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Taking Care Of His Pussy While He Is In Europe

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My extremely sexy, manly, hazel-eyed boyfriend Brandon was over in Europe for two weeks, and our communication was limited to e-mail. I decided to write B a dirty e-mail to let him know how much I missed him. I told him all about how I was going to greet him when he finally came home...

"I cant even wait to get up the elevator to the hotel... throwing myself at you. Pushing my hips so deep into yours, feeling every muscle in my lower tighten in anticipation for you. Wrapping my arms around your neck and kissing you like I havent seen you in two weeks...feeling your hands slide down my waist to my bottom... grabbing it hard and reminding me how much you missed that sexy little ass of yours.

Holding my hand and leading me to the room, squeezing my little pinky to let me know that every little step longer to this room is killing you. You cant wait to have me. Closing the door behind us, and pushing me up against it... admitting how much you missed me and craved the taste of me your whole trip. Kissing me so soft on my lips, then down the center of my neck. Slowly tipping my head back while your fingers slide across my neck from ear to ear..so soft... letting me know that you plan on listening later when i beg you to choke me... kissing my shoulder... moving so slowly down. Teasing me with each kiss...I can feel your breath warming me from outside in. My body ready to explode for you already. Swirling your tongue around my nipple... sucking...looking up at me...

I plead for you to taste me already... but you move even slower... torturing me... making my orgasm come so close... i feel like i havent felt your touch in months.. feeling my pussy pulse... my inner thighs already soaked with my want for you. Running my hand across your body, I unbutton your jeans and slide my index finger around the waistband of your boxers... feeling you rise up to meet my hand... grabbing your cock in my hand and sliding it up and down so slow. Watching you close your eyes in pleasure... you missed my touch so much...

Sliding down your body and resting on my knees....pulling your pants and boxers down in one movement... grabbing your hips and slowly sliding the tip of your cock in my mouth. Feeling your hands run through my hair...down to the nape of my neck... slowly pushing yourself a little deeper in me... tightening your hands and shoving your whole cock down the back of my throat...

Lifting me up by arms, and setting me on the bed... kneeling in front of me...wrapping your arms around my thighs and pulling me closer to you. My bottom almost falling off the edge of the bed. You slide your tongue inside me... delighted at how wonderful I taste. Slowly guiding your finger inside me....feeling my body tighten around you... using my own wetness, you slide your finger into my ass....licking me in between. I can feel your nose tickling my clit and it feels so good...i am so sensitive to your every touch. Again, I think I am about to release, but you stop. You lean over me and fill my mouth with your cock once more. Slowly fucking my face...your fingers still inside me. My tongue doing work on you... you start to move even quicker...you love watching me almost gag.


You move your hand up to my mouth...running your fingers across my lips...slowly putting each one inside my mouth... asking me how i taste...then you lick my bottom lip and taste for yourself... kissing me so deep. Gently pulling my hair... my legs move up yours and I wrap both of them around you...pulling myself as close to you as possible...feeling your chest on mine...rubbing your body up and down mine...teasing me...feeling your cock rub against my clit, waiting for it to find my wetness and slide right in





i feel you start to enter me....

my pussy is so wet...and so tight...tighter than you have ever felt it before. You move so slowly...knowing that both of us need you to. Watching my head tip back in pleasure, you kiss my chest..and back up to my neck whispering how much you love me... but how you are going to totally tear me apart..make up for ever missed fuck the last 14 days..It's so slow...so passionate... but so full of dirty desire. I can feel my body start to tense and begin to lose control...starting in my toes... and moving slowly up through my whole body. You can see in my eyes and hear me begging you to slow down even more in your ear....More to come later ;)"

A couple hours later, B responds, and tells me that I need to take care of "his" pussy for him while he was gone. I knew he meant it, and exactly how I was going to get it done. Earlier that day, I had run into an old fuck friend, Jon, while out with some girlfriends at lunch. A few years ago, I had met Jon through a friend while out one summer night on the patio of a bar. He was an attractive guy in his late thirties, who looked and acted like he was my young age of twenty two. I had always been attracted to guys older than me, and he definitely was my goal to accomplish for the night. I have a super flirty personality, andI could tell immediately that we was equally attracted to me. We were a few drinks in when it became very obvious that I would reach my goal of the night. He stood behind me while we waited for our next drinks at the bar. I pushed my ass into his lap to let him know exactly what I wanted. He responded, pushing into me and letting me feel his cock grow against my ass. He sat at a barstool and squeezed my hips with both hands, discretely pulling me onto his lap... continuing to tease my ass, and the friction of his jeans made every muscle in my body tighten. From that point on, Jon and I had been regular fuck buddies.

