Indulging a Tinder girl’s inner slut [MF]

I liked the look of her from the start – she was different to the kind of girl I normally go for, but my body reacted as I looked through her pictures. Perhaps it was the photo of a beautiful choker around a delicate neck; a little hint for me, a clue about what was to come. She was tiny – a shade over 5 foot, perhaps, and petite. She had an Asian mother and a British father, and just looked like the most gorgeous little plaything. I am 5’11”, carrying a little bit of extra weight but confident in my body and with a penchant for making naughty girls obey.

We chatted and, surprisingly, the conversation was easy going – we dispensed with the usual cheesy lines and poorly feigned interest, quickly establishing that we had plenty of genuine common ground and could relax. I made sure that she couldn’t forget why and how we’d met though… I peppered the conversation with naughty comments, dirty remarks. I told her what a giveaway her choker was and how I’d never met a girl in one who didn’t also enjoy feeling a firm hand on their body, in their hair. Then I returned to normal conversation. She didn’t waver, didn’t question it. I kept up the occasional remark, planting the seed. I made sure that she knew the kind of dynamic I wanted and she was only too eager to please. A few days later, we met for drinks. Laughs. We met in order to have a respectable pretence for what we both knew was coming next.

The atmosphere between us was electric and, after leaving the bar and we neared the front door, I rested my hand on her ass. The first explicitly sexual moment between us, and her reaction was to softly wriggle her hips and nestle into my hand. What a good little slut.

As soon as the door closed, my hands were all over her. Our tongues entwined as I pushed her to the wall, my knee against it as she spread her legs for me. I could feel her grinding against me, feel the heat of her gorgeous, tiny body. I whispered in her ear, asking if she was always such a naughty girl. A moan in response. I ask if she liked being a slut; if she craved a man’s touch, a man’s cock. Another moan and my hand is on her chest now, squeezing her tits and teasing her nipples. I could feel her writhing, feel her excitement at being pinned. I could feel how pleased she was to be my naughty little toy.

My hand worked its way to her throat and I looked in her eye, towering over her. Toying with her body, grinding it hard on my leg. I could tell that her cunt was soaked. I could feel her breath, see her eyes begging me. Pleading to be filled. But I wanted to savour this night; I wanted to corrupt her body in every way. I wanted to use her for my pleasure until her pussy ached and throbbed in satisfaction.

I pulled away and forced her to her knees, she didn’t need to be told what to do next. Her tiny hands worked to free me; my hands running through her hair. Coaxing her. Encouraging her. She could hear my voice, telling her what a good little slut she was. Finally free, I held her hair tighter now. Passed my cock across her cheek and painted her with precum. Then I slid past her pretty lips and felt her warm, beautiful mouth engulf me. Both my hands on her head now, I began to fuck her mouth. In the hallway, both fully clothed; my pants gathered around my ankles and this devious little fucktoy servicing my cock like a perfect whore. Performing for me.

I needed to cum now, and I wanted to own her. To mark her. I removed myself from her mouth and stroked myself, rubbed my cock all over her face as she caught her breath. We locked eyes for a moment, and I didn’t have to say a word. She began to beg. “Please. Please cum for me. Cum.”

I felt it rising up, coursing through my body. I painted her face, made a mess. I covered this dirty, horny slut with the nice warm cum she deserved.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/79q74j/indulging_a_tinder_girls_inner_slut_mf