I shared this story with a friend here on Reddit and decided to post it to this sub as well. It is probably equal parts humorous as it sexy… and I apologize in advance as this may be a bit long. You can scroll to the “===============” marker to jump straight to the naughty part.
A group of us were in NYC to cheer up a buddy who had recently gone through a divorce. It was a standard brotastic weekend, mostly harmless and filled with drunken laughs, machismo driven competition, and way too much food. At times, I can be an extreme introvert and knowing this, I had lied to the rest of the group and said I was actually departing about 12 hours earlier than actually scheduled – giving me a good excuse to turn in early on the last night of the trip. My plan was to get some good sleep while everyone was out on the town, wake up to leave early in the morning, and enjoy a full day to myself to just walk the city and maybe people watch while enjoying an audiobook.
Anyway, as I’m winding down in bed, I absent mindedly decide to browse tinder because, why the hell not? Tinder is always a precarious endeavor but idle minds and hands care little about such consequences. I end up matching with a cute girl and we chat for a bit. I mentioned I’m really only in town for one more day and really didn’t have any clear cut expectations or intentions with our conversation; but she seemed cool and we appeared to have a decent rapport. Eventually we decide to meet for coffee in the morning and she agreed to keep me company while I killed time before my train departure later that evening.
The next morning, I get cleaned up and head over to the agreed upon coffee shop and get there a few minutes early. Eventually I get a text saying she’s arrived and I look up to spot her. I don’t immediately see her but instead another woman approaches me slowly and asks if I’m me. I look at her puzzlingly for just a split second before I realize I’ve just been catfished. Doing my best to take it in stride, I nod, stand, give her a half-hearted smile and cordial handshake, and allow her to join me.
Now this lady wasn’t completely unattractive, but she was definitely not the girl from her profile photos. She’s at least 10+ years older than she let on, which I have no problem with in general, but at this point I had no idea what her endgame was and that made me a bit uncomfortable. After a moment or so of awkward silence, I start to say something but she cuts me off and apologizes, almost rhetorically asking if I’m wondering why she isn’t who she says she is. I nod and she goes on to explain that meeting people is tough as she gets older and she’s not sure why she’s here either, etc etc. I interject after a bit and tell her “not to worry about it” and say that we should just enjoy some coffee together and we can go our separate ways – no harm, no foul.
Although it took a while, we eventually kind of picked up where we left off with the previous night’s banter. She definitely had a sharp wit that seemed to have been dulled over time by the brunt of missed expectations, but the mood brightened before too long. By now, I wasn’t sure what to make of it all, however I didn’t mind the friendly conversation and thus I accepted her invitation to go for a walk and continue our chat. After a couple blocks, she actually pauses for a moment and vaguely gestures that we’re outside her building and asked me if I’d like to come in. I honest-to-god had no idea whether I wanted to or not at that moment, and I don’t know if I hesitated for half a second or half a minute, but somewhere in my head I flipped a coin and I guess I’m always chasing tails, so I agreed.
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We get to her apartment, and it’s nearly pitch black save for the little bit of light coming through the edges of her blinds. It takes a second for my eyes to adjust and I realize the place is tiny, though that’s par for the course given NY’s ridiculous cost of living. But in addition to the size, the apartment was incredibly messy and crowded, nearly worthy of being on Hoarders. Before I have the wherewithal to fully register my surroundings, she leans in and kisses me. She’s a pretty decent kisser and now my blood is heading south like geese for the winter, so I decide to just go with it. She softly pushes me unto the bed and climbs on top of me and we continue to make out for a while. I begin to pull off her clothes and she returns the favor and we’re soon skin to skin with my guy at full attention. As I’m getting ready to reach into my bag to grab a condom, she abruptly stops me and asks if I’ve ever tried being tied down before. This caught me off guard – so I lied and said that I haven’t (even though I had), and continued to tell her that if she wants to do that with me, I’d prefer it be softly, and only around my hands and not wrists since I’m “inexperienced”. I mean, I had no idea how much I could trust her given how we met, and I wasn’t about to be completely vulnerable with a stranger I’ve known for like a tenth of a day, while strapped down naked in her apartment where I just might become the subject of some future true crime podcast to eventually get optioned by Netflix.
Anyway, she excitedly agrees, restrains me in a way that my movement is restricted, but I can still remove them if I chose to do so. And this is where things took an interesting turn. I should have known that all my assumptions about this woman were completely off base, but I was again surprised when her tone suddenly shifted and she looked me directly in the eyes and sternly whispered: “Listen – you should know right now, that’ I’m not fucking you. If you want to leave, you may do so, but if you stay, you will be following my instructions. Is that understood?” Now I’m bewildered, slightly turned on, and morbidly curious so I silently nodded. She said “Good – remember, no fucking, but we can still have some fun”.
