XO Erotica

Brandy
Part-8-of-8
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Abruptly, Brandy pulled away. Peter tried to pull her back towards him, but she flipped around into a 69-position, presenting her sweet, firm ass to him. He stroked Brandy’s buttocks, and as he spread her legs to suck on her clit again, he felt her hot mouth on his cock. There was urgency now that hadn’t been there before, as though their time together were nearly expired. Brandy mouth was busy on Peter’s cock, sucking, licking, and nipping. As peter sucked and licked her clit. Brandy moaned as he put three and then four fingers deeply in her hot pussy. Peter heard her gasp in response when he licked her sweet ass, then insert a finger.
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Brandy withdrew from Peter once more, this time turning around and lowering herself down onto his stiff cock, burying it to the base. Her knees were drawn up close to her shoulders and her eyes rolled back, showing the whites. She rocked back and forth, impaled on his throbbing cock. Peter grasped at her breasts, now slippery with sweat, and then moved his hands around and spread the cheeks of her ass with both hands. As she continued thrusting, he gathered some of the juice coming from her gaping pussy and spread it on the middle finger of her right hand. Then he placed his finger against her sphincter and thrust his slippery finger deep into her ass.
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She was wailing and screaming now, gyrating and bucking wildly, impaled on his throbbing member, as she approach orgasm. He marveled that he’d been able to last so long, but he, too, feel the inevitability of his own climax.
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Locked together, they writhe on the bed, slick with sweat and with the profuse juice from her cunt. They were breathing as one now, gasping for breath; then Brandy begin to give out short cries, rising in pitch as her body climbed toward an orgasm. All sensation in her body seems to be focused on Peter’s cock, throbbing with a life of its own. Then, with an explosion they could nearly hear, they cummed.
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Peter could feel the hot semen erupting from his cock, filling the crevasses of her pussy. The mixture of their juices spilled out onto his belly, mixing with his sweat and making him slippery.
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Spinning her body back around into a 69-position, Brandy presented Peter with her dripping pussy. Suddenly Peter felt her lips on his cock again; franticly he pressed his face into her pussy, lapping at their mixed juices. He whined with pleasure as he felt her mouth and tongue on his cock, sucking it clean. Soon they lie side by side on their backs, head to foot, exhausted. Her hand played idly with his now limp cock, my fingers dabbling in the juices of her pussy. Their breathing slowly returned to normal.
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Sadly, reality seemed to be returning.
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“How do I reach you?” he asked, feeling a sense of impending loss.
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”You’ve got my husband’s number.”
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“I didn’t asked for your husband’s number, I asked for yours.”
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“I’ll call you,” Brandy replied with her pixie smile. Then leaving Peter near comatose on the bed, she heads into the bathroom. After a soothing hot shower, Brandy was standing in the bathroom powdering and rubbing lotion onto her legs. She had a dark towel wrapped around her body and another around her head. The bathroom was warm and steamy from the shower as she wiped the mirror to look at herself. Thoughts about the movies they’d just made were running through her head. She was excited about their results and felt good about the work it represented. Lipstick, she thought, I need a little lipstick.
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The bathroom door opened, and she turned thinking that it was Sean, her husband.
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“Open your towel” she said, in a low husky voice. Brandy’s mind, somewhere else, came skidding back to her words, “Huh?” She was a little confused.
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“Open your towel,” she said again, pantomiming what she wanted Brandy to do, holding his hands wide. Instead Brandy blushed and shook her head no.
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“Yes,” she said, simply, a command. As Brandy undid the towel, embarrassed, her mind filled with thoughts of being inadequate and being unattractive when compared with this lady.
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“Wider,” she said. Submissively, Brandy complied, not raising her eyes. She murmured something appreciative as she moved in a circle around Brandy, but Brandy barely heard. One warm chocolate finger traced a line from nipple to just below her navel. “Beautiful” was her last word as she slipped past her back across the bathroom. “I’ll call you,” she said over her shoulder as she moved on into the bedroom.
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Brandy stood there, nude and shaking for a moment as she shut the door. Only after the mysterious lady had gone, did Brandy realize that the ebony apparition had been naked, too, and Brandy hadn’t even noticed.
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The end…