I turned an engaged tourist into my personal cumslut during her NYC girls’ trip

Last month, I was hanging out with a friend at bar when I saw this group of girls chilling. We went up to them and I started talking to this absolute stunner. Let’s call her Sarah – 28, brunette with curves that could stop traffic, engaged to some boring finance bro back home in the Midwest.

We clicked instantly; the chemistry was electric. She was tipsy from cocktails, and admitted how her fiancé never makes her cum, and how she’s been faking it for years. I could see the spark in her eyes – that mix of guilt and excitement. After a couple of drinks, I suggested we head back to my place “just to talk.” Yeah, right.

As soon as we got through the door, I pinned her against the wall, kissing her neck while my hands explored every inch of her body.

She was wearing this tight little dress that hugged her ass perfectly, and I could feel her getting wet through her panties already. I whispered in her ear, “I’m gonna make you forget all about that ring on your finger.” She moaned softly, her body trembling as I slid my fingers under her dress, teasing her clit until she was dripping

I carried her to the bedroom, stripped her down, and ate her out like it was my last meal. She tasted so sweet, and the way she arched her back, gripping the sheets, begging me not to stop – fuck, it was hot. Her fiancé apparently never goes down on her, so when I made her squirt for the first time in her life, she lost it. Screaming my name, shaking uncontrollably, her pussy clenching around my tongue. I didn’t let up; I fingered her G-spot while sucking her clit until she came again, soaking the bed.

By then, she was desperate for my cock. I teased her with the tip, rubbing it against her slick folds, making her beg. “Please, fuck me,” she whimpered, her engagement ring sparkling under the city lights coming through the window.

I slid in slow at first, letting her feel every inch of my thick dick stretching her out. She gasped, her eyes rolling back. I started thrusting deep, hitting spots she didn’t even know existed. We switched positions: missionary so I could watch her face as she came, then doggy where I grabbed her hips and pounded her from behind, spanking her ass until it was red.

She came three more times that night, each one harder than the last. I flipped her over, fucked her tits while she sucked the tip, then pulled out and came all over her face and chest. She looked up at me with those cum-glazed eyes, licking her lips like a good girl. “I’ve never cum like this,” she admitted, still catching her breath.

That was supposed to be a one-night thing, but nope. The next day, while her friends were shopping, she snuck away to my place for round two. And three. By the end of her trip, she’d canceled plans with her girls just to ride my cock. She confessed she was addicted – the way I made her body respond, the dirty talk, the dominance. “I can’t stop thinking about you,” she texted me after flying home.