Make it worth my while

Lying about her age, a young girl uses Tinder to meet up with a man

I couldn’t help it. I was horny as fuck, and without a boyfriend, I had no choice but to grab my dildo from the night stand. The only problem was that I was done with that piece of rubber. It made me cum, sure, but I was done doing all the work for a mediocre orgasm. I wanted a real dick. Warm, thick and pulsating. One with an actual body attached. The problem was, I didn’t want to grab a stranger off the streets and I didn’t want to seduce any of the boys at school. Partially because I didn’t want to get the label of a slut. Add my age to the equation and it’s pretty hard to find someone outside my social circle. I was just 15 and driven by hormones.

So I did what every sex deprived horny teen would do. I created a fake account on Tinder, stating I was 21. I took some pictures which didn’t quite show how old I really was and went online. Within seconds of swiping, I had multiple matches and messages from men wanting to meet up. They went from looking for the perfect wife to downright disgusting old men wanting to pump their seed in me. I deleted most, interacted with some and at one point, there was only one man I was talking to. His profile said he was 25, which, considering my fake 21, wasn’t too old. He had a nice body, a good looking face and he was kind. And most importantly, he didn’t live that far away. Our intentions were clear from the start. We would meet up at his place, we would hook up and I would leave. He would provide the condoms. All was set and done.

Of course I was nervous when I made my way to his place. I had to use public transportation, which could have been worse on a cold day like this. Right on time, I arrived at the bus stop close to his place and walked the last few minutes. I held my head high and allowed the fantasies to roll through my body. I imagined me being fucked doggy style on the bed, moaning deeply as his cock completely rocked my world. I knew he would be more experienced than my ex boyfriend, after all, he was much older. Excited, I rang the doorbell to his apartment building.
“Come on in, third floor!” His voice was deliciously deep and I quickly made my way inside. Taking the elevator to the appointed floor, I noticed the door to his unit was already slightly ajar. With my heart beating in my throat, I knocked on the door, but let myself in.
“Hello?” I quietly closed the door behind me. A man appeared just in front of me, a kind smile on his face. We were still slightly cloaked in shadows, but I saw his brilliant smile as he stepped forward and kissed me lightly on the lips.
“Anna, there you are. Please go ahead and hang your coat. You can leave your shoes here too.” He watched my slightly shaky hands as I did what he asked. I then followed him to the couch, where we both sat down. He sat close, his hand on my thigh.
“I’m sorry, this is the first time doing this,” I admitted and he just smiled. Now that I saw him in the light, I froze slightly. He didn’t look 25. In fact, he looked much older, closer to my dad’s age. He was the guy in the pictures, but those probably were made years back.
“That’s okay. Just let it happen.” He pushed a lock of my hair behind my ear and smiled again, before he leaned closer and gave me a soft peck on my lips. .
“You’re not 25, are you?” I asked with a quiet voice. I hadn’t pulled away from him. To be honest, the thought intrigued me. Now he shook his head.
“I am not. Just like you’re not 21, are you?” I blushed and shook my head too. “How old are you?”
“You first.” He looked at me for a little bit, before he nodded.
“35.” 10 more years. Our age difference would be 20 years. I contemplated lying but it felt like he would know.
“15.” He didn’t seem surprised. In fact, he only shifted a little closer at that.
“And have you had sex before?” I nodded. “Are you here because someone forced you to?” I shook my head. He shrugged. “Then I don’t see a problem in fucking you.” And with that, his lips collided with mine. I moaned the second his tongue pressed itself between my lips and came in contact with my tongue. He was much rougher than my ex had been, and as expected, he took control. One hand in my neck that moved my head the way he wanted, the other running up my thighs to my hips and towards my pussy. He moved fast, but then again, why not? I wanted this. He wanted it.

