“Use me.” The words slipped out of my mouth before I could stop them. My heart was pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat, and my hands were trembling as I clutched the edge of the bed. He was standing there, just a few feet away, his eyes dark and hungry, like he’d been waiting for this moment since the second he swiped right on my profile.I hadn’t even kissed anyone before tonight. Not even a peck on the cheek. And now here I was, half-naked, lying awkwardly on a stranger’s bed, begging him to… well, do things. Things I’d only ever read about in the fanfiction forums late at night when no one else was watching. The kind of stuff that made me blush so hard I had to bury my face in my pillow to keep from screaming.But this wasn’t fiction anymore. This was real. And I could barely breathe.His voice was low, rough, and it sent shivers down my spine. “You sure about that, princess?” His lips curled into a smirk, and I swear I felt my stomach flip. “Once we start, I’m not stopping until I’ve had my fill.”I nodded, even though my brain was screaming at me to run. But my body—my stupid, traitorous body—was already betraying me. My thighs were pressed together, but I could still feel how wet I was, how my pulse was throbbing between my legs. I wanted this. No, I needed this. After 23 years of being the quiet, nerdy girl who spent more time with her textbooks than actual people, I was done waiting. Done wondering what it would feel like to be touched, to be wanted. And oh God, did he want me. The way his eyes raked over me, like he was already imagining all the ways he was going to take me apart… it made me feel alive in a way I never had before.---It all started three days ago. I was sitting in my tiny apartment, scrolling through Tinder for the hundredth time that week. My cat, Mr. Whiskers, was curled up next to me, judging me silently. He always did that whenever I opened the app, like he knew exactly what I was doing. Maybe he did. Cats are creepy like that.My profile was a mess. A single photo of me holding a giant stack of books (because, you know, nerd vibes), and a bio that said, “Looking for someone who won’t judge me for binge-watching Star Trek reruns.” It wasn’t exactly inspiring, but then again, neither was my love life.And then I saw him.His name was Alex, and his pictures were… intense. Dark hair, those sharp cheekbones, and a smile that looked like it belonged in a toothpaste commercial. But it was his bio that really got me. “Swipe right if you’re ready for something wild.”Wild. As in, the opposite of everything I was. I hesitated for a moment, my finger hovering over the screen. But then I thought, what the hell, and swiped right.Almost instantly, I got a match notification. And then, a message.“Wild enough for me, princess?”I nearly dropped my phone. My cheeks burned as I stared at the screen, trying to figure out how to respond. Do I play it cool? Do I flirt back? Do I scream into a pillow because oh my God an attractive man is talking to me?In the end, I went with something simple. “Depends. How wild are we talking?”His response came quickly. “Let’s find out.”And just like that, we were texting nonstop. He was charming, funny, and ridiculously confident in a way that made me feel both terrified and excited. By the end of the first day, I was already imagining what it would be like to meet him in person. By the second, I was Googling how to actually be good in bed, because let’s face it—I had no idea what I was doing.When he suggested meeting up at his place, I almost said no. Almost. But then he sent me a voice message, his deep voice dripping with promises of things I’d only ever dreamed about, and suddenly I was typing out my address without a second thought.---Now here I was, lying on his bed, feeling completely out of my depth. He stepped closer, and I could smell his cologne—something spicy and warm that made my head spin. When he reached out to brush a strand of hair away from my face, I flinched, but he didn’t pull back. Instead, he leaned in, his lips grazing my ear as he whispered, “Relax. I’ve got you.”His hand slid down my side, leaving a trail of fire in its wake, and I whimpered. I couldn’t help it. Every touch, every breath, every word—it was overwhelming in the best possible way. When his fingers found the hem of my shirt, I held my breath as he pulled it over my head, leaving me in just my bra and jeans.“Beautiful,” he murmured, his eyes roaming over my body like I was some kind of masterpiece instead of a nervous wreck. His hands moved to my waist, undoing the button of my jeans with practiced ease. He tugged them down slowly, letting his fingers graze my inner thighs, and I swear I almost passed out.And then… oh God. His hand slipped between my legs, and I gasped as his fingers brushed against the wet fabric of my panties. “Fuck, you’re soaked,” he growled, his voice sending a jolt straight to my core. “You really do want this, don’t you?”I couldn’t speak. Couldn’t think. All I could do was nod, my hips instinctively lifting toward him, begging for more. He chuckled, low and dirty, before sliding my panties aside and pressing a finger against my entrance.The moment he pushed inside, I moaned—a sound I didn’t even recognize as coming from me. It was like nothing I’d ever felt before. His finger moved slowly, deliberately, curling just enough to make me see stars. And then he added another, stretching me in a way that made me gasp and clutch at the sheets.“That’s it,” he murmured, his free hand stroking my thigh. “Just let go.”I tried to hold on, I really did. But the pressure building inside me was too much, too intense. When he pressed his thumb against my clit, I shattered. My body convulsed, my back arching off the bed as waves of pleasure crashed over me. And then, to my complete shock, I felt something hot and wet gush out of me, soaking his hand and the sheets beneath us.I froze, mortified. “Oh my God, I—I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to—”But he just laughed, his fingers still teasing me as he brought his hand up to his mouth. “Don’t apologize, princess. That just means I’m doing my job right.”---And then he was on me again, his lips claiming mine in a kiss that left me breathless. I could taste myself on his tongue, and it should have been weird, but it wasn’t. It was hot. Everything about him was hot.When he finally pulled back, his eyes were blazing. “Your turn,” he said, his voice thick with desire. “What do you want, princess? Tell me.”I swallowed hard, my mind racing. What did I want? There were so many options, so many possibilities. But there was one thing I knew for sure.“I want…” I started, my voice shaking. “I want you to use me. However you want.”His grin was predatory, and I felt a thrill of excitement—and fear—coursing through me. “Whatever I want, huh? Be careful what you wish for…”And then he was moving, his hands and mouth everywhere at once, and I could barely keep up. But I didn’t need to. All I needed to do was hold on and let him take control.And oh God, was he taking control…

