[MF] A Tinder match turns out being the best fuck I’ve ever had [Long]

This story took place a few years ago when I was 24, but it’s one that I constantly think about. Sitting down and thinking about all of the details of my time together with this girl gets me so worked up. Hell, I’m in a relationship now and I still find myself regularly going back to this girl’s photos and memories when I’m masturbating. This is my first story, so please, bear with me.

I had always had mixed results on Tinder. I got a few dates out of it, one or two lays maybe, but nothing to write home about. Part of that probably has to do with my looks – I’m 6’4″ with an average build and an incredibly average face (maybe a 6 on a good day). I am fairly well endowed and know how to please a woman, but that’s not exactly something you can broadcast on a dating platform without sounding like a jackass. This was something that worked out to my advantage in college – being in a fraternity, word got around quick within the sororities regarding who in each frat was worth fucking. After I graduated, however, you could say the honeypot ran out. Thus, Tinder.

I was swiping away one day when I came across Kate. I swiped right and we matched. Kate was 21, and just my type – 5’4”, brunette, C cups, a slim toned body with wide hips, and a nice sized ass. She shared a name with a particularly crazy ex of mine, so in my mind, the right way to start the conversation was,

Me: “I had an ex named Kate, and she was a crazy bitch. Are you crazy too?”

Kate: “Haha, I guess you’ll have to find out!”

Me: “I guess the silver lining was that she was crazy in bed, too. Funny how that works.”

Kate: “I love kinky sex! What are you into?”

I couldn’t believe that response, honestly. I’m not quite sure why I went straight to talking about sex, as that wasn’t my usual mantra, but I was excited that it actually seemed to have worked for once.

Me: “I guess you’ll have to find out!”, I threw her own line back at her. “What are you up to Friday night?”

That’s all it took. Honestly, I thought it was too easy. I had to be getting catfished or something. She was gorgeous, easily a 9. We traded phone numbers, and Snapchats. And she was real! We started trading snaps, first pretty tame, but increasingly flirty as time went on. By night 2, we had really dialed up the intensity; we were trading naked snapchats and telling each other what we were going to do to each other when we met up. I was trying to leave some of what I was into “yet to be discovered”, but she did manage to get out of me that I had a kink for being a bit of a dom. She responded well to that – she said that she prefers being told what to do.

By the time Friday night rolled around, both of us were bursting with anticipation and desire. Kate wanted to meet at a bar close-by my house, “just in case you’re an axe murderer or something”, as she said. I happily agreed. I drove down the street to the local watering hole, walked in, and there she was. I sat down next to her, flagged the bartender, and ordered us a round of drinks. Immediately it was apparent that the sexual chemistry we shared over text had translated over to our in-person meeting. We made small talk, the usual bullshit – she was still in college, pursing some degree that went in one of my ears and out of the other – I was too busy doing my best to undress her with my eyes. A third of the way into our tall draft beer, my hand was running up and down her leg. Two thirds of the way into our tall draft beer, my hand had made its way up her leg and was resting on her pussy, which, even through her yoga pants, I could feel warmth and wetness radiating from. Her hand had similarly made its way up my leg to my already throbbing cock – I still remember the smirk she gave me when her hand found it. I could have bent her over the bar and fucked her right there. We took the final sip of each of our beers.

Me: “So, are you satisfied that I’m not an axe murderer?”

“Take me back to your place and fuck me, daddy”, she whispered in my ear, nibbling on it a little. Somehow right then my cock got even harder than it already was somehow.

It was only about a two mile drive back to my house, but it felt like the longest two miles of my life. She tailed me back to my place in her car, and I could barely see straight in anticipation to what was next.

I let her inside my house, and the second I did, she pushed me up against a wall and shoved her tongue down my throat. I reciprocated, but not for long. I’m the dom, and she was into that, remember? I ran my hand along her cheek, and swiftly grabbed her by the throat and pushed her off of me.

“Who said you were in charge tonight?” I snarled, my hand still around her neck.

“I’m sorry daddy, I didn’t mean to” she pleaded with me, exaggerating a playful frown.

“My room is upstairs and to the right. I will be with you in a moment.” I replied.

Without another word, she turned around and marched up the stairs. “This is going to be a fun night”, I thought to myself. I waited a minute or two, grabbed a beer for each of us, and walked upstairs into my room.

When I walked into my room, I was greeted by the sight of Kate, naked, on her knees facing the door. “I’ve been waiting for you” she said, as she beckoned me forward. Before I could even get a word out, she had her hands on my belt, undoing it as quickly as she could. After pulling my pants down to the floor, she looked up at me with her beautiful green eyes, winked, and took the entire length of my cock into her mouth. I immediately moaned in pleasure – I’ve had a lot of girls come damn close to deepthroating all of my cock, but none had succeeded in taking the entire length of me in their mouth. She began working herself on my cock – nice and slow to start, taking a break only to run her tongue down my shaft. All I could do is stand there in pure ecstasy as I watched this little nymph whom I had only met in person an hour ago suck my cock as if her life depended on it. She maintained eye contact with me the entire time, which is something that drives me absolutely wild. There’s just something about a girl staring into your soul while she sucks your cock. As she continued to pick up the pace, I reached around the back of her head and began face-fucking her. The sound of her gagging on me coupled with the sight of drool pouring out of her mouth running down her face almost made me cum on the spot.

“Enough”, I commanded. She looked up. “Did that feel good, sir?”

I replied, “Your mouth feels amazing. What about your other holes?”