Next thing I know, she covers my eyes with an eye mask, and starts to tease me from head to toe. I can make out, or at least think I can make out, the sensation of her hair against my skin, and then her fingers, then her tongue, and occasionally her nipples. At this point I’m lost in the experience, hard as a rock, and desperate for more. She had me exactly where she wanted and so she continued to take a firm grasp of the situation, both in the general and biblical sense. Now she’s stroking me with long, slow movements and eventually I feel a mouth on one of my nipples and her nails on my other. I moan (I have admittedly sensitive nipples and enjoy stimulation), and she takes a second to chuckle and says “Oh! You like that, huh?” She then lets go of my cock and now with both hands starts to manipulate my nipples with steadily increasing pressure. At a certain point, it just hurts so good and I can’t tell if I hate it or love it. I suppose my throbbing erection was a firm indicator of the latter as she grips it with one hand and violently strokes me as the other hand remains clamped on my sensitive chest. She sensed I was about to erupt so she suddenly ceases all contact at the most painful time. I was so on the edge, if the A/C had turned on, the resulting draft would have probably caused me to explode.
After a few minutes, she starts to kiss me again, asking me if I want to cum. I say I do but I also want to be untied so I can fuck her senseless. She quickly grabs my nipples and pinches them, sending intoxicating jolts of pain throughout my body. I yelp and she semi-angrily reminds me that “there will be no fucking”. I apologize profusely and she lets go. My nipples feel like they are on fire at this point and then I feel the soothing, cooling sensation of her tongue on one of them. I let out a guttural groan out of both relief and pleasure while she switches to the other one. She then adjusts position for a bit so that she is perpendicular by my side and tenderly strokes me again. At that moment I feel the unmistakable sensation of her breast pressed against my lips. I hungrily accept and pull it into my mouth, greedily lapping at whatever she would give me. She alternates on her own and places her other breast in my mouth.
I can’t tell you with any certainty how long various combinations of the above actions took place, but at some point I pleaded that I needed to cum. I just couldn’t take it anymore. My dick was twitching like a junkie in withdrawal, my nipples felt like they had been kissed by a Carolina reaper, and all I wanted was sweet, sweet release. She chuckles again and tells me to “hold on a sec”. She removes my eye mask, looks at me, and asks where the condom is. I glance at the pocket of my travel bag, ecstatic that we were going to fuck after all. She grabs it, returns to the bed, and tells me that because I’ve been a “good boy” she’s going to give me a treat. I cannot. fucking. wait. I’m dripping with precum and ready to be untied so I can return all the “favors”. But to my horror, I see her open the condom and rip it! What the fuck!?
Before I could utter another word, she takes the now separated base of the condom, and uses the elastic to fashion a cock ring of sorts and secures it tightly against my shaft, but under my balls. I have no fucking clue what’s happening at this point and she proceeds to grab some lube and squirts it into her hands. She then takes handle of my cock with one hand and begins to massage my testicles with the other – with everything now engorged due to her sexually deviant, macguyver-esque cock ring. Not only that, but she’s definitely using some type of warming lube as now everything she touches begins to gently burn. I’m in sensory overload, and I’m just completely lost in the bizarre but incredible moment. Soon, I begin to feel her fingers gently caressing my ass crack and hole. This sends a shiver down my spine as I also enjoy to be played with down there, and she asks me if I’m OK. I grunt in approval and she continues to tickle my sphincter with one hand and variously stroking with the other. This is it, friends! I’ve reached my boiling point and I’m ready to Mount Saint Helens all over so I tell her that I’m gonna cum soon. This causes her to switch up her stroking technique, with each upward motion culminating in the strong contact of her palm polishing the head of my cock before it makes it’s descent back down again.
And then I feel it. She decided to up the ante, and her finger suddenly penetrates my ass and she massages my prostate. I let out two gasping exhales – one was a shout of surprise and the other was completely silent as I came so god damned hard I felt like I had probably emptied myself to the point of sterility. I eventually caught my breath, left in a haze of confusion, nirvana, and ejaculate. She tells me I did good and kisses me and unties my hands. I ask if I could use her shower to get cleaned up and she throws me a towel.
While I’m showering I notice two things. 1) Her bathroom is utterly disgusting and is gross as the rest of the apartment. I’m more afraid of catching the bubonic plague more than any STDs at this point. And 2) my nipples were fucking Puffy, like J.Lo circa 1999… and they were also so damned sensitive! I finish showering and get dressed. We chat for a bit and I tell her I should get going so she walks me to the door and gives me a hug as I thank her and left. The rest of the day I had to walk gingerly like I’m Andy-Fucking-Bernard because even the sensation of my nipples rubbing against my undershirt was causing me discomfort with me pondering what the fuck just happened.
So that’s the tale of the Catfishing Dom of NYC; which ended up being both one of the best and worst sexual experiences of my life.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/nul7kw/my_story_of_the_catfishing_dom_of_nyc