[FM] Being a teasing tinder hoe in Italy.

Lost my old throwaway, but now I have some time to write, so here is a spicy adventure I had last year in Italy. Hope you enjoy it ❤️.

I was visiting a friend in a bigger town in Italy for a couple of days. She picked me up from the airport, and we went straight to a restaurant. I love Italy, the style, the language, the food and wine and Italiens are pretty hot too.

I hadn’t have had sex in some time and was looking for some vacation fun. One reason for me to travel, I feel much freer to “get to know” ? new people abroad.

Anyway, we had some wine, and my friend saw me flirting with the bartender. Cute guy, but not my type.

My friend quickly realized that I was looking for a little fling. She told me that when she first came here she tried to find romance like in old Italian movies but at some point just switched to tinder which made everything much easier. Ever since she had the most sex in her life, now with a steady boyfriend, though. She got excited and rushed me to install it too.

In my hometown, I avoided using dating apps, I feel like especially as a girl you are quickly stamped as a hoe, and it’s actually not very hard for me to meet guys in person.

Anyway. We went through my photos and set up my profile. Full face, big smile and a bikini shot, with slightly spread legs at the end. A subtle hint that I wanted to get dicked down, not looking for marriage.

With the same approach, we went through the pictures of guys. I wanted a guy who knows how to fuck not a striving startup founder. Hot guys, without a shirt, that do sport, dance, party—opting for physical, not intellectual compatibility. Italian guys are ?.

We spent the next hour swiping through the local meat market. The trip was great already, nothing better than drinking wine with a friend, joking about guys, some profiles and opening lines were hilarious.

We chatted with the ones who had the most inspired openings. Then already drunk from the wine we decided to send out a challenge.

I had a hot picture an ex took: topless, just in slim white panties, touching myself, with a big wet spot outlining my lips.

We told them to send me a vid on kik; like me, just in their underwear touching themselves to my picture and telling me what they wanted to do to me.

We left the restaurant and went to my friend’s house to have some more wine. When we opened kik some hours later again, we got like 10 videos.

One stood out, a smooth fuckboy with a strong Italian accent. He was very charming but at the same time bold. Called me his tourist slut but also told me how he would worship my body. How he would bite my neck, stroke with his finger around my tits, flick my nipples with his tongue. How he would slowly remove those wet panties, smell them and wrap them around his dick while stroking him. How he would lick my inner thighs until reaching my cute butthole, fucking it with his tongue. He would lick around my lips, circle my clit until I would beg for his dick.

While telling me this, he stroked his cock faster and faster, moaning my name. My friend and I laughed at the last part, but my panties were getting soaked.

He wanted to meet me that night. Since it was already late and I was tired from traveling, we made plans for the next day. He said he was about to cum from my pic right then. I made him promise to save it for me so I could milk him tomorrow. I went to sleep, watched the video on repeat and touched myself. Teasing myself short of orgasm. I went to sleep horny as fuck, having the most sexual dreams since a long time.

The next day started with a bit of a hangover. Still horny from the dreams, I teased myself again, this time with the showerhead thinking of him. I love to build up and delay my orgasms.

My friend and I went to breakfast, shopping, to the sauna and got a massage. It was a great day. I bought a cute leather bra with open cups at a craft store.

All-day I was excited for the night to come. We had some light food with wine and I took a thorough shower, my third that day. In preparation for the trip I had already been waxed at home though, so my kitty was smooth as a dolphin. ??

Against my friend’s complaints, I decided to dress comfortably. Sweatpants with a large sweater but to add a little bit of spice I didn’t wear any panties and just the leather thing I had bought earlier. Leaving my titties exposed and my nipples hard from the cold and friction of the sweater.

My friend made me promise to send her a picture of the entrance of the Italien’s flat, with his name, when I arrived and asked me to message her frequently.

I hopped in a cap. I love the old towns in Italy, small streets, dime lightning, frenetic chatter. The cap driver was very flirty. After some small talk, I pulled out my phone to drown the conversation. I put my earphone in and rewatched the video of the Italian stud moaning my name with his dick in his hand. That was so hot. I got excited. Tipsy from the wine, I started to touch myself very light and subtle. I thought about what the driver would do if I would rub myself more visible.

We arrived at the destination, and I got out. Tipsy and sex up like this I rang the bell. I sent my friend a photo of the door and was let in.

He lived on the second floor of a middle-class building. I knocked on the door of the apartment with my heart racing. I love these moments before meeting someone for the first time; it’s so exciting. I had butterflies in my stomach and pussy. ??

The door was opened by the same gorgeous guy that had moaned my name. Thank god. Slightly above average height, killer smile and sporty. His best features were his beautiful eyes and brown curls.

This was definitely an Italian Don Juan. I don’t like to date players, but they know what they are doing and how to give you a good time. Anyway, I already had decided not to be the submissive tourist girl that’s been conquered by this Latin lover and let him work for it.

He gave me a long hug, he smelled good, made a funny compliment about my sweatpants and let me in.

His living room was small but nice. It didn’t look like he had a lot of money, but it had a nice couch, a dining table and a large window to the street where you heard the traffic.

On the dining table were some lit candles, pasta and a bottle of white wine.

I was too excited to be hungry, but the pasta was delicious. Pasta Limone, I think. I appreciated the gesture, though, probably part of his routine. We had some wine and made small talk about my trip. He was sweet and funny. I played it a bit cold, but polite. I didn’t want to make it too easy for him, but couldn’t help myself to laugh a lot.

After the meal, we moved to the couch for some music. He put his hands on my thigh and whispered in my ear. He told me that he had thought about me all day and that he wanted to slither his tongue around my holes.

His warm breath in my ear sent a hot shiver through my body.

