So this happened a few years ago, before I met my current GF and when I lived in a different city.

I met a woman on Tinder. Let's call her Julie (she was going under a fake name anyway when we matched). Julie is a woman of Asian descent, in her late-thirties (I was mid-twenties when this happened).

We start talking. Julie's very blunt, does NOT mince her words about things. There's also very little info on her profile page other than that she's a "gym bunny". Turns out she's a pharmacist, with two kids. All up, a very respectable person on the surface.

At one point she says something that sounds a bit 'size queeny', which I point out and laugh about.

"That's because I am a size queen," she tells me with a winky emoji. It's pretty hot.

Julie explains that she matched with me because of a certain picture I have on my profile. For reference, the pic in question is pretty candid and innocent. I'm in a costume at a party, posing. The costume's white pants just so happen to create a near-imperceptible (but very flattering) outline for those who go looking for one... which she clearly had.

"How big are you?" she asks.

I'm feeling this straightforward vibe, and the revelation that I'm talking to a size queen has turned me on quite a bit. So I just straight up tell her the truth.

"7" long, 6" around. Not extremely long, but very thick."

Tbh, I expected her to be a bit disappointed. I assumed she was probably hoping for larger numbers akin to those in porn, or just the very top end of the bell curve (8-9").

Instead she responds with a whole string of blushing/sweating emojis. And comments to the extent of "oh really?", and "wow, that's so big".

That on its own was very hot (and probably a little undeserved if I'm honest). What made it even hotter though was that, just upon hearing my measurements, this woman's personality pivoted from no-nonsense and clinical to that of an animal in heat.

"You realise you can't just say that?" she followed up, with another winking emoji. "You have to show me and prove it before we meet."

Those last few words really got my blood (and other things rising). I was used to dates that took a while to organise. Not with this woman.

That was when she dropped another bombshell. "How else will my husband vet you to make sure you're worthy?"

She explains that she's married (duh). Apparently this was a thing they as a couple had been doing for a little while. The previous guy had moved away, and now Julie was on the hunt for a replacement.

For the record, I'm not really into the cuckhold thing. To the extent I am, I only ever enjoy the fantasy when imagining myself as the 'bull' - the appeal to me comes primarily from fucking someone's dissatisfied girl and making her feel pleasure she doesn't otherwise experience.

I told her I was open to this, but on the condition that her husband not be actively involved. Not to shade those who do, but personally I really don't like the idea of another dude in my sex life. She agreed, reassured me that I'd never meet her husband.

I was also a little sceptical about being catfished, so we agreed to exchange Snapchat details. She proved that she was real first. Then I sent my dick pic.

She opened it immediately. And responded with one of the hottest paragraphs I've ever read. I wish I still had it saved, but basically, just imagine this gushing wall of stream-of-consciousness texts and emojis (not even slutty ones, just heart and lovey-eyed ones... which were even hotter somehow) telling me how gorgeous and thick my dick was, how much she loved the curves and veins and foreskin, how turned on she was by it, how desperately she needed it. Literally the response every guy who's ever sent a dick pic has hoped for. I have some African descent, so I think from memory the 'BBC' aspect played into things a little bit.

She tells me she wants me to come to her house on Sunday and fuck her. Promises her husband won't be home. But first, we have to meet so that she can check I'm safe, and so we can discuss some ground rules. She then sends some more pics, including one of her bent over in front of an oven (fully clothed, but in denim shorts). "This is how I want you to take me on Sunday," she says.

Maybe now it's time to better describe her. Julie is a fairly short woman - petite in a lovely, thick way. She probably weighs ~55 kg. It's clear she works out, and personally I find her voluptuous ass and thighs really sexy.

I, being a young, impulsive, very horny guy, of course say yes to the Sunday sex-date. And go to sleep fondling myself while thinking about that body.

The night of the meeting started off like a dumb re-enactment of a drug deal. We agree to meet in separate cars in a carpark, and talk face-to-face. It takes a bit of time to find one another (there's some confusion over where we're supposed to be parking; kinda funny in hindsight but at the time I was worried she'd get cold feet and abort).

Eventually it works out. "I'm in the black Mercedes," she tells me. This part really hits home in a strange way - this is a woman (or at least, a couple) of high socioeconomic class and professional esteem, not some openly-trashy Tinder fuckgirl. I can only imagine what her friends and family would think of her (and her husband) doing this.

I take a few deep breaths and check myself myself in the rearview mirror (this was shortly after a late night at work, and I was still in my business attire). Then I walk over to her car. I'm half-expecting the husband to be there, at which point I'd have walked away. He isn't. It's just her.

She gets out of the car and hugs me, then invites me to sit in the passenger seat.

I can't remember what was said. I just remember that she started touching me on the shoulder and leg at one point, and I reciprocated. At some point she held my hand in hers and commented about how big it was. Eventually we got more touchy-feely. Hands on breasts (underneath her top), prolonged kisses, etc. I wish I could remember more about what transpired during that time.

All I know is, within ten minutes of me getting in her Mercedes, she undid my fly and took my dick in-hand. It flopped out dramatically, already at semi-chub. She never got to see it truly soft.

