Experiment a little, try to change how she thinks of you

I was curious if I could change her general perception of me- make her think of me as someone she wanted to sleep with instead of the stranger I now was. But first I needed to know how interested in me she was to begin with. Remembering she had to answer me honestly, I asked, “Angela, why did you match with me?”

She raised her eyebrows and said, “Because when I started looking at guys on the app, you were the only one who wasn't ridiculously old or super creepy.”

“And now that you see me, do you find me attractive?”

She shrugged her shoulders and said a noncommittal, “Enh.” Then, gesturing with one hand as she spoke, she went on, “Not bad. I prefer more muscle, like... jock-type bodies, but your face is cute enough and you don't seem out of shape.”

“Do you want to sleep with me?”

“What? No! I mean, not right now. I don't usually do that unless I'm in a committed relationship. Y'know?” She still seemed undisturbed by the line of conversation – thanks to the modified greeting. I was pretty sure I'd found my opening, though.

“Well, Angela, I think you're beautiful and I'd really like to sleep with you tonight.”

“Ummm...”

“In fact, for tonight, treat me like we're in a committed relationship, OK? Think of me like a long-term boyfriend.”

She nodded slowly, “OK.”

I continued, “Like... we've been together a while, and you've come over just before bed so we can spend the night together, like we often do. Are you clean?”

“Clean?”

“You know... STIs and all that?”

“Oh! Yeah, of course. I haven't been with a guy in almost a year and I got tested at my last gyno visit.”

“Good, so... since we're together and we're both clean, we don't have to worry about condoms or anything.”

“Uh, yeah we do,” she corrected me. “We're not trying for a baby or anything right now.”

“But for tonight, you are committed enough that you're willing to risk it. Whatever happens, happens, OK?”

“I don't think-”

“Angela, don't worry about condoms tonight.”

“OK.” And that was it. She had nothing more to say, and I was ready to go.

“So,” I said softly, “I'm about ready for bed. Care to join me, hun?”

Angela smiled, “I've been looking forward to it all day!”

I stood up and extended a hand to her. Angela took my hand and pulled herself up. Once she was standing, I pulled her closer to me. We lovingly embraced and I leaned in to kiss her. Angela, being about a foot shorter than me, got up on her tip toes and connected her lips to mine. It was a soft kiss, a prelude, and it was soon followed by another just like it. Then, meeting my gaze, Angela looked deep into my eyes and simply said, “C'mon,” and nodded her head towards the hallway. I turned her body around and gently pushed her down the hall. When she walked past my bedroom, I grabbed her sweatshirt and playfully pulled her back. She giggled, and the sound of it was like music filling the hallway.

As she turned, I still had a handful of her sweatshirt, so I began tugging it upwards. Angela pulled off her glasses, lifted her arms and let me pull the garment off. I tossed it to the side, never taking my eyes off her body. Under the sweatshirt, she was wearing a thin, spaghetti-strap shirt with no bra underneath, letting me see her sizable breasts. She had a slight belly, too, but the overall effect was sexy, to be sure. I looked back at her face and saw her blushing at my obvious admiration.

We worked our way towards the bed, continuing to undress.

“How was work today?” I asked, playing into the act of being a couple.

“Same old, same old,” she said. “Nineteen kindergartners manage to make every day different and yet pretty much the same. But I guess it's a good day when nothing really bad stands out.”

“They're lucky to have you as their teacher,” I teased as I unbuckled my belt. Angela was a little ahead of me and was pulling off her panties. I got a glimpse of her bush – blonde, like her hair, but trimmed close – just before she slipped under the covers. I wasn't far behind, and as I slipped into the bed with her, she answered, “Well, I love them all dearly, but they sure do wear me out.”

I tried to remember what day it was – Thursday – before asking, “What time do you need to leave tomorrow?”

Angela scooted closer to me and began running her fingers through the light hair on my chest. She pouted, “Don't remind me. I'll have run home to get dressed and ready, so I probably need to be out of here by 6. In fact,” she suddenly rolled away from me and grabbed her phone, which had been on the nightstand. “I need to set my alarm so I don't forget.” As she was doing that, I got to take in her naked body from behind. I loved the whiteness of her skin and the wideness of her hips. I couldn't resist running a hand along her side. Angela shivered and goosebumps formed on her flesh. She put the phone down and turned quickly towards me.

“Hey babe,” she said, “we gotta be quick tonight, since I need to leave early. But maybe if I start leaving some stuff here in the future...” She smiled as she said this and reached for my cock, which had been hard almost since the moment she walked into my home. I could tell she was trying to be subtle, but she was also trying to manipulate me – which is what I imagined she would be doing in a real relationship – pressuring to move in together. So far, I didn't think that would be a very bad idea. I smiled as I imagined each of my “matches” having her own drawer for clothes, her own part of the closet, a bathroom drawer for each, filled with their hair products, toothbrush, etc. A revolving door of pseudo-girlfriends...

Then, getting my head back in the moment, I caressed her side again, this time moving my hand to cover one of her breasts. Angela closed her eyes and sighed. “Do you have anything in particular you want to do tonight?” I asked softly.

“No,” she answered dreamily, her eyes still closed. “I just want to feel you near me, on me, in me. I've missed you all day.”

I moved my hand to find her entrance and began lightly rubbing her lips. She seemed to be aroused enough that we didn't need a lot of foreplay. “Feels like you missed me,” I noted. “Are you ready?”

“I've been ready,” she cooed, then moved in for a kiss. As she pressed against me, I grabbed her hips and rolled her on top of me. Angela squeaked in surprise, then kept us rolling until she was on her back. I situated myself on top of her and quickly lined up my cock at her entrance.

