[MF] My First Tinder Date Was a Girl With Self-Proclaimed Daddy Issues

I resisted the app for years, but I suck at meeting people in real life, so I finally downloaded it three years ago. And I was proud of the line I came up with to cap off my bio, “If you can’t handle me at my Andy Dwyer, you don’t deserve me at my Star Lord.”

That got me a few matches and conversations, and even a super like, from a girl named Mary. She was 22 (I was 29 at the time). This was back when you could link your instagram to your tinder, which led me to find a slew of her lovely pictures. She was the definition of thicc. Ample DD breasts, gorgeous thighs, and an ass that looked incredible in some of the hula hooping videos she posted. She also had long brown hair and these big, expressive brown eyes.

We traded some banter over Parks and Rec, and over one of the other bits from my bio– mentioned how I like to be called “Daddy”. She pointed out that it was bold to put something like that there, but to me, that was the point. No sense in beating around the bush– I figured I’d just present who I am and what I like. She called that attitude “Big Dick Energy”– my first introduction to the term and an assessment I was happy with.

When we eventually met, it was at a bar a couple miles from my house. There was bar trivia happening, but I got us a booth as far away from the noise as possible. She had a vodka soda and I, a jack and diet. We continued our conversation about tv and I distinctly remember disagreeing with her about something, and her smiling. She said she was used to steamrolling people and that she liked being called on her bullshit.

She asked me what being a Daddy meant, and I told her that it was not just about discipline and a power dynamic, but about a certain flavor of nurturing and affection that comes with it. She was pleased by that answer, and she blushed, going silent for a moment. We were halfway through our drinks, but I invited her back to my place and she accepted.

At my place, I got us some more drinks and offered her some weed, which she accepted. We were sitting on the couch after smoking, and I wanted to kiss her, but she asked to lay her head on my lap. Of course I let her, and began stroking her hair back while she curled up on her side. She was practically purring, and I knew she could feel me starting to get hard. She wasn’t deterred, though; she seemed to nuzzle against the bulge in my jeans.

That prompted me to get bold with my free hand, stroking her legs and her stomach, complimenting her body and her face. Mary shifted onto her back to look up at me, and my hand found its way to her throat, to test the waters. Her eyes rolled back in her head. “Yes,” she whispered, and I gripped a little harder around the sides, but without cutting off her windpipe. She nodded and looked at me with what I can only describe as utter submission.

I told her to sit up, and she did. I kissed her hard and she reciprocated fiercely. She straddled my lap and gripped the back of the couch as I tightened a fist in her hair and bit her neck. As my teeth ran across her ear, I paused, “Here’s what’s going to happen. You’re going to get up. You’re going to go to my room with me. You’re going to lie down and let me undress you until I make you cum on my tongue. Then you’re going to beg me to fuck you. Is that understood?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

My tone softened, “And if at any point, you want me to slow down or take it easier, you’re going to tell me immediately, ok?” Mary complied again, and I let go. We rushed downstairs and I practically tackled her onto the bed, pinning her wrists above her head and enjoying the free reign I had over her body.

I squeezed her breasts through her top, occasionally choking her a little more, or having her suck on my finger. We hurried her top off, along with all three hooks on her red bra, and I explored her full breasts eagerly, sucking and licking and pinching her nipples.

I peeled her yoga pants off to reveal her matching red panties, through which I kissed her, eliciting a gasp. She was wet through her panties, and clenching her powerful thighs to trap my head, but I kept teasing her.

Her thighs, her calves, the creases near her inner thighs all received attention before I took her thong off as well. She was freshly shaved, and had those thick lips that protrude a little around her engorged clit. She kept on grabbing my head to push me down, but I kept on swatting her hands away, eventually warning her she wouldn’t get to cum if she kept at it.

That seemed to keep her behaved.

I took my time, licking around her swollen lips and praising how she tasted. Finally, my tongue entered her.

Her thighs clenched again, and I hooked one arm around a leg to help keep them spread. With my other hand, I began probing her pussy lips. I slid a finger inside, letting her rock her hips and showing me exactly which areas she wanted touched.

I kept that finger still and added a second, focusing my lips and tongue on her clit. It didn’t take long before she warned me, “Daddy, Daddy,” she repeated, “Please I’m going to cum.” Only then did I begin curling my fingers against her gspot.

I felt her thighs clench and then relax and clench again as she soaked my beard and the mattress beneath us, gushing her climax as she howled into a fistful of blanket. I kept going, waiting for her to push me away, but she never did. Her orgasm must have lasted the better part of a minute until my fingers got tired.

Only when she finally released my head from her vice grip did I hear her softly chanting, “Please, please, please.” I offered her my wet fingers and she cleaned them without a word, looking at me with pleading eyes and continuing to beg. “Please fuck me Daddy, please give me your cock.”

I hurriedly removed the rest of my clothes and donned a rubber before bringing her legs up around my waist and lining myself up with her slit. I fell forwards, kissing her hungrily as she began bucking her hips and fucking me from below.

I tried to match her energy, but every ounce of energy I gave her seemed returned twofold. I pushed myself up with my arms to lift my hips with every thrust, and I remember slipping out accidentally, another gush of cum following. Plunging back inside, I pounded into her with all my might until she pulled my face down and started begging for my cum.

I held out as long as I could, but eventually sink in as deep as her hips would let me and erupted. I filled the condom so much I thought it would break, her arms squeezing me and quivering with each spurt.

We relaxed next to each other and cozied up for what felt like forever until it was time for me to clean up and walk her out.

I wish I still had some of the texts she sent me the next day, stuff like, ‘Sex shouldn’t be that good the first time,’ and other superlatives that stroked my ego. We saw each other as fwb’s for a few months, during which Mary told me that her actual dad was in prison for seducing a student, and other things that would make Freud’s head spin.

She’s in a relationship now, but she and her bf have invited me for an mfm threesome a few times, and as they’re two of of the very few vaccinated people I know, I’ve joined them gladly. Making her cum as intensely as she is wont to do is still a great joy in my life.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/lo93xd/mf_my_first_tinder_date_was_a_girl_with