Flying interstate to fuck a Tinder sex goddess [FM] [part 1 – long]

So I’m writing this because a) I like reading stories here b) it’s fun to relive and c) Alice told me I should.

Who’s Alice? basically a sex maniac/goddess who has very happily decided to come into my life. Exhibitionist, wildly kinky, and appreciates a well-crafted sext, hence her wanting me to write this (when I send her the link she’ll have a lot have fun getting off to it knowing how many people are reading about the way she gets fucked). I’ll give the background on us because to me it makes things way hotter – skip down depending on your level of horniness/patience

Who am I? mid twenties, shortish brown curly hair and stubble, not a male model or anything but in pretty decent shape. Did gymnastics when I was younger so forearms also get some good feedback. People say nice things about my face sometimes. Eyelashes are apparently a highlight. I guess this is the part where I describe my cock – I honestly never felt like it was that big when I had less experience, but I’ve been told it is (and checked they weren’t stroking my ego) and more importantly been told that it FEELS big . Anyway, 6.5” long and 5.5” around, apparently the girth is where it’s at. It gets the job done and gets compliments. Personal favourites have included “that belongs in the Sears catalogue of dick”, “dick prince” (thanks Alice) and “you have a classically beautiful penis” (not a sentence I would ever have expected to hear…).

Alice AND me: matched on Tinder. She’s also mid twenties, very pretty, blonde shoulder-length hair, pale skin, slim, but with absolutely ridiculous tits. Completely natural vintage-Playboy-model-perfect. I’m starting with her looks because realistically they’re the first thing I noticed, but they’re definitely not the main thing that attracted me to her. She looks pretty similar to Blake Lively if you need a visual reference. Anyway, the conversation was good, the banter was flowing, aaaaand… she told me she was leaving that day and lived on the other side of the country (I’m on the East coast, she’s on the West and was in town for work). I was disappointed, not shattered (this was only about five messages in), but we kept talking. And kept talking the next day when she was back home. And kept talking…

So it turned out as well as being really hot, she was also incredibly smart, ambitious, successful, fucking hilarious, confident and assertive. Everywhere except in bed, which is perfect for me because kinky filthy fun with someone submissive is great, but I have approximately 0 interest in that dynamic outside of sex. It was pretty clear we were both pushing the conversation a particular way – funny selfies getting more suggestive, casual innuendo, you probably know the drill. The tension was a LOT of fun, . You know how some memories are just crystal clear? Yeah. One text in particular with a picture: ‘I have a feeling I’m going to do whatever you tell me to do whenever you tell me to do it and I’m really deeply going to enjoy it.’ The first time we talked on the phone (I called while she was masturbating to some pictures/texts I’d sent, which she said was audacious/hot/got me serious kudos from her girlfriends) I found out she had had a very proper British accent, which immediately made everything five times filthier in my mind.

Long story short, the chemistry was ridiculous but we decided that it would be absolutely crazy to fly across the country to meet.

But also decided that it would be crazier NOT to do that. So I did the totally rational thing on a Wednesday and bought plane tickets for Friday afternoon, telling my boss I’d be leaving early. At this point we’d been talking for exactly ten days, and it felt both slightly terrifying and weirdly normal.

This story isn’t actually about that weekend though, it’s about the next one. There’s a strong chance some things from those times are included because we probably spent somewhere between ten and twenty hours out of the forty-eight fucking each time, and it kind of blurs together in my mind. If this goes down well I might write about them – the first time we had sex (mind-blowing), turning the kink up a notch the next night, shower sex (including the first time I bent her over and fucked her ass), tying her down spread-eagled to her bed and spending a lot of time patiently working through a table full of toys and BDSM gear, forcing her to take a spanking til she couldn’t take any more, training her to deepthroat me, fucking her bent over a hotel balcony. Etc.

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So yeah, not about those things – this is about what is one of my favourite recent sex memories.

I really like giving massages. Massage porn – hot. Rubbing down every inch of hot women with oil? Sign me up. It’s also just really nice to make someone feel good. This backstory has probably been a bit excessive so I’m just going to jump into it.

