Tinder Date Sedates & Milks Me

Zan & Margaret Episode 1 - Tinder date sedates and milks me.

This is a work of fiction. All characters are adults over the age of eighteen.

I am lying in bed, staring at the ceiling. It's boring, I think to myself, so I roll over and do what any other twenty-something-year-old would do, by grabbing my phone and installing Tinder.

It takes a few days before I match with someone decent. After chatting and getting to know each other for some time, we agree to meet for dinner at her place.

I don't put on anything too fancy. I grab my keys and head out.

I arrive, and knock on the front door.

She opens it, greeting me with a hug and a big smile.

"How you doing, how you been, come in, come in!" she says, excitedly.

I enter the home, and immediately smell the aroma of delicious food.

She points to the dinner table, and says, "Have seat there. Food be ready in one minute."

I let her tend to her cooking. I whip out my cell to see what I can do until the food is ready, but it's not too long afterwards, when she arrives with the plates. She sets them down. It's fried chicken and fried rice, and there's vegetables with shrimp in it.

She walks back over to the kitchen, and returns with two glasses of lemonade. "It's homemade, made with love," she says, as she places the glasses down.

She then sits herself down at the table. "I hope you enjoy food. In my hometown, call ji rou chao fan. This first time here, so wanted to cook something you're familiar with," she smiles.

"I forgot to ask, do you prefer spork -- or chopstick?"

"Why would I know how to use that?"

We both burst out laughing before proceeding to eat, and we enjoy each other's company until we're finished. My plate is wiped clean, but she hadn't eaten all of hers, as she is full.

I start to feel tired for some reason. I ask if I can nap on her couch before I leave.

"No problem," she says, "thank you for eating with me." She gives me a slight bow.

My eyes open, but everything's all blurry. My nose begins to itch and I immediately realize something's wrong. "W-WHAT?!" My adrenaline starts pumping, as I realize my arms and ankles are strapped and chained to a bed. I scream for help and shake furiously, trying to break loose.

Margaret walks in.

Given her name is too difficult to pronounce for most Americans, she had made the alias 'Margaret' to make it easier for them

Margaret stands there, nonchalant, with her arms folded across her chest.

"Hey! What wrong with you? Why you keep up so much noise?!"

"WH-WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU! CAN YOU NOT SEE THIS?! I'M TIED UP!"

The chains rattle, as i I continue to try to break free.

"G-GET ME OUTTA HERE, DAMMIT!"

Her eyes roll deeply into her skull. "Uggh, I can't stand crybaby!" she remarks, sounding agitated.

"I know something that make you feel better!" Margaret walks closer to the bed.

"N-NO! DON'T GET NEAR ME!" I shout.

She begins to slowly stroke my cock, and I calm down.

"You like?" she asks. "You feel better?"

"Y-yeah, that feels gooood."

The more she strokes, the harder I get, and before I know it, I'm cumming. I feel the hot load splat onto my upper thigh and pelvis area. She proceeds to lick the cum up, and swallows it.

"I'll be back for more later, okay?" she smiles.

She twiddles her fingers at me, as a goodbye gesture; something that a perky teenage girl would do, but I find it cute.

And then she leaves the room...

I am on cloud nine. Maybe this isn't so bad, I think to myself. Relaxed, I close my eyes, and drift back off to sleep.

"Zan!" she calls out my name, waking me.

I can't help but notice what she's been wearing since I've woken up here. It is just a simple pair of little gym shorts and a shirt tucked into them, but god she looks sexy.

I ask her to turn around so I can see her cute little ass, and that's when she begins giggling, posing, and slapping her backside-- putting on a show for me; my cock has gotten rock hard from the sight of it.

She then slowly takes off her shorts and panties. The way she does this, makes my cock feel like it is going to burst. She climbs on top of me, kissing me, and very gently slides her pussy onto my hard member, starting to ride it.

"Mmm," she moans.

