A Lucky Swipe [MF] Her Version

I decided to tell my version of this story – https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/rc4hmm/a_lucky_tinder_swipe_mf/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share – of my most recent encounter with a stranger on the internet. Enjoy!

Skip to **** for sexy times.

Like most people in their late 20s, Tingble (the unholy trinity of dating apps Tinder, Hinge and Bumble) has been responsible for one night stands, dirty pen pals, ghosting, bad dates and a few short lived FWB situations. While some of my friends have walked down the aisle after their match I usually end up on the walk of shame with no panties and bruises on my ass underneath last night’s clothes. Not that there’s anything wrong with that, but there’s always the hope that maybe my right swipe might end up leading me to Mr. Right, or at least Mr. Right Now.

Our story begins on a rainy Monday night with a bit of Tindering sprinkled into the usually scheduled programming of Doomscrolling my Twitter timeline and getting sucked into hours of dog reels on IG. A Scottish flag and cheesy one liner bio caught my eye and I paused my left swiping – I’m not usually one for the sexual innuendo pick ups, but I was interested in a Scottish accent whispering dirty things in my ear so I tapped through his pictures and swiped right. A few seconds later I saw that we had matched, and I had received a message. We got into some light banter quickly but I turned down his invite to come over because it was 11:30pm on a school night and those days were behind me.

We continued chatting on Tinder, and when our plans to meet up kept falling through I decided to send a sneaky little snap as some incentive. I’ve always found a little visual encouragement goes a long way, especially when it involves being bent over in front of a mirror. One thing lead to another and before I knew it I was watching videos of him stroking his thick, uncut cock while telling me all the things he wanted to do to me.

I’ve been around long enough to know that spending too long sending snaps and dirty messages back and forth can end up in disappointment or just becoming pen pals, which I wasn’t interested in, We finally figured out a day that worked for both of us and I managed to lure him out to my go-to date spot, which is a brewery right across trom my apartment. If the date goes bad, I save myself $20 on Ubers getting home and if it goes well, it doesn’t take alot of convincing to get someone to join you upstairs for “one more drink”.

Prior to the date, he instructed me to wear a short dress and I happily obliged with one of my more innocent looking numbers – the perfect, unsuspecting disguise to hide the dirty little cum slut lurking under my skin. During our back and forth sexting, we discovered that we seemed to be into the same sexual flavours of ice cream and were willing to explore and push boundaries. Yes, Daddy.

I got there first and told the servers I was bringing in “another one”, and to keep an eye out for any signs of distress. Luckily when he showed up he looked as good as his pictures and the easy banter we had in our messaging translated over into real life. Since C*VID I’ve kept my date looks pretty casual but I always have my hair done in loose waves and my favourite perfume dabbed on the base of my neck, wrists and back of the knees. He sat next to me in our booth and leaned in for a hug, getting a faceful of the sensual, musky scent I favoured. I felt a hand squeeze my knee and lightly finger the hemline of the dress he told me to wear – he looked down, and then up at me with an eyebrow raised in approval as he continued to slide his hand higher up my thigh.

***

As he brushed a finger against the black lacy fabric separating my swollen pussy from the feel of his skin, I leaned in for a kiss to hide the flush of arousal on my cheeks and to provide a distraction from what his hand was doing beneath the table.

We started slowly, tasting each other and savouring the build up of arousal – I really do love a hot, steamy makeout. At this point, I knew that things were headed in one direction and there was no need to draw things out over a few drinks and laughs. “Take me home, Daddy” I whispered in his ear, and I brushed my hand over the growing bulge in his jeans. He gave me a smirk, and told our server we decided to get some beers to go instead. I caught eyes with her while he grabbed his jacket and gave a slight nod – I’d fill her in later.

I grabbed a six pack of my favourite beer (a peach sour, 13%) and we stepped out into the cold December air. He took his phone out, ready to call an Uber but I told him I was just across the street. “So you just make all your Tinder dates come to you, pretending it’s because of the beer?”, he asked with his eyebrows raised. “Gives me an easy exit if it’s a shit date”, I replied innocently, “and their beer is great so it’s a win-win”.

