I met Sasha on Tinder. I could tell right away that she was boring, which was interesting, given the fact that she was absolutely gorgeous. She seemed to have no personality. Her bio was brief and included a list of likes and dislikes. She was your standard white girl, in terms of interests: sushi, hiking, dogs. Dislikes were mirror selfies, gun selfies, and cats.
I swiped right and much to my surprise, we were a match. I tend to know my market. Heavier women who are a little less attractive at first glance, but you look at them and after a moment or two, you go, “Yeah, she’s cute, I guess.” I’m a nice looking average guy—no one is going to stop twice to check me out. But the heavier set women who are “cute, I guess,” love me. So … it’s very rare that I match with a 10/10 knockout. And when I do, I can’t help but get a little suspicious. Are they a bot? Are they fishing for Instagram followers?
But Sasha was neither of those. We texted a little. Usually, you can tell right away if there’s a connection with your match or not. If you were to ask me, ten minutes into our chat, I would have said there was no connection. But I was wrong.
“So, do you want to get a drink?” Sasha asked.
“Sure,” I wrote back.
I mean, what did I have to lose? She was boring, the conversation was dull, but at least it would work well for my ego to go out with a beauty. As predicted, the date sucked. It was an awful bore. We barely spoke about anything substantial.
“Are you from the area?” I asked.
“Mm-hmm,” she said, sipping on her margarita.
There was no back and forth. No give and take. I could not wait for the date to end. But she ordered a second cocktail! I swear, I visibly rolled my eyes when she said she’d have a refill. Christ, I thought to myself.
“I like you,” she said after a while. “I think we’re having a very good time.”
“Me too,” I said, trying to discreetly look at my watch.
“So,” she said. “What are you into?”
FINALLY. A question. I was into lifting weights, cooking, hiking, camping, traveling, blah blah blah. I was listing off my favorite bands, favorite TV shows, favorite — and then she closed her eyes and shook her head.
“No, no, no. I mean like, what are you *into.”*
“I’m not sure I follow,” I said.
“I mean, like. Sex. What are you into? Do you have any fetishes? Any kinks?”
“Oh,” I said, blushing. I barely knew this woman and she was asking about my fetishes? “I mean, usually I don’t really talk about that stuff this early on.”
“Why not?” She asked. “I mean, we’re not on Tinder to get married, right? Let’s cut the shit. We’re on Tinder to fuck. And the first time with someone new usually suuuuucks. I do not want to have shitty sex tonight.”
TONIGHT? Oh, okay. Sasha was definitely making things interesting.
“Okay, so if I tell you my kinks and fetishes and they aren’t up your alley — do we just part ways or?”
“No way. We aren’t going to piss on each other tonight or anything. We’ll have good old fashioned sex. I just think being open right away with our kinks makes us less uncomfortable and more open with one another.”
After a brief discussion and a few mutual kinks, we threw handfuls of cash on the table and rushed out of the bar, like hysterical kids about to get into mischief. My apartment was a few quick blocks away, but halfway there, she whisked me into an alley.
“Touch me,” she whispered.
I shoved my hand down her pants. She was soaked.
“Fuck, you’re soaking wet.”
“Mm-hmm,” she said. “So wet.”
She took my fingers, which had been inside of her cunt, and licked them clean. My eyes popped. WHO WAS THIS WOMAN? We rushed down the street and into my building and rode the elevator to the 9th floor. I practically kicked my own front door down as we immediately stripped off our clothes.
“Let me see your cock,” she grunted.
I flicked on a light. Her nipples were pierced. She had a small, well manicured bush. Her mouth hung open as she looked at my cock.
“Oh my,” she whispered as she grabbed my cock and led me to the bedroom. She did a somersault onto the mattress, her head hanging off the edge of the bed. I immediately rammed my cock down her throat. She gagged and coughed.
“Aghhh,” she groaned as saliva immediately coated her face.
“Take it!” I grunted as I pumped myself in and out of her throat. I grabbed her arm and pressed her hand into her cunt.
