[MF] My most successful bumble date, or how I learned to stop worrying and fuck the ass

As you can tell from my post history, my sex life has been rather, well, vanilla. While I’m not a prude by any means, just about every time I’ve had sex up till about last week it was with someone I’d been dating for a respectable amount of time, and it was almost always plain old missionary. Hell, I’m even a former boy scout, as stereotypical a picture of a good American man you could find outside of a Norman Rockwell painting. And, this past month or so, I’ve been fed up with this. I don’t want more boring sex, I want wild, crazy, kinky sex with people I’ve just met. So I did what any horny twenty-something does: I made a bumble account.

I filled the profile full of everything I could think of to attract a quick fuck. Picture of me in a leather jacket leaning against a nice car? Check. ACAB in my bio? Check. Punk music in my spotify? Fucking check. Then I started swiping on anyone with a tattoo or a septum piercing. After a week of the usual false starts and conversational dead ends, it didn’t take long before I matched with her: Maria. Asian with an athlete’s build and standing at 5’1″ in her Doc Martens 1460’s with a face full of metal and arms covered in tattoos, everything about her said she liked it rough, hard, and fast.

And this is where, of course, I hit a wall, and realized I didn’t know what to say. Luckily enough, bumble decided to fill in for me, as she sent me the first message. It read “Fuck pigs, right?” So I knew we were off to a good start. After a nice conversation about how America’s law enforcement are fundamentally corrupt, we made plans for her to come over and watch a lovely movie called *Dragged against Concrete.* After all, we were already on that kick, with our main shared points of interest being a dislike for authority and (I hoped) kinky sex. After she came over, said hi to my roommate, we talked for a bit, and we started watching the movie.

At around twenty minutes, Maria’s head was on my shoulder, and I almost started to rethink this plan. While, yes, I had gone into this with the intent to fuck this girl’s brains out, she’d been really sweet this whole time. Was I leading her on? Reality and a quick search through my phone at time of writing would tell you no, but still. I had a pang of guilt that can only really be blamed on my Catholic upbringing. Then, as I mulled this over, she turned to me and said “so, uh, we gonna fuck?”

My moral crisis over, we immediately started making out. He hands rubbed over the front on my jeans, mine went up her shirt and over her bra, to her small breasts. She moaned into my ear, her hot breath on my neck arousing something in me I hadn’t felt in all my boring previous encounters. I kissed the side of her neck and she unzipped my pants and started to tug my hardening dick.

I pushed away, a bit more forcefully than I intended, and she ended up sprawled back on my bed. Instead of angry or hurt, like I expected, Maria’s eyes flashed with a kind of lust I didn’t expect. Then she smiled. “Oh? So you like to play rough, then?”

Truth be told, I didn’t really have a true answer to that, having only experience the tender, awkward love you get from exclusively dating good Catholic girls your mother approves of and your dad thinks are boring. But I knew I wanted to at least try. “Yes,” I told her, “rough and dirty.”

Maria pulled her shirt off over her head and unhooked her bra, throwing both pieces of clothing to the side. I was pleasantly surprised to find that her face wasn’t the only thing she’d had pierced. “Then fuck me. Fuck me like a whore.”

I pulled off her pants and panties in a single motion, exposing her pussy, shaved except for a small tuft of hair on top, too wild to be a landing strip but not enough to really be called a bush. I pulled off my pants, donned a condom, and entered her. She gasped, like she was expecting a bit more buildup, and I started thrusting in and out of her. And it was great, the illicit thrill of fucking someone who was, in essence, a complete stranger to me, but I still wasn’t sure what to do to make it more dangerous. I settled on pinning her down while I fucked her, putting my hands on her wrists and pushing her into the bed with all my strength. There, her moaning went from loud to deafening, and I wondered what my neighbors (a sweet older couple) and roommate must be thinking.

We kept at it until I started to get tired, and asked if she could get on top. Maria tried to speak, but found she couldn’t for a second, so she just nodded to me. When she got on top of me and my hard cock entered her, her hand grabbed mine and, almost instinctively, put it to her throat.

“What?” I asked, not quite understanding how I’d gotten here.

Maria’s face fell, and her grasp on my hand fell a bit. “Oh, sorry, I…”

In a move that surprised me as much as it surprised her, I squeezed her throat, cutting her off. In less than a second her expression switched from shock to joy as she began to ride my cock. And I felt it, that thing I’d been looking for. Not just the passion of sex, but the feeling of power that comes from having your hand on someone’s neck, choking them until their mascara runs, and having them beg for more.

She bounced up and down on my cock and I bucked my hips up to meet her. Her gasps were desperate, primal. With my free hand I played with her clit, and soon she was bent over me, quivering as she came. Her orgasm seemed to last forever, and I felt every twitch from inside her. When it was over, she was on top of me, too drained and tired to move. I felt my cock slip out of her pussy.

“Holy shit,” Maria said. “That was so fucking good. Holy shit. Did you cum?”

“No.”

“Fuck. My legs are still shaking. There’s no way I can ride your cock. Wanna fuck me from behind?”

And a thought in my head, the kind that I usually keep buried, came out. *Hey,* it said to me, *do you think maybe she’ll do the thing none of your girlfriends would do? You know, that thing that lead to a huge fight last time you asked?*

“Can I fuck your ass?” Immediately, I wished I hadn’t said it. I didn’t even have any lube, and I just met her. I didn’t even know if she liked anal.

“Yeah, definitely.”

That took me off guard. “I didn’t buy lube.”

“Well, I was pretty fucking wet. I think you should be good.”

And like that, I was behind her, her face buried in my pillow, her ass in the air, hands spreading her cheeks. Without thinking, I pressed the head of my cock to her asshole. It seemed too tight for a finger even, let along the head of my cock. And yet, when I pressed forward, it gave a little. A little more pressure and it seemed to open right up, taking the head of my cock entirely before closing up after it, tightly to the shaft. When this happened, she grabbed my wrist and squeezed it, letting out a muffled scream into her pillow.

“Are you okay?”

Maria nodded. “Keep going, okay?”

I thrust more in, slowly at first. She cried out again. I stopped. “Keep fucking going!” And so I gave it to her again, quicker this time. It was so tight and warm, snugger than her pussy. I knew I couldn’t take much of this, it felt so good, and so wrong, unlike anything else I’d done. Before long, I was fucking her ass as hard and fast as I’d been fucking her pussy, and I came deep inside her.

After some cleanup, we cuddled together in my bed, her head back on my shoulder where it was where we began. “So, uh, you really like anal, huh?” She asked me.

“First time, actually.”

“Huh, coulda fooled me. Takes a lot of confidence to ask for anal on a first date.”

“Well, I could ask again on the next one?”

“I’d like that.”

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