Part II. Tinder even works in China [MF][MF][MF]. A tale of 3 fucks in 24 hours.

I stood in the shower. We had been fucking, more or less non-stop, for 2 hours and we’d still be fucking if that $15 dollar box of condoms had more than 3 stupid packages. I looked down at my dick slowly slide in and out of her mouth, over her lips- her eyes closed and her hands slowly spinning at it’s base. The warm water ran down my back as she ran a hand between my thighs and up my ass. Gently pressing her finger against my asshole as she pushed my dick into the back of her throat, held it there, and silently gag for a beat or two. I reached down and wrapped both hands into her dark as night hair and pulled her head into me hoping I’d be able to slide myself into her throat. She grabbed my ass with both hands struggling to put me deeper into her, but all she did was convulse and gag before pulling back and taking a quick gasp of air. She smiled up at me from her knees, stroking my cock- “I told you i was giver” she laughed as I put my hands under her arms and pulled her up to me. Our wet bodies slid against each other as I ran my hands up her thighs and between her ass, but my cock was losing steam quick and even as she turned around and pressed that perfect little brown ass into me, sliding still erect, but spent cock up and down between her cheeks, I knew I didn’t have anything left for her.

I turned her back around, our bodies tight together, the entire bathroom was full of steam and the air felt wet, and she slid her pussy up and down my right thigh. “Hey” I said, “I got to pack up. The flight leaves at 2.” She jokingly pressed her pussy even harder into my thigh, “Oh you’re not kicking me out” she giggled “I have shit to do too.”

We got dressed, and never knowing the proper etiquette following a hotel room hook-up, I walked her to the elevator and kissed her on the cheek. “Next time I’m in the city maybe we should meet up?” She laughed and we both knew we’d never see each other again. “I had fun” she said and the door elevator dinged, she walked in, waved, it closed and i caught my reflection in the shine of the elevator doors. I looked like i had just fucked a stranger in a hotel room in China.

I finished packing my bag, tidied up the room, tossed the condoms, left a tip for the maids, and headed to the airport. ‘The future’s so weird,’ I thought as i sat in my taxi, chinese pop playing on the radio. Almost 18 years earlier, to the day, I had had sex for the first time. It had taken me the entire fall semester of my freshman year, probably 10 dates, a fucking bouquet of roses (I know, man, I know), and a terribly written poem before I felt like I was ready to fuck with the girl I had been trying to fuck with. I fumbled around awkwardly on some couch in some college apartment. Fumbled with my dick, fumbled with her tits, fumbled with a condom, and fumbled into her pussy for a second or two before I came. After we got back from Christmas break I realized I hadn’t really liked her much (certainly as not as much as my terrible poetry made it seem like I did), but didn’t break up with her for almost 2 months because deep down I was grateful she had let me fumble my dick into her for a couple of seconds that night before Christmas and then let me continue doing that any time the mood struck me that winter.

But here I was sitting in a taxi, in china at midnight, just having fucked the living daylight out of an insanely hot 24 year old who I found on my phone 4 hours earlier. No dates. No roses. No bad poetry. No money or time put into it. Three hours earlier I had bought her a drink. Two hours earlier i had her face buried in a mattress, her hair tangled in my hand as i spanked her ass and fucked her pussy like i hated it. One hour earlier she had a finger in my ass in a shower as she gagged on my cock and ran her tongue down my balls. And now I’d never see her again. I wonder how I’d explain the future to Humbang79 as he doddled his dick around on that fucking burlap couch with a chubby little girl to the muffled sounds of a Matchbox 20 CD. Sure it was easier, and sexier, and more fun, and oddly, a lot less awkward, but fuck it can leave you feel a little empty. The road was empty. I wondered if my driver was falling asleep or was just a shitty driver and kind of wished sophie coppola was filming me.

