The one who started it all

I was still getting myself back into a sitting position when Inez landed kneeling on the couch next to me. She was completely naked and tossed a pile of neatly folded garments next to her on the arm of the couch. Putting her elbow on the back of the couch, she wiggled her ass, indicating I should approach her from behind. I quickly stood up, shaking the circulation back into my legs, and took my staff in hand. Pointing it between her legs, it took a few readjustments of height to get us lined up. Once I was able to notch my tip in between her folds, I paused to admire the smooth curves of Inez's ass. Her wide hips were firm and strong, and I gripped her waist as I slowly inched forward.

Inez's persona had been aggressive and nearly mad with arousal. Inez's real personality was different. Passive and yielding, she let me set the pace. She responded to my every touch. She raised her upper body up and rubbed her breast until I took the hint and wrapped an arm around her chest and took over the caressing. She leaned her head back, trying to press her cheek against mine. Her full lips remained open in a circle and small moans accompanied my gentle thrusts.

I suddenly felt a certain tenderness and affection for Inez. It was partly due to her very feminine and needy way of seeking more and more contact and intimacy as we shared our moment together. But I was also struck by the realization that everything that happened this weekend was because of Inez. I had matched with all these women and didn't realize the power I had over them. I didn't even think it was a real app.

And then I bumped into Inez, literally.

One carelessly spoken sentence had been received by her as a command that she had to obey. That chance encounter had opened my eyes to what I had in this app. Even my lesbian friend Jade had been compelled to fuck me because of it. Beautiful Angela now thought she was a friend who would give me sexual release whenever I needed it. Thoughts of all that had happened since that first command had gotten me so worked up that I was now sawing in and out of Inez as I roughly kneaded her breasts.

“Ohhhh, Papi,” she moaned. “Give it to me real good, baby.” Her arms wrapped around herself, trapping my arm in an embrace. Inez was pushing back against me. “Help me finish, please,” she begged, lightly touching the back of my hand. When I didn't immediately move my hand to rub her, she tapped it again and whispered, “Please.”

I slowly moved my hand down from her breast and rubbed slow circles around her smooth belly. Inez groaned and squeezed her arms tighter. But she did not assert her desires, choosing instead to let me take ownership of her pleasure. As much as I liked the personas that took control and were aggressively sexual, in Inez I was beginning to see the beauty of the trust she put in me. It wasn't about my power over her, it was about me being responsible and caring to do what she needed. And so she sighed a happy “Yessssss” as my fingers pressed between her thighs and sought her pleasure center.

Inez was close already and it only took a minute or two of gentle circles around her clit before she was reaching the edge. Opening her legs a bit to give me better access, she stopped pushing back at me and held still. I responded by holding myself deep inside her, halting my thrusts so we could both focus on her final run up to her release.

Inez softly cried out and twisted her body around, her hands moving to grip my bicep. Our eyes met and I used my free hand to cup her cheek. She shivered and shook as if standing naked in frigid cold air and whispered, “Pill.”

Inez softly cried out and twisted her body around, her hands moving to grip my bicep. Our eyes met and I used my free hand to cup her cheek. She shivered and shook as if standing naked in chilly morning air. Even as she was cumming, Inez moved her face closer to mine and parted her lips. Her eyes communicated her desire and she waited for me to move closer and seal the connection. With a soft moan, she finished cumming while our lips gently touched. It was with **** that I finally backed up and let myself withdraw from her. Inez, too, seemed hesitant to release me, and her process of getting dressed and leaving was slow and drawn out.

By the time the door closed behind her, it was 8:40. One more girl to go for the middle shift. With a heavy sigh, I seated myself on the couch again. My cock was hard and eager, having been once again brought near to release. It would not be denied for long. I looked at the full-figured redhead awkwardly touching herself on my recliner. “Misty.”