Technology is a wonderful thing. We met on Tinder and pretty quickly exchanged numbers to be able to talk more easily. A few flirty texts turned to you sending topless pictures and then receiving some pictures of myself. You escalated things even more by sending a pic of your fingers plunged into your wet pussy as you looked at the pictures of my cock I’d sent you in exchange. My only response was a short clip of me jerking myself to your shaved slit. Then my phone started buzzing. You wanted a video call.
I answer, a bit surprised and even slightly embarrassed to be literally caught with my pants down. We talked face to face for a few minutes, lightening the mood, but neither of us trying to hide what we were doing where the other couldn’t see. I finally took the chance and switched to my camera facing away, showing you my dick as I stroked it, still envisioning your pic.
“I think this might be why you actually called though,” I guess correctly as you pan the camera down to your bare breasts before switching cameras yourself so that I can see what you’re doing between your legs.
“You might be right,” you tease me like you tease yourself. “I figured if you were jack off anyway, I may as well get to enjoy and maybe help you help me.” Your phone gets close enough for me to hear how wet you are as you finger yourself to me masturbsting. We talk sdirty, changing the angles for each other to get a better view of us fantasizing about the steamy sex we were imagining.
I get up stand on my knees, jerking myself faster until I finally sigh and let you see me blow my load onto a towel. I hear you moan and cry out as you climax to the sight, finally driven over the edge. We both laugh and talk a bit after we finish panting, and you even go so far as to use the bathroom while still discussing how much fun we had.
“So what are you doing tomorrow?” You ask, heavily implying us meeting up. I jokingly pretend to think about it before you interrupt me. “Me!” You exclaim laughing. “You doing me! You’re going to do what you did that towel to me.” I laugh with you and accept your suggestion.
“But I didn’t cum in that towel,” I say with a wink. You bite your lip, getting excited again. We cut things short so we don’t stay up all night sexting and sending more nudes, although there was some more of that.
The next day at work, all I could think about was what I was going to do to your petite body. I could barely get through the day as it was and then you woke up and started to send photos of yourself from bed, teasing ones at first and then of your perky tits before finally sending me yourself spread wide by two fingers. When I finally got off, I felt like I was going to explode, literally and figuratively. I followed the GPS to your house and knocked on the door, my cock bulging and ready in my pants. You answer the door in a silk nightgown, nipples hard and as clearly visible through the fabric as my erection in my slacks.
“Someone is about ready to bust,” you say as you feel my bulge before grabbing my belt and pulling me inside. You guide me to your couch and playfully push me down. Sinking between my knees, you start to undo my pants. “Long hard day at work?” You wink as you joke. “Oh fuck, it’s even bigger in person.” You admire as my shaft springs out from my boxers. You lean forward and I sigh as your lips wrap around the tip of my cock.
“Oh fuck,” I curse low as I feel that your tongue is pierced, something I hadn’t noticed before. You giggle and show it to me before going back to sucking me off.
“Don’t try to last, let me get this one out of the way before you fuck me.” You instruct me. I close my eyes and let you pleasure me until I can feel that I’m about to cum. I pat your arm to let you know and you deepthroat my dick, letting me cum in your mouth and down your throat. You gag a little but suck and swallow until I can’t take it anymore and grab your shoulders, pushing you back and laying you on to the coffee table, sending envelopes and trinkets rolling off of the edges of it.
I lift your nightgown, revealing your matching black thong; already wet and soaked with your excitement. I pull them to the side to get to your pink slit, knowing the abuse I’m about to deal to it. I put the head of my cock between your sweet lips and thrust it inside of your guts. You moan out as I pound you mercilessly with my newfound stamina.
“This what you wanted?” I ask, putting my hand around your throat and choking you so that the only way you can answer is to smile and nod your head. You lift your legs to give me a better angle into you and the coffee table slides a few inches as I continue to fuck you roughly. You push me back and I release your neck, letting you gasp for air as your face changes from deep red to a lighter shade.
