Cheating on my hen weekend in Magaluf

I was in Magaluf for my hen party weekend, wearing a naughty “Dorothy” costume. I’m 29yrs old, 5’6” with long, dark brown hair, blue eyes thick lashes, and a very cheeky smile. My body is curvy in all the right places, especially my big, natural, 34E breasts.

The costume was perfect for showing everything off. A tight blue-and-white gingham corset that cinched my waist and squeezed my cleavage so high it was basically spilling out, with a big shiny red sequin bow right between my tits and the white lace trim.

The skirt was tiny and frilly, barely covering my ass, with red sequin trim and layers of white tulle underneath. I had on white thigh-high stockings, sparkly red heels, and my hair in cute pigtails with massive red satin bows. I felt like such a slutty little fantasy.

We were inside one of the bars drinking cocktails when this muscular guy in his mid-30s kept staring at me. He eventually came over and bought us shots, complimenting me on how hot I looked. He boldly told me my tits looked incredible in the costume and that the pigtails were “sexy as fuck.”

After a few more drinks and some grinding on the dance floor, where I could already feel his cock getting hard as it pressed against me, I told the girls I was going for some air with him. He led me knowingly down a dark side alley behind the bar.

As soon as we were alone he pushed me against the wall and kissed me passionately, his hands all over me. He yanked the top of the corset down, letting my big heavy tits spill out completely. “Fuck, these are perfect,” he growled, then devoured them.

He sucked lovelessly on my nipples, squeezing and groping my tits roughly, burying his face between them while I moaned. I was soaking through my thong. He slid a hand up under my tiny skirt, pulled my thong aside and pushed two thick fingers into my dripping pussy, fingering me deep while still sucking on my nipples.

I soon came on his fingers, shaking and whimpering. I then dropped to my knees right there on the dirty ground in my little Dorothy outfit, and pulled his thick cock out. It was rock solid and bigger than my fiancé’s. I took him straight into my mouth, sucking eagerly, using my tongue, looking up at him with my pigtails bouncing while he held onto the red bows like handles.

“Fuck yeah!” he hissed. “I knew you were a slut!

He pulled me back up, spun me around, bent me over against the wall and flipped my short skirt up over my ass, then rubbed his cock against my wet pussy before he thrust deep inside me. I gasped so loud, but there was no turning back as he fucked me hard and fast with deep pounding strokes.

One hand slapped my ass while the other reached round to squeeze my swinging tits. My pigtails were bouncing, my heels scraping the ground, as I moaned like a whore. He kept telling me what a dirty little hen-party slut I was for letting a stranger fuck me raw like that in a dark alley.

I came once more, trembling on his cock as he grunted and then pumped me full of his cum, holding me tight as he emptied himself deep inside. I quickly pulled my corset back up, straightened my tiny skirt and tried to fix my makeup. My thighs were sticky with his cum as I walked back to the girls, feeling very alive and ashamed.

I tried to party for the rest of the night, but I the guilt was eating me up. When I got back home, my fiancé picked me up from the airport, gave me a big kiss and asked how my hen do was. I smiled sweetly and said it was “fun but nothing too crazy.” He has no idea that while he was at home, a stranger had his cock balls-deep in his future wife.