"O-oh fuck!" I yelp, in ecstasy.

I want to grip and put my hands all over this woman while she's fucking me, but I can't, and it's killing me. Fuck, it's so tight and wet.

"I'M ABOUT TO CUM!"

"Ah, ah," she continues to moan, and ride.

"But it barely five minute! HOLD IT!"

"PL-PLEASE! I-I'M SQUEE... AS... HARD... AS... I-I--"

She gets up.

"Haha, relax. Only teasing," she laughs.

I can't just cum inside some random woman, but fuck, she feels good enough to make me do it. I breathe heavily, as I lie here, stunned at how I have, somehow, managed to not cum all over place, even at this point.

After I catch my breath, she begins to lick the head of my penis. I'm really sensitive here, so my eyes immediately roll into the back of my head, when her tongue touches it, and I let out a big sigh of pleasure.

She then makes her way down, licking up and down my shaft, teasing it and giggling. She then wraps her tongue back around the head to lick the pre-cum, and wraps her mouth around it to give it a little suck, to suck more out.

"Ahhhh fuck," I cry out.

"Mmm, that's good," she moans, in delight. "More sweeter now than before," she adds.

She takes it in and begins to suck. The wetness of her mouth feels like heaven, as she's sucking me up and down. I wish I could grab her head and pull it deeper, but all I can do is shiver, moan, and curl my toes in these constraints.

She moans and plays with her pussy, while she blows me. I can hear the wetness of it; it turns me on even more.

Feeling myself about to climax, I impulsively shout, "F-FASTER!"

The speed of her sucking increases. My cock begins to throb and pulsate in her mouth; she fully takes me in, as I moan and breathe uncontrollably. I finish cumming. She opens her mouth, showing me that she has swallowed all of it.

"Now, you finish me," she says.

She proceeds to sit on my face, and I eat her pussy until she cums. It is so hot. The relief on her face at the end, the cream oozing out of her pussy-- it is such a beautiful and arousing sensation.

She puts back on her shorts. I don't see her put the panties back on, and she leaves the room; once again, confirming she'll be back for more.

She'd come back to drain my balls twice after that. On her first return, she had come back to ride me again because she'd said that I ain't fuck her good or long enough.

The second time she just wants nut on her face. But, she is irritated because she doesn't get any more than a drop on it. I am practically shooting blanks at this point, so she has left me here for an hour or two, before coming back.

She comes back and removes her shirt, revealing her plump tits sitting firmly within a fun-looking bra, a delicious sight! My little man is turned on by looking at the breasts, but every flex hurts. At this point, I know I can't handle more ejaculations.

I try to relay this to Margaret, but she cuts me off.

"No whine, please! I make you feel good. I make you cum a lot!"

I yelp, "OUCH!" as she begins to suck my cock to harden it. She then places it between her tits, while still having on her bra on and begins to stroke it. It feels good, it feels really good! It's comforting, soft like pillows and warm inside, but also very painful. I groan and squirm, as she continues. I try to focus on the good feeling and, eventually, I climax, but nothing really comes out. It just throbs and goes limp.

Margaret sighs, "I'm sending you home now."

"I have no use for man producing such low sperm, like you got ED," she complains, as she gets up to unfasten the restraints.

She puts a knife to my cheek before continuing to undo the straps. "If you tell anyone about this, I know where you stay. I find you and cut balls off."

"Y-YES MA'AM!"

I sit up, stretch, and she exits the room; she comes back with my clothes. I get dressed, my legs feeling like jello.

I exit the home, and stumble to my car. She watches me until I get in, and then shuts her door afterwards.

I return back home, and I'm greeted by my mom, who is in the living room, watching TV.

"I've been trying to get in touch with you forever. Must've had quite a night!"

"Yeah, an interesting one," I reply.

I walk off to my room and lie down. I see I'd gotten a text from Margaret.

Margaret: come back once you got more juice, loverman.