"Oh my god," I remember her smirking.

We both just stared at my dick for a minute or so as she stroked it up and down the shaft, with the tiniest hands I've ever seen on an adult woman. I still remember her painted nails. It was so fucking hot. My dick felt harder than an iron bar by the end of it, poking through her fist (that had no hope of closing around it) and standing triumphantly at full-mast, throbbing and twitching, illuminated only by the light of a streetlamp through her glazed car windows.

Without any further words, she leaned across and started sucking.

Her tiny, pouting lips around my head felt immense. She had zero chill and just went all-in, trying to fit as much of me in as she could. Despite her efforts, she was making exerted grunting noises and struggling before she'd even gotten past the glans. I think she made it about 3-4 inches down. Still, I was impressed, and let her know that. I remember the sheer warmth of her mouth, the sight of her drool sliding slowly down my shaft and through my open fly. After a week of no-fapping, I was so primed... I told her she was making me ooze precum against the back of her throat, which elicited an ecstatic moan from her.

Eventually she climbed over me into the footwell. How she managed this I don't know, but she was small and the car was spacious I guess. I don't even remember it being awkward (although it must've been in hindsight). Once she was cocooned at my feet, between my thighs, she resumed sucking. It was just about the sexiest thing I've ever seen.

Eventually she got out her phone and asked if she could take a pic for hubby. I said yes. She held out her phone in one hand, shoved her throat as far down over my cock as she physically could (to the point that she was tearing up... I helped slightly with a hand on the back of her head), and took a short video. Maybe a photo as well, I don't remember. She pulled off me trailing saliva. Then I remember a minute of nothing as she typed away at her phone; she wrote a caption that included something along the lines of 'taking his fat 6" girth cock', and sent the video/photo on. I don't remember the exact wording of the caption, but I remember it definitely specified the 6" girth. That must've been a focal point for the pair of them.

Afterwards she went to climb out of the footwell, back over me. At some point halfway I kinda just... instinctually grabbed her hips. And held her there. Over my dick.

She was still wearing shorts but I lowered her onto me anyway. Ground my dick, now up against my stomach, along her vagina through the thick fabric.

I remember her whimpering a little, and the indecisive look she gave me.

"Take them off. I want you now." The words didn't feel like they were coming from me. I felt possessed by something far more authoritative, like a backseat driver in my own body.

Clearly she liked the assertiveness. "Oh," she said, in a kind of defeated, smitten way. Then she half-stood up over me... and shed her sneakers and pants as quickly as she could. In the meantime, I lowered my seat, thoughts racing.

"Give me that MILF pussy," the puppeteering part of me said. Yes, I actually said that exact line. It sounds so cliched and fake in retrospect, I know, and it feels so cringe thinking about it now... but at the time? Really fucking hot. And it worked.

I remember her replying with something like "yes baby, give me that big fucking dick. I want it in me."

So she clambered over the top of me. Put her arms around my head to grab the depressed headrest behind me. And positioned her shaved pussy directly over the head of my dick, both sets of genitals glistening damply in the low light.

I think I asked her whether she shaved it for me... and realised that she might have been intending all along to show me her handiwork that night instead of the following Sunday. I hadn't been as prepared, and so hadn't brought a condom. For the second time in my life, and the first time with a casual hook-up, I was about to have bareback sex.

Part of me was actually really worried, and stressing out a bit. But a far more animalistic part of me took the reins. Or more accurately, her hips.

If the feeling of her mouth had been immense, the feeling as her raw vagina slid down warmly over me was indescribable. She didn't struggle at all with my size (most women do), and yet, somehow, she felt impossibly tight. She was slippery beyond belief, which I'm sure helped. Those warm pussy walls pouring around my dick were just the height of ecstasy, and I let her know exactly how fucking good she felt. She was going even more gaga than I was, breathing heavily and letting out little high-pitched moans of 'oh my god' and 'Jesus'.

My dick may have just been the hardest it had ever been at this point, like unyielding steel. I went deeper and deeper, waiting tensely for the moment at which she'd pull back with a wince, like other women. It never came.

Ever felt the ridge on the topside of your glans slide past a cervix into the posterior fornix? I did, on the first go... a little fleshy flick. She did too, with a wail that I thought for sure would be heard by others outside the car (I even craned my neck to check the carpark; fortunately it was deserted).

Eventually I felt her bottom out, felt her plump, gym-toned buttocks come to rest on my balls. I grabbed her hips and pulled her down further just for good measure. Her eyes literally rolled back (I hadn't seen that before), and the sounds she made were... well, a bit like those of childbirth, for lack of comparison. We just sat in place for a good 20 seconds, my rock-hard dick throbbing against her innermost depths, her little midsection gyrating desperately around me.

She didn't say this, but I remember imagining my dick inside her and thinking 'god, I must be close to this woman's navel'.

Then we fucked.

