With work pressure and all, I was very busy and had little time to date a girl and lure her into my bedroom. So, I used to date a girl and have fun ca...ually, so I have a fake account. It has been a year now that I haven’t met any girls from Tinder. This story starts with a Tinder match. I was in the final week at the site, and as usual, I was looking for someone to sext on Tinder. It was 11 that night. My underwear was already down to my knees.My semi-hard cock was out in the air, and I was. He leads me to the back room, somewhere quieter where we can sit and chat, he says.The back room is decorated in black silks, candles and gothic art work. Its beautiful, but this is no longer the every day parlor I thought it was.He tells me now I am his, he is the one who is ultimately in charge of me and my body. He says the piercings he chooses will not be ones that I will be expecintg, and I will be at his beck and call to be pierced whenver he feels like it, and when there is an event I am. Will we make each other happy?’ Questions flood my mind but never get answered. Will I ever be at peace with myself? My mind wanders to your beautiful face, your perfectly pouted lips, your beautiful grey eyes, your amazingly beautiful white straight smile, sharp canines pulling my view directly towards them. Your perfectly shaped body, your soft sweet exterior, yet dominant being, making me beg, wanting more of you but getting nothing. Unable to handle myself, squirming with every one of. She was very tight but also very lubricated. Her smooth face remained placid.Her style of rogering was steady acceleration until climax, and she brought me to a jolting and gushing conclusion in a very few minutes because she was so tight and so active and then sat back on my thighs looking pleased with herself. She glanced at the man sitting beside me. He seemed to be a bit red in the face."May I?" I asked the florid man, who quickly took his hand away from his bulging groin but not before I.