Stay

I decide to stay with Sarah. I’m not going to abandon my wife on our honeymoon for some supposed bimbo virus that’s probably just a stupid rumor anyway. I listen at the bathroom door to hear if Sarah is okay and don’t notice anything out of the ordinary. I call the lobby and ask for them to deliver a couple steak meals and several bottles of fancy wine. The price makes me cringe, but hell, we only have one honeymoon. The lobby tells me it will take an hour for everything to arrive, but I say that’s all right.

The shower shuts off. I grab some fresh clothes and prepare for my turn, but before I am even able to collect everything, Sarah pushes the door open. She’s completely naked and still wet from the shower. In fact, there are still soap bubbles clinging to her skin and her hair. Her breasts are even larger… E cups? This is definitely not right. Maybe I should bring her to a doctor or something; nobody’s breasts get to be that size in a matter of an hour and without any form of hormones or surgery.

“Honey?” I ask. “What’s wrong? Why haven’t you dried yourself off?”

“I can’t wait… fuck me… thrust that big cock of yours deep in my pussy… oh babe… fuck me so hard…” Sarah stammers as she walks toward me. I quickly grow erect. Sarah is beautiful beyond my wildest fantasies and every ounce of me wants to bury my face in her massive tits. I ache to pound this unknown beauty of hers, longing to heal her squeal in delight as you **** your cock in deeper and deeper, harder and faster…

I stand paralyzed as Sarah approaches me and wraps her arms around the back of my neck. Her breasts flatten against me as she pulls herself close. She begins to tease my cock, using the lingering soap as lubrication for her hand to slide up and down my rock-hard dick. Her heart is beating wildly. Entranced, I slide a finger down to her pussy. I don’t need to feel inside to notice a stream of warm fluids dripping down her legs.

“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” She pleads over and over again, backing me toward the bed. She pushes harder, forcing me backward against my will with an astonishing strength. I try to break free from her grip. She isn’t playing around anymore. She’s going to fuck me whether or not I want to; nothing is going to stop her from satisfying herself. Maybe she’s infected with the bimbo virus or maybe not, but this isn’t the Sarah I fell in love with. This is… an animal, filled with lust.

I struggle, trying to throw her off of me. She does a good job at restraining me, shoving me down on the mattress and pinning me, holding my wrists down with her full weight. I see a frantic, almost carnivorous look in her eyes. She’s the predator and I am the prey. This is a battle in which only one of you will emerge victorious. Am I able to break out of her grip and escape from the hotel room?