I [F] was a college slut, used like a toy by my Tinder date [M]

This story is pretty long, so skip to the break if you just want the sex part lol.

Now I’m not as much of a slut anymore, but a few years ago I was in college and exploring my newfound freedom by having a lot of casual sex. I tended to find hookups on dating apps, and though I was swiping on a lot of women I found that the men were easier to arrange a quick fuck with. All I had to do was lead with some aggressive flirting and they would clear their schedule for me. So I had been at this for a while, fucking maybe one new guy a week, and I was starting to get a bit of an ego about it. It was almost like a game to me to a certain extent; I loved all the back-and-forth that led up to them coming over to my apartment. I liked sending them snaps of what (little) I was wearing, or messaging them a fragment of a fantasy of mine, just enough to tease and get them thinking. I really liked watching them try to be gentlemanly with me when they were obviously horny as hell. The best ones didn’t even bother and started undressing me as soon as I let them in.

All that being said, I still think about the one time that was a little different. It started about the same. I matched with a guy on Tinder and was really taken by how he looked in his photos. He was totally my type: tall, slender build, messy dark hair, and a nice sense of style. Most guys I saw at the time were pretty average looking; I was surprised to find someone I found to be legitimately really hot.

His bio said that matches should suggest a first date idea, and I was more than happy to oblige. I don’t remember exactly what I said, but I basically invited him over to watch me model some new lingerie I bought. There was no new lingerie, but there was no way for him to know what was new and what wasn’t. He didn’t respond for a while and I was kind of freaking out because I couldn’t believe I had blown my chance and creeped out this hot guy. I was still horny though so I went to open the app again when I saw that he had responded.

He seemed interested, but he also claimed that he had to be home all day to wait for a package and couldn’t come over. Usually I had a rule against going to other people’s houses without meeting in public first, but when he suggested that I come over to his place instead I said yes. I spent way longer getting ready than I usually would for a hookup. I showered and shaved and put on my best matching bra and panties, the ones with lots of straps and sheer mesh. I did my hair and makeup and dug out a bottle of perfume to top it all off. My whole way there I was messaging him filthy things, and I could feel myself getting wet already.

My heels clicked loudly on the floor as I walked down his hallway. I imagined him hearing my footsteps and getting hard, anticipating my arrival. I knocked on his door, and while I waited for him to open it I was surprised by how nervous I was. I had thought I was immune to pre-fuck jitters at that point, but apparently not. I said hi when he opened the door, but he didn’t respond. He just walked back into the apartment, leaving me to close the door myself. In retrospect, the place was very nice, but I was mostly focused on him as he walked back towards his kitchen table. He was wearing a slim-cut t-shirt that hugged his chest and comfortable-looking jeans. His hair was a little longer than in the photos, now just long enough for him to tuck behind his ears if he wanted to.

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He was facing away from me, messing with something on the table, so I decided to get his attention by taking my top off and pushing down my jeans. The noise made him turn around. I leaned against the kitchen counter in just my underwear and heels, knowing how hot I looked. “You like what you see?” I asked innocently.

He looked me up and down and smiled. “Think you’d look better on your knees,” he said, and I immediately followed his suggestion. The poured concrete floor was cold on my knees, but my skin felt hot all over. He came to stand over me, looking down, obviously pleased. “I think you’d look even better on your knees under the table,” he said, and I could tell from his tone that there was no question in his mind that I wouldn’t go along with it. All he had to do was ask. I didn’t really understand why I was doing it but before I could think I was crawling towards the table, ducking down so I could kneel under it.

He didn’t say anything else, just sat down in the chair in front of me. I could hear him opening his laptop and typing something. I sat back on my heels and wondered what the fuck I was doing down there. He quickly answered my question by reaching down and grabbing the back of my head so he could push my face into his crotch. “Your profile says you’re in college, I thought you wouldn’t be so fucking dumb,” he said, more bored than mean, like he was talking about the weather.

“Sorry,” I mumbled, and got to work undoing his zipper. He was already super hard, his dick springing free when I pushed down his pants and underwear. I’m short, but even still there wasn’t much room under the table to move. I wanted to really get his attention by deepthroating him, but I couldn’t bob my head enough to get his whole dick wet. After a bit of trying, his hand came back into my hair, this time holding me still.

