My Tinder Date Fucked Our Waitress

Tinder dates are the worst.

But when an occasion comes around that I find myself without dick, I have been known to swipe right on a few guys. St. Patrick’s Day means green beer and bars, so that is where we headed. Little did I know that I was going out with a Tinder date cheater. The bar was full of waitresses running around in short Bavarian dresses and hard braless nipples, looking for tips so I guess I shouldn’t have been too surprised.

My date was eye fucking them all, he was practically salivating.

I wasn’t feeling it. So, I decided to think of a way to end the date.
“I have to go to the bathroom,” I yelled over the music.

In the bathroom, I called a few of my go-to booty calls. Of course, they were busy.
So, I opened Tinder and started swiping. Nothing there was striking my fancy. I fixed my face and headed back to the table.

One of the waitresses was bending over at my table, smiling at my Tinder date cheater.

Oh, I know that smile. It would have been easy to just leave then, but I was curious. The band had gone on break, so, I got close enough to make out what she was saying.

“Want to get lucky tonight?” the waitress asked my date with a seductive smirk. He couldn’t contain his grin either, and I watched his eyes light up. This was how it came to be that my Tinder date fucked our waitress…
“Yeah, that’s the plan,” he finally said, his voice low and full of anticipation.
“Care who?” she asked.

Really? Wow? But she was cute.

As I imagined the scene my heart was pounding, I hadn’t expected the night to take this turn. I could feel my body become aroused and the dampness between my legs.

She looked around, and, not seeing me, she took his hand and led him to the back room. I was close behind, peering through the crack in the door.

“I’m on a date,” he said. Aww, my Tinder date cheater remembered.
“It will just take a minute.”
“A minute,? Fuck, girl,” he said, taking it as an affront to his ability.
“I’m on a 15-minute break; fill me up,” she ordered.

My Tinder date cheater pulled down the waitress’ blouse, revealing her perky breasts.

His hands moved over her curves, his fingers exploring every part of her. He grabbed her ass and ground his hips against her. I felt myself getting even wetter. I started rubbing my clit, desperate for release.
“Come on, get your cock out. Fuck me,” she begged, but he kept playing with her.

After a while, he did get his cock out and was teasing her wet slit with it.
He was making her crazy, and, by extension, me as well.
“Don’t make me wait anymore! I’m ready and I want it now!” she whined, spreading wider, trying to get him inside her. Her hands reached for the waistband of his jeans.

His eyes had a fire burning in them, He was so sexy. Finally, he gave in to her demands, pushing his dick into her waiting warmth. She was so sexy, whimpering as he stretched her cunt, he had a lot more dick than her pussy could take. He was blessed with a slab of meat that would make a god jealous. Oh, fuck, this was so hot. I shoved two fingers in my cunt as I watched my Tinder date cheater fuck our waitress. And, he knew how to fuck!

I could feel my body shaking with excitement and pleasure.

I watched him fuck her brains out. His movements seemed to intensify with each thrust, his eyes never leaving hers. She was sweating and cumming over and over. Finally, without warning, he came inside of her, his body shuddering with pleasure. I felt my own orgasm erupt, my body pulsing with pleasure.

It was time I took over, so I interrupted at that point.
“Go back to work,” I said, and everyone jumped up. She quickly dashed out of there, but he was cool about it and knew he wasn’t in trouble when he saw my smile. My Tinder date fucked our waitress, and now it was my turn to fuck him.

When my Tinder date isn’t fucking our waitress, I’m sometimes pressing down my stilettos on his balls. Read all about it in my last blog.

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