I (24F) got roughed up by a (33M) Tinder date [FM]

For several years, I had a Tinder account and was “open” if you see what I meant. While I generally preferred men that I would contact first (especially when I was in my ovulation, or horny in general), I left my profile open gave guys a chance to contact, and seduce, me.

He was one of those guys. His profile made it clear he was looking for one night stands. Dominant, authoritative, not vulgar in any way but making it clear he was into rough sex and was looking for “submissive” women who felt the same. Was into powerfliting and gave various weight he could lift. Had some AMAZING pecs on his pictures.

Guy was 6’3″ and showed abs on one of his pics. Good-looking, seemed serious and safe. Contacted me out of nowhere saying that “he would pound the shit out of me.” Yes, that was his opener, in a few more words. I have no idea whether those things work on not, but in the sea of 100+ guys writing to me, it sure got my attention.

In the first few lines of our conversations, he revealed he didn’t use condoms, and he didn’t pull out. “So you better be on the pill,” he said. I told him I was. He always said he didn’t like stopping. I sent him a seductive smiley in return, kind of dazzled by how aggressive and dominant he was.

“Looks like your pussy has been underused for a while,” he said.

“Possibly ;)” I flirted back.

“Thursday evening?”

“Can we meet at a coffee shop? Like Starbucks?”

“Let’s go to a movie if it will make you feel better.”

“Alright.” I sent him a few suggestions, and he agreed on a movie and a time.

“One last thing, you shouldn’t have to use it, but we need safeword. Pick one.”

“Hmm… I don’t have any idea, sorry.”

“As I said you most likely won’t need to use it, but just pick a rare word you can remember.”

“Still no idea!” I said again.

“Just pick the first rare word you can think of.”

Don’t ask me why, but the word was: “bombardier.”

“Fine, bombardier it is. You are warned, I won’t stop for any word except this one, so remember it.”

Met up at the entrance to the cinema. Briefly shook hands and introduced ourselves. Conversation was short. Tried to engage him on his work, his life, but he just answered in a few words, or flat out ignored me. Paid for my ticket, then we saw the movie.

He spoke only once in the movie, as the commercials and previews were coming to an end.

“May I put my hands around your shoulders?”

“Please do.”

We had popcorn and I enjoyed the movie a lot. Ended up putting my head on his shoulders and letting it rest there. He was super muscled up. It was comfy.

Movie ended, we walked out, and he got straight to it: “My place?” he said.

“I thought maybe we could go to a bar first for a few drinks?”

“I’ve got plenty of drinks at my place.”

“I know, but it would be nice to go to a bar.”

“What’s a bar going to change?”

“I don’t know,” I said.

“Exactly. So let’s go to my place.”

“Hanging out and talking a bit more would make me feel more comfortable,” I finally said.

He looked a bit irritated.. “I thought my Tinder profile was clear enough.” He shrugged. “But fine, let’s go for a couple of beers if it will make you feel better.

Ended up at some trendy pub, the kind with nice cocktails. One of my favorite places. I should tell you, I was super turned on at this point, so not quite sure why I gave him the runaround like that. Guess I just wanted to know him a bit better, feel I was safe. We ordered drinks, and he said I should be the one paying for him as I invited him. He had paid the cinema and popcorn, so fine.

I tried to talk to him and engage him, but he didn’t speak much. Got from him that he worked in construction. Wasn’t really into long term relationships. He “enjoyed” women, as he said.

I spoke for most of the evening. Talked and talked and talked – even though he didn’t talk much, when he did, he knew how to engage me. Told me all about myself, my studies, my job, etc.

At the end of my second cocktail (he hadn’t taken a second), I felt very, very comfortable with him.

“Should we go?” I said.

“Sure.” He finished his drink in one shot and grabbed my hand to lead me outside. Ended up walking to his place and he made me another cocktail. He had a nice, spacious condo on the upper floors of a highrise building. Took my coat like a gentlemen when we arrived and put it in a closet. Told me to get comfortable.