Because of a poorly timed meeting my flight didn’t head directly back to the states but instead laid me over in a large SE Asian city for 20 hours. I landed 5 am, checked into my hotel, and planned on watching TV for a couple of hours before heading to my 9 am meeting. As I laid there my phone pinged with a tinder match, and when I opened the app almost every girl I swiped on matched. It must have been from when I was there a month earlier, but I wasn’t going to over think it. I quickly ran through my swipes on an assortment of local college girls, professionals, foreign backpackers, and english teachers. I have always tried to by coy and flirty before when I use tinder, but I was in town for 20 hours and just wanted someone to hang out with. I wasn’t even sure I wanted to fuck, so I wrote every girl the same thing “Hey straight up. I’m just here for the day. My hotel has an amazing pool side bar (which it did), maybe we should go swimming and get a drink.” Seemed like it was a long shot, but I went with it.

By the time I was getting dressed for my meeting a small handful or girls had responded and I was making plans with one, a half thai half german who was teaching english in the city, to meet up before lunch for a swim. I couldn’t focus in the meeting and kept checking flipping through the 5 pictures on her profile. She was tan, cute freckles, short brown hair cut into a bob, and pretty skinny. Even though I wasn’t planning on it, I couldn’t stop thinking about what it might be like to fuck her.

And fuck her I did. The moment i saw her in the lobby looking pretty out of place in nothing but short jeans shorts, a loose tank top, and flip flops, I knew I was going to have her bent over my bed with cock inside her in the next couple of hours.

“Andi?” I said as I walked towards her and she quickly turned around. She opened her arms for a hug, “Humbang79?” she asked as she kind of squinted her eyes and smiled. We hug for a second and I asked if she needed to change. “What?!” she winked and giggled, “I don’t go into strange mens’ hotel rooms.” she slid her tank top to the side to show she already had her bikini on. I told her to meet me at the pool and ran up to my room and changed.

We spent the next hour sitting next to each other at the poolside bar and she was clearly starting to feel a buzz. She looked fucking amazing. She was a distant runner in college and her body reflected that. Not much in the way of tits or ass, but she was strong and lean. I could see the slight bulge of her nipples under the tiny pink triangles of her bikini top, but the fabric wasn’t covering much else. When she stood up and took my hand and pulled me towards to pull it was hard not to notice how low her bottoms sat in the front and how her pussy was clearly very very smooth. She had a surprisingly nice ass and distance runners legs.

We laughed and flirted in the pool. Joked about Tinder and how ridiculous it was that she was hanging out a with a man 15 years older than her at some stupid fancy hotel. She said she hadn’t realized how old I was when she swiped on me and almost didn’t write back after I messaged her. I told her would have been a shame because she would have really missed out. She raised her right eyebrow as under the water I hooked a thumb around the tie of her bikini bottom. The tequila and sun were clearly hitting both of us by now, “Oh really?” she smirked and came a little closer, “I would have been missing out on what?” Her body was almost pressed against mine, and the fat white guys and chinese tourists lounging by the pool couldn’t give a flying fuck. “And,” I smiled, “I go pretty hard.” She raised her eyebrow again and wrapped her arms around my neck as she pulled away from me a little. She was clearly tipsy.

“Mmhm,” she said “I’m sure I can handle an old man.”

“Fuck!” I laughed, “I’m only 36!” and pulled her hips into me. “Should we do this?” I asked, but before I had a chance to make a move she was taking me by the hand out of the pool.

Before the elevator doors has closed I had her pushed into the wall. She tried to hold her towel up with one hand while her other one brought my head towards her. Our mouths met, she ran her fingers through my still wet hair, the taste of sugar, and salt and tequila was in her mouth. I didn’t give a fuck if someone else got on the elevator. My cock felt like it might tear through my quickly tightening swim shorts. My hands ran to the bottom of edge of the towel and worked their way up her toned legs, pulling her tighter into me as my body crushed her again the back of the elevator. The door dinged. My floor. i grabbed her by the hand. Her towel had fallen off and she held it in her hand as I we walked/run down the hall. I fumbled with the key card trying to activate the door as she ran her hands up and down my back. Pressing her chest into me.