He undressed me quickly after that but didn’t allow me to do the same to him. He never spoke a word as his lips latched on my nipples. I groaned as I cradled his head to my chest. My ex had never done this and it felt fucking amazing. I threw my head back and let my body be controlled by the arousal. His teeth grazed my skin, but it was mostly the strong sucking that did the trick for me. That and the fingers that gently probed between my legs, feeling my labia and exploring my most private parts.
“Fuck,” he moaned as he parted my pussy lips and dipped one finger inside me. “I’m going to fuck you so hard.” I just moaned back and stepped a little wider. He immediately took the invite to push a second finger inside me. I had to place my hand on his shoulder by then, because my head was spinning. He had found my g-spot, something my ex was never able to do. Fuck, who cares about exes right now? I wanted this man to fuck me like I had never been fucked before.
He seemed to notice my need because he chuckled, not stopping his assault on both my pussy and my nipples. It was enough to make my knees buckle as a huge orgasm broke through me, leaving me breathless and wanting. Seemingly satisfied for now, he finally stood up and picked me up like I weighed nothing. His lips crashed against mine as he carried me to his bedroom. I was completely and deliciously overwhelmed. By this point, I would let him do everything to me that he wanted to. Carefully, he placed me in the middle of his bed and stepped away to undress himself. He looked strong, his muscles rippled under his skin as he moved. And then his cock… I gasped when I saw it. Hairy, heavy balls, a thick, veiny cock with a deep red head that would soon be buried deep inside me. So much bigger than I was used to. For a second I got scared. This was almost double the size of my worn down dildo. Would it fit?
The thought seemed to disappear as he stepped closer and pressed the tip to my pussy, pushing it slowly in. Immediately I pulled away before my head would forget this..
“No, you’re not wearing a condom. You said you would provide the condoms.” My voice was small, but low and heavy with anticipation and arousal.
“Oh right, I forgot. You’re just so god damn sexy that I cannot wait to get my cock into you.” I blushed at his words but watched closely as he grabbed a condom from his night stand, tore open the packet and rolled it over his cock. I then rested back on the bed, lifted my knees and used my fingers to spread my pussy wide. Without saying another word, he continued what he had started earlier. The tip of his cock slipped between my lips. I groaned as he stretched my young, teenage pussy wide over his thick cock. I winced as it hurt a little, but I didn’t stop him as he continued pushing, all the way until he couldn’t go any deeper. He then started to move. Long, rough strokes that made my back arch and my hips buck up to feel him as deep as possible. His hands were all over me. My breasts, my nipples, my waist, belly and hips. He devoured my mouth with his tongue, nibbled my neck, sucked my breasts and bit my nipples. All the while he kept pounding into me, as if he wanted to push through me. I wanted more. Deeper. I was hungry and even though everything was overwhelming, it wasn’t enough. My moans were loud and I held my own knees up and as wide as they could go.
Suddenly he pulled out of me. Without saying a word, he flipped me over to my hands and knees and rammed himself back in. I hollowed my back and pushed back against his deep thrusts. It felt so much deeper like this. So different. My whole body was tingling. He pulled all the way out, only to slam back in. And again. My fingers had slipped between my own legs to rub my clit, and feeling the rubbery sensation of the condom press against my fingers each time he drove inside made me wild.
He then grabbed both my wrists and held them behind my back with one of his hands, pushing down on my spine at the same time. He pulled out and slapped my ass with his free hand.