I was wearing a comfortable pair of jeans and tank top, my favorite. Just sexy enough. He poured himself a scotch, and invited me on the sofa to talk. As soon as I sat down and started talking, he looked at me with these eyes, seductive, aggressive eyes that say “I want you.” Ended up putting his scotch down and going all over me, kissing me. Forced me on my back, put his rock hard dick on my pussy and starting rubbing it gently over my clit, making me absolutely soaked wet. This guy was built like a tank and he was going to fuck the shit out of me.

“Can we take a little pause?” I said.

“We’ve taken enough pauses.” He removed my top, revealing my bra. He started to undo it as he kissed me, and once it came off, I said:

“Please, please, let’s slow down a bit.”

“Fine,” he simply said. He let himself lay on the sofa, on his side, and invited me lay with him. He started giving my breasts the absolute best massage of all times, playing with the nipples as he kissed my neck, until I was panting and, gasp, almost orgasming.

“Nice breast,” he said. “Firm, round, perfect nipples.” I was absolutely going nuts with horniness. I tried to turn around to remove his shirt, but he stopped me. “No no,” he said gently. “You’re going butt naked because I start to undress.” He forced me to turn around so I wouldn’t be facing him, still lying in my side, and kept playing with my breasts. Then, he ran a hand over my clit, over my jeans, which almost sent me overboard. He gently unbuttoned my pants and slid a hand in and started rubbing my clit gently. He commented on how wet I was already and how he would slide in me “like it was nothing.”

His touching brought me right after to orgasm, and he started sliding a finger in and out of me. “I’m gonna fuck the shit out of you, you know that?”

“Yes,” I said, about to come. Finger in, and I had a mini-orgasm. He kept rubbing me and caressing my breasts. I turned to kiss him, it was so good. He removed the few clothes I had left, then stood up, still fully dressed, but a raging erection clearly visible. He ordered me to walk to his room on all fours, naked, then go on his bed like that. That he was going to fuck me from behind “like the little bitch I was” and “take what was his and what I had teased him all night long with.”

I did as he asked, and he observed my naked body as I walked around his place on my hands and knees, naked. “As soon as the door closes, I’m going to fuck you with everything I’ve got and nothing can stop me, except the safe word. Hope you remember it.”

God I wanted his dick in me, “Yes,” I said. I got in and got on his bed on all fours as he had ordered. Then, I waited. Several minutes. Finally he came, shutting the door behind him. He slapped my ass hard, then climbed on top of me, pinned my head against a pillow, and fucked me so hard I was certain he was going to split me in to. He was HUGE and he was strong, he could prevent me from moving at all with seemingly little force, and he liked to go deep and hard, he thrusted so hard my head would sometimes bump against the wall. He put his weight on me and almost crushed me, his dick was just rushing in and out of me, each time making me orgasm a bit. God he was fucking me hard.

Finally I couldn’t take it anymore and came, squirting all over him, but he was far from stopping. In one move, he lifted me off the bed, then had me bend over his desk, and kept fucking me like nothing happened. I tried to move a bit, and he didn’t seem to like it, as he moved a way for a little bit and came back with handcuffs. Locked my hands behind my back and then there was nothing I could do except accept my fate.

“You go on Tinder like a slut, you get fucked like a slut,” he said. Soon, my pussy was very sore as he was just way too rough, and it felt he was nowhere near coming. The pleasure outweighed the pain however and I ended up having some kind of forced orgasm, squirting all over him.

“Stop. Squirting,” he ordered me. “Holy shit, you made a mess.”

Turned me around, put me on my knees, and had me suck him. Secretely I was just glad my pussy was getting a rest. Damn, he had a huge, hard as rock dick – so this had been the thing pounding me from behind.

“Alright, enough.” Had me stand against a wall, hand still cuffed behind my back, then took me from behind again. This time, he put a hand on my clit and started rubbing it gently as he fucked me. Once again, I was forced to orgasm, and once again, it felt absolutely amazing. “Isn’t that what you wanted you fucking whore?” He put me on the bed, on my back, still handcuffs. Ordered me to spread my legs. I looked down and noticed my clit was all swollen.

“Is that really all you can take you fucking slut?”

“No sir.”