The door closed behind us and before I could pull her to the bed she hit her knees. ‘Mother fucker!’ I thought, ‘What the fuck is happening?!’ It should have felt at least a little awkward. It had been bit awkward until the liquor hit, but as she hit her knees and pulled down my shorts in one motion the only thing in the world i cared about was smashing my throbbing cock into this girls mouth. Then, because I’m a fucking adult, I dropped down in front of her and grabbed her face. “I’m going to fuck, you and i’m going to fuck you hard,” I looked her in the eyes, “I need you to know you can always tell me to stop or slow down. Understand?” She smiled coyly, even as my hands pressed into her cheeks, “I understand” she waited for a beat, “daddy…”

I pulled her to her feet and pushed her into the wall behind her, cushioning the back of her head with my hand I tore at her bikini top. It quickly was wrapped around my one hand like the rope on a bare knuckle boxers fist. She was pinned against the wall with my hand on her throat as my mouth searched one perfect round nipple than the other. She squirmed and let out little gasps as i slowly tighten my fingers around her neck. She rocked her hips away from the wall, trying to grind into me, trying to connect her pussy to some thing, anything, but I purposely kept my hips aways from her as i worked my mouth up from her nipples across her clavicle and to her wet mouth. She grabbed my back and her nails dug into my shoulders as searched my mouth with her tongue like a god damn tsa agent on meth. I couldn’t take it any more.

It was a blur. Her bottoms were off and then wrapped into her mouth like a fucking bridle. Somehow a condom was on my dick and as she reached back, grabbing at her own ass I slid into her tight pink slit. With one hand i tightened my hand around her neon green bikini bottoms that were now simultaneously gagging her and pulling her head back towards me. She arched her back, pushing her ass towards me as she let her arms collapse and the face pressed into the crisp whiteness of the duvet. Dust hung in the air in a beam of light streaming through the open curtains and her moans were muffled by the bed as well as the bikini that that had been covering her pussy and ass only moments earlier. I grabbed her hip with my free hand and pumped my dick into her as fast and hard as i could. I watched her ass tremble with every thrust and and i could feel my balls, soaked from her pussy, slapping into her clit as I buried myself into her over and and over and over again. She clawed at the sheets above her head tearing at the pillows and duvet cover like a fucking succubus before finally her legs seemed to give out and body fully collapsed onto the bed. I eased my throbbing dick out of her and let go of the bikini bottoms, and rolled the condom off my dick dropping it unceremoniously on the floor.

She slowly rolled over, and gently pulled the neon pink material covered in her spit out of her mouth and daintily dropped it next to her. She ran her slender fingers over her stomach and her nonexistent tits, lingering at her nipples as she propped herself up with a pillow. I stepped back to gather myself. i was breathing heavy and covered in spit and kind of unsure what the fuck had just happened. My dick throbbed and I reached down gently stroking it with one hand while I ran my other one through my hair and took a deep breath. She smiled at me like we hadn’t just fucked our way into infamy but had rather enjoyed a champagne lunch in the gardens at the Louvre. “oh you’re not done with me daddy” she fake pouted as she slowly spread her legs apart.

The night before was fun. It was nice to fuck. She seemed like a nice girl, Moki, or Miko, or whatever the fuck her name was. But this, but this mother fucker was what dreams, or nightmares, are made of. I mean how the fuck was this happening. I had been to bars the last couple of months. I had met people and even booty called some old hook ups, but no results. Now in the space of like 12 fucking hours this had happened. I laughed and grabbed my dick, feeling how hard it still felt, “Nah baby girl, we’re just getting started.”

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7nyo6f/part_ii_tinder_even_works_in_china_mfmfmf_a_tale