[COMMENT: Beth is really my girlfriend! We share a lot of kinky fantasies that aren't necessarily realistic, so we cope by writing about them and sharing them here! She loves interacting with fans and reading your comments. I really am out of town for an extended overseas trip... let us know in the comments how else Beth should get taken care of while I'm gone! Let us know how else you'd like to see her get used.]
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Beth scrolled through Tinder aimlessly. She had downloaded the app a few days ago when her boyfriend left for a long-distance work trip. The app wasn't for hookups, she was just hoping to find people to chat with - nothing wrong with a little platonic male company, right? She had a few matches already, with whom she maintained pretty tame conversations. Her friends has warned her that men on Tinder were pretty sexually forward, but so far they had been gentlemen. It was a little more boring than she had hoped.
She paused as she passed the picture of a muscular blonde man - a local college student by the looks of it; not someone she would interact with normally. He was handsome, though, she admitted to herself. Easily over a foot taller than her and built like a linebacker. What kind of things could a man like that do to her? She wondered, and swiped right. Sighing, she scrolled over to her own profile. He was out of her league, she decided.
Beth had never thought of herself as sexy - really more of the shy nerdy type. Turning her phone to selfie mode, she appraised herself. Red hair, blue eyes, and a wide smile. Maybe she needed something that would show off more of her figure? She scrolled through her phone to a gym selfie she had sent to her boyfriend a few days ago - a pink sports bra highlighted her perky B-cups and tight yoga pants showed off a toned ass. She worked hard on her body, after all, why not show it off a little? She saved the gym selfie as her first profile picture.
An alarm went off on her phone - time for her nightly call with her boyfriend. Sure enough, jer phone rang shortly after. As she answered, she found herself thinking of the handsome muscular man she had seen on Tinder - despite her best efforts, her pussy began to quiver as she silently imagined herself at his mercy. The conversation with her boyfriend quickly escalated to phone sex - she wished he was home, so she could feel his cock grow hard in her mouth. If he were home, she told him, she'd be his good girl for him to fuck however he wanted.
As she spoke, she slid a hand down to her soaking pussy. She imagined it - her boyfriend had her pinned down, a hand around her throat, mercilessly fucking her. Beth missed her boyfriend - most of all, she missed being fucked. Her body quivered and shook; she came as she imagined his cum plastering her tits. She fell asleep satisfied.
When she awoke, she saw dozens of notifications on her phone - several men had matched with her on her Tinder account. She hadn't expected it, but the sight of her petite body in workout clothes seemed to be enough to get the men's attention. Scrolling to the messages, she saw that it attracted perhaps more attention than she bargained for:
"Damn baby, you've got a fuckable ass!"
"That slutty face would look good with some cum on it."
"Your bio says you're only 5'1... how do you think a 10 inch cock would feel?"
She scrolled through a few more examples. The men were gentlemen before, but now that they saw her body they were expressing their true feelings ... against her better judgement, it turned her on. This wasn't cheating, was it? Not if she didn't act on it. Her phone dinged with another message - it was the college hunk she had swiped right on yesterday. Her pussy felt electrically charged; she couldn't wait to read it.
"Nice outfit, baby. I've got a few workouts I can show you."
Her hand reached down to her clit - she was already getting wet.
"Oh yeah? I bet you could train me pretty good." She started to massage her clit through her underwear.
"You wanna get trained? You know how girls like you get trained, don't you?"
"Tell me"
"Send me your snapchat info. I'll show you."
Beth bit her lip. Was this taking it too far? Her soaked pussy said it could go further. She sent him her snapchat information. He responded with two images: the first was a pair of handcuffs, the second was a cock - a huge one. She moaned involuntarily as she saw the image; her pussy was drenched. She massaged her clit faster; all she wanted in that moment was to know what those handcuffs felt like on her little wrists and what that big cock felt like buried inside her.