“Quick, huh?” I asked.

“Not too quick,” she smirked.

“You're the boss,” I said, alone in knowing the joke.

“Don't you forget it,” she shot back, then gasped as I began to enter her. “Slow down,” she grunted with a half-smile. “Feels a little.. I feel... Maybe I'm not that ready.”

She was certainly wet enough, but since she thought we had been together for a while, she didn't realize that she hadn't actually been with a man in a while. Maybe her body needed to get used to the sensations again. That was confirmed when she said, “I feel like it's been forever since we did this.”

My mind no longer able to keep up with any banter, I simply kissed her and held still. We made out, our tongues feeling their way around one another, my hips fighting a losing battle to stay still. Thankfully, it was Angela who began moving. She pushed her hips slowly up to me, then squeezed her walls tight around me. “Go ahead,” she whispered. That was enough for me. Though Jade had taken the edge off my arousal, the excitement of Angela's new, beautiful had brought it back, and I was finding it hard to think of anything except of how to get myself deeper inside of her.

We moved slowly, gently, pressing our bodies closer and pulling back again and again. Angela loved to kiss while she fucked, and that was more than OK with me. My hands gripped her everywhere I could until I was intimately familiar with the feel of her body all over. Her cool skin was smooth and soft and I just wanted to press it all against me.

“Do you want to switch up, try something else?” I asked, hoping the answer was no.

“Are you asking if I'm going to cum?” she breathed into my ear.

“Kinda, I guess.”

“Just cum whenever you're ready,” she said. “You know I don't cum like this. I just like feeling you on me, I like how you make me feel so small and so safe.”

Sure, I could easily cum and not worry about her, but maybe it was a pride thing. Maybe it was an ego thing. I wanted her to cum while I was fucking her. I know that's not common for most women, but now I had an app that made even the impossible a reality.

I started speeding up, trying to think of how to command her without just going the boring route of telling her to cum.

“Baby,” I grunted, “I'm gonna cum soon.”

“Do it,” she murmured.

“But... I need you to help me,” I gasped.

“What do you need baby?” she asked, running her hands across my chest and looking up at my eyes.

“I need you to cum so I can cum,” I said.

“But baby, it doesn't work like that,” she answered.

“Maybe,” I said, “but can you feel yourself getting close?” Wrong. Don't ask – tell. “Feel yourself getting close,” I told her. “Feel yourself getting wetter,” and in a few seconds I felt her getting wetter. “Feel yourself starting to tighten around me.” Oh shit, I might not be able to hold out if that keeps happening! I slowed down until I was barely thrusting.

“Think about how small and fragile you are and how safe you are here beneath me.” I could see from her face that this was having an effect. “You're safe because you're my woman. I've got my cock in you because I own you, I claim you...”

“Yes!” she was starting to say over and over. Her breathing was going faster and faster. I had stopped thrusting, but Angela was pushing herself against me, rubbing herself hard against my pubic bone.

“My cock is in you because you're mine. You're the only woman who can take my seed, so you have to help me baby. I need you to cum so I can cum. Feel how close you are.” By this point my lips were at her shoulder, barely whispering next to her ear. Her thrusting had kept me close, but I was ready to cross the finish line. I gripped her plush ass with both hands and started pressing deep, long strokes into her.

“Get tighter and tighter,” I told her. “Squeeze me inside you. Milk my cum out. Cum because you feel safe, cum because you're mine. Cum because...”

I paused and I could hear Angela was holding her breath. “Cum because I love you.”

Angela wasn't noisy when she came, but it was clear what was happening. Even if I hadn't been inside her to feel the contractions of her pussy, I would have known that she was tumbling into release. A high moan accompanied a full body spasm. She gripped me with her arms and legs as her torso convulsed and her head pressed into my chest. Every action of her orgasm seemed to be designed to pull our bodies closer together.

“My Gaaaaahhhhhhd,” she cried, her neck tensing up and her eyes clenched shut. It was enough to hold off my release, because I couldn't bear not watching. Even as she continued to twitch, she began to lessen her grip on me, so I was free to resume my pursuit of the same goal. I wasn't far off, and the utter sexiness of Angela's ecstasy had put my mind in a frenzy.

What put me over the edge, as I was pushing deeper again and again, was when Angela, is a small, exhausted voice, whimpered, “Did I do good for you, baby? Can you use me like you need to?”

I almost roared an answer, as with a final thrust I buried myself as deep as I could physically go inside her pussy. “Yeeeessssss!” came my answer, as I felt my rod expand and release its load over and over, filling the tunnel that now existed simply for my pleasure. I released her ass and wrapped my arms around her back, forcing her body to be locked into mine as I finished cumming. A full two minutes after my last spurt, I finally unwrapped my arms and rolled to the side, wincing as my sensitive head slipped out of her tight opening. Neither of us said a word for a moment until Angela stated, “Guess I better go clean up, huh?” and swung her legs over the side of the bed and went in search of the bathroom. The minutes that followed were so mundane, so normal that it had an odd eroticism to it. This woman had taken my seed inside her, had been in the throes of violent orgasm just moments ago. And now she was simply wiping herself clean and sliding back into bed as if nothing had happened.

Once we were both situated under the covers, spooning naked with my arm possessively over her body, she lightly kissed my wrist and said, “G'night, love.”

“G'night,” I replied. And as I soon heard her soft breathing, indicating that she was asleep, I tried to quiet all the many, many thoughts fighting for my attention. I had **** my lesbian rival to fuck me. I had compelled a total stranger to treat me like her lover. What couldn't I do with these women?