The protagonist, a shy and inexperienced woman, matches with a confident man named Alex on Tinder. After days of flirty texting, they meet at his place, where she nervously agrees to let him take control. Their encounter escalates quickly, leading to her first sexual experience, during which she loses control and he continues to dominate the situation.

“__Use me.__” The words slipped out of my mouth before I could stop them. My heart was pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat, and my hands were trembling as I clutched the edge of the bed. __He__ was standing there, just a few feet away, his eyes dark and hungry, like he’d been waiting for this moment since the second he swiped right on my profile.

I hadn’t even kissed anyone before tonight. Not even a peck on the cheek. And now here I was, half-naked, lying awkwardly on a stranger’s bed, begging him to… well, __do things__. Things I’d only ever read about in the fanfiction forums late at night when no one else was watching. The kind of stuff that made me blush so hard I had to bury my face in my pillow to keep from screaming.

But this wasn’t fiction anymore. This was real. And I could barely breathe.

His voice was low, rough, and it sent shivers down my spine. “You sure about that, princess?” His lips curled into a smirk, and I swear I felt my stomach flip. “Once we start, I’m not stopping until I’ve had my fill.”

I nodded, even though my brain was screaming at me to run. But my body—my stupid, traitorous body—was already betraying me. My thighs were pressed together, but I could still feel how wet I was, how my pulse was throbbing between my legs. I wanted this. No, I __needed__ this. After 23 years of being the quiet, nerdy girl who spent more time with her textbooks than actual people, I was done waiting. Done wondering what it would feel like to be touched, to be __wanted__. 

And oh God, did he want me. The way his eyes raked over me, like he was already imagining all the ways he was going to take me apart… it made me feel alive in a way I never had before.

---

It all started three days ago. I was sitting in my tiny apartment, scrolling through Tinder for the hundredth time that week. My cat, Mr. Whiskers, was curled up next to me, judging me silently. He always did that whenever I opened the app, like he knew exactly what I was doing. Maybe he did. Cats are creepy like that.

My profile was a mess. A single photo of me holding a giant stack of books (because, you know, __nerd vibes__), and a bio that said, “Looking for someone who won’t judge me for binge-watching Star Trek reruns.” It wasn’t exactly inspiring, but then again, neither was my love life.

And then I saw him.

His name was Alex, and his pictures were… _intense_. Dark hair, those sharp cheekbones, and a smile that looked like it belonged in a toothpaste commercial. But it was his bio that really got me. “Swipe right if you’re ready for something wild.”