She started it, grinding her pelvis back and forward and occasionally lifting off. I couldn't help myself at this point... just grabbed her asscheeks and made her commit. The feeling of that bare ass overflowing my hands, smacking down against my thighs... hnnng. Anyone who's experienced it doesn't need to be told. I never saw her bare breasts unfortunately, but still... they were there in my face, shaping her modest blouse, and only added to the experience.

Then my hands found her waist again, began to work her furiously up and down. And the sight of that pussy rising steadily higher along my shaft, falling steadily further, clapping louder each time...

During sex, I like (and think I'm pretty good at) narrating to my partner exactly what I'm finding hot in the moment. So I did. I told her just how fucking incredible that voluptuous little 'gym bunny' body felt in my arms, gliding up and down my cock. Her jiggling booty rippling with every thrust. That convulsing magic pussy, stretched obscenely taut around my girth, trying its hardest to milk me. How hot her little moans were in my ear. How bad a girl she was, having bareback sex with a strange man 30mins after meeting him. Bearing in mind she was a size queen, I also said some slightly-cringe stuff about how good she was at taking big dick. I'm sure I said a lot of other things too but that's all I really remember. And I definitely said it all a lot less eloquently/with way more panting than I've repeated it here.

Her pleasure mounted, as did the noises she was making (including one or two sharp squeals that probably legit damaged my hearing a little). "Keep going," she told me. "You're gonna make me cum. I haven't cum like this in months."

That really got me fired up.

I'd like to say I lasted longer than 5mins... but I didn't. I couldn't. Not after a week of no fap, and the onslaught of that perfect pussy, and the sheer sexy depravity of fucking this affluent, high-class stranger bareback in her own luxury car. Full disclosure: I have a bit of a creampie/impregnation fetish. That, combined with the knowledge that I was bottomed-out in this woman, totally raw with nothing between us, poised to spurt a week's worth of pent-up cum as deeply into her as was physically possible...

I straight-up told her: "this pussy's just too good, she's gonna make me cum all up inside her".

"Do it!" she groaned immediately, sounding close herself. "Fucking cum in me. Cum in me with that huge fucking cock!"

Needless to say, that put me over the edge.

I remember that tingling surge in my abdomen, the realisation that I was about to reach the point of no return and cum in this woman with no protection. The two sides of me had another little war over this dilemma. To pull out, or not to pull out?

The latter side won. As it was always going to. You could've told me right then that I was gonna add a third child to her litter and it would only have made me cum faster.

With one final grunt, I grabbed her little waist in a vice and bucked up into her. Buried every millimetre of dick I had.

The floodgates opened. I swore.

I remember the sheer power of the spurts that came out of me: a good 4-5 thick pulses that I could legit feel splashing against her rear walls. There's a (solo) GIF on my profile that kinda gives an impression of this, but somehow here it felt like I was cumming even harder, pumping even more cum up into her, flooding the space behind her cervix.

I think she felt it too to some extent, or at least the buzzing, rhythmic convulsions of my dick as it erupted. She let out this kind of warbling, intensifying squeal that synchronised with each spurt.

Then she herself peaked. She rose over me, tensed... and then literally came down on top of me in a shuddering orgasm. To this day, I've never orgasmed so simultaneously with someone.

Afterwards we just sat there for a minute and recovered, my still-hard dick emptying the last contents of my swollen balls up into her.

"That was... amazing", I remember her panting.

I think I thought it would be hot in the moment to say something like 'you're not gonna spill a drop of my cum, are you?" And then she did a sexy little headshake. "No, baby."

I forget what else was said, but we do a bit of a separating dance with tissues, just in case (I didn't literally expect her not to spill anything, and I was in my hard-to-wash suit pants). Somehow, almost nothing leaks out of her, despite her being on top and pulling herself off me vertically, and having what felt like a small lake's worth of cum up inside her.

The rest of the evening is a bit of a blur. She puts her pants and shoes back on, all I have to do was zip up my fly. Then we sat next to one another and talk for a bit. She tells me very enthusiastically that the Sunday sex-date is definitely a go.

Then I leave the car, the windows of which are now fogged with moisture. And drive home, feeling very proud of myself.

To be honest, I did start worrying a bit afterwards about STDs (bareback sex was still a rare taboo to me, and I'm a slight germophobe who was legit worried about contracting something like HIV from the encounter). I'd also never asked if she was on birth control of any kind. The animal side of me just took over, not considering the risks.

When she hit me up on Snapchat later that night to ask me how it was, I was in a slightly negative state of mind and didn't match her enthusiasm, which she took as an absolute slap in the face. That soured things (she sounded really broken up by it)... and we never saw each other again. No Sunday sex-date or anything else. Sorry to end on a bit of a downer, but sometimes these things just don't have fairytale endings. At least I got my one evening to remember and recount for you all.

PS: Please excuse any errors. This is my longest-ever post by far, and I got a bit worked up reciting this. I've tried to depict things as accurately as possible but this was a while ago and I don't exactly have an eidetic memory. I also change tense all over the place. Maybe I'll do an editing pass later.

TL;DR: Matched a married (open marriage) size queen on Tinder. We met in a carpark to organise some sexcapades at her house. 40mins later, she left the carpark and went home to her family with my cum in her belly.