You Claim Brianna

Brianna’s lips are wonderful and soft but not as soft as her breasts. You place the other glass down, so you can wrap your arms around her and feel her body pressed against you. One of her hands has reached down to feel your cock, straining against the fabric of your pants, at any moment in danger of ripping through.

She pulls away so she can look you in the eyes.

“I want you, sir.” Her voice is raspy and breathy with her desire. “You’re all I can think about. Every night I dream of you. Of you taking me, like this. If you don’t take me, I’ll die.”

How can you deny her that? You can’t.

You lean in to kiss her some more, devour her lips, tongues slipping out to twirl around each other. One of her hands is busy. It’s down by your groin, unzipping your trousers, reaching inside to grasp your cock and pull it out to the fresh air. She gasps into your lips as her hand wraps around it.

She pulls back to look down. Her eyes widen in awe.

“Sir, I’ve… only seen one that big in porn.”

You lean in to kiss her, reassure her. “Are you a virgin, Brianna?”

“No. But… I only lost it this summer. There was this boy, local boy, in Abu. I thought he liked me, but he only wanted to brag to his friend that he’d had me. So I slept with his friend as well, to quieten him. But they’re the only two. And neither of them were that big.”

“You still want it?”

“More than ever, sir.”

You take her hand and lead her out of the office. You lead her up the stairs, glancing back to watch her naked breasts bounce as she climbs the steps. You lead her into the master bedroom. You pull her to you, wrap your arms around her and kiss her.

Then you place your hands on her shoulder and gently push her to her knees, until she’s face to face with your hardening penis. “Kiss it,” you tell her. She does. First gentle kisses on the head, on the shaft. Then more fulsome, more aggressive, leaving impressions on the blood-filled flesh. You pull off your t-shirt, finish unbuckling your trousers and let them fall.

Her ministrations are tender, tentative, fuelling your desire, but not satisfying it. She never envelopes the whole head of your cock with her lips. Her awe holds her back. As it expands to its new full size she shrinks further. You place your hands on her chin and pull her to her feet.

“Get naked,” you tell her, and she’s quick to comply, kicking off her shoes, unzipping her skirt. Pulling down her knickers. She’s smooth downstairs. Her pussy lips are puffy and pink. They look irresistible. You pull down your own pants. Then take her hand and lead her to the bed. You clamber on, pulling her behind you. You lie down on your back, take hold of her hips and guide them over your face. She’s slow and awkward to follow, almost kneeing you in the head as she straddles your face.

“Did those boys do this?” you ask. You pull her hips down and your tongue lashes out to feast on her sex.

“No.” Her reply is stuttered by the start of her pleasure.

“Carry on with what you were doing.”

Her mouth returns to your cock, but it’s distracted by the actions of your tongue on her groin. Several times she gasps as tongue meets clit. The scent of her arousal overwhelms all other smells. Her lips grow wet, not from your saliva but from her excitement. It goads her to suck your cock more adventurously. She finally takes the entire head in her mouth. You finally sink to the back of her throat. Then she pulls off gasping.

“So, Brianna,” you ask her. “Are you on birth control?”

She looks back at you. “When my dad learnt what I’d done with the local boys, he insisted I get an IUD fitted. Said I wasn’t going to ruin my life getting pregnant.”

“Good. Now get on. Turn around first. I want to see your face when I penetrate you.”

She slides down your body, spins until she’s facing you. Her eyes are filled with lust and trepidation. Her hand holds the shaft of your cock. Her groin hovers over its jutting thickness.

“Will it fit?” she asks. “I think it’s too big.”

“You’ll see. It’ll go in. This is what you wanted.”

“Yes.”

And she lowers herself. The head of your cock rubs against her enflamed folds. Then it snags at the entrance to her love canal. For a moment her flesh resists. Gravity, her continuing descent, her wet entrance, your solid shaft, all overcome that resistance. You enter heaven. An entrance heralded by your moan of exultation, by her moan of shock and joy. Once in, her descent becomes unstoppable, until she’s resting three quarters of the way down, her brown eyes wide with utter pleasure, her body shaking with the revelation.

“Are you OK?” you ask.

She slowly focuses on your face. “Yes, so big, so good.”

“It only gets better from now on,” you tell her. And you roll your hips, moving your length inside her. And every motion sets off her moaning. You thrust the rest of your length in, and her moan rises in joy. You pull out and she breathes out in with a guttural cry. In. Out. In. Out. Only a fraction of your length departing, but it’s enough for her. Her breasts bounce in sympathy to your thrusting. Her eyes roll as her senses are overwhelmed. Her hands reach out to grasp solidity. They fail. She collapses on top of you. Her body pressed against you. Her face in your face. You kiss her, and for a moment her moans are muffled. But all the time you thrust your sex into her sex, feeling her muscles grip your muscle, feeling her wetness flood over your shaft.

You roll, and now she’s beneath you, her legs splayed either side, her head resting on a pillow. You prop yourself up on your elbows. You increase the intensity of your thrusts. Before you were trapped between the mattress at your back and the girl above you. Now there’s nothing behind you. You can pull your dick nearly all the way out and thrust it all the way back in. You hammer at her cunt, and all you can extract is an incoherent babbly of moans.

And her body finally responds. She shrieks her orgasm into the room. Her body shivers with her pleasure. Her pussy convulses. Her thighs tighten squeezing you between them. She’s a strong girl. You’ll be getting bruises in the morning. But at the moment you don’t care as her orgasm draws out your orgasm.

You shoot your load inside her. And her pussy welcomes it.