Wild. As in, the opposite of everything I was. I hesitated for a moment, my finger hovering over the screen. But then I thought, __what the hell__, and swiped right.

Almost instantly, I got a match notification. And then, a message.

_“Wild enough for me, princess?”_

I nearly dropped my phone. My cheeks burned as I stared at the screen, trying to figure out how to respond. Do I play it cool? Do I flirt back? Do I __scream into a pillow because oh my God an attractive man is talking to me__?

In the end, I went with something simple. _“Depends. How wild are we talking?”_

His response came quickly. _“Let’s find out.”_

And just like that, we were texting nonstop. He was charming, funny, and ridiculously confident in a way that made me feel both terrified and excited. By the end of the first day, I was already imagining what it would be like to meet him in person. By the second, I was Googling how to actually __be__ good in bed, because let’s face it—I had no idea what I was doing.

When he suggested meeting up at his place, I almost said no. Almost. But then he sent me a voice message, his deep voice dripping with promises of things I’d only ever dreamed about, and suddenly I was typing out my address without a second thought.

---

Now here I was, lying on his bed, feeling completely out of my depth. He stepped closer, and I could smell his cologne—something spicy and warm that made my head spin. When he reached out to brush a strand of hair away from my face, I flinched, but he didn’t pull back. Instead, he leaned in, his lips grazing my ear as he whispered, “Relax. I’ve got you.”

His hand slid down my side, leaving a trail of fire in its wake, and I whimpered. I couldn’t help it. Every touch, every breath, every word—it was overwhelming in the best possible way. When his fingers found the hem of my shirt, I held my breath as he pulled it over my head, leaving me in just my bra and jeans.

“Beautiful,” he murmured, his eyes roaming over my body like I was some kind of masterpiece instead of a nervous wreck. His hands moved to my waist, undoing the button of my jeans with practiced ease. He tugged them down slowly, letting his fingers graze my inner thighs, and I swear I almost passed out.

And then… __oh God__. 

His hand slipped between my legs, and I gasped as his fingers brushed against the wet fabric of my panties. “Fuck, you’re soaked,” he growled, his voice sending a jolt straight to my core. “You really do want this, don’t you?”

I couldn’t speak. Couldn’t think. All I could do was nod, my hips instinctively lifting toward him, begging for more. He chuckled, low and dirty, before sliding my panties aside and pressing a finger against my entrance.

The moment he pushed inside, I moaned—a sound I didn’t even recognize as coming from me. It was like nothing I’d ever felt before. His finger moved slowly, deliberately, curling just enough to make me see stars. And then he added another, stretching me in a way that made me gasp and clutch at the sheets.

“That’s it,” he murmured, his free hand stroking my thigh. “Just let go.”

I tried to hold on, I really did. But the pressure building inside me was too much, too intense. When he pressed his thumb against my clit, I shattered. My body convulsed, my back arching off the bed as waves of pleasure crashed over me. And then, to my complete shock, I felt something hot and wet gush out of me, soaking his hand and the sheets beneath us.

I froze, mortified. “Oh my God, I—I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to—”

But he just laughed, his fingers still teasing me as he brought his hand up to his mouth. “Don’t apologize, princess. That just means I’m doing my job right.”

---

And then he was on me again, his lips claiming mine in a kiss that left me breathless. I could taste myself on his tongue, and it should have been weird, but it wasn’t. It was __hot__. Everything about him was hot.

When he finally pulled back, his eyes were blazing. “Your turn,” he said, his voice thick with desire. “What do you want, princess? Tell me.”

I swallowed hard, my mind racing. What __did__ I want? There were so many options, so many possibilities. But there was one thing I knew for sure.

“I want…” I started, my voice shaking. “I want you to __use me__. However you want.”

His grin was predatory, and I felt a thrill of excitement—and fear—coursing through me. “Whatever I want, huh? Be careful what you wish for…”

And then he was moving, his hands and mouth everywhere at once, and I could barely keep up. But I didn’t need to. All I needed to do was hold on and let him take control.

And oh God, was he taking control…

virgin nerdy girl with no boyfriend since birth decides to be a cum dump for her tinder match and learned she can squirt hard.

A Cum Dump's Forbidden Journey

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