“Fuck yeah baby! Goddamn you’re so sexy” I almost can’t look at her as I reply. She smiles knowing how well her magic is working.
“You want to fuck my tight pussy tonight? You want to make me yours?” She says. Slowing her strokes a bit.
“YES! I want you so bad!” My voice nearly cracks.
“Make me into a little slut tonight. Cum in this pussy and make it all yours.” She replies. She stops jerking me off and slowly leans back onto the bed. Legs spread wide.
I get on top of her and we kiss wildly. I play with her tits which causes her to moan. She grinds her thong covered pussy against my cock. We both moan and groan back and forth.
I break the kiss and start to kiss down her body. Starting at her neck and working my way down. Getting to her tits I start to suck on her nipples. Her reaction is immediate. She moans loudly and runs her fingers through my hair. I alternate between nipples, making sure they both get love.
“Please baby I need your cock! I’ve needed it for so long!” She says between moans.
“You want me to eat your pussy first baby?” I replied.
“Later baby, I need to get fucked right now.” She says. I don’t want to keep a lady waiting long. I sit up and as I do she pulls her thong to the side.
“Slide that thick cock in me. I need it!” She says. Sammy had told me that I would be the thickest cock she’s had. So I slide it in slowly at first. The feeling of her tight pussy parting way for my cock in mind blowing.
“Push it in babe. I can take it all, I want you.” She moans.
I slide my length all the way into her. She’s dripping wet and that’s good because she’s tighter than anyone I’ve been with. I start to slide my length in and out of her slowly.
Sammy moans and groans as my cock proves her deep. The sound of her wet pussy getting filled is music to my ears. I started to pick up the pace and she loved it.
“Yes! Yes! Fuck me baby. Make me into your little slut! I love that thick cock!” She screams. I’d never been with a girl who talks so dirty. It almost drives me over the edge but I persist.
The bed shakes as I fuck her pussy harder. It’s all instinct at this point. Our eyes are locked as my cock fills her tight pussy again and again. There is no way the whole hallway can’t hear her get fucked.
I slow down a bit but concentrate on long strokes. I want to catch my breath for a bit but I can tell Sammy wants to give me more rest.
“Fuck me harder baby! I’m a little slut for that cock and I need to get filled! She says after a long moan. So I picked up my pace again. I start using her like a fuck doll.
At this point the room is loud with the sound of our fucking. Sammy’s wet pussy getting punished. Our moans in between indiscriminate swearing. The energy is thick and the end is near for both of us. Sammy can feel it coming.
“Fuck me baby! Fuck me like a good little slut! Fill me with your hot cum!” She says.
“I need it! I’m so fucking close I need your cum!” She says after a moan.
I thrust in harder and harder. I’m exhausted at this point but I can feel my orgasm coming. Looking down at Sammy’s bouncing tits does it. I groan loud and thrust in deep. Ropes of cum shoot deep into her pussy. Still to this day I don’t think I’ve came that hard before.
I collapse on the bed next to her and we cuddle for a while. But that wasn’t the end of the night. We spent the night fucking all over my dorm room and once in the shower. I came in her and on her. It was one of the wildest nights I’ve ever had.
Sammy and I dated for another two years. The relationship was great the whole time. She ended up getting accepted into a study abroad program and we mutually decided we didn’t want to date long distance.
After Sammy I had some flings here and there but nothing really of substance. Especially as I was finishing up school and going into a career I just didn’t have the time for anything more. For the most part I’m not a one night stand kind of guy but have had a few.
4. Getting Back in the Game
Today at work a coworker mentioned a new dating app that just released a few weeks ago. I had used a few of them with very mixed results. But he seemed to swear by it. Saying that he had a date last night and the girl was great. They already set up another date next week. It’s gimmick is that profiles just use usernames so you can more anonymously browse potential dates.
The conversation quickly shuffled into the back of my brain. Work was kind of busy so I didn’t have a lot of time to think about it. It only came back to mind when I was at the gym after work. I thought “Ehhhh what the hell. Maybe I’ll try it out.” I figured there was no harm in just setting up a profile.
I finished up at the gym and head up to my apartment. In the showers I think about it more. I’m a bit more settled now so why not try to get out there. Even if I have a few shitty dates I might find someone decent. Plus I don’t mind an excuse to get dressed up and go out to dinner.
