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Sally’s point of view.

I wondered to myself, I’m gonna finish this wine, go upstairs and ride that giant dildo hard and fast, cum and pass out until Steve got back. That would give me plenty of time to recover for the fucking I was gonna give him.

I was full in wondered and heard someone say my name.

“Sally… it was Sally right?” I turned to the guy now sitting beside me and all the blood left my face. I wondered I was gonna pass out. It was fucking Ian.

“Um….yeahhhh that’s me… what are you doing here?” I asked

He responded, “I’m staying here tonight before flying home tomorrow. I knew it was you, the charming American. I couldn’t forget that body in that dress”

Suddenly all the blood that left my face was back and I felt my cheeks warming. Steve would die when I tell him, Ian just called me charming. Ian smiled knowing he was effecting me.

“You’re very lucky my husband isn’t here, he might kill you, I told him that you slipped your hand up my dress” I said angrily

“First, I don’t think he’d even try, much less care, he stood there and took pictures for you while I brushed your ass and tits and said nothing. So…. Your husband isn’t here?”

His hand found it’s way to my knee. I tensed and began to move his hand, but what’s the harm. This is no worse than the flirting Steve let me do infront of him.

“There’s a big difference in a brush that could have been accidental and slipping your hand up my dress and over my pussy” I said.

He smirked and said, “I agree, I’ve been thinking about your wet panties all day”

In one motion he slid his hand up my thigh under my dress to my bare pussy. I gasped and squeezed my legs tight around his hand so he couldn’t move it. “What the fuck are you doing, I’m married”

He totally ignored my question and said, “I was hoping to feel your wet panties again but that is much nicer. You’re a naughty girl sitting here that wet with no panties on, I bet you’ll leave a spot on the stool when you get up”

I wondered about how he was unknowingly touching my juices definitely mixed with Steve’s cum still leaking out of me. It turned me on, serves him right for touching me. Fuck it, let him cover his hand in my husbands cum. I uncrossed my legs and instantly his fingers pushed inside of me.

I looked at him and took a long sip of wine as his fingers explored my insides. I drank in the wine and how he looked. His shoulders, his chest and god those thick muscular legs. He said nothing but continued to finger me. He adjusted in his seat and the movement made me look down. He must have freed his boner because now it was very pronounced against his pants.

I felt my jaw drop. For years I imagined what his cock was like and even straining against his pants it did not disappoint. It was like he stuffed that absurdly large dildo down his pants.

My heart raced, I felt my face get hotter. The voice of Steve flooded my brain and it played all the times we talked about a hall pass these last few weeks.

Abruptly I stood up grabbed his hand and said, “follow me”
He followed without saying a word my hand still gripping his. We got to my door and I opened and pulled him in.

He instantly picked me up and legs wrapped around him. He pushed me to the wall and stuck his tongue in my mouth. I talked around it, “I’m going to fuck you, then you’re going to leave, not just my room but my hotel, this is a one time thing”

He smiled and said, “sure”

He pulled my dress off without putting me back down and it was his turn to flush. He stared at my tits and licked his lips. “They are way nicer than I thought, and I had really high expectations”

He took my left nipple into his mouth and walked to the edge of the bed and sat down with me still straddling him.

My hands explored his frame, the first man other than Steve I’ve felt in 15 years. I grinded on his swollen cock through his pants. He kissed my neck then pulled my head back by my hair so he could suck on my nipples again.

This sent me over the edge. I pushed him down to his back and climbed off of him, and pulled his pants off. He didn’t have any boxers on and his massive cock stood straight up. My insides were never gonna be the same after fucking him. I grabbed it and my fingers couldn’t touch from his girth.

Before I fucked him I wanted him to be punished more for his blatant disrespect for Steve. I climbed on top of him and sat on his face. I pulled his hair lifting his head so his tongue went deeper. He moaned how good I tasted. I wondered if he only knew probably 50% of that was Steve’s cum. He ate pussy like a champ but I was done playing games.

I backed down his chest and gripped his cock and held it as I slide it into me. Once I bottomed out I felt like I couldn’t breathe. There was pressure everywhere.

He laughed, “it has that effect on women, take it slow, get used to it” he said.

Fuck that, I wanted to get off, I needed it now. I started riding him and I was taking the whole length out of me and pushing it back in. God it felt amazing. I picked up the pace faster and faster. I could feel the sweat on my face and tits starting. My clit was swelling and I changed angles so his gigantic head was pounding my Gspot. I screamed his name, “Ian….” I collapsed beside him with the room and my whole world spinning. How could I ever tell Steve?

I finally opened my eyes and his cock was still standing strong. “Did you not cum?” I asked

“No, I didn’t, your pussy is amazingly tight but I need a little more time, don’t feel bad, it happens a lot the first few times I have a women” he said

Now I was determined to make him cum. I stood up and got down on my knees at the edge of the bed. His legs were still hanging off with his cock straight up. I rubbed up and down those legs and kissed up them to his balls up his shaft. I stopped at the head and sized him up. I wouldn’t fit a quarter of his dick in my mouth. It was gonna take both hands and my mouth to cover his length. I put him in my mouth as far as I could and sucked his head and rolled my tongue over it. I jacked him with both hands.

I started to taste his precum. Then I heard a voice, “having fun?” It sounded like Steve but I knew that wasn’t right. I had to be imagining it from guilt. I continued to blow Ian with passion.

“ I guess so” I heard the voice say. Then I saw the movement out of my eye beside me. Legs, legs that were attached to a chest, that was attached to Steve looking down at me blowing Ian.

NSFW: yes

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