Without a word, she got up off of the floor and laid on my bed. “Come find out, sir.”

“No, not quite yet”, I responded. “How do you feel about being tied up?”

“I’d love that, sir”, she responded.

Not wasting any time, I opened the bottom drawer to my nightstand, filled with all sorts of fun things that the bottom drawer of a nightstand should be filled with. I pulled out a few items – a blindfold, restraints, and a ballgag. Her eyes lit up when she saw what I had grabbed.

“I’ve never been tied up before, sir” she admitted to me.

“Are you okay with this?” I asked.

“Yes sir, I trust you. Please make me feel good, daddy.”

That’s all I needed.

I started by restraining her wrists, followed by her ankles. I placed the ballgag into her mouth and strapped it around her face. Lastly, I placed the blindfold over her eyes, and made sure she couldn’t see a thing.

I started at her feet, kissing my way passionately and slowly up her legs until I reached her pussy. It was absolutely drenched. “Did sucking my cock get you wet baby?” “Mmhmmm”, she managed to make out from behind her ballgag. I teased her the best I could, kissing and licking her soaked lips, until all at once I placed my tongue right on her swollen clit and left it there. She let out a huge moan in pleasure as my tongue had finally found where she wanted it.
Ladies and gentlemen, I ate that pussy like it was my last meal. I pulled out all of the tricks in my book to make sure she was enjoying herself. And that she was. The sexiest sound I’ve ever heard is her moaning in pleasure through a gag. I started to finger her while my tongue continued to work her clit, and before long, she let out a muffled scream as she came and squirted on my hand. I removed the ball gag from her mouth and shoved my finger into her mouth, allowing her to taste her juices on my finger. After I pulled my finger out, she started to say, “Sir, I’ve never squirted bef-“ but she was cut short, as I replaced the gag.
I got on top of her, and slowly inserted my absolutely throbbing cock into her tight hole. She moaned in pleasure as I took my time sliding into her pussy, stretching it out around me. Fuck, she was tight. And did I mention soaked?

I began thrusting into her as her pussy got used to my size. She was grinding against me as best she can while tightly restrained to my bed. Fuck, it was so hot. I am pretty good at pinching it until I’m ready to cum, but she really tested that. I wanted nothing more than to just blow my thick load inside of her cunt, but I held myself back. Feeling me slow down, she began grinding against me more urgently than before. “You only want one thing, don’t you, you little slut”, I unintentionally yelled at her. Another muffled “Mmmhmmm” from behind the gag. Fuck. I played with her rock hard nipples with my tongue as I fucked her, as I was running my hands up and down her sexy body. I felt her pussy clench tight around my cock as she let out a muffled scream and came again.
After another minute or two, I was nearing the limits of my ability to hold myself off from cumming. I pulled the gag off of her once again, and told her, “I’m getting close to cumming baby. Make me cum.”

That sweet little mouth of hers started spouting the most vile, sexy things I think I’ve heard to this day. As I continued fucking her, she moaned, “Fuck yes daddy, I’m your little slut. Use that fucking pussy baby, it is all yours, all I want is to make your cock feel good.”

Damn, maybe I should have left the gag off the entire time.

“Tell me where you want my cum baby”, I managed to get out.

“Daddy please fill me up with your cum. I want you to cum deep inside my worthless cunt. Fill my pussy up with your hot cum, sir.”

Yes ma’am.

I took a few more deep pumps inside her pussy, and orgasmed harder than I ever have in my life. I shot rope after rope of my cum deep inside of her, just as she begged me to do.

I laid there for a few moments after finishing, still inside of her. I gathered my composure, and pulled out of her, and watched my cum drip out of her. I fucking love seeing that.
She made a motion with her head as I stood up off of her, and said, “Daddy…I want more”. Usually my refractory period is 15-20 minutes, but not that night. My cock instantly jumped back to attention. I sat on her chest as she once again took my cock inside her mouth, licking our combined taste off of it. “Mmmm we taste good, sir”, she said. I replied by inserting my cock in her mouth again.

She let me face fuck her just like that, still tied to the bed, blindfolded, until once again I felt myself nearing orgasm. She must have felt me getting shaky, because she reached behind me, placed her hands on my ass, and pulled me deeper into her mouth, all while continuing to suck. I moaned, “I’m going to cum!” and she kept going faster and faster until I came, shooting my load down her throat.

I got off of her and took her blindfold off. She licked her lips and smiled at me. “I love your cum”, she said with a very serious face.

We cracked those beers open that I had grabbed when we first got home, and that was pretty much it. We watched some TV, smoked some weed, and she ended up staying the night. She woke me up in the morning for round three. Round three was sans restraints, so I got to see her sweet petite body arched on all fours for me. That morning was also when we discovered that a thumb up her ass makes her squirt even harder than she did the night prior. Fuck, I can still see her on her hands and knees on my bed with her back arched, waiting for my cock.

When she left that day, she texted me, “Can I tell you something? That was by far the best sex I’ve ever had.”

We never ended up dating – but for a few months, she’d come over about three times a week. It was always the same routine, which I didn’t mind one bit – the minute she got to my house, she’d march herself up to my room, strip naked, and wait for me on her knees like a good slut. We ended up parting ways amicably. I have a fiancée now, and she has a boyfriend, but some days (especially today), I wonder what my little slut is up to, and if she misses my cock as much as I miss her tight holes. Unfortunately the best I have now is memories like these, and a bunch of photos she sent me or let me take of her, to let my imagination wander.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ghxgcj/mf_a_tinder_match_turns_out_being_the_best_fuck