My tinder date

“Sure, I’ll be there in a few minutes” was the last message I got, 20 minutes ago. It was my new tinder date. I was growing impatient, but it let me more time to get myself pretty. I took out a good wine bottle and set it on the table, waiting for my date. My date was a muscular man from Argentina, with short black hair and a very rough face. It made him look quite like a bad guy, and that turned me on. I brushed my hair, then suddenly I heard somebody ring my doorbell. It was him. “I’m coming” I said, the left out a short giggle. I opened the door, and before me was standing my date, a tall man. Taller than expected. “Come in” I said, closing the door behind him. “You’re beautiful” he said, his accent sounding irresistible to me.

“Thank you, handsome” I said seductively. We made way into my living room, wine already served. “Sit down” I said while pointing at the big sofa. He sat down and I gave him the wine glass. We sat together to drink, talking. His accent really drove me crazy. “So tell me, Felicia, where do you work at?” he asked with his sharp accent. “Oh, I’m a nurse. How about you, Matias?” I said back. “I’m a coach, for baseball players”. That explained his good body. “That’s good. You’re good with physical stuff then?” I asked. Just after that, I realized that I sounded like a cheap porn star.  “I’d say so” he said unimpressed at my lame flirting.

I leant forward to kiss him, and put my hand on his crotch. He was already hard, and that made me horny. After grabbing his man parts, he slid his hand under my skirt, to feel my already wet vagina. We were just horny, and the chit chat had to die down. He started to finger me with his big fingers, getting them soaked as he got inside me. “Do you like that?” he asked, and I swear his accent made me feel hotter. “Yeah” I said, while unzipping his jeans. “Wait” He said, then stood up and took his clothes off. “Undress” he told me, and so I did. I was expecting some good.

When we were both naked, he grabbed me then put my face down, so I could suck him as if I was head standing. He put his face in my vagina, and we did the 69 while standing. His muscular shape was of use, after all. I squirted a little, and it all fell on my face as I sucked him off. After that, he threw me on the sofa. He dove into my pussy again, this time fingering me as he ate me. He was very good and was in total control of my body. “I’m going to make you squirt more” he said confidently, once again with that sexy accent. He started to finger me faster, and I couldn’t help but squirt a big load all over his face. His face was dripping wet with my juices, and then he began to eat me again. I squirted into his mouth once more, the man was real good. He then stood up and plunged his hard cock into me. He started to fuck me sensually, then got down to kiss me for a few seconds. After that, he started to slap my tits, each slap harder than the last. I was not expecting this sex to be so good, he just kept going at it. After a few minutes, he took his cock out then flipped me with his strong muscles.

He penetrated me again, then started to spank me very hard. “More!” I yelled, and he continued to fuck me even harder. He took his penis out the commanded me to suck it, which I did without hesitation. He was sweating a lot, and both my butt cheeks and tits were red from his spanking. I sucked his dick the best I could, deep throating it to the point of almost chocking. He made some moans and groans, and that made me realize he was really turned on. I fingered myself while giving him head, my fingers getting soaked in my juices.

He pulled me up, then kissed me and threw me on the carpet. He got over me and introduces his penis into my wet vagina. I was amazed at the number of positions he could do, this tinder hookup was better than I expected. He then stood up and I knew what was coming. Like rain, his semen fell all over my body, a quite large load. I was left a sticky mess. This man was truly surprising. “Hand me the pen by the flowers over there” I asked the panting man. He gave me the pen, then I wrote down my number on a piece of paper. “You’d better call me again, I’d love to have sex with you another night”. His soft penis got a little hard with my words.

We took a shower together, where he fucked me once more, but not in surprising positions like before. He introduced his cock in my ass while I showered, then sensually fucked me. After we were done, we got dressed and he was ready to leave. “That was very good, Felicia. You resisted everything I did to you” he said confidently. “What does that mean? Other girls just fall apart when you start twisting them around?” I asked, and he laughed. “It’s not that. They always ask me to slow down. You were very pleasant to fuck.” He said while smiling. “Maybe I’ll hit you up tomorrow if I feel like having sex again.” I looked at the clock, and saw it was 10 P.M already. “Thanks for the good time. I’ll look forward to your call tomorrow” I said as I guided him to the door.

Before long, the tall Hispanic man with great attributes had left my house. I cleaned up a little, then put on my pajamas. Around an hour later, my boyfriend came back home from work. “Hello sweetheart” I said, kissing him on the cheek. “How was work?” I asked casually. “Very tiring. I’d like to head to sleep now” and this was what usually happened every night; my husband would come home tired from work and we never had time to attend our physical needs. I loved him but he didn’t please me in all the necessary areas. And by that I meant my pussy. After he had dinner, we went to bed.

The following morning, we woke up at 9 A.M. He made breakfast for us both, some pancakes with watermelon juice. He was a good cook. After eating, he left to work. I didn’t work because his income was enough to cover the bills and our needs, and he didn’t want me to work anyway. I had a wonderful husband that took care of me, but I cheated on him usually. I wonder if he also cheats on me; I mean, there must be an explanation for his lack of sex drive even when alone with his wife. I suppose he does, but I don’t care much. I know he loves me before any other girl.

At 5 P.M, I got a text. It was the Argentinian guy from last night, I could not even remember his name. “Want to meet tonight?”  He asked in his text. “I thought you’d never ask” I replied. “My place, 7 P.M” I said afterwards, and he send an Okay with a kissy face. I knew things were going to be interesting once again that night. I got ready, ironing my hair and putting on some expensive perfume my husband got me in a business trip to Italy. This night, my date was more punctual than yesterday. When I opened the door, he seemed more excited than last night. He stepped in, and picked me up in his arms, carrying me into my bedroom. He threw me on the bed, then saw a picture of my husband on the night stand. “So you’re married” He said, his accent a pleasure to my ears. “Yes, I hope you don’t mind having to share this pussy” I said, my cheap porn star charm shining. “My husband doesn’t even fuck me, anyway” I added.

“That’s sad” he said. “He’s missing a freak of a wife” he continued, taking off his jeans. I knelt down to suck his cock. “It’s fine. Thanks to him, I have this house. Thanks to his neglecting, I met a freak to suit my needs” I said while taking a breath, then continuing to suck him. “That turns me on” he said, then moaning and groaning in satisfaction. On my bed, he was able to do even more positions, making me squirt all over the place in total pleasure. After he came, a load bigger than last night’s, we laid on bed together. “I could get used to this, but please, dress up and leave. My husband will come in an hour” He laughed, then started to dress up.