You were getting bored with having mediocre sex. Tucker suggests you try telling the guys what you like before they come over. That way no one was wasting your time. You follow his advice and find Brendon on Tinder. Brendon’s in an open relationship. He’s 6’, a body builder, and has a mustache that he somehow makes look hot. You sext him for days before you set up a time for him to come over. You tell him you want to run your tongue up and down his cock. He says he’s going to fuck you so hard.
You stand in your doorway wearing a fuzzy, white Shein sweater and light ripped American Eagle jeans looking like a barefoot little angel and definitely not some slut who had been up drinking and sexting all night. He breathes out in the brisk fall air and stands in the light of your doorway. His hair is swept back in a bun at the back of his head.
“Hey, gorgeous,” he wraps you up in a hug.
“How was your drive?” you say as you move into the kitchen in the light where you can both actually see each other. He’s wearing a blue flannel shirt and fitted jeans. You can tell he’s in great shape even though he’s still clothed. You wished he was naked already. You had already seen his dick through some pictures and it looked amazing.
“Honestly, great, just a straight shot down. You want a hand with that?” He notices you fumbling with the wine opener. Before you can answer he comes up behind you, grabs the corkscrew and opens the bottle. He smells so good.
“There you go, hun.” He pours you a glass and hands it to you, “Cheers!” He clinks his water bottle against your glass.
“You’re not having one?” you say.
“Can’t– trying to get back into bodybuilder shape.”
“But you’re already so hot.”
“Well, thanks. I just want to keep it that way.”
“Got ya.”
“But I brought this,” he brings out a bong and a blowtorch, “If you’re interested.”
“Oh shit, I’ve actually been laying off of that, but have a blast.”
He shrugs, “suit yourself.”
He sits on the couch and you follow him there. He tells you about his current girlfriend (she is a self-proclaimed “cumslut” which he and you both find hot and powerful), how he used to fuck milfs (sometimes the husbands would storm in and demand he leave), his family (he’s one of three brothers), and his job (he’s something so boring you forget what it is right when he tells you). You both agree the whole “poly” lifestyle seems awesome as long as everyone is totally transparent and honest.
“Can I just do something real quick,” he says.
“Sure.”
He leans in and you meet lips. It doesn’t take you long to figure out he’s a good kisser. He moves his tongue around inside of your mouth expertly before breaking away to say, “You’re very beautiful.”
You smile and keep kissing. He pulls you onto his lap. You grind against his jeans as his tongue runs across your neck. You pull back to look into his eyes. He looks at you, smiles, brushes your hair behind your ear and leans back in.
“Let’s go upstairs,” you say, wrapping your hand around his cock from the outside of his jeans.
“Yes, dear, whatever you say,” he follows you obediently as you get up.
You start taking your shirt and bra off as you walk up the steps, Brendon close behind watching. You walk into your room and sit on the edge of the bed. Brendon comes up to you, leans down and kisses you. You move your hand back to his cock. You can feel it pulsing.
You find the button and undo it, bringing the zipper down after.
“Fuck, I’ve been waiting for so long to see this in person,” you say pulling away from his mouth.
“Oh have you, baby? You want it?”
“Yes, please.”
He reaches in and pulls it out. It’s huge.
“Oh my god,” you say.
“You like it, baby? See if it can fit in your mouth.”
You move down to your knees on the floor in front of him. You move your tongue to the bottom of his shaft and lick to the top slowly while staring up at him in the orange light of the rock salt lamp on your bedside table. You dance your tongue all around the tip.
“Fuck, that feels so good baby. See how deep you can take it.”
You take the whole thing in as deep as you can. You almost make it to the base before it hits the back of your throat. You gag on it for a few seconds before coming back up for air.
“Good girl, that’s it.”
You keep going for a while before he tells you he needs to fuck you.
“Let me see that little pussy, baby.”
You get up on the bed on your knees and bend over. He comes over and puts his face in your pussy. He’s just as good at eating you out as he is at kissing. You cum hard in his mouth after a few minutes. He moves the tip of his cock to your pussy and teases it.
“Does that feel good, baby? Is that what you want?”
“Fuck, yes, daddy.”
“Good girl.”
He goes over to where he left his pants and fishes out a condom. He unwraps it, puts it on, and comes back over to you.
He slides the tip of his cock into your pussy and says, “Fuck, that’s so tight for me.”
You smile as you feel him fill you all the way up. You haven’t had a cock this big in a while.
“Oh my god,” you moan into the bed as your hands clasp at the comforter and sheets around you, “that feels so good.”
He pumps in and out of you, grabbing your hips. He intermittently smacks your ass and says some variant of “keep taking that cock, you little slut.”
You feel so full and love how dirty he talks to you. After a while he says, “Fuck, that pussy is so wet for me. I’m gonna cum soon.”
“Yes, baby, cum for me.”
He moans as he pumps into you harder and cums. You spend the rest of the night letting him fuck you and cumming from him eating you out.
“You’re such a good whore for me,” he says stroking your face laying next to each other in the bed.
“Awww, you think so? So romantic.”
“Such a smartass.”
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/p9dra2/your_tinder_date_makes_you_cum_hard