Bella Houston was looking around the banquet hall of the Ritz hotel, smiling dutifully. Inside, she was not smiling. The new Mrs. Houston was regretting choosing money over freedom. At only 21, she had let herself fall into the trap of being a bought and paid-for wife. Her husband, Charles Houston the Third, was very wealthy. Unfortunately, he was also quite dull and boring. He was absorbed in his passion, with money being no object, he was delving into Archeology.
His lovemaking, if you could call it that, was similarly dull, he'd grab her ass and her tits, squeezing and twisting them, thinking that was the way to get her motor running then he'd jump aboard, and with no grace, ram in his 5-inch little dick. Her grunts and wrigglings of discomfort got him nicely warmed up, thinking it was her pleasure he was hearing, and in 1 to 2 minutes, he'd stiffen up, and grunt and growl like a fucking wildebeest, and dump his load, one or two squirts and he was done.
She saw Charles' cousin, John Mason, trying to make inroads with Cassidy Riley, her best friend and her Maid of Honor.
*****
John Mason thought he had a good thing going, as Charles' best man, he'd been paired with the new bride's maid of Honor, Cassidy Riley. God, she was a real cock stiffener, 5'8", 130 pounds, big luscious 36DD chest, super curvy hips, golden blonde hair, and big blue eyes. Her backside was just as hot, he had observed how her rump was nicely rounded and full with a graceful curve, perky and smooth. He imagined himself between the spread of her thighs, grabbing that JLo-style ass as he poised it against her pussy and drove in, his 8 inches rock hard and eager. They'd done all the customary duties, and as the band started up, he swung her onto the dance floor. After the first dance, she'd wandered away, and he'd followed her.
Just outside the hall, he'd cornered her just off the lobby, and pulled her against him. She was not encouraging, but at the same time, she wasn't trying to push him off her, either. He gently grabbed her head and pulled her lips to his. Pressing firmly, he felt the lips, dry and not warm, his tongue tried to pry open her lips, but she was not letting him. She felt him pressing against her, she could feel the rock-hard erection, and that put the brakes on it.
"No John, NO."
That broke through, he pulled his head away, and said, "Why not?"
"I'm engaged, I love my fiance very much, and he is the man I'm going to marry."
"If you love him so much, why isn't he here?"
"Donald's in London, working on a very important research project for his company. He couldn't just pack up and come to the wedding."
"So, come and spend the night with me, I got room 501, and we'll have a great time. Hey, you're not married yet, he'll never know."
"I will know, and I am not going to cheapen myself by giving in. You're nice and all, but see it my way."
"He's a man, how do you know he's not having a hot British lady taking care of his sexual needs until he can return and be the dutiful fiance?"
Her eyes widened slightly, she had indeed been wondering about that. Nothing to be suspicious about, no clues or anything like that. But she wondered, alone in her bed at night, masturbating herself, coaxing the waves of pleasure to wash over her, if her fiance was dipping his wick into some hot bodied London lass.
Putting that out of her mind, she replied, "I trust him, and he trusts me."
She stepped away from him, and said firmly, "Nothing is going to happen between you and me."
She headed back to the reception, leaving him with a set of aching blue balls. Damn, he thought she'd been angling for some action, but no dice. Feeling defeated, he headed back to the reception.
*****
At that moment, far, far away...
"Fuck, oh fuck, give me that stiff cock!"
Vivian Moore's British accent drove him crazy, she'd sucked him up to the max, and she lay back, a happy smile on her face. Donald Curtis was eager, he'd fucked her twice a day in the 3 days he'd been over here on assignment, and this time promised to be just as hot. She was the company's representative in London, as she had been put at his disposal. She was a full-bodied beauty, 20 years old, strawberry blond hair, big hefty 38D tits, a 38-24-38 body, driving in to her lush, curvaceously full body was so fucking hot.
She'd been eager to put her body at his disposal in every way, she made a move on him the day after he'd arrived in London. A get to know you luncheon had turned into flirtatious banter, she'd made her intentions perfectly clear when she slipped off her shoe, ran her stockinged leg up his leg, and let her foot press gently against his crotch. She was delighted when his cock rose up, and in his hotel suite, they had concluded their luncheon with the best dessert, a hot, wild fucking session. She could see he was wild about her British accent, and vocalized a lot, to drive her lust up to red hot. He knew how to fuck, his pussy licking skills were superb, and his big dick testing the depths of her wet, pink hole was the best she'd ever had. The jet lag had not affected his fucking ability, and they'd fucked twice that day. That set the pattern, and once in the early afternoon, then once again later at night, they were naked and fucking like rabbits in spring.
Donald was thinking about being engaged to his hot fiance, Cassidy Riley, who was at her best friend's wedding today, but they weren't married yet. When he left London, he would no longer be seeing Vivian, and he wanted to spread a few more wild oats before he settled down, he wasn't dead yet! And Cassidy would never know.
Vivian felt his weight settle in between the spread of her thighs, the feel of that rock-hard pole against her. He pushed, slowly, and Vivian let out a long, low-pitched sound of pleasure, as her walls gave way, and she was slowly, deliciously impaled. It felt so wonderful, his 8 inches of rock-hard cock penetrating her fiery pussy and opening her up, her tight walls were being stretched to the max, oh god, Donald really had the right cock for her.
When Donald was halfway in, Vivian growled, "Now, ram it in, bury your cock, go deep Donald Luv!"
She let out a loud squeal as he did so, she felt the deeper inner sanctum part of pussy getting split open, his cock could reach places no other cock had ever gotten to. She grunted as his cock head pressed against her cervix, a flood of pleasure filled her. She brought her legs around his waist, tilting her hips up so he could drive every last bit into her. It felt so good, her pussy was stuffed to the max, as Donald bottomed out, his cock head nudging harder against her cervix, so deep inside her.
"Ummm, oh god Donald, you feel so good, now just fuck me Luv, fuck me a long time."
Donald was happy to do so, and he pulled back and sank it in again, bringing more cries of pleasure from Vivian. Her cries and moans of pleasure sounded just like Cassidy when he was fucking her. Shaking off the thought, he brought his total attention back to the here and now, and enjoyed the ride. The heat and the clench of Vivian's tight young pussy around his cock was superb, his cock was bathed in her hot juices, he could hear the juicy squelch of her pussy as he drove in and out. He rode deep inside her, feasting his eyes on the way her awesome body squirmed beneath him, the bliss playing across her face, and the accented cries and moans of passion she made.
Vivian was in sexual nirvana, every in-thrust made her body vibrate with pleasure, every out-thrust made her pant with longing for his next in-thrust. The way her body was virtually singing with pleasure, she was always ready for him. She hoped that his assignment in London was a long one, so she could get his cock as much as possible. The feel of her body as he rode her, oh god, she wanted it again and again.