But I put his hand back and told him to please not touch me. This took some severe discipline since my pussy was soaked and aching to be filled and stretched.

I composed myself and asked him about his job; he was some kind of salesman in a sports store. He started to flirt heavier and told me how beautiful I was. I turned the conversation to dry topics, like Italy, the city. etc. but I teased him during our conversation. I brushed my tits against his elbow, while reaching for a glass and spent some time going through my purse on the floor to give him a nice view of my ass.

At some point, he tried to kiss me while moving his hand up my legs. I pushed him away and told him to stop, or I would leave, and he better not try anything since my friend had his name and address.

I got up from the couch and sat opposite him on a chair.

He became a little angry and asked me what I wanted and why I even bothered to come. I said I wanted to make new friends. He seemed to be very unsatisfied, but I quickly switched the conversation to other topics. After an even for me painfully boring monologue about my job, I decided to spice things up again.

While telling him about my day, I started to very slowly pull down my sweat pants. At first, he was a little irritated and then quickly wanted to get up from the couch, but I told him to stay there, or I would stop.

I continued to do small talk, to which he only had very monosyllabic responses. When my pants were on my ankles, I removed my sweater so that he could see my tits. I spread my knees and give him a full view on my glistening open slit.

He starred, ecstatically complimented my pussy and then opened his pants and started to stroke his cock furiously.

I don’t want any NSFW pictures of mine on the internet, but I like to draw. That’s why I made a little painting for you, and for me ?, of how I remember the situation.

[https://imgur.com/a/iQ0OhIa](https://imgur.com/a/iQ0OhIa)

He came over to me and moved his hand between my legs. I told him not to touch, but I opened my legs a little further. He put his head between my thighs, centimetres away from my pussy. I could feel his breath on my entry and got even wetter. He must have smelled my fresh juices. The sight of him inhaling, inspecting my pussy turned me on so much, but I wanted to tease him a little bit more.

Then like lightning, I felt the tip of his tongue on my clit. I let out a moan, but quickly smacked his forehead with my flat hand that it clapt. I told him to get back on the couch again. He mumbled some Italian insult.

He then sat on the couch, stroking his cock. I slowly got out of my pants till I was totally naked, went over to the couch and warned him not to touch me. While he was stroking his dick, I squatted over his lap, putting my butt and pussy as close as possible over his dick and face without touching it. His breath was getting heavy, and finally he tried to push me down on his dick.

I told him not to touch me. He got angry again and yelled something in Italian but with a smirk on his face. I acted upset and sat on the floor. After some kind words, he told me how beautiful I was and that he wouldn’t touch me again, I put my head down on the floor and ass up in the air so that he had a straight view on my holes. I started to rub my clit while watching him stroke his cock and was getting close. I love being watched and desired, especially as he had this animalistic lust on his face. I spread my cheeks so he could see my tight little asshole.

At this point, he put a condom on. I told him that we would not gonna fuck, while I entered my pussy slowly with a finger. He got up from the couch. I told him to stay but spread my pussy lips for him. He put his hand over my mouth and pushed in me with one firm thrust. Then he fucked me like a raging rabbit.

After a while of delicious fucking, he stuck his finger in my mouth which I licked and sucked and then I bit in it that he screamed. I tried to get on top and wrestled him, but he was stronger and pinned me down on my back. It felt so good to feel his heavyweight on my body. I moved my hands to my pussy, but he caught them, held them together over my head and gave my pussy a hard slap. I clinched. He used his free hand to grope my tits and pinch my nipples while he buried his dick as deep as he could in my shaking body. I was in heaven.

He then flipped me over and rammed his cock in me from behind like a jackhammer. In his fist, he held my hair and pulled my head back while I screamed Insults in pure pleasure. Every time I insulted him, he pulled my hair back and pounded me harder. I was loving it.

At some point, we went to his bedroom. I tried to get in control again and on top of him, but he slammed me to the bed and bent my legs over my head. He let his fingers run over my thighs to my asshole, licked his fingers and played around it’s edges. He used his cock to tease the entry of my pussy and slapped her with it.

In a trance-like hornyness, I ripped the condom off his cock just to mess with him. He slammed his cock in my pussy and gave me a light slap to my face. I screamed more insults, and he choked me. I love being choked and was now close to cumming. He told me to make a noise like a pig. I didn’t know what pigs sound like, but while struggling for air, I made some squeaking noises. This sent me over the edge. My pussy exploded, and warmth spread through my spasming body. He increased the speed until I could tell from his grunts that he was close to cum too.

He said he was close and wanted to pull out, but I wrapped my legs around him and kept grinding hard. He tried to get away, but it was too late, and I felt his dick pumping a warm stream of semen in my body. I felt so fulfilled and satisfied. Then I thought, fuck, what had I done. I didn’t want to have a baby just as little as him, but at that moment, I just didn’t want to give him what he wanted. I know it’s messed up, but while I did it, it felt powerful and hot.

He called me stupid and told me to get the pill after; he would come with me and see me take it. We got dressed, but when he went to the bathroom, I snuck out and got into a cap. I went to my friend; we got the pill after and I blocked his number. I spent some more days with her, texted some guys on tinder but didn’t meet up with anyone anymore.

I still like to think about this night. Usually, I’m more the submissive type, but this guy just triggered something in me. I guess I didn’t find him worth dominating me, he was very hot but still a little boy.

Hope you enjoyed it! Some of the details and the sequence of the events might not have been 100% accurate since my memory sometimes sucks, but I wanted to describe the events as relatable as possible.

Let me know if you like the painting and If I should continue posting stories with them. I still have a lot of older stories in my diary and now some time to write and paint.

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Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/fywtvp/fm_being_a_teasing_tinder_hoe_in_italy