Working for a hotel chain has its perks for sure. Since I had gotten divorced at the age of 34 (39 at the time of me writing this) it’s been easy access for bringing my one night stands. I can pretty much get a room anytime I desire and that’s where I do most of my fucking. I often used tinder or other dating apps and found girls who were pretty much just DTF (down to fuck). After a few years on tinder I had a pretty nice list of girls to fuck. Not to brag but I have a pretty good sized dick. 8.5 inches. Not only that but I know what I’m doing so after I have sex with girls they usually are always willing to come back for more.
One day I was scrolling and came across a girl. She was Muslim. She had a hijab and her bio said she made her account for fun. The pictures in her profile weren’t revealing at all except her face and her body was pretty much a mystery. Her face was absolutely gorgeous though and she looked very innocent. My type for sure. She was 22 while I was 36 at the time. I swiped right and hoped for a day that she would swipe right back to me. And luckily she did. I messaged her and immediately began showering her with compliments. She was thankful and said I was cute too. Once I asked her why she was on tinder she said that her and her friends each made one. After some talking we began hitting it off I thought. The conversation was getting juicy. She let me know she was Arab and that we both found each other attractive . With the way things were going I strongly believed I was absolutely going to be fucking this girl sometime soon.
Then she hit me with a huge dagger. She was engaged and soon to be married. She had waited 3 days into talking to tell me so I was rightfully upset. I didn’t show it however and began asking her questions. She said her wedding was in 5 months . She also told me her and her fiancé had been having sex up until recently even though they aren’t supposed to. She said that they had been fucking for about a year and then her fiancé cut it off until the wedding, even tho she wanted to continue to have sex. This was a small opening but I took my chance. “Wow I don’t think I could ever not have sex with you” I said. She was flattered and replied “you’re sweet. You’re just saying that” I continued to go for it. Telling her I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off of her . How I would fuck her all night long if I had the chance.
She then admitted she had been thinking about me sexually these past few days. But wasn’t sure if it felt right. I then told her “if he isn’t going to fuck you and leave you hanging dry then at least let a gentleman take care of it for you” I could tell she was getting interested. I convinced her to meet me at the hotel bar for drinks and just a talk. She let me know ahead of time that she wasn’t guaranteeing me anything and that it was simply two people having a drink. She also said she wasn’t sure if she could go through doing anything sexually because she felt guilty just talking to me. So I knew that I had to nail this. I called up my employee line and got a room on the top floor just in case.
I sat in the lobby waiting for her. I was a bit anxious. I had taken girls to the hotel bar before fucking them before but this was different. It wasn’t even a sure thing.
Then she walked in. She was wearing tight black pants and a buttoned up shirt. Both were tight hugging her body. Her body was a work of art. Her ass was big. Not massive but definitely the perfect size. Her shirt hugged her stomach and she had an extremely thin waist. And her tits were massive. Double D’s. Had to be . Her hijab was beige and while it covered her neck still couldn’t fully cover her chest. She walked up to me and I gave her a little kiss on the cheek. She wore heels and even with them she was still much shorter than me. Maybe 5’5 in compare to my 6 foot. The exchange of hellos was a bit more awkward than what I was used to. I walked her to the bar and I had reserved us a one sided booth in the corner where it was darker for us to sit. All I could think about in my mind was how can I fuck this girl.
I let her sit first and then I sat next to her. I began asking her how she was doing. I could tell she was extremely nervous. Shaking almost. I put my hand on her leg and whispered “you don’t have anything to be nervous about. You can completely be yourself” she looked at me and smiled and said thank you. As time went on we began to talk more and more. She only ordered water while I ordered a few drinks. As time went on the conversation started to get a bit more fluid. I can tell she was beginning to feel comfortable so I inched closer. Putting my hand around her and running my other hand along her thigh. I began asking about her fiancé and she admitted he was a really nice guy, and that if he wasn’t so nice we probably would’ve been in a hotel room right now fucking.
