This is my first attempt at sharing an erotica ** please be kind, but feedback is welcome. M34 F28 and all consensual.

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The air hummed with anticipation as Charles pressed a soft kiss to my temple, his voice steady but laced with subtle tension. "Enjoy yourself tonight," he murmured.

I have a dinner date planned with a stranger I met on a dating app and well if it goes well there will be more to this story..
dinner went smoothly and we agreed on my scenario for the the rest of the date but he had a few tricks in there as well hope you enjoy my cuckold date night story - all consenting adults 😉

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We decided to keep the night going and picked a cute little tiki bar walking distance way. .

I stepped into the dimly lit but extremely busy tiki bar, my date by my side commanding my gaze with his tall frame and confident aura. Conversation flowed as effortlessly as the drinks, and his hand found its way to my thigh, a silent signal igniting the night.

Before I could rationalize the chemistry between us, we slipped into the single-stall bathroom, adrenaline coursing through my veins. His lips pressed against my neck as I leaned against the cold tile wall, skirt already rucked up.

Kneeling before me, his hands gripped my hips, and I grabbed my phone, recording as he buried his face between my legs. The sensation was electric, a wave of pure indulgence. Without missing a beat, I sent the video to Charles imagining him at home, seeing the message pop up, his jaw tightening as he resisted the urge to touch himself, as I set the phone on the sink.

As if sensing my distraction, my date rose, his lips trailing a line of fire up my body before plunging into me with a thickness that stole my breath. I gasped, clinging to him. As he sped up his pase we fumbled, landing on the closed toilet seat.

"Don’t stop," I urged, grinding against him, my hands braced against his shoulders. The confined space amplified every sound—my moans, his groans, the rhythmic creaking of the toilet seat beneath us. I rode him with abandon, pushing us to the brink, and for a brief moment, it felt as if the seat might give under the pressure.

He let out a low chuckle, gripping my hips firmly. "You're going to break this thing," he teased, pulling me off him in one swift motion. Before I could catch my breath, he flipped me around and bent me over the sink, my skirt still hiked up. His hand found the base of my hair, tugging just enough to send a shiver down my spine.

My reflection in the mirror caught my eye, and I saw the camera still recording. The angle was imperfect, the scene teasingly out of frame, but the audio left no mystery.

"I hope Charles is watching," I teased, "because you have an amazing cock" my voice laced with mock defiance, knowing this was part of our game. I whispered to my date, just barely enough for the camera to pick up "You make me feel so full."

He smirked, then quickly grabbed the phone to capture the perfect angle as he thrust deeper and slower into me just long enough to catch out breath before picking up the pace. My body trembling, sweat and juices dripping, I almost forget where I was.. The sounds escaping me grew louder, toes curling as the moment peaked. My vision blurred, and I cried out, a raw, primal sound that echoed in the tiny space.

When he finally finished, he whispered " good girl" and that praise sent a shiver through me to end it all. We redressed, messy and flushed, and returned to our table or another drink to find the bar just as loud and busy, like nothing just happened.

Hours later, I returned home to find Charles immersed in his video game, a perfect distraction.

"Good boy," I thought, a smile tugging at my lips.

"Hi" I greeted casually, but still flustered from my evening, barely stepping through the door before he powered off the console.

Charles's quickly pinned my hands above my head to the door with one hand , his breath hot against my ear. "How was your night, you little slut?"

My response was a low, sultry whisper. "Feel and find out."

He didn’t hesitate, his mouth on mine, hands roaming possessively as he discovered every lingering trace of my night. The raw need in him matched my own, and he took me fiercely, reveling in the mess of it all.

The next morning, as we lay tangled in bed, we agreed the videos were even hotter than expected. "Maybe next time," I suggested, a wicked glint in my eye, "he can join us here...while you’re tied up."

Charles smirked, the possibilities sparking a new wave of anticipation.

Part 2?