Diane was the first person I met on Tinder.
She was an elementary school teacher in the suburbs. She was divorced and her kids spent the summer at her ex-husband’s house out-of-state. It was obvious she was looking to cut loose.
My profile was blunt. Now it seems like mentioning sex will get you flagged on Tinder. But it wasn’t always that way. I had photos of myself along with a photo of handcuffs and a paddle lying on my bed. I said I was dominant and looking for someone who wanted to explore her submissive side. It was clear this was just about sex. I wasn’t looking for someone to bring to an office cookout.
Diane’s look was best described as Real Housewives Upscale Trashy. She had platinum blonde hair teased out blown out to the sky. Her body was tiny and fit. She was partial to leopard prints in her outfits. She was in her late 40s, but looked ten years younger.
You can deduce a lot about a woman if she takes a lot of care with her appearance, and then surrounds herself with people who don’t. Diane made sure every other woman in her photos looked like a frumpy sitcom mother-in-law. She obviously wanted to be the center of attention and wasn’t taking any risks.
Diane wanted to be dominated. She wanted a man to take control. At least that’s what she said. She liked being called a “bad girl” and dirty names, but when I asked her to come by my office and give me a blow job she got annoyed and asked what was in that for her.
I realized then that she didn’t want to be dominated. And she surely wasn’t submissive. She just wanted to be fucked relentlessly.
I told her she wasn’t what I was looking for if she wasn’t into some submissive role play. I was at a point in my life when I just wanted to pursue my own interests. She seemed a little offended and stopped responding, so I thought that was the end of it.
I’d closed the match, but she had my phone number. A few days later she sent me a picture. She was face down, ass up with a chain around her waist for some reason and someone’s dick in her.
“I thought you young guys had more stamina, but he couldn’t keep up with me,” she texted. “Can you? You know you want to try.”
A man only has so much willpower.
I went to Diane’s house in the suburbs on a weeknight. She greeted me at the door with a margarita in her hand, wearing a little black dress with a big belt, heels, and giant gold hoop earrings. She emphasized that she got all her fun in during the summer.
When you meet someone just to fuck, you dream of clever banter and flirtation. You’d settle for a little spark.
“You want a drink first or you just want to fuck?”
That was Diane’s idea of foreplay. She had a bitchy attitude, an east Texas drawl, and a very high opinion of herself. But she looked good in her tiny dress with her fake tits about to pop out. Plus, I’d driven all the way out to Arlington to get laid.
“Where’s the bedroom?”
I had my tie off by the time we made it down the hall.
We didn’t even kiss.
“Face down. On the bed. I’m going to fuck you like you need it.”
I tied her hands together and secured them to the headboard.
“There’s a blindfold in my nightstand,” she said.
Why the hell not? I took it out and covered her eyes. I pulled the zipper down on the back of her dress. There was something sexier about leaving her mostly clothed and the contrast of her black bra strap on her pale white back.
I pushed her dress up. She had on a lacy black g-string that I tore away. It left a red mark on her hip when it ripped.
Her pussy was already drenched. I kept telling her how I was going to use her.
“That’s what the last guy said. And he didn’t last ten minutes.”
I took a condom out of my pocket and ripped into it.
“You don’t have to use a rubber,” she said. “I can’t get pregnant.”
I decided not to take her up on the bareback offer. Instead, I unzipped, sheathed my cock, and plowed into her.
The whole thing felt very transactional. Like visiting a car wash. I felt detached from the experience. At least until she started moaning.
I drove into her so hard that her face was buried in the pillow. It didn’t do much to muffle her screams of delight. The headboard cracked off the wall. It felt like she was trying to milk my cock with her pussy, and I responded by fucking her harder.
I took off my belt and smacked the hell out of her ass. She yelled with delight, so I did it again. She arched her back and took me even deeper into her hot little cunt. I couldn’t believe how hard she could take a dick. The sounds she made were other-worldly. She came from penetration alone. I didn’t have to touch her clit.
I pulled out. I was going to take off the condom and unload on her ass.
“Is that all you have?” she demanded. “Another letdown.”
I gave a fake laugh, as if I was just changing things up.
“No, I was just going to put in your ass, Diane. Or are you one of those boring girls who can’t handle it?”
She was happy to accept my offer.
The condom was covered in her pussy juice. It was easy to slide it in her ass.
I had to concentrate to avoid cumming immediately. I was railing someone’s first-grade teacher in the ass. I was slow and steady at first. She whimpered and moaned.
Then I started hammering away. Her entire body trembled. She grunted and groaned. It wasn’t pretty like a porn star. She was out of control. Her breathing got ragged. I plunged two fingers into her cunt and alternated strokes between her pussy and her ass. I pulled her trashy blonde hair with my free hand.
She told me she was going to cum. She said it louder and louder. I was right there with her. She got loud when she came a second time. And then she started hyperventilating.
I kept fucking her ass for a second until she started stammering that she couldn’t breath. I pulled out and untied her hands. She pushed the blindfold off and quickly went to the bedside table and grabbed an asthma inhaler and took a couple of hits.
Once the concern passed, I wanted to laugh at the absurdity. I was in her bed with my cock still throbbing. She had her dress half off and my tie still around her wrist. Her hair was a mess and she was dripping sweat.
The sassy part of her personality was gone, at least for a few minutes.
I was dying to make a comment.
“Is that all you got, Diane? Another letdown.”
But, of course, I didn’t. And she rewarded my wise choice with a lazy blowjob once she’d fully regained her composure.
I had no plans of contacting her again after I left, but I might have been up for more fun if she reached out. Instead she just texted that it was a good time, but she didn’t see the need for a repeat that probably wouldn’t be as intense.
“Not as intense” seems like it would have been something she was looking for in her next romp, but I didn’t try to change her mind.
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