I began to ask how long it’s been since they had sex. “Three months” she muttered. “Wow three months? I don’t think I could hold myself for 3 hours around you. Im ready to burst now” I laughed. She bit her lower lip and smiled . “Does he still kiss you” I asked . She shook her head no. I put my hand on her chin and directed it towards me and leaned in. She immediately kissed back. We were kissing in the booth for about a minute before I pulled my lips back. Her lips were so plump and warm. “How about you tell me a little more about your fiancé. How big is he”? She smiled and kind of giggled. Looked down “he’s about 7 inches” she said nervously. “Not bad.” I added. She glanced at me . “Not bad? How big are you” she asked curiously. “8….. and a half” I said with a smirk
“8 and a half inches”? she asked as her jaw dropped. I shook my head yes with a grin while her face was still in shock. “I would love to put it all inside you” I said feeling like I was gaining traction. With her jaw still dropped she began to smile. “I don’t believe you” she said with a smirk. I laughed and said “I guess I’ll just have to show you” . “Okay. You said top floor right”? She said with a smirk. I immediately stood up and put $50 on the table. I reached for her hand and she took mine. As we got into the elevator I could tell she was getting a bit more nervous again. I grabbed her butt and began kissing her slowly. She was shaking . “Nervous” ? I asked she smiled and responded “yeah a bit”
We reached the room and I turned on the lights. She was still standing by the door but she put her purse on a shelf and just stared at me. “Are you sure you wanna do this” I asked. She looked at me. “I think I do. I don’t know” she said nervously. I took another look at her figure. Her huge tits practically pressing up against her tight shirt. Her waist nice and snug up against the shirt and her big ass popped out from those pants. I was so close. I couldn’t think of anything to say but she spoke “you said you’d show me that your dick was 8.5 inches… bigger than my fiancé” she said very nervous. I thought to myself, this bitch wanted to be fucked.
I took off my shirt and took off my pants as well. She stared in awe while I got undressed. Only my underwear was left and she was still fully dressed. She unwrapped her hijab and revealed her beautiful hair. Dark. Almost black. Her skin was like mocha color. She then began unbuttoning her shirt and then stopped halfway. Why? Because I pulled my cock out my underwear. I was fully naked. I could see her take a deep breath . “Is something wrong” I asked while stroking my cock. She nervously laughed. “I think my fiancé may have been lying about 7 inches…. If you’re 8.5 he can’t be more than 5. Maybe 5.5.
I walked up to her and pressed my cock up against her stomach. I grabbed the back of her head and pushed my tongue inside her mouth. She was mine. I unbuttoned the rest of her blouse and pulled it off her while kissing her. After a minute of kissing without me having to say anything she dropped to her knees and began rubbing my cock with her hands. She admired it for a moment and put it in her mouth. She had trouble putting the whole thing in but I grabbed her head and helped her push it in. Still. She wasn’t able to fit it all in. She gagged and choked even without me being forceful. I called her name and she looked up “yes” she said. I replied “I think it’s time for you to get fucked”
Within a couple minutes she was on her back with her legs in the air and I was drilling my white cock deep inside her brown cunt. I pinned her arms down and kept sucking on her huge tits in between. To put it lightly, she was a screamer. Screaming “ohhhh gosh” and OHHHHHHHH UHHHHH” with no restraint. Anybody walking by could very easily hear this girl getting pounded like there was no tomorrow. I continued longstroking her pussy and she just took it while screaming with her eyes close “yessss babyyy” she would scream . I flipped her over and said “I know your fiancé didn’t fuck you this good” . She arched her ass up ready for more and replied “you’re much bigger than him” I grabbed a fist full of her hair and continued drilling her from behind.
For a good hour I unapologetically fucked the shit out of this girl. Taking turns between fucking her pussy and her mouth. I even stuffed my balls into her mouth a few times. She teared up a few times from me putting my cock so far down her throat. By the time I was ready to cum I had her on her back and put her legs behind her head like a pretzel. I was practically standing over her and dipping my cock inside her we will. My ass was smacking her with every thrust and before I knew it I exploded with what felt like the most cum I had in years deep inside her tight Arab pussy.
Finally, after that hour she could have some mercy. She laid on the bed still moaning even minutes after we were done. “ I think I have a new addiction to Arab pussy” I joked. She laughed and responded breathing heavy “I never thought I’d like white dick so much” after a few minutes of laying next to each other naked and talking I unexpectedly rolled back on top of her and went for seconds. This time just drilling her pussy while she laid on her stomach. We then took a shower because we were absolutely drenched in sweat and cum and as we were leaving I could tell she wasn’t nervous anymore. Even as we got into the elevator I leaned up against the wall and she leaned against me with her ass rubbing my dick. The real kicker is we stopped on another floor to pick up some others and she didn’t even flinch. I had my arms wrapped around her stomach kissing her.
We agreed to keep these hotel meetings going until she got married. However, over 3 years later she’s married and I have a girlfriend and I’m still pounding her pussy in a few times a month. I know cheating on both sides is wrong but it’s hard saying no to a girl who’s so sexy and is willing to do anything. And yes. Anything. I get to fuck her anyway I want. I tie her up sometimes. Sometimes I fuck her ass, sometimes I have her eat whipped cream off my ballsack. I really have her wrapped around my finger and I’m sorry to say but her husband has absolutely no idea. Luckily she’s still on birth control cause they don’t wanna have kids yet so I never wear a condom. I figure one day we’ll probably have to stop. But this Thursday we’ll be taking turns licking each other’s assholes.
I always wanted to thank her now husband for not fucking her for a bit there. Because that left me my opening to shove my cock down his beautiful wife’s throat
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/rlkjea/i_m39_fucked_a_arab_muslim_girl_f25_who_i_matched