Sooo this happened about a year and a half ago, which was sort of the golden age of Tinder, probably because they were still looking for users and hadn’t fully monetized the site, so I’d get a lot of matches any time I would go to a new city. I think they had an automatic boost whenever you changed locations, which made matching happen quickly and easily whenever I landed somewhere.
I changed my location to Paris and had been pre-swiping a bit in the days before my trip to see if I could set up some dates, although in honesty that never worked for ,e as well as I would hope. There’s something about the app that pretty much always works with momentum – so it’s sort of like chat lots, switch to WhatsApp, meet with as little delay as possible, and then whatever happens happens – and the bigger the gap between chat and meet, the higher risk of it not working out. But I did chat with one girl, Julie, who was clever and funny if a bit pudgy, and we set a date for Saturday afternoon of my arrival. We had a kind of ‘normal’ chat – a bit flirtatious, but no sexting or anything like that, although it seemed she was game.
And that was it, the half dozen or so other matches I got either never got off the ground, or fizzled quickly.
I landed that Friday a bit too late to really go out, so I hung out in my hotel room, swiping on Tinder, lying in bed half-naked and playing with my cock while swiping through the faces, imagining all the things I’d like to do, flitting from profile to profile and fantasy to fantasy.
Thanks to the arrival boost, I matched with another half dozen women in my hotel, although once again the convo only really took off with one girl – Anastasia – a Russian woman from Moscow – who was in many ways not exactly my type – she was very skinny with a short bob and ultra-fashionable (although elegant) clothing), and had something a bit boyish about her. But still, she was the only real convo I had to go on, and she suggested a date the following evening at a Tartar restaurant.
I was a bit hesitant to accept since I already had a date that Saturday afternoon, and thought that if I took this date, I’d reduce the chances of anything happening with Julie, but anyhow figured I could find some way to work around things – maybe I’d have a second date with Julie later in the week, or whatever, and I went to sleep content thinking about how I would love to fuck both Anastasia and Julie, playing with my cock, while imagining them both in all sorts of compromising situations.
Obviously the next morning I woke up with a raging erection, an incredible hunger. I opened up my Tinder, and sent some morning greetings and started flirting with both Julie and Anastasia a bit more heavily than I had the day before, to make them laugh, to make them hunger for our dates. I’m a very fast typer, so while I was chatting with both I continued to swiping on Tinder, still rubbing my cock. I matched with another girl, Katrina, from Uzbekistan, who had only a picture of her body, her face was covered by your hair, which normally would make me want to not chat, but I was too horny to really consider that an issue.
I no longer remember how, dinner conversation quickly turned very erotic, (I think I made a joke about giving her a spanking for being naughty) and Katrina revealed to me a deep hunger for BDSM, in which she was a total. Of course I started to tease and provoke her and tell her a few of the lovely filthy thins I’d done, and as I did I could almost feel her pussy get wet on the other side of the conversation. But when I started asking her about the things she thought about when she masturbated, Katrina was very hesitant to reveal me her desires. Maybe she was just shy, or maybe wasn’t able to articulate what made her juices flow, so I came up with a game with her to gauge her desires and interests:
I told her that I wanted her to imagine me doing things to her, and she should tell me from 1 to 10 how soaking wet these things made her pussy. I started to ask her:
– Spanking? 9.
– Biting 7.
– Slapping 8.
– Fucking her face till she gags, 5.
– Getting rules and tasks 10.
– Eating pussy 4.
– Watching me fuck another woman 2.
– Having another woman watch while I fuck her,11.
– Choking, 7.
– Being tied up, 10.
– Squirting, 12…
And so on, and so forth, finding out exactly what makes her tick, teasing her with ideas and words and promises.
What I liked the most was that, even though she was 30-something , Katrina had had no BDSM experience at all, and she was just as curious as she was inexperienced, which excited me to no end. I like nothing more than taking the lead with a woman who’s been hungering for new experiences, to fulfill fantasy after fantasy and give her pleasure after new pleasure, to grant her all the experiences she profoundly desires, and some that she didn;’t even knew she wanted. I love the initial encounters of figuring out for the very first time what makes her cunt hungry. And I told Katrina as much, knowing that on the other side she had her fingers deep in her pussy, which pleased me to no end.
Katrina then surprised me by making the first step, and asking me if I wanted to go out with her later that day. But with my two dates that day, there was no way I would have the time to meet her so I told her that I wasn’t free that afternoon evening, and half in jest, because I noticed she was only 2 km away, I asked her if she wanted to drink my cum for breakfast.
