[MF] The time a Tinder match invited herself over

Long time reader, first time writer. By way of introduction, I’m a thirty-four year old single guy living in NYC. 6’3”, 200lbs, very athletic, above average dick. I have always had an extremely high sex drive, and after seventeen years in New York my depravity knows no bounds.

I matched with Nicole on Tinder sometime in January 2018. She was a twenty-nine year old professional; fit, with a very pretty face, pale skin, and dark red hair. Soon after we matched she wrote me a simple “Hey there,” but I got busy and didn’t reply for a couple of weeks. One day I was scrolling through my matches and saw her message and figured I might as well reply.

> “Hey Nicole, sorry for the delay. I was playing hard to get. Did it work?” I asked.

> “Well… it didn’t NOT work :)” she replied.

And, like the incorrigibly arrogant ass I am, I got busy and didn’t reply. The next Saturday I was looking forward to a night in by myself. I went to the gym in the evening, took a shower, and got ready to watch some TV before bed. On a whim, I thought I’d look through my messages again. Nicole had written about an hour earlier.

> “And I just noticed you play guitar… so what I’m really saying is, what do you feel like doing to me tonight?”

I was really looking forward to staying in. I really was. But my dick has a mind of its own so I had to negotiate a compromise. I’ll invite her over, sketchy as that may be, and if she actually comes over then who am I to decline sex with a complete stranger? A hot, horny stranger.

> “Depends. How soon can you get here? Will Ferrell is hosting SNL tonight and I’m kind of excited to watch it, “ I wrote.

> “I can make it for the second half. Will that suffice? Just gotta shower and I’ll be on my way,” she replied.

> “That’s actually perfect,” I said. “I can even play you a song.”

I wrote her my address and told her to let me know when she was on her way. About forty-five minutes later I got a call from my doorman.

> “There is a Nicole here to see you,” he said.

> “Let her up,” I replied.

* * *

Nicole was hot. Probably 5’4” and obviously worked out. She was wearing heels with jeans and a blouse that was unbuttoned just enough to show off her amazing cleavage. She had taken her coat off in the elevator, and as I opened the door she smiled and waltzed right in before saying a word.

> “I’m early,” she said as she plopped onto the living room couch.

It was 11:40; the show was on but neither of us paid attention. I opened a bottle of wine and we chatted about everything and nothing at all, intentionally skirting around the kind of personal questions you typically ask someone you first meet. I sat close, and after a few minutes I got closer. Eventually I put my hand on her leg, and slowly moved it up and down. As we talked, I moved my hand farther and farther up her leg until the side of my hand was pressed up against her pussy. I could feel the heat, even through her jeans.

And then, with my other hand, I reached for her face and pulled it toward me. She closed her eyes and we kissed.

* * *

We made out on my couch for a few minutes; soon she was on top of me, grinding on my dick through our pants while we furiously tugged at each others’ clothes. First her blouse was off, then her bra. I paused for a moment to admire her tits and then took one of her bright pink nipples into my mouth. She pulled off my shirt and I grabbed her body, pressing her tits against my bare chest. She was just a stranger, but for a minute I forgot it and was lost in the embrace.

I needed her, the anticipation was too much. I picked her up and took her to my bedroom, then threw her onto my bed. I began to kiss her body, making my way from her mouth down to her still buttoned jeans. Without a word she reached down and tore her pants off, revealing a sexy black thong. I stood up and took mine off, too, and then frantically got back on top of her, making out while I rubbed my dick against her pussy through our underwear.

> “I need you,” she said. “But can you wear a condom? I’m not on birth control.”

I’ve had my share of irresponsible, unprotected sex with casual partners, but rarely with total strangers. Of-fucking-course I was going to wear a condom.

> “Yes, of course,” I said, and put the thought out of my head.

I reached to the nightstand and got out a condom, put it on, and got back on top of her. I ripped off her thong and began to play with her bare, freshly shaved pussy. She was tight, but soaked with anticipation. I teased her, rubbing the head of my dick on her clit and only putting it inside her for slow, shallow thrusts. Finally, she couldn’t take it anymore. She reached down and grabbed my ass and pulled me all the way inside her.

Soon I was fucking her in earnest. After a while she got on top and rode me hard and deep, making herself cum on my dick. Beads of sweat rolled down her forehead as she collapsed onto me.

> “Whoa,” she said. “I wasn’t expecting that.”

I flipped her over and started fucking her from behind, she with her knees close together, her head down, and ass high in the air, and me standing off the side of the bed. I stared at my dick going in and out of her pussy, her pink asshole just above, and I was lost in the intensity. I licked my thumb and pressed on her asshole, and it slid right in. I looked over to the mirror that is beside my bed and I saw her face, pressed against the bed, looking me directly in the eye.

> “I want to fuck your ass,” I told her.

> “I’ve never done that,” she said.

She was probably lying, I thought. Something about the way she said it, or maybe I’m just cynical.

> “It’s okay, I’m a professional,” I joked.

> “Okay, just make sure you use lots of lube and go really slow,” she replied.

I reached for the lube in my nightstand and began to rub it on her ass while i continued fucking her. First one finger, then two. She moaned the hottest moan, like pure ecstasy. I could feel my dick through her asshole, and I could tell she loved when I would press down.

I pulled out of her pussy and squirted a copious amount of lube all over my dick and inside her ass. Then I lined up, and as I was slowly entering she pushed back on me and took in the entire length of my dick. If her previous moan was hot, this one was absolute fire.

I started slowly and after a few minutes picked up the pace. She was starting to get uncomfortable, it seemed, so I slowed down again and pushed her onto her stomach with my dick still inside her ass. I grabbed her hair back and held it, slowly thrusting in and out of her ass. She moaned again, a mix of pain and pleasure, and I began to make out with her. We stayed that way for what seemed like hours, furiously making out while I thrust in and out of her ass.

> “I want you to cum in my ass,” she said.

I grabbed her face again and with our mouths locked I thrust as deep as I could and released, grunting in her mouth as I did.

We fell asleep shortly after, and in the morning I woke up to her getting dressed.

> “Thanks for last night,” she said. “We should do it again.”

> “Absolutely,” I replied.

But I got busy and, alas, we never did it again.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/bcl7i0/mf_the_time_a_tinder_match_invited_herself_over