“You’re not going to safeword me, are you?”

“No sir.”

He got on top of me, and penetrated me again. I was wet as hell so he had no problem getting in, but I still winced a bit in pain. My back was crushing my hands locked behind it, not tight, but the weight was bit, and I was sore all over.

“I’m gonna take what I need from you, okay?” He shoved it all the way in again, his whole weight bouncing on me, his dick coming in and out with full force.

After a minute, the pain became unbearable and I told him “stop stop stop stop, it hurt too bad.” I was about to use the safeword, hoping he would respect it (but having no doubt he would)

“What is it?” he said angrily.

“Pussy hurts too bad.”

“I knew your pussy had been underused for too long, I knew. So what am I supposed to do now, huh? You gonna leave me like that?”

“No sir,” I approached my mouth to suck him.

“I don’t want to come in your mouth, I want to come in your pussy.”

“If you… allowed me to go on top, perhaps, I could be gentler…”

“I don’t want you on top. And I don’t want gentler suck. Did you even read my Tinder profile?”

“Yes sir.”

“And you can’t take it anymore?”

“Not my pussy, no sir.”

“Goddamnit,” he said, as he removed my handcuffs. “Fine, get out of here. I’ll see if I can get another Tinder chick.”

“Sir…” I felt genuinely bad. As if I had let him down. The orgasms he had given me had been absolutely amazing.

“Get out, we’re done,” he said. Plain and simply rejecting me. He was already on his phone.

“Alright, alright. I’m sorry.”

I laid on my bed and spread my legs. “Please be a bit more gentle this time.”

“I can’t make that kind of promise.”

“Alright, I’ll just stop if it hurts too bad…”

“You gonna cock tease me again?”

“No sir.”

He grumbled, and finally got over me. He was a bit more gentle in the first thrusts, but soon he was back almost at full strength, plowing through me. It started to hurt, but my ego prevented me from saying anything. I clinched my teeth, secretely hoping he would end soon. From missionary, it was a bit better, but soon my pussy it was tired from getting pounded for fifteen minutes straight.

Then, as the pain became almost unbearable, I was shocked to find myself orgasming. I… I would have never seen it coming, but I through the mild to moderate pain, or perhaps it would be more accurate to call it discomfort, I had a powerful orgasm that lasted for a full minute, and during it, he pinned me with his hands on the bed and started fucking me harder and harder, making my orgasm even stronger. The pain and soreness had suddenly became pleasure, and he seemed to enjoy toying with me like that, because he came right as my orgasm was at its top and I was screaming against my will, feeling too much pleasure.

Shoved all the way, stopped moving, and filled me with cum.

“Good girl,” he said. “Looks like you can take a dick after all.”

Stood up, his dick now limp, and went around his place to pick up his clothes. “You are quite something, Sarah. Very few girls make me cum on their first fuck.” He ordered me to dress up. I picked a kleenex to clean myself but he yanked it away, saying I was a slut, and I was going home with a messy pussy full of cum like a slut.

He then handed me a $20 bill and said he was keeping my panties; a tradition of him, apparently, he said he had a whole collection. He ordered me to dress up, then led me to the door. No kisses, nothing. “Call me when your pussy feels better and you can’t wait to get more,” he simply said. “But be warned, next time I won’t hold back. I stopped when you told me, next time I won’t -only your safeword will.”

I felt his cum dripping in my jeans as I walked home. Couldn’t believe it. I was on a cloud, but also worn out. No panties, so there was a huge spot wet with my cum in my jeans. My pussy and clit were red and swollen, but GOD did it feel good. I remember thinking that’s how a man was supposed to use a woman – take what he needs, and indeed he had. He had really roughed me badly, but it was some of the best sex I had ever gotten.

Next day was kind of calm, then the day after I was just super horny and texted him, begging him for more. He said “your pussy healed fast” and “maybe I didn’t fuck it as hard as I thought, it should have taken you at least a week to recover.” He finished saying “Either that or you are really that slutty. Which I also like :)”

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/eu1qjz/i_24f_got_roughed_up_by_a_33m_tinder_date_fm