Yes, she said, taking me by surprise again. She could be near me in 30 minutes.
To be honest I was a little bit hesitant, since I didn’t know what her face look like, and I had these two other dates set up, but at that point after having chatted with her for an hour, my cock was so hungry for her pussy, and I was so excited about giving her of these new experiences that I offered to meet her at 11 o’clock I found a cafe right next to my hotel.
**First date: 11AM**
I went down to the cafe a bit early to find a good table, and I’m glad I did because the cafe was packed. I wanted to find a discrete corner for us to talk, which I finally did and sat and waited for her. When Katrina enteredI recognized her immediately even though I hadn’t seen her face. It was easy since she was the only Asian looking woman to enter the cafe. She was a wearing a light airy white summer dress, and as she entered my eyes scanned her body from top to bottom and I already undressed in my mind. Seeing her, I understood why she hid her face. I found her quite pretty but she had severe acne scarring on her face, of which she must have been embarrassed.
Katrina sat down in front of me, visibly nervous, tense. Although I wanted her to be comfortable, I also liked her anxiety, because I knew that this tension, which was almost palpable was keeping your pussy very wet. And that’s the first thing that I asked, to throw her off-balance and speak the unspeakable: Are you nervous? Yes. Is your pussy soaking? Yes. When I take you back to my hotel, what do you want me you do to you?
She started to tell me in great detail how she had always wanted to serve and please and submit and experience and know, how thoughts of giving herself over just drove her wild with desire…
She was burning with curiosity, a curiosity which I fully intended to fulfill. As Katrina was telling me these things, I could see your get more and more excited, more and more horny. I leaned towards her and looked at her straight in the eyes, and asked: Should I finger your cunt under the table right here? Looking around at the dozens of people sitting around us, she nervously told me that that was her fantasy but that she was far too scared. Well, I said, in that case I’d better take you back to the hotel.
And that’s exactly what we did. I brought her back to my hotel room which had a window overlooking the city. We entered the room and I pushed her up against the window and kissed her and then turned her to face the window, slid my hand between her legs and up her dress, pulling aside away panties, and slipped my fingers deep into her pussy, which was extraordinarily wet. I fingered her cunt till she came, which didn’t take long given the tension. I then undressed her there her on the bed and made a makeshift blindfold out of a tishirt, pinned her arms to the bed, fingered her some more until she came second time.
After two orgasms for her, I figured it was my turn as well. So I stretched her legs wide, lifted her hips in the air, slid my cock in her pussy, and fucked her nice and hard. When I was ready to cum, I pulled out of her quickly, yanked off my condom, slid my cock in her mouth, and fed Katrina my hot cum for breakfast, just like I had promised, and she swallowed it all like a good girl.
By that time was already 1 o’clock, and as my date with Julie was at two I made up some excuse, told her we would talk later, and quickly jumped into the shower.
**Second date: 2 PM**
After rushing a bit to take a shower, and making a half-assed attempt to make the bed, I ran out of the hotel at about 1:30, across the city to meet Julie for a coffee, arriving about 10 minutes late.
I won’t go too much into detail here, other than to say it was a pretty normal date. We got along well, and I found her somewhat attractive, but not extraordinarily so. Julie seemed similarly interested in me. We ended up day drinking a bottle of white wine on the Quais of the Seine, then kissing and fooling around a little bit in public, before I brought her back her to my hotel.
What I remember most from fucking Julie was that she had these incredibly soft luscious firm tits which I couldn’t stop biting and sucking, and that she was far more flexible and supple then I thought. I have the image of me fucking her from above with one hand and each ankle, her legs spread straight out in a full split, and me slamming my cock deep into her with incredible penetration. I remember the feeling of those outstretched legs in my hands, the image of my cock pounding into her wet pink pussy. But really, what I remember most was the thought in my mind that only three hours before I’d had my cock in another pussy on the same sheets in the same bed. I could see the image of my cock entering Katrina superimposed over the image of me penetrating Julie right there before me, and this idea me fucking them both in the same day turned me on so incredibly much that my own orgasm was loud and ferocious and violent and beautiful.
And after I came, I fingered her pussy until she did too, and quickly sent her on my way making some excuse because I knew I had to prepare myself for yet another date that evening.