I told him that I was in town for a few days since my boyfriend was in Europe. He suggested we get drinks later that evening, and I knew he would take care of me sexually, just like B told me to do. I put on a sexy black dress and heels and waited for him.

He picked me up in his nice black Mercedes, and drove me to a bar right on the water. We caught up, and I began talking all about B. I told him that we had the perfect relationship, and that we were extremely open, sexually. Jon and I had always been strictly fuck buddies, and friends for awhile. A true NSA relationship. He would call me over, we would have crazy sex, and I would leave. He used to call other girls over most nights, and we would all have fun together.

We split a bottle of wine (or two) and the sexual tension began to rise. He was so intrigued by the openness of my relationship, but not the least bit surprised. He knew I had been a little slut from the beginning.

We decided we needed to take a picture together, and I moved over to sit on his lap while we tried to position the camera to capture us both. I could feel his cock was so hard, and growing even harder with the presence of my ass on it. He gave a little tug to the back of my hair. He remembered I like it rough. We decided to leave, and head to another bar. While on the way, I explained that B told me I needed to get my pussy taken care of while he was away. He gave me an eager look...almost like he had already prearranged this with my boyfriend.

While at a light, he stopped to take a look at me. Constantly telling me that I am one of the few girls he has seen that gets sexier and sexier the older I get. Pointing out places on my body that he thought were especially hot. He began running his index finger from my heels all the way toward my inner thigh. Skipping over my meeting point, and switching to the other leg....running his finger all the way down this time.

I hadn't been fucked in over a week. The longest I have ever gone since my teen years. Once a slut, always a slut. I almost jumped him right there in the car. We pulled into the second bar, and could hear the music nice and loud from outside.

We grabbed another drink, and started dancing. Grinding my ass into him...feeling his hand slip up the front of my dress... lightly playing with my clit... I couldn't take it anymore. It was time to go.

We got back in the car, and right when he started driving, he ordered me to take off my right high heel....followed by my left. He then ordered for me to pull my dress up so that it brushed the top of my pussy. I obeyed and did exactly what he said. He pulled over into a dark parking lot, and told me to start to play with myself. He asked if it was ok if he took pictures so that we could send them to B afterward. I knew that was exactly what Brandon would have wanted.

He then told me to close my eyes. I heard the car door open, then close, then open again on my side. I could feel the seat being moved all the way backward. He told me to keep my eyes closed.

He replaced his tongue with where his fingers had been traveling earlier. switching between licking and kissing from my heel all the way up to my inner thigh... My hips started to move closer to his mouth, hoping he would sense my urgency for his mouth on my pussy. His tongue brushed across, and I grabbed the back of his neck. I wanted to watch him... watch his tongue enter me, but he pushed my head back and told me that I did not ask permission to move.

He continued to lick me, and I could feel my wetness starting to run down my ass. He followed the trail...and slipped his finger inside me while his tongue penetrated my tight ass. I could feel my body starting to build. He stopped, sensing I was close, and told me I was not allowed to cum just yet. He leaned up over me, and told me to "suck his cock like a good little slut."

He unzipped his jeans, and pulled it out... forcing it so deep down the back of my throat. His hips kept moving, slowly fucking my face and reminding me that I suck such a good cock. He flipped me around, and told me that I could fuck him under one condition... that I called him Brandon.

I straddled him, whispering my boyfriends name in his ear, and telling him all the dirty things that B and I like to do together, making him feel like he was actually him. I moved so slowly...both of us staring down at how wet his cock was from me...feeling every inch of me wrapping around him. He kept moving his hips into me, trying to contain his orgasm. I kept calling him Brandon, telling him that if I was going to call him that, he would have to treat me like B does.

I begged him to choke me. He started out so gentle, and I kept begging him to tighten his grasp.

He pushed me off of him, and asked if Brandon ever gets to fuck my tight ass. I admitted that he gets whatever he wants. Jon told me to lean against the dashboard and to keep calling him Brandon.

I couldn't hold it anymore. My ass was packed with Jon's cock, and my dirty mind was full of how erotic this was. My body tightened as a screamed Brandon's name, and I could feel Jon cum so deep inside my ass.

A few days later, Brandon came home...and our reuniting was exactly as perfect as I had planned. Except this time, I whispered this entire dirty story into his ear while I rode him the same way I rode Jon. Giving every last detail until he exploded two weeks worth of cum into my slutty,satisfied pussy.

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