Chapter 1: I'm a Tinderaholic
Hello my name is Johnny and I'm a tinderaholic. It's taking me along time to admit it but now I've accepted it as who I am. I love Tinder, it's perfect for me. I never really cared about a girls personality just about how big are the boobs and how fat is the ass. I don't care when your aunt Marlie's birthday is and I don't care what you do for a living, all I care about is whether or not you'll suck my dick. But the best part about Tinder? Not having to build up the courage to go to random chicks in a club and asking him to sleep with me. People are always surprised but I suffer from something called social anxiety and it was always really hard interacting with people socially unless I knew them really well. I don't get why people are surprised, just because I have problems talking to people doesn't mean I have any problem sleeping with them. So really Tinder changed my life in a big way.
Now I don't mean to brag but I'm a pretty good looking dude, I'm six foot two inches, and one hundred and sixty pounds. I was bit on the skinny side but I had some good definition and a couple shirtless pics on my profile and a good line in the bio and girls were pretty much all over me. Earlier I said I was a tinderaholic, and when I say that I mean I was meeting girls on Tinder at the very least three times a week. It was perfect all these insecure women were looking to find a relationship and thought they could entice men like me with sex, but what they weren't getting is after I'd had sex with them there was really no point in ever talking to them, hit and quit it just like the old man used to say. I was living the good life and it seemed like it'd never stop, until I met Paola.
Chapter Two: One Wrong Swipe
It was just another average Thursday night, I was watching a Bulls/Pacers game with a couple buddies but wasn't real into it so I did what I did whenever I got bored, went on Tinder. So I'm sitting there swiping, and I'm not one of those desperate morons who just swipes right too everyone because if I'm swiping right she better be blond, have huge tits and a fat ass. Anyways I'm swiping and suddenly Paul George hits an insane dunk and me and my buddies are freaking out, and I accidentally swipe right on a chick without knowing it, I figure no big deal I only match like a quarter of these girls anyway so I probably won't match this mistake. But of course with my luck I immediately get a match with this girl named Paola. And I'm instantly put off, first off this chick is Asian and I'm not racist but I've never really been into anything other than blonde white bitches. Second although she was curvy she had a little more meat on her then I was really looking for. So here I am about to unmatch this girl when she sends me a message "I'm at 45 Wilcox, and I'm horny. Be here in half an hour before I change my mind." At first this ticked me off, like how dare this bitch assume I wanted her, and how dare she demand I come over in half an hour. But then again the more I thought about it I figured it's one night, it's sex and hey I can always turn off the lights anyway. So I say goodbye to my buddies and head out. Luckily Wilcox was only a fifteen minute walk from my buddies place, another great thing about Tinder everyone is close by!
Anyways I get to this chick's house and I knock on the door and after a minute the door opens and instantly I'm considering running. This girl is by now meaning of the word ugly, in fact her long brown hair and tan skin were a nice change for someone who was used to the same thing all the time, the problem was this chick had clearly photo shopped herself as her boobs were way smaller in real life and her waist was much larger (still not fat, but meh I'm picky). Just as I'm about to make up some bullshit about how I came to the wrong house this tiny little girl, forgot to mention but she was maybe 5'4 max, looks at me and says "Wow you're way better looking in your pictures" with a frown. I can't believe this bitch! I'm a god damn catch and she's average as hell. I step in to give her a piece of mind but before I can say anything she scolds me "Take off your shoes, this is my house and I work hard to keep it clean!" WHO THE HELL DOES THIS BITCH THINK SHE IS! At this point I've decided I can't leave until I have sex with this girl because I need to get out this frustration.
So I take my shoes off and calmly say "You good to go?" Usually I'm more coy but I needed to get out of there as fast as I could.
"Fine, just get to the bedroom and get ready, I'll be in a minute." she ordered, hardly even looking at me. I'd had it up to here with this girl bossing me around, god I came here looking for a hookup not a nagging housewife. Regardless I go to her room and take my socks, pants and shirt off, leaving me in only my boxers. She walks in a little later wearing black lingerie, drinking a glass of wine, which she downs in one gulp, then she walks over to me and pushes me on to her bed. Although she was really small her push was solid and I flew back onto her bed. I decided she had probably just caught me off guard.
"What the fuck?" I yell, if there's one thing I hated it was being pushed around by a woman, when I'm in the bedroom I'm in charge, end of story!
"Shut up and listen to me. Rule 1: You do what I say, or else! Rule 2: I come first, both figuratively and literally! Rule 3: This is not a one night stand, even though I'm a little dissapointed in you so far, I still think you're pretty cute so I'm keeping you!" Paola ordered. Everything she said confused and infuriated me, but I couldn't understand what she meant by rule 3?
"What do you mean you're keeping me?" I asked with a clearly offended tone.
"I mean after we do this, you're my boyfriend, I'm your girlfriend, we're a couple." Paola stated matter of factly. As if I was agreeing to any of these rules.