The tip of his cock appeared between my pussy lips again, but this time he seemed to take his time as he pushed into me. His groan seemed deeper and louder now, before he really started pounding. Hard. Slamming his hips against my ass.
“I’m going to cum,” he warned me, before changing the angle just a little bit, hitting those sweet spots. I never reacted, I just moaned louder as my own orgasm overtook me. My muscles contracted tightly on his cock, pulling him right with me. I felt him twitch and move inside me and I frowned a little. Sure, sex with him would feel different compared to my ex, but I knew what it felt like when a man cummed inside me. It never felt this… wet. I yanked one of my hands free and quickly felt between my legs. Instead of the expected rubbery feeling of the condom, I now only felt the skin of his dick. He just chuckled as he pulled his cock out, letting it slide over my fingers. I only felt his slippery warm skin on my fingers, before coming to the sticky tip. No condom.
“What the fuck did you do,” I gasped, tensing my muscles. A thick glob of his seed slipped out from my pussy unto my fingers, confirming my suspicions. “Did you cum inside me? You were wearing a condom!”
“I was, yes,” he answered lazily, pushing a little harder on my spine so my hips pushed out some more. “But you have to admit, it feels so much better without that thing. Besides, you’re on the pill, you’re good.”
“No I’m not!” I was shouting desperately at this point, trying to pull away and at the same time trying to push the seed out of me. He just chuckled again as he used his fingers to rub his cum all over my pussy.
“Oh, ah well. Shit happens. I prefer fucking without a condom anyway.” My heart was pounding and I felt so weak at that point, not being able to move.
“Please let me go. I need to clean up and go home.”
“Nah. The damage is already done. My little sperm seeds have coated your womb already, swimming inside as we speak. We might as well go and have another round.”

I didn’t know how, but feeling his fingers on my slippery pussy made me shiver. Not out of disgust or fear, but because of another delicious deep wave of pleasure. I relaxed, knowing there was nothing I could do right now. I even moaned as his fingers moved over my clit, clouding my mind. He was right. Of course he was right. I came here to be fucked. This was one of the risks I knew could happen. At least he didn’t rape me, or kill me. He just fucked me, and the condom happened to disappear. In response, I pushed my hips further back towards his fingers.
“Fuck it. You better make it worth my while,” I groaned.

I saw myself in the mirror as I fucked him. He was laying on his back and I was riding his cock like a proper slut. His hands were either playing with my tits, pulling and twisting my nipples, or on my ass, pulling my cheeks wider so he could slip in deeper. I saw how my own young teenage pussy swallowed every last inch of his veiny cock as I bounced on top of him. I watched how my own face twisted in pleasure and my tits bounce on the rhythm of my fucking. I looked like a whore. I felt like one. And I absolutely loved it. I felt sexy and beautiful and I cummed, staring at my own face.
I was slightly sore, but I kept moving. My body was covered in sweat and my insides felt raw as he kept pounding against my uterus. I wanted to feel that again. That feeling of his own pleasure filling me up. Swallow all his baby making batter inside my womb. Right now, I didn’t care about possible pregnancy. I didn’t care about all the risks I was taking. Right now, I was just fucking this stranger with everything I had. I fucked him, rode him, grinded against him until I felt that delicious, overwhelming feeling again. His cock twitched as he held me by my hips, guiding my movements as I felt his thick cum fill my pussy again. I bit my lip as we both stopped moving, our chests heaving from our labored breathing. He could have knocked me up. Breed me like a bitch in heat and it was the hottest thing anyone had ever done to me. This man, who was 20 years older than me, had fucked me, removed the condom without my consent and filled my pussy twice. I wanted to see it. So I got up from him and sat down on the bed. He moved to sit behind me and watched me in the mirror as I spread my legs and used my fingers to spread my pussy wide. He massaged my breasts as we both watched the thick, white cum slowly drip out of my pussy. I leaned back against him as one of his hands moved down to my well-used cunt. He rubbed my overly sensitive clit until I cummed again. It was like watching porn. Only so much better.

“I want to see you again,” he said softly, as I put on my coat. I was dressed again and needed to get home. I felt the cum slowly slip out of my pussy and onto my panties and I smiled a bit shyly at him.
“Do you promise to put on a condom next time?” He nodded and softly kissed my lips, before sending me on my way. I chuckled when I stepped into the elevator. He would put it on. He would also pull it off when I wasn’t paying attention. The muscles in my lower belly contracted deliciously, releasing a new thick glob of sperm into my panties. I couldn’t wait.

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