**Third Date: 9 PM**
Me and Anastasia had made a date for dinner at a Tartar restaurant in the North of Paris. When I met her she was dressed very chic – a bright green skirt and white shirt – although she was even skinnier then I thought she would be. The restaurant was her suggestion, and the food was incredible, but somehow during our date we really weren’t clicking. Maybe I lost my hunger a bit, because I’d already fucked twice that day, but also possibly because she’s a different type than I normally like. I tend to go for very feminine voluptuous women, and Anastasia was more of the very thin tight body sort, the type of girl who works out, and she was also different in character – obviously very wealthy, very into fashion, fanciness and the high life, which is not really my thing. And I honestly thought that the date would end with nothing.
But after dinner Anastasia invited me to have a drink in a the bar on the river. Even if I still thought nothing would happen, I agreed because I didn’t really have anything else to do. But in the bar too, also nothing was happening. It was like pleasant polite conversation about the weather and work and movies and Paris and so on and so forth, all smalltalk really, and we were getting nowhere. As we were approaching midnight, and and I was already tired, I told her that I was ready to go home. But Anastasia insisted I stay for another drink ,which I agreed to. We sat there more or less silently for another 20 minutes with nothing left to say because we weren’t clicking at all. In fact I was even a little bit annoyed with her, but as we were finishing our last drink, all of a sudden she put her hands on mine. I rolled with the opportunity, and started kissing at the bar and as we were kissing I could feel this deep hunger inside of her. Although at the moment I wasn’t that into her, I liked the strength of her desire, and as we were kissing, I took one of her hands and guided it onto my hard cock under the table, and she started rubbing, eagerly.
We called a taxi to go to my hotel and fooled around in the taxi, and while doing that I remember being nervous about whether I had enough energy fuck again, and in fact, even whether I even had enough energy to get a erection. Too late now, I thought to myself as we kissed. We were already on the way to the hotel.
Up in the hotel, things got hard and heavy very quickly, and for some reason I started being very rough with her, biting her neck hard, pinching her nipples, ripping off her shirt literally, spanking her ass, maybe because she annoyed me a bit, and maybe because I felt I wasn’t that attracted to her, and was tired and kind of irritated that I gave in to her desire.
But as I started roughing her up, I could see that the rougher I was the hungrier she became. I slapped her in the face a few times, telling her what a whore she was, and each time her eyes rolled up back in head with pleasure. I remember grabbing her by the neck while she was still dressed, pressing her body against the windowsill in the same exact place I had fingered Katrina only hours before, a thought would obviously turned me on, flipping up her green skirt, pulling aside her panties, shoving my cock up in her tight little fuckhole, and fucking her while choking her.
Actually thinking back, it was surprisingly weird, because we didn’t really get along at all, but something in our bodies clicked, and Anastasia had this tight incredible pussy of skinny short girls, and she was extraordinarily horny and extraordinarily dirty and extraordinarily loud. Anastasia had a brutally loud which turned me on, but that I also felt could wake up the entire hotel. She kept shouting at me “Fuck me harder my little devil, fuck me harder.” “Make me your whore, little devil. Fuck me.”
Her hunger and wildness drove me crazy with desire. In a certain sense, luckily, I’d already come earlier that day twice, because her behavior made me so hard, I just kept fucking and fucking and fucking her, her mouthm her cunt, her ass, for what felt like hours. It’s like when you swim a lot and pass a certain threshold, you feel like you could swim forever. And that’s exactly how I felt. As if I could fuck her forever, Anastasia and her incredible cunt.
By that time I was honestly a bit drunk (we were continuing to drink a bottle of wine while we were fucking) and I don’t remember how the evening ended, only that Anastasia slept over, and when I woke up she was lying next to me still, and that I fucked her awake, shoving my cock deep in her still slumbering cunt before she left for work, and I collapsed on my bed for the afternoon wasted and hungover.
**Epilogue**
I never saw Katrina again, although other over several months we teased each other via email. I gave her tasks and rules and shared stories and we teased other, and we were planning to meet, but it never worked out.
Anastasia, I met twice more while in Paris, and fucked her silly both times, although we were still pretty much unable to hold a conversation. But she was super kind, and the day of my departure, she called for a private car on her boss’ work account to take me to the airport, which was a generosity that was completely unexpected, and still stays in my mind.
As for Julie, oddly enough, even if neither of us were interested in meeting again, I bumped in on the street two days after we fucked, walking around town with a guy was obviously a tinder date, and we sort of both smiled knowingly at each other, as she was doing the same thing I was more or less.
And now, as I write this story and remember all the events, it almost boggles my mind how it all coalesced into a single day. And how easy and fun it all was.
[A bit of relevant minor detail has been redacted to protect eventual identities]
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/bl44v2/three_tinder_dates_in_a_single_day_while_visiting
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