Finishing up my shower I whip up a quick dinner and grab a beer. Settling on the couch to relax and set up my profile. The download went quick and registering my account was pretty painless. The hardest part was picking a decent username.
I filled out my biography and answered some starter questions they had. Some of them I think I may have put too much thought into. Sometimes I have the tendency to get overly long. But some people find that kind of charming. So I’ll take it!
Pictures were kind of an issue. A lot of my friends aren’t the type to take pictures at events. A lot of what I have are from my freshman and sophomore years of college. At that time I didn’t have a beard and was way less tan. I’ve filled out a little more and I’ll be honest, finals aged me easily a decade. So I can’t really use pictures from college.
I scrolled through hundreds of pictures just so I could find three kind of alright ones. Plus for good measure I took a classic mirror picture in the bathroom. With pictures sorted out, I was ready to browse!
The first few profiles I saw were pretty promising. I ended up tapping the green check mark on a few right off the bat. If you aren’t familiar with the modern dating app, most use a common system. If I confirm I like a girl’s profile and she later does the same, we match. From there we can start chatting.
I finish my beer and go back to checking out profiles. I don’t generally have a lot of preferences when it comes to who I date. It mostly falls into whether I just find someone attractive or not. It’s not like I have a hard line I draw in terms of looks. Which is nice because that leaves a lot of possibilities open.
Personality wise is where I’m a little more strict. I need to be engaged in conversation with someone. Not in the sense that we always need to be talking about deep matters of life and death. More so I just want to feel like some of our conversations are going somewhere. Combine that with good humor and you have the perfect girl for me.
A few beers later I think I’ve reached a point where I can’t look at any more profiles. Now it’s kind of the waiting game to see who matches with me. Getting up from the couch I clean up the dishes and do a little cleaning around the kitchen.
Putting my phone on charge, I fall into bed and drift off to sleep.
Morning always comes too quickly. No matter how many times I wake up for work, grogginess consumes me. Checking my phone before my morning shower I see a few notifications of matches. I don’t have a huge amount of time in the morning, so I tend to just go straight to getting ready. I can play on my phone at work so I’ll check my matches then.
After a quick shower and a cup of coffee I set off to start my day.
This morning’s meeting was especially boring. We all are in the IT field and most of us specialize in security. Yet we have to have meetings about strong passwords and not using public wifi for work. Just the most boring stuff imaginable. Even worse this morning because I knew I had matches waiting. My boss finally closed the meeting and I rushed off to my desk.
Opening up the app I see fifteen matches. Scrolling through the many beautiful faces I’m excited by the possibilities. Checking my messages puts a damper on that excitement. So many messages from bots asking me to open up links to sketchy websites. I’m used to fake accounts so I’m surprised I didn’t spot some of these. I start deleting and reporting messages.
Scrolling through one girl’s profile picture catches my eye. A blonde in a short red dress. I tap her profile to jog my memory. I remember this account! A lot of her pictures were kind of blurry and not the greatest. But her answers to a lot of the questions the site asks you were really good.
Her body in some of the pictures looks really good from what I can see. She doesn’t look that tall but absolutely not short. The dress she is wearing hugs her body and you can see every curve. She clearly keeps in shape and does a lot of squats. Her ass looks like it would feel nice in my hands. She isn’t lacking at all in the boobs department, they look rather big and perky.
Luckily she’s online now so I send her a message back.
“Hey! Glad we matched. Your answers to a lot of the questions were really good. Some honestly gave me a good laugh.” I reply.
Going back to work I feel my phone vibrate and smile when I see she replied.
“Hey thanks (: is there one in particular you really enjoyed?” She says.
One of the questions was “What is your most embarrassing drunk story?” She had a story about being in Vegas and trying to hit on a blackjack dealer while drunk as a skunk.
“The Vegas story was very funny! I’ve never been there myself but that sounds like a blast!”
“Oh you NEED to go! We had so much fun on that trip. Me and some of the girls from work went. That night we got kicked out of a casino for grinding on slot machines for good luck.” She replies.
I just keep my phone open at this point. I have my own office so it’s not like anyone is going to care.
“Did you black out? Haha” I reply.
“Pretty close! I think we went to some awful buffet and walked around the strip until 4am. I have never been that hungover in my whole life.” She says.
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