The key to a good erotic massage is realising the massage itself is erotic; there’s no need to try and force it. Anticipation is the main thing – making sure she knows what’s coming, that the buildup is going to be slow and inexorable, and that by the end she is going to be getting FUCKED.

Alice was wrecked from a long work week. It was a Friday and I’d just flown in and cooked her dinner. I put candles and music on while she was showering, and melted some coconut oil in a bowl. When she came out she looked absolutely fucking glorious and laid down face down on the bed. I could feel my cock move just thinking about what was going to happen.

I got started with her shoulders and arms, then moving into her back and neck. This was an actual massage, working out her kinks and knots, but also occasionally putting a bit more pressure on the side of her neck to remind her of what was going to happen. I worked my way down her back gradually, straddling her legs. Before I got to her ass I pressed one hand down on the back of her neck, kissed down her lower back and ass, then moved down and started from her calves, pressing hard with firm, rhythmic strokes. As I got further up her thighs her breathing got deeper and moans got louder, I could see her back moving up and down and her hips starting to move unconsciously back and forth. I could see how wet she was already and hadn’t even gone near. The room smelled like coconut and pussy. Heaven.

I grabbed her thighs hard and pulled them apart, but didn’t end the tension yet. More loooong strokes up the inside of each thigh til eventually I got to her ass. Kneading and rubbing, getting closer and closer to her pussy, she was dripping by this point and thrusting her hips to try and get my hands where she wanted them. I straddled one leg and told her to stop moving.

‘Fuuuuck’ she breathed out, but kept rocking her hips. I stopped rubbing, pressed one hand onto the back of her neck, pushing her down into the mattress, and bent down and whispered in her ear. ‘You need to be a good girl for me and stop moving, or I’m not going to give you what I know you want. Are you going to do that?’ ‘Yes yes yes I’ll be good’. I could happily get myself off to audio of that for weeks. Something about the accent, but mostly knowing this incredibly strong (sounds corny but it’s true) woman was melting and submitting under my hands was a huge turnon. I got more oil and moved to the crease right next to her pussy at the top of her thighs, rubbing back and forth so the edge of my hand just brushed her lips. I was turned on out of my mind and tempted to just bury my cock inside her, but really wanted to keep the buildup going.

Eventually I flipped her over onto her back. God, her tits covered in oil in the candlelight and the look on her face… I started again on her neck and chest, not taking much time to get to her tits. I squeezed them through my hands, then pinched a nipple hard. She gasped and let out a moan, panting and trying to move her hips to rub herself against my leg. I pinched again and twisted, and she moaned harder. It took a LOT of self control not to just fuck her face, especially knowing how much she would have loved it. I grabbed a handful and lightly slapped across it, and she let out a kind of animal yelp/moan/groan. I did it again, harder, on both sides, rhythmically, deliberately, smack smack smack smack smack, then bent my head and started sucking on her perfect pink nipples.

I moved down again, rubbing my way back up her thighs. I thought she was dripping before, you could genuinely have done a Slip n Slide with how wet she was (and we basically did at the end, hilariously). I had both hands with my thumbs against the outside of her pussy, rubbing up and down and pressing inwards. I kept my left hand there and kissed up her thigh til I was licking where my hand had been. Swapped hands and started up the other leg. When I finished I put one hand just above her clit, pushed down and back and just breathed lightly on it. Her hips KICKED and I knew she was exactly where I wanted her.

I’m going to leave it there for now. Not doing a “if the feedback’s good I’ll write part two” thing, I just want to get something up before I start chapter 2. Thoughts, questions, comments, concerns? Feedback is welcomed.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9yl1z4/flying_interstate_to_fuck_a_tinder_sex_goddess_fm

5 comments

  1. Absofuckinglutely hot!!!! I’m like you, my friend. I LOVE giving to the woman, but being in control of it. Giving massages are the best!!!

  2. The accent! Great story. Would LOVE pics. Please put them in Reddit format not imgur! Can’t open that shit! Great story…please continue

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