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I feel comfortable confessing that I betrayed him in Santorini while I was on a girls’ trip with one of my friends because it happened almost a year ago and I’m no longer seeing the man in question. We planned a trip to Santorini to get a tan and spent the majority of the day lounging by the pool without swimsuits.

We were mainly left alone during our first few days there, but periodically I felt that the men staying at our hotel were starting to look as they passed by us or the pool. Do you ever have the feeling that someone is watching you?

I was sort of enjoying the attention people were giving my body as I lay in the sun because I had sort of average-sized boobs and both of my nipples were pierced. I began to feel a little twisted when I wondered about how I appeared to the primarily older males who were staying at the motel with their wives.

There was one person in particular I couldn’t help but turn to look at back then. He had an olive complexion, dark features, and was wearing these really tight black shorts. He was tall—possibly 6 feet 3 or 4—and well-built. Abs on display, and I wondered I could make out the contour of his dick through the material of his shorts if I looked closely enough.

From across the pool, I saw him staring at my tits, and he noticed me daydreaming and starring at his body, and for a moment, we were able to make eye contact. He approached my friend and I while we were lying there and mostly ignored my friend while speaking to me in French, a language I don’t know, followed by sort of bad English with a thick French accent.

I don’t speak French, but I found his accent pretty attractive. The combination of that and his attractiveness and provocative behavior—touching my thigh and putting his hand on my leg while making eye contact with me closely, complimenting me on how beautiful I was, and how much he enjoyed the way I was tanned—was simply too much.

I sort of felt like I should inform this guy that I’m taken after thinking about my partner back home, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. He continued to flirt with me, so I made the decision to hold off on returning the favor. He handed me a couple of cocktails to drink while we talked, and the booze only accelerated the pace of the exchange. He gave me a loving French accent while speaking to me, and before I knew it, he had his hand softly resting on my hip as we lay face to face on the same sun bed. He was expressing his want to visit me constantly and how he wished I lived in Paris.

I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter as he spoke, because I could see where this was going and my mind was starting to wander. I’m not sure if it was the alcohol or just plain old sex hunger, but I had completely forgotten who my partner was and I knew I had to have him.

We should return to my room, I informed him as I drew him in. But he demanded that we return to his.

I gave him a deep kiss and then, before I knew it, I was back in his apartment, sitting against the wall on the roof terrace balcony facing the ocean. He stroked his hands over my entire body, including my thighs, clit, and tits. I took off his shorts and he showed me his big, solid cock.

It was much bigger than my boyfriend’s and the first fresh cock I had seen since we started dating. Though I didn’t have time to measure it, it felt huge in my hands, and now that I think about it, I’d estimate his thickness to be between 7.5 and 8 inches. As he kissed me, I could feel him throb and solidify in my hands, and eventually I lost my patience. I groaned against his ear, allowing him to fuck me.

He slid between my legs to hold me back against the wall while shoving his dick into my vagina. He grabbed hold of my hair and pushed up against me, burying his body deep inside of mine. It felt so awfully tight that it tingled all over my body.

I could hear myself beginning to whimper as he repeatedly shoved his full dick inside of me while sliding inside of me from behind, grasping my tits and pinching my nipples around my piercings. He penetrated me then grunted as he pulled away, leaning me over the balcony while I sobbed repeatedly, feeling myself getting wetter and wetter on his dick.

He forced me to my knees, spun me around, rubbed my clit, sucking my nipple, then snuck up behind me and fucked me dog. He brought me back to him and buried himself inside of me completely—deeper than I could ever remember being fucked. I felt fantastic as his powerful hands held onto my hips and slid me on and off the tip of his butt. I lost control of my orgasm as I rolled all over his dick and let out a loud, high-pitched groan. As he continued to softly screw me, he felt me constrict. Then, as he ran his tongue over my clit, he pulled out and lapped up my sperm. My legs started to shake and quake.

I knelt down and put his dick in my mouth even though I knew I couldn’t handle round two straight away and was still so irritated that I needed him to cum for me as well. I tried to take his entire length into my mouth as I sucked him off with his hands running through my hair as he drove himself deeper into my throat while tasting my own cum on his dick. He lost control as soon as his groans got louder and louder, shoved me back onto his dick, then poured his warm cum into my throat.

When I returned to my room shortly after that, my friend was furious with me for abandoning her by the pool alone and neglecting her all afternoon. I replied that all we had done was have a drink and speak, but I was very certain that she could tell that I had just been fucked when she inquired what had happened. I never saw the man again on that trip, so I guess he left that evening. It’s unfortunate because if I could have, I would have returned for more. After that, neither my friend nor my partner asked any questions about it. On occasion, I still consider getting fucked on that balcony.

NSFW: yes

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