The catch [true story]

This happened about a year ago. It had been five months since my girlfriend dumped me, so I went back to the place I met her: Tinder. Had about three dates, one of which ended up with a girl inviting me to her apartment and really good, fun sex.

About a month after that, I matched this girl. For the sake of anonymity, let’s call her Chloe. Black hair, brown skin, and a beautiful, firm butt. Her pictures looked sexy, provocative and all-around DYNAMITE: Laying on her bed, at the beach, sitting in a sexy red dress… she was hot and she knew it! We started talking the minute we matched, and not before long, we were talking via Instagram.

“So, what brings you to Tinder?”, I asked her one day. The conversation went as follows:

Chloe: “Well, I used it for sex, but now I’m open to anything”.

Me: “Would you use it for casual sex again?”

Chloe: “Yeah”

Now, I’m not the most confident guy, and I don’t get laid that often. I paused for about a minute and wondered if I should ask her… and after taking my time, I said it:

Me: “Would you have sex with me?”

Chloe: “Yes”

Me: “When?”

Chloe: “How about today?”

Me: “I’ve got a test today, I’ll be out at about 9:00 p.m. Sound good?”

Chloe: “Ok! Would you give me a lift?”

Me: “Sure”

She gave me her address and we went about our day. I was really excited about banging this girl; she was HOT, willing and… too good to be true. There had to be a catch. I don’t know why, but I’ve always believed there is no such thing as a free meal.

The time came, I got out of my test (which I barely passed) and went straight to her house. Her mom opened the door, and I could see her dad sitting on a couch, looking at his iPad. I was just getting out of the car when I heard her say “hi”, and that’s when I saw it: The catch.

I should have known it when I saw her pictures, or at least I should have suspected it. Laying at the beach, laying on her bed, sitting on a bench… but no pictures of her standing up. And why? Because she can’t walk, and she uses a scooter to get around.

As she came out of her house wearing that red dress on that scooter, I hesitated. Any erotic thoughts in my head turned into a clusterfuck of a moral dilemma. I helped her onto the car and she instructed me on how to take her scooter apart so it would fit in the car’s trunk. As I got back in the car, I was still debating myself what to do. I wasn’t gonna back down or leave, but I was not sure if I was up to the task.

Me: “Chloe, are you sure you want to do this? We could go get dinner, or a movie instead”.

Chloe: “I’ll do whatever you feel like doing”.

Me: “But can you have sex?”

Chloe: “Well, yeah! I can’t do some things, but I’m perfectly capable of fucking.”

Me: “Wait, you’ve done this before?”

Chloe: “Yeah, many times”

Me: “How many times?”

Chloe: “I lost count, to be honest”

Me: “How about a guess?”

Chloe: “Maybe seven”

Me: “Well, I hope I make it memorable for you. I’ll try to make it into your top 3.”

Chloe: “We’ll see”

So it was decided: We were going to a motel. I was a bit nervous, mainly because I didn’t know what to expect. I can’t tell you exactly what her condition is, but it also affects her hands and she can’t grab things. She basically doesn’t have the strength to stand up; it’s apparently something in her nervous or her muscular system.

When we got to motel, I tried to open the door. Someone knocked back. “Give us a couple of minutes; we’re cleaning”, a guy yelled from inside. To sort of “get in the mood”, I started making out with Chloe. Her lips were thick, soft and covered in chapstick. She knew the stakes; she was not gonna back down.

Eventually, I got off the car to try and open the door again, and this time, it was open. I left the money on a compartment and went back to the car to get Chloe. I carried her into the motel and laid her on the bed. I took off her shoes and, to my surprise, her feet were kinda weird. They were thicker than average. It was kinda cute actually.

Then, I unzipped her red dress. She was wearing a black bra and panties. Her legs were gorgeous, her boobs were the perfect size and her skin was soft like silk. I didn’t want to wait, and I pounced on her and started kissing. I ran my hands through her legs and belly. Eventually, I helped her take off her bra and her panties and I took off my shirt and my pants.

I started just kissing her and squeezing her beautiful breasts. She just kept a somewhat serious face and an awkward smile. “How would you like me t cover you in kisses?”, I asked her. “Do it!”, she said. I started to kiss every inch of her body, even flipping her around as not to leave any part of her unkissed. While doing this, I flipped her on her belly and I got a beautiful glimpse of her gorgeous ass.