I took his hand and led him across the street, and a few short steps later we were inside the elevator. I hit the button for my floor and as the doors closed he pushed me against the wall with his hands on my hips, bunching up my dress until my black (soaking wet) panties were exposed. He pushed his hips against me, pressing his hard cock against me as he kissed my neck. The elevator stopped and he dropped my dress and backed away as the doors opened, but we were met with an empty hallway.

We started walking towards my door, and since there was no one around he slipped his hand back up to my dripping wet slit and slowly dragged his fingers up and down my entrance.

I unlocked my door in record time, pushed him inside and dropped to my knees as I unbuckled his pants. In one swift movement, I pulled out his throbbing cock and started devouring it with my mouth – who needs dinner and small talk when you have a 7 inch dick ready to be serviced.

I love getting to show off my head game for the first time and knew I had to live up to all the chat I’d been giving in our message. I brought my hands up to work the length of him while I swirled my tongue around his tip, sucking and licking while I twisted my hands around him. He moved his hand to the back of my head and pushed deeper into me, holding me there until I started to gag. He dropped his hand, and I quickly took a breath before diving back in, keeping my hands on his shaft and taking his balls in my mouth. “Look up at Daddy while you suck his cock” – without missing a beat, I looked up at him as I slowly licked him from his balls to the tip. I kept eye contact while bobbing up and down, and he put his hands onto each side of my face and started to fuck my mouth. After a few seconds my eyes began to water and I felt my make up running down my cheeks. He took a break so I coulr get another quick breath, and slapped my face before grabbing my chin and forcing me to look back up. “Are you ready for Daddy’s cock in your pussy now?” he asked, pulling me to my feet and pushing me towards the couch. He bent me over, pushing his body against mine and grabbing my hair, tilting my head to the side as he bit my neck. “Daddy is going to take your panties off and fill you with his cock, is that what his little slut wants?”.

“Yes Daddy, please let me feel your cock inside of me, I need you to fuck my wet little pussy and make me cum all over you” I replied, as he used his other hand to push down my panties. I stepped out of them and bent over further, and felt him lining himself up with the slick entrance of my hot cunt. He teased me for a few seconds until I started making incoherent whimpers, and he responds by slamming into me, filling me up and stretching me around the full thick length of him. It had been a long time since I felt that full, and the pleasure was ringed with the slightest bit of pain – I knew I’d be sore tomorrow, in the best way.

He continued fucking me hard and fast, while reaching around and keeping a strong grip around my throat. “Is my little cum slut ready to cum for Daddy? Is she going to let him fill her with his cum, and clean up whatever drips out?”.

“Yes Daddy, please fill me with your cum, I want to milk every last drop from you” I whispered, feeling my orgasm building like wave throughout my body. He reached around to twist a nipple while kissing and nibbling at my neck, which is the Konami code of busting for me. I yelled out a short cry of pleasure as my pussy spasmed around him – the tight contractions send him over the edge and I felt him pulsing his hot cum inside me. He grabbed my hips as he emptied himself inside me, and collapses forward against me as we caught our breaths. After a few seconds I pushed him off me to turn around and lean back against the back of the couch as his cum dripped down the inside of my leg. While looking into his eyes, I reached down to scoop up the drips running down my thighs and brought them up to my mouth, slowly sucking every last drop of him off my fingers. I brushed them against his lips, and he quickly sucked my thumb before bringing his mouth to mine for a passionate kiss.

I rolled over back onto the couch and pulled him on top of me, enjoying the feeling of his body on top of me, crushing me into the soft pillows. We laid there for a moment until I looked up at him with a smirk – “You can call the Uber now” I said playfully, laughing at his feigned look of offense. I turned around to face away from him and we spooned ourselves to sleep.

An hour later, I woke up to something hard pressing against my back…

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