously.

“Pull your bra cups down. Play with your tits.”

She followed my command. Her big tits looked perfect. She played with her nipples and get one hand in her panties. She started moaning. I got hard.

“Now you can touch my cock,” I said.

She didn’t seem to hear me. She was getting really aroused.

“I want to finish, daddy.”

She groaned again.

“If you finish, it will be the last thing you and I do,” I responded. “I want you to keep rubbing that pussy, but don’t you dare cum. And you’re going to keep moaning and groaning with your mouth full of my cock.”

With one hand in her panties she took my cock and guided it beteen her plump lips. Her inexperience was obvious. She was sucking and licking with no real plan and I didn’t have the patience to teach her.

I grabbed the bag of her head and forced myself in deeper. She almost choked from my cock going down her throat. She looked up at me confused as I started fucking her face. After a few seconds she started rubbing her pussy in rhythm.

The first orgasm of the night never takes me long. I pulled out at the last minute.

“Jack me off,” I said. “On your tits.”

She grabbed my wet cock and started stroking it. She was better with her hands. And, really, anyone could have done the job at that point. I grunted and shot my load on her big titties. My cum covered her pretty bra.

“Is that all for tonight?” she finally asked after I caught my breath.

I laughed in response. We were just getting started.

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