The dating app that changed everything - part 1

chapter 3

"You were beautiful last night Greg." She said, reaching over and taking my cock in her hands. The feeling was the most intense arousal I had ever had. My eyes met hers, and my breathing started to come in quick shallow gasps. She held my gaze as she started to slowly and gently move her fingers up and down my thick shaft, letting her tips linger momentarily on my purple glans with each stroke. My eyes studied hers intently, her brown corneas pools of luxurious pleasure, my body melting under her exquisite caresses.

"Oh God yes please oh please!" I heard myself cry out, my mouth open, my mind awash with the hormones of arousal. I felt one of her hands cup my balls, gasping again as she continued to slowly pump my aching cock. I felt my body begin to shudder, my breath still ragged as the stimulation built, knowing my orgasm was only moments away.

"Oh Yes!" I gasped. "Yes please oh yes! I'm going to cum oh yes!" My hips thrust uncontrollably, but suddenly her fingers were wrapped tightly around the base of my shaft, gripping me firmly while she smiled coyly at me.

"Not quite yet Greg." She giggled. "Tell me how you feel."

"Oh please! Its too much!" I babbled."Please please! I'll do anything, please please let me cum!"

"Hmmm..." She smirked, letting her fingers lightly tease my scrotum. "That sounds good. I'd like to see you again Greg. Would you like that?" I felt her hand on my shaft again, resuming her slow stroke, even softer and slower this time.

"Yes! Oh yes! Please yes!" I begged.

"How about tomorrow night?" She offered flirtatiously, pausing her strokes and letting my cock spasm uselessly.

"T-tomorrow? But - but that's - no - please!" I mumbled, horrified to feel the absence of her touch once more.

"Is that a 'no' Greg?" She asked, frowning, and sitting up?

"No - I mean yes - I mean of course, I would love to see you again tomorrow night."

"Oh good!" She said, reaching for the orange cage and looking with curiosity at my desperately needful cock. "Let's just wait for Mr Impatient here to clm down and we can get you put away safely."

"Oh no - please - please - could you - just one or two more strokes - please I need it!"

She shook her head in mock disapproval. "Oh I don't think so - I think I enjoy how motivated you are right now. There's no chance you're going to be late tomorrow! Now, if I hear any more protests I might have to reschedule for next week!"

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I was in a daze as I left Claire's apartment, my aching balls affecting my stride as I tried to concentrate. My mind raced, my arousal making it difficult to focus. I noticed every woman on the street, my animal brain drawn to them like a wolf to sheep, unable to comprehend my muzzled impotence.

I heard the buzz of an alert on my phone, pulling it out of my pocket and scrolling to a message. "Hi Greg ;)" It read, then seconds later. "You've been locked for ten days? How are you feeling? I really admire a man who is willing to control his urges and get to know a woman before having sex." I swiped left in frustration, the thought of meeting another girl who wanted to keep me waiting was too much.

I scrolled idly through match after match, sizing each one up, looking for clues that might help me judge their attitude. The phone buzzed again, a new message popping up from 'Sophie'. "Hi Greg!" It said. I sighed, feeling the tiny hit of dopamine, disappointed that the message was so terse. Still, I clicked on the profile, waiting for a moment as the picture popped up. Sophie was smiling in her picture, her chubby looking round face framed with long brown hair, her thick rimmed glasses making her look slightly old fashioned. She wore a long blue dress, adding to the slightly frumpy look, and her build looked heavier than the 'few extra pounds' she had selected in her profile.

Two weeks ago I would have swiped left immediately, it would never have occurred to me to date someone like her. Not that she looked completely unattractive - simply plain, overweight, and homely. In that moment though, my hormone marinaded brain saw her as the most desirable creature I had ever set eyes on. Someone who promised the possibility of release from the torture of my sexual frustration.

'Hi Sophie!' I texted back. 'Thanks for writing! Your picture looks cute!'

'Thanks Greg ;)' She texts. 'That's sweet!'

'Are you interested in getting a drink this evening?'

'[blush] That's a little forward don't you think? OK though - why not? The corner bar at 15th and Commercial at 6?'

'Awesome! See you there!'

'Great!' I thought - and she didn't even ask for my code! Wait though - does that mean that sex isn't on the agenda for her? No, that way madness lies - I've got to just give it a go.

Walking into the bar I spotted her immediately. She looked larger than her photo, in a cotton sundress that framed her deep cleavage. She grinned as she saw me, standing up and pushing herself towards me in an energetic hug me as we exchanged greetings. Breathing deeply as she pressed herself against me I inhaled the musky scent of her body.