“Just sit with it in your mouth baby,” he said. I opened my mouth and took as much of him in as I could. He was big enough that I couldn’t stop myself drooling around his cock. He seemed happy to keep clicking around on his computer as I slowly rubbed my tongue along the underside, even as I reached up and stroked his balls. At one point, however, I tried taking him a little deeper into my throat and swallowing around him. His hand tightened in my hair and I could hear him moan a little. Still, he pulled me back a little, making me whine. I could feel how turned on he was, I could taste it in the precome on my tongue. But he still told me to stay there and stay still.

It was fucking boring, but I also felt way more used than I ever had by a guy who came over for a quick, hard fuck. This guy did not give a shit if I was comfortable kneeling under the table with my mouth wrapped around his dick for god knows how long. He obviously had a fantasy here and I was just a sex toy he had picked to fill it.

Eventually, I heard his breathing starting to get a little heavier, and I felt him thrusting into my mouth, just barely. I was embarrassingly turned on by it and the thought that maybe I was finally doing a good enough job for him to pay attention to me. I started to suck a little and bounce my head in time with his hips. I could feel him getting even harder against my tongue, but then without warning he shoved me away and pushed back his chair. I could just see him from the waist down, his cock shiny with my spit. I desperately wanted him back in my mouth.

I crawled out from under the table just enough to look up at him, and when I did he grabbed me by the hair and dragged me fully out. It was more intense than I had anticipated, but it also made my pussy ache and my heart race faster. My nipples were hard and rubbing against the rough lace of the bra.

He stood, making me stand with him as best I could, still bent in half because of his grip on me. “Bend over the table,” he said, barely above a whisper, before releasing me. I stumbled over in my uncoordinated sex-soaked haze and leaned over the tabletop. When I did I saw what he was doing on his still-open laptop. One window was porn, some really nasty gangbang shit, and the other was some nude subreddit. There was also an abandoned set of airpods on the table. I should have been at least offended and at most horrified that he was using me as a personal cockwarmer, a convenience for getting off essentially alone, but I found it really hot. I prided myself in how hot guys found me, how easy it was to get attention from them, but this guy seemed to care less. I was done trying to get his attention. I wanted him to keep using me for his own pleasure and then leave me with nothing but his come.

I was lucky, because that’s what he seemed to have in mind. He roughly pulled down my panties and slid two fingers into my cunt. I was insanely wet. “I knew you’d like this,” he said dismissively and wiped his fingers off on my ass. He slid into me in one long thrust. I don’t know if it was his cock or the position or how open and needy I was but I felt like he was getting deeper than I was used to. I yelped involuntarily every time he pushed in. I bit down on my hand to try and keep it down but he yanked my head back by the hair. I had no choice but to moan and push back against him as he fucked me at a brutal pace. I could grind down on the edge of the table if I tried, but he hauled me back a little by the hip so all I could feel was his cock in me.

“You’re gonna make me come,” he said. He pulled out and started jerking himself off with one hand. He spun me around with the other and shoved me back down to my knees. I leaned forward to lick at the head of his cock but he held me back by the throat. “You’re gonna take it,” he bit out. His hips jerked wildly and then he came in long, hot streaks all over my face and neck. I ended up closing my eyes at the end, so I couldn’t even see if he was looking at me or his laptop when he came. I was so turned on it hurt, feeling his come slide down my cheek. I needed to touch myself, but I knew that this wasn’t about me. I stayed quiet and still as he tossed a washcloth at the ground in front of me.

In the end, he didn’t even say goodbye to me; he just got a drink from the fridge and walked away down the hallway. I sat with the feeling of total objectification and replaceability as I wiped his come off my face, then I left. I didn’t touch my clit at all until I had walked all the way back to my own apartment, but when I did, I was ready to come almost immediately. I got off bucking up into my own fingers and thinking about how his come would have tasted if he let me swallow.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ehieo7/i_f_was_a_college_slut_used_like_a_toy_by_my