“So while… while I’m fucking loving what you’re doing to me… this table is killing my back,” you pant. “Why don’t we go to my room for you to rearrange my insides?” You suggest. I agree and pull myself out of you, your creamy grool covering my cock. You lead me back to your bed and strip down, letting the nightgown fall from your shoulders. I see your breasts for the first time in person and the pictures you sent don’t do them justice at all. They’re perky and plump, nipples dark and small, hardened from your excitement. You peel of your dirty panties, soaked through and covered in your pleasure. I take them from you and wipe my dick off with them. The lace feels good on my skin.
“I’ll give you a pair before you go with me on it if you want,” you offer. “Something for you to enjoy while beating off.” I accept with a sly smile.
“If I can smell you on them, this is what I’ll be thinking about.” I admit. You wink at me and turn away, bending over the edge of the bed. I grab your hips and bend my knees to be low enough to enter your tight snatch. I force my way back into your grip and hump you slowly, but hard. Deep, methodical strokes, bottoming you out. You grab at the comforter, moaning as I fuck you passionately. “I’m gonna fuck your pussy until your knees buckles.” I threaten, taking a handful of your blonde hair. “Then I’m going to grab your hips and use you like a fuck toy,” I smack your ass with my other hand. “And when this is all said and done, I’m gonna cum in you as far as I can.” You moan and I can feel you shaking at just the idea of me ravaging you’re tiny body like that.
I speed up my thrusts, still going just as deep. I pull your head back by the fistful of your hair I have. Sweat beads on my forehead as I fuck you over the edge of the bed, dripping onto your ass as it claps against my thighs. Your knees shake and I can tell you’re close. I let go of your hair and use both hands to hold your waist, lifting it up and continuing to pound you closer and closer to climax. You bury your face in the sheets and scream as you orgasm, letting your whole body shake and spasm as I don’t stop.
I finally repent and let you slump to your knees with your chest still on the bed. You still moan and pant as you shake, your pussy throbbing from stimulation. You drag yourself onto the bed and roll onto your back, placing your hand over your snatch.
“You didn’t cum did you?” You ask me. I tell you I haven’t yet. “Fuck, I shouldn’t rubbed that easy one out.” You laugh. “I’m so sore already, fuck.” You rub yourself lightly. “Lay down, I’ll get on top and ride you so maybe I can walk tomorrow.” We both laugh and I do as you wish, laying down and propped up against the headboard. You exhale and get on top of me, stroking my cock and holding it to your stomach. “That’s how deep you’re inside of me.” You state, pointing at the head of my cock covering your belly button. “My tiny pussy isn’t used to this kind of treatment.” You day as you laugh.
“Well then it better get used to it, cause I could get used to a tight little plaything like you.” I counter. You lift yourself up and guide my dick inside of you, sighing as you sink down my length. You rock your hips, rubbing your clit on me as you close your eyes and lean back, showing me the bruise on your neck I left earlier. I play with your tits as you continue to gyrate, putting more pressure downward. I can feel the tip of my cock pressed firmly against your cervix, stretching you as much as I can without drawing blood.
“You gonna cum for me daddy?” You ask, running your fingers through my hair. I nod and hold your hips again, knowing I’m getting close. “When I feel you cum, it’s gonna make me cum knowing you just finished in me.” You encourage. “Come on, cum with me.” You say while you speed up your movement, making me explode whether I was ready or not. I moan out your name as I feel my cock pumping cum deep inside of your belly. You cry out as you feel it filling you up, scratching my chest as you orgasm again with me.
“Good girl,” I approve as you roll off of me. You reach a shaker hand over to the nightstand and grab your phone. I watch as you take pelfies of your creampie as it runs out of you onto the bed, your pussy still spasmning.
“Thank you daddy. I’ll send you those later when you’re at work.” You wink at me. I grin and kiss you, grabbing a handful of your boob at the same time. “I hope you’re off tomorrow so you can carry me around everywhere.”
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/hhrkin/a_tinder_date_mf_sexting_etc