Unable to help herself, she recorded a short video to respond - her fingers brushing against her clit, soft moaning in the background. That ought to get him going, she thought.
"Damn, you're a freak aren't you? That pussy is gonna be mine."
"All yours <3"
"Come over tonight. I can pick you up."
This gave Beth pause - chatting was one thing, but meeting up was something else. She loved her boyfriend, it wasn't her intention to cheat on him. Chatting was harmless, but there's no way she could fuck another guy.
"I have to tell you," she texted him, "I have a boyfriend. I don't mind the sexting, but we probably shouldn't meet up."
"Nah that's alright. We don't have to do anything, we can just chill. Your boyfriend allows you to have friends, right? That's not cheating."
He's right, she decided. It's not cheating to have male friends.
"Yeah, you're right! It'll be fine. I'll send you my address in a sec, come over whenever."
Her pussy was still aching - she wasn't planning to fuck anyone tonight, but she sure wanted to. She reluctantly pulled her hand away from her clit and went to her room to get dressed. What should she wear? Something innocent, she thought, so that it was clear that sex was off the table. A yellow sundress caught her eye - perfect! She took it off the hanger and set it aside on her bed before stripping off her underwear and hopping in the shower.
Hot water ran off her perky tits; she couldn't help but reach down to her clit as she soaped herself off. She was outrageously horny, she realized. It had been over a month since she had last been fucked. She moaned loudly as she fingered herself, her mind wandering to the handcuffs and the huge cock she had seen in the snapchat messages - she didn't want to cheat on her boyfriend, but she desperately wanted that cock inside her. She wanted - needed - to be filled up. Her doorbell rang, distracting her from her burgeoning fantasy. Shit, she thought, was he already here?
She turned off the water and rushed to put on the towel. "I'm coming! Just a few minutes!" She quickly blew her hair dry and threw on some eyeliner and lipstick. Almost as an afterthought, she slid into the yellow sundress. Beth made it all the way to the door before she realized she had forgotten to put on underwear. Damn.
When she opened the door, a blast of cold autumn air rolled into the apartment. Without a bra, Beth was sure her nipples must have been poking through the dress - how embarassing! In the doorway, the college guy was waiting. He was even hotter in person, she noted; he was much taller than her and at least 200 pounds of muscle. That familiar electric sensation was in her pussy again - it was going to be hard to control herself.
"Woa, no bra huh?" He was a blunt guy, apparently.
"Ah... I just forgot."
"Well you've got great tits." His compliment, if it could be called that, made Beth blush. Somehow she was simultaneously disgusted and aroused by his crudeness. "Come on," he said, "Let's get going."
He turned and walked back to the car. Well, she thought, no time to change now! Embracing her perkiness, she followed after him obediently. Once in the car, she became acutely aware of her exposed pussy - no bra was bad enough, she thought, but no panties was really going to give him the wrong impression. Throughout the drive, he stole quick glances at her tits - his sweatpants did little to conceal a large erection that began to make her squirm in her seat. She wanted it so damn bad.
"You got real fuckin nice tits, Beth." He said. He didn't even bother to hide his stares at this point, which only served to turn her on more. She loved the attention, especially from such a handsome guy.
Unexpectedly, one of his hands moved away from the steering wheel and grabbed one of her boobs. She was surprised and scared, but nonetheless a slight moan escaped her lips.
"Fuck yeah, Beth, you got great tits." He started to squeeze and knead it through her dress, using his thumb to flick her nipple.
"No... I have a boyfriend!" Her protest was degraded by the quiet moaning that escaped her lips. She hadn't been fucked in over a month, so she felt especially sensitive to his touch.
"It's okay, baby. You're not doing anything. It's not cheating, Beth, you're not doing anything."
His words didn't reassure her very much, but his hand felt damn good squeezing her tit. His hand slid down her body, along her waist, reaching down to the hem of her little yellow dress. He didn't even take his eyes off the road as his hand darted underneath the dress, feeling for her dripping vagina.