At that point, I thought about giving her a good spanking, and I caught a glimpse of the mirror to our left. I laid on top of her; she used her elbows to lift her upper half up and stared at the mirror with me. We were a picture of eroticism; she looked at me through the mirror. “This is something out of a magazine, right here”, I said. “You don’t look too bad yourself”, she replied. I wrapped my arms around her back to grab a hold of her breasts and started kissing her neck. I moved up to her lips and this time, she was kissing me harder. She didn’t want to let go of my lips. The feeling was incredible.

That’s when I spanked her, hard. It was like she hadn’t realized. She just kept kissing me as my right hand played with her breasts and my left hand rubbed her beautiful butt.

Then, I laid her on her back and started working my way to her pussy. It was shaven, soft and soaking wet. “Prepare to be amazed”, I said. She didn’t even answer. I went down on her and I liked it. Her soft hands tried to push my head into her vagina, but she couldn’t muster the strength to do it. I just intensified the speed and the intensity. My tongue is longer than average, and I used this to my advantage. I just love licking pussy, and hers was simply delightful. I stayed there for the better part of 10 minutes, not stopping to breathe nor anything.

Then I stood back up. I unwrapped a condom, took off my boxers, wrapped the condom around Eddie (that’s what I call my Richard Johnson) and in I went: Missionary. Her breasts bounced with every trust. Her hands laid at her side, her feet on my shoulders and her face… still in sort of an awkward smile. I didn’t give it much thought; I just kept going and going until we both climaxed.

I flipped her over and got on top of her again, moronically spanking her like her butt cheeks were bongoes. As we cooled down, we started talking about many things. I won’t bore you with the conversation, but I found out something about her I didn’t like at all: She’s a radical feminist. There’s no bigger turn off for me than a radical feminist.

However, we were both naked and had just had a round of consensual sex. As she talked, I just started fingering her and she started playing with her breasts. “How about you just stop whining about the patriarchy and enjoy it?”, I said, playing a risky hand. “Lick me again”, she whispered. “See you in a few minutes; scratch my back if you can, I love that”, I said.

The second round was pretty amazing too. We rounded the bases once again and went missionary again. This time, I didn’t get there, but she did. She knew I did not. I threw myself on the mattress, exhausted. She leaned over me. “How about a blowjob?”, she asked me. I didn’t even answer; I just moved my penis closer to her and she went to town.

MOTHER OF PEARL, WHAT A GIRL!!! She was ASTONISHINGLY GOOD. Slowly at first, deepthroating Eddie every time, and a little faster afterwards as my erection regrew in her mouth. In about five minutes, I jizzed again. She took it all.

Not five minutes had passed when she asked me: Ready for more? “Give me a few more minutes”, I said.

And off I went. Started fingering her and eventually switched to finger blasting. I was like a machine gun in her vajayjay. I was going so fast it hurt, my breathing got heavy and my forehead was sweaty… something something already, mom’s spaghetti. I clinched my eyes as I stayed right there.

“Stop, stop”, she whispered. I grasped her face furiously, and I screamed to her at the top of my lungs: “I’LL STOP WHEN I WANT TO STOP!!!”. Without skipping a heartbeat, she just said two words: “Choke me!”.

DAAAAAAAMN!!! She’s a freak!!! I hesitated just for a second and then I went for it. I choked her with my right hand and worked her moist pussy with my left. As soon as she seemed like she came, I went down on her yet again. Licking and thrusting my tongue against her clit, playing with her breasts as I tried to pleasure her beyond her filthiest fantasies, and once again: Missionary.

As I rammed my hard cock up her vagina, she finally seemed to be feeling actual pleasure. Her awkward smile was replaced by a look of elation and heavy breathing. If she could grasp, she would have dug her nails into the mattress, or clawed at my skin like a tigress. I went at her longer than the two previous rounds and finally, an explosion of pleasure ended round three.

I fell on the mattress soaked in sweat. She was a sight to behold; her eyes still looking at me with desire and her lips curled into a smile. I was out of breath, sore, exhausted and a little light headed. “Was that as good for you as it was for me?”, I asked her. “Yeah, definitely top 3”, she said. “Ready for more?”, she asked.

Oh, you gotta be kidding me. I’m beyond exhausted and she could still keep going. I politely declined. We got into a hot tub (I carried her in) and we talked for a while about everything. When the hour grew too late, I helped her out, dried her up, dressed her, carried her back to the car and took her back to her place. It was about 2:00 a.m.

We talked for a while after that but eventually stopped talking. We didn’t hook up again. I haven’t talked to her since at least November. I can say she’s the best sex I’ve ever had in my life so far. I had never had sex that came with a catch before her, and boy did she turn out to be quite the catch! I still think about her every now and then.

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/i3z0ay/the_catch_true_story