"So I have no say in this at all?" I questioned, basically just trying to figure out this crazy bitches reasoning.
"Well if you don't like my rules, why don't you come up with your own?" Paola asked, surprisingly politely.
"Fine! Rule 1: We do what I say! Rule 2: You suck my dick and then we do it, if you get off good for you, but it's not my problem if you don't. Rule 3: I never see you again!" I screamed furiously, I was so mad she had the audacity to question the natural order.
"How about this, we wrestle and whoever wins, we follow there rules?" Paola suggested. Was this a joke? I had no desire to hurt this girl, but throwing her around on the bed and pinning her down to state my dominance, that sounded pretty good. And then once I put her in her place we'd do it and then I'd leave, yea this worked. I nodded in agreement.
"Haha okay just don't cry too much when you have to submit to a tiny little girl!" She teased and pounced on me. Her hands intertwined with mine and she tried to use them to pin my shoulders to the bed but I was stronger and was able to stay up. I escaped her hands and wrapped my arms around her thick waist, spinning my body and pushing her into the wall. Without any trouble I was able to pin her hands to the wall, but before I could figure out how to make her tap out she kissed me full on the lips and forced her tongue into my mouth. I immediately lost my focus allowing her time to recover and wrap her legs around my waist and her hands around my neck, all without breaking the kiss. She began squeezing my body with her legs which hurt me and allowed her to control me enough to push my back onto the bed. It was so hard to focus on breaking her legs grip on my body while she was kissing me, but eventually I started pulling them apart, giving me just enough space to breath. Just as I thought I had gotten a break she broke her kiss and shoved her breasts into my face, disorienting me further. She no longer had control of my hands as she had let go off me, but I was much too distracted by this girls small but still ample chest to care where her hands were. I grabbed her ass and started to lose focus of what exactly was going on. Slowly she rose her chest off of my face and went back to kissing me, as she removed my hands from her ass and once again intertwined her fingers with mine bringing my arms over my head. Just as I was thoroughly enjoying the moment I heard a sharp click noise and then Paola giggled, and I realized what she'd been doing with her hands earlier. She'd been reaching for a set of handcuffs!
"Oh no, is the poor boy starting to realize he's in trouble?" Paola teased in a mocking voice. I was in trouble, with my hands trapped above my head and Paola already on top of me I was basically helpless to defend myself from her.
"This isn't fair you bitch!" I screamed I was so mad at her for tricking me.
"Haha we never made any rules, now I hope your ready to tap out to my strong, sexy legs!" Paola taunted as she wrapped her thighs around my throat and began to squeeze as her crotch pressed into my face. It was uncomfortable situation and one I couldn't get out off but it was one I knew I could last in a while. At this point even though I was basically helpless I refused to submit to this awful woman. Paola squeezed and squeezed with her thighs but her legs simply weren't strong enough and I was able to survive the hold for over fifteen minutes when she let go.
"Ha, you can't make me tap even when I can't use my arms, kiss my ass bitch!" I taunted at her, hoping to further demoralize her.
"Kiss your ass? I think you should kiss mine! In fact that gives me an idea!" Paola squeeled with delight as she turned around and pushed her thong-clad bottom less than an inch from my face. "Kiss it bitch!"
"Make me!" I screamed back at her!
"Thought you'd never ask." Paola giggled and then sat back, forcing engulfing me in her voluptuous rear. She grabbed my hair with both of her hands and forced my face even deeper into her bottom. All I could see, smell, and feel was Paola's ass, unfortunately I could still hear Paola laughing her as-I mean laughing really hard at the misfortune she had put me in. "You better tap out soon cutie, I'm not letting you breath until you give in!" Paola threatened, and suddenly my lack of oxygen became clear. I struggled mightily and fought my hardest but with my hands cuffed and Paola's weight holding me down it became clear that I either had to tap out or she'd knock me unconscious. So although it killed me to give in, especially to an annoying little bitch like this, I had no choice but to tap out and since I couldn't reach her back I had to tap out on her ass which was especially embarrassing.
"YES! NOW YOUR MINE! YOU TAPPED OUT LIKE A LITTLE BITCH AND NOW YOU'RE MINE!" Paola screamed in victory and started laughing, while still keeping her butt an inch from my face. "Now kiss my beautiful ass and say your sorry for not doing what I said earlier!" Paola commanded, and although I wanted with all my heart to fight back I realized in this situation I had no choice. I meekly apologized and then planted a quick peck on her left ass cheek. "Oh boy are we gonna have fun!" Paola laughed as my spirit broke.
End of Chapter 2
I definitely want to write more here and I think the next chapter will be mostly humiliation + tying up, but as you can probably tell I'm planning on having this story get more sexual later on and I'm wondering if that's okay? Would you guys mind that? Also fun fact this is the only story I've ever written that was inspired by true events, I'm not anything like Johnny, but I met a girl on tinder who was a lot like Paola, of course I was more into it than Johnny is here. Part 3 will come soon!