Someone Who Only Now Recalls Their Meeting...

“Mmmm….more….” Betty mumbled gazing up at Amendeep, eyes no longer wide in fear, but realization, wanton desire, and hunger.

Tackling Amendeep to the floor Betty passionately kissed the surprised brown woman as she struggled beneath the blonde, her hands struggling to resist grabbing and feeling the blonde’s chest while trying to wrestle free. As awkward thoughts of groping the tits emerged in her head.

Veronica dropped her jaw trying to help defend her distressed friend, finding herself too distracted from the beast as Samjit panicked and turned from watching the concierge to try helping his tackled wife.

Betty's dress slowly ripped at the seams, her hips flaring, and bossom bursting from its constraints. Her hands pawed at the struggling woman beneath her as Amendeep started returning the kiss, her own dress growing strangely warm, and damp feeling between their bodies.

Moaning into Amendeep's mouth Betty ignored the panicked cries from Samjit, her mind suddenly remembering before the reception.

Betty was making out with her boyfriend atop one of the lobby couches. They’d just discussed their theories of whether the reception staff were fucking. She teasingly stroked his cock as it lay hard and half exposed between them as they made out. Betty kneeling atop his lap, legs spread to either side facing Reggie.

“Too bad you don’t have the balls to do more.” Reggie teased the spunky slender blonde as she looked around the lobby for the hundredth time.

“I just don’t want us getting caught.” Betty whispered back, looking up to scan the lobby while suppressing a moan provoked by a not so discreet grope of her chest.

“Who’s going to catch us, honestly, I think the girls are beneath that counter. You could give those guys something to look at as they blow their loads.” Reggie responded nodding past Betty to the front desk where the staff were clearly preoccupied.

He pulled his pants open, and pulled on her ass and dress. “Where’s you sense of adventure.”

Betty bit her lip and looked around, a bridesmaid was over by the front door, talking to the concierge.

“They might see us.” Betty whispered tugging the hem of her dress back down.

“They’re busy. Just like we could be if you had any balls.” Reggie goaded, a finger failing to poke at Betty through the stretched fabric pulling taut between Betty’ s legs.

Betty dropped her jaw and glared down at her date, and his audacity to imply she wasn’t brave. Taking one more quick glance Betty pulled up the figure hugging dress, pulled her panties to the side and parked atop the cock with a breath of relief. The breath shuddering as Betty bit her lip,

She’d been feeling the need for a fuck, but this just felt so much better.

“I even let it in without a condom.” Betty cockily whispered in his ear as she fought his attempts to squirm and actually fuck. “Just a feel of what’s to come later.” Betty then added, slowly trying to get off the cock, Reggie pulling her down on it when Betty tugged down on her dress.

“Is that all you got?”

“I said later.” Betty scolded more loudly. “Enough.”

“Just a few thrusts.” He pleaded holding Betty down as she tried to get up. His lips trying to kiss her neck.

Betty had to admit, she was feeling ever more sexually frustrated, struggling atop the cock wasn’t helping any either. But she wasn’t about to be used like some cheap whore by her boyfriend here.

“Excuse me,” The voice drew a concerned, yet shocked look as Betty froze, looking up as the Concierge now stood behind the couch, looking down at Betty from behind Reggie. “The bride and groom are looking to gather everyone for a speech.” Betty found herself lost in the tone and inflection of Eric’s voice. Feeling herself strangely more aroused and growing wet at just the look of him standing there.

Now there’s a man I'd…. Betty wasn’t able to finish her thought about the lengths she’d go to fuck the well dressed supernaturally attractive man as he casually, and confidently moved his hands down from his chest where they had held the opening of his coat.

“I don’t suppose I can’t help with something first.” Eric continued slowly unzipping his pant, presenting his long strangely shapen cock to Betty as her date struggled to look over his shoulder. “Maybe show him the balls you can have.”

Betty felt like she was in a trance like state, Reggie’s objection and struggle to get her off soon muted as she slowly and tightly slid up and down his cock. A new strange pleasure overcoming them both from the act as Betty’s lips slowly slipped over the head of the bovine cock, her tongue exploring it curiously encouraged by the strangely inviting taste.

Feeling the precum flow into her mouth, fueling her corruption further Betty’s pace at fucking and sucking quickened. She sucked tight and hard as she felt the faintest rope of cum launch into her throat.

Suddenly freezing as the concierge moaned graciously, his thumbs on her temples pressing firmly against Betty’s head as he muttered barely audibly, “Not yet.”

As the cock slipped from Betty’s lips she felt sudden embarrassment. Caught, with a cock inside her in the hotel lobby. “Miss, Sir. I believe the married couple are waiting.”

Now Betty questioned how she had forgotten that taste, her mind racing with realization of how she hadn’t so much as fled the orgy. As left to find her way through it, her misguided fear confusing it with following others who truly had been escaping.

But no more.