“Make yourself cum while I fuck your face!” I shouted.
She masturbated ferociously as I fucked her face harder and harder. Her hair was matted down with saliva. A puddle formed on the floor below us as I pumped, fucking faster and faster. You could see her throat bulging as my cock pounded her.
“MORE!” She shouted when my cock slipped from her mouth and slapped heavily onto her face. My cock was coated in a thick layer of saliva.
I continued to fuck her throat until her whole body tightened up. Her legs pressed together as she hummed and groaned. And finally, she came and arched her entire back off the bed like a demon.
Yanking my cock from her, I spun her body around. Facing her, I plunged my spit coated cock into her cunt. Her eyes grew wide as I hoisted her legs over mine and drove myself in and out of her as her eyes popped every time I slammed deeper.
“FUCKING SHIT” She shouted. “YOU’RE! SO! DEEEEP!!!”
I wrapped my hand around her throat and grunted as I rammed myself in and out. Her pussy was so wet, she was dripping all over her thighs.
“HARDER!” She shouted.
I wasn’t sure if she wanted me to choke her harder or fuck her harder, so I did both.
Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as her face turned light red and then darker, and then darker until she reached up slowly and tapped out on my shoulder. I released my grip instantly and watched the blood rush back into her face.
She pushed me away and sat up for a second to catch her breath. She put my cock in her mouth and sucked slowly, making sure to clean her juices from me before turning around and getting on her hands and knees. I got onto the bed and put myself inside of her, fucking slowly, deeper and deeper.
I spat onto her asshole and put a thumb in without even asking. Her asshole opening up and took my thumb with ease. I used the thumb in her ass to stroke my cock as I fucked her pussy.
“So gooooood,” she moaned as she reached between her legs and masturbated.
“I’m gonna cum,” I whispered.
“Blow your load inside of me,” she said.
I pulled my thumb from her asshole and put my hands on her hips, picking up the pace as I fucked harder and harder and harder.
“You feel so fucking good!” I grunted as I slapped her ass.
“Slap it harder!” She screamed.
I whacked her ass a second time, harder than the first. So hard, I left a red handprint mark on her right cheek.
“AGAIN! FUCKING HARDER!”
I slammed my palm into her ass as hard as I could. Her body broke out in goosebumps immediately.
“Stop! … I want you to cum in my asshole.”
“Really?” I asked.
“Fuck my ass. Please, baby?”
I shrugged, pulling my grool covered cock from her. I gave myself a second to catch my breath and regroup. I spat on her asshole and slid a finger in and out. And then I added a second finger.
“Mmm, yes. Stretch my ass!”
I gaped her asshole by making the peace sign inside of her tight, pink anus, spreading the hole wider and wider until I thought my cock would fit.
“You ready?” I asked.
“Do it,” she begged.
I slid my cock into her asshole, pushing it all the way in.
“Mmmmmmm,” she moaned as she began to tremble.
“You okay?” I asked.
“Yes. Cum in my asshole.”
I began to fuck her ass, slowly at first, put picking up the pace as she moaned and continued to masturbate.
“Fuck,” she whispered. “I’m gonna squirt!”
“Do it!” I shouted with great excitement as I fucked her anus, pumping my cock in and out. My cock seemed to get even harder as she began to shake like crazy. And then, she unleashed a heavy torrent of squirt, which sprayed from her cunt like a hose as she screamed with delight.
“I’m cumming!” I shouted as I emptied my balls inside of her tight hole. I hadn’t gotten off in days, if not longer. I could feel the thick ropes of cum spurt from my cock deep inside of her asshole.
She collapsed into the bed as I pulled my cum covered cock from her asshole. I watched the gape slowly close as she rested on the pillow, face down, ass up.
“As far as first dates go,” I said laughing.
“Pretty good,” she said with a giggle.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/c7zott/the_most_boring_girl_in_the_world_mf_face_fuck
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Super hot story, well written! Loved the simplicity yet noticed a delightful amount of depth to both characters. A story to be recommended to others. Great read.
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