Tinder was getting boring. It was the same picture, swipe after swipe. I was so sick of seeing the same shirtless men with their cliché bios. I wasn’t even looking for a boyfriend by any means – just a hookup! But who wants to hook up with someone boring? I wasn’t trying to be picky (because I was pretty damn horny), but I couldn’t just fuck anyone.
Vincent caught my eye. I’m not sure how a 50-year-old got through my filters on Tinder, but I was glad he did. He was much older than me, yes, but he was so handsome and fine. In his pictures, he was dressed in a well-fitted suit with silvery gray hair slicked back. As soon as I swiped right on him, I got a notification that he had liked me, too.
That was how I found myself at a fancy tea shop just three hours later, chatting to Vincent over a cute little table with a pot of tea in between us.
“You’re so bubbly,” he said, taking a sip from his cup. “I’m glad you matched me, Amber. I’m having a great time. What are you looking for on Tinder?”
I sat forward, tilting my head to the side. “I’m looking for what everyone is looking for on Tinder.”
Vincent nearly spat out his tea. It was cute, watching the look on his face. Soon after that, Vincent paid our bill and we began walking to his car. My heart was racing. I hadn’t had sex in months! I was so horny and so ready to be fucked by this older man.
His house was beautiful, and we barely made it to the bedroom. Vincent stripped out of his clothes in the hallway, pressed me up against the wall, and began making out with me before undressing me. I moaned and ran my hands all up and down his back, scratching into his skin with my nails. He was more toned and muscular than I had thought.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous!” he said, tossing me onto the bed and dipping his head down to lick my pussy. He did so with such an eagerness, moaning loudly every couple of seconds. It made me feel like a goddess. He got me nice and wet, ready for his cock even more than I already had been.
Finally, he sat up, stroking his cock in his hands. He pushed my legs back and held them open. My heart was racing. God, I wanted him so badly.
“I want you, Amber. Are you ready for this cock?”
I nodded eagerly, looking into his eyes. “Yes, please fuck me!”
In one quick thrust, he was inside of me, balls deep. He didn’t go slow, and I liked it that way. I wrapped my legs around him, my nails digging into his skin, as he fucked me. His long, hard strokes felt so good and intense, and within a few minutes, I could feel myself about to cum.
“Mm, just like that,” I moaned into his ear. “Don’t stop, Vince!”
He didn’t change a thing. He kept fucking me in that frantic, fast way of his, and finally, we were both cumming at the same time. My orgasm rattled every bone in my body, making stars flash before my eyes. I felt like I was floating, dizzy with bliss. Meanwhile, Vincent’s cock was twitching inside me, filling me with hot, fresh cum.
We stayed wrapped together for a few moments, panting and sighing. Our bodies were hot and twisted up, and when we fell onto the bed, we both burst out laughing.
“I think we both really needed that,” I said, smiling and closing my eyes. I was so completely satisfied.
Vincent and I shared a cup of tea, naked in bed before I went on my way. I had just gotten into the backseat of my taxi when I heard the familiar Tinder notification go off. I pulled out my phone, opened up the app, and my jaw dropped.
“Excuse me, can we actually make a detour?” I said to the driver.
My panties were wet from Vincent’s cum, my pussy well-used when we pulled up to the Westin Hotel downtown. Brad was only in town for a few nights on business. He was 52, even older than Vincent! However, he was another silver fox, and I just couldn’t resist. I knew it was a little slutty, but I didn’t care. In fact, I quite liked this side of me.
Brad grinned at me when he opened the door to his hotel room. He was tall, muscular, and bald, and as soon as I was in the room, I began to unbutton his shirt. I felt on fire and powerful, ready for more. I took off his dress pants, sunk to my knees, and went to work on his cock. It was bigger than Vincent’s, and I was already thinking about how it would feel buried in my cum-filled pussy.
“Goddamn,” said Brad, clicking his tongue as I took off my clothes and dragged him over to the bed. “Where did you come from?”
I got onto all fours and shook my ass for Brad, enticing him and teasing him. It worked because he immediately got behind me and dragged the thick head of his cock over my pussy. I shivered when I thought about the fact that I was still dripping with Vincent’s cum, but Brad had no idea.
“Fuck!” I cried out, as Brad slid all the way inside me.
“You’re so wet!”
I almost laughed at this. Yes, I was wet because I was horny, but also because a man’s cum had just been pumped into me just an hour before.
Brad started to fuck me, slowly and deeply, gripping my waist as he did so. I reached down to play with my clit, wanting to cum again.
“Oh yes, baby!” Brad grunted when he heard me start to whimper and moan. “That’s it! Make yourself cum for me!”
I shook and trembled underneath him, an orgasm washing throughout me like a big wave of pleasure. I could hear how wet my pussy was, and I was enjoying every second of it. His cock was thick and throbbing, and eventually, he started to fuck me harder. I fell forward onto the bed so that I was face down, ass up.
Brad loved this, apparently, and his breath started to cum out in ragged, loud sounds. I could feel that he was about to cum, and I was so horny for it. I wanted him to flood my pussy for the second time this evening. I wanted to feel him fill me up, his cum mixing with Vincent’s cum, making me feel like a true cumslut.
“God! Fuckkkkk,” he groaned, remaining still as his cock released a huge load inside me.
It was a lot, and it was thick. When he pulled out, I could feel the cum spilling out of me in huge globs. I looked down between my legs to watch it fall.
Brad laid down on the bed, not realizing a thing. I crawled up next to him, the hotel air conditioning cooling our sweaty bodies. I couldn’t believe what I had just done, taking two men’s cum in the course of only a couple of hours. My pussy felt completely filled and used. I loved it.
“So you like older men, huh?” Brad asked, raising his eyebrows at me.
I giggled, sitting upright against one of the fluffy pillows. “I guess I do, I really do.”