Another Night with Brooke [FF]

My first story about Brooke can be found on my profile.

This story is also super duper long!

I was out with some friends last night, having a couple drinks, and after a few long weeks of not getting laid, I was horny as fuck. Brooke started texting me that her boyfriend was pissing her off and was being a dick. I tried to comfort her but all I could think about was burying my face in her pussy as a comfort. I told her she was welcome to come over and I’d smoke her out if it would help (it also got me out of the bar) but she was a little apprehensive. I just kind of took it as a no and carried on with my night, having one last drink before ordering an uber to get home. By this point I was so horny I had a visible wet spot in my pants. In the back of the uber I had the uncontrollable urge to play with my pussy. Hidden in the dark, the driver not paying much attention to me, I slowly rotated my hips, my clit rubbing against the seam in my pants in the most delicious way possible. I could feel my nipples straining against the fabric of my tank top, my tits almost threatening to spill out as I wasn’t wearing a bra. Before I could get anywhere the drive pulled up in front of my apartment. I hastily stumbled my way inside, wobbling here and there from the alcohol making its way through my system, furthering my raging need to get off.

I kicked off my heels and threw my jacket aside, driven by primal determination to strip down and fuck myself stupid or to sleep. Just as I went to pull my shirt off I heard my phone beep from my jacket pocket. I was so tempted to just ignore whatever notification I received and go back to thinking about all the ways I could violate my own body but instead walked over and dug it out of my pocket. There was a text from Brooke.

“Changed my mind, be there in 10, have a blunt ready.”

I was almost irritated by the fact I’d now have to play relationship therapist instead of cumming so hard I blacked out. I replied with an acknowledgment that I read her text, unlocked the door and went to work rolling joints. My pussy was practically screaming at me for attention as my thoughts drifted back to the fun Brooke and I had in previous months. I thought about the soft skin of her thighs against my cheeks, the sweet taste of her pussy as my tongue explored her folds and clit, her tits bouncing as I fingered her and the look on her pretty face when I made her cum.

“Are you having a stroke?”

I snapped out of my lusty thoughts to see the exact person I had just been fantasizing about standing in my living room holding a bottle of wine, wearing tight jeans and a long sleeved crop top to leave her stomach and hips exposed. Completely innocent flesh, yet in my drunken horny state I could feel the wet spot from the bar growing. I felt like I stared at her for what felt like hours, my eyes taking in her cleavage, thighs and slight camel toe from the tightness of her jeans. In reality it was probably less than five seconds until I finally found my voice.

“No, I’m drunk” I laughed.

“Good, cause I don’t know CPR.” She plopped down on the couch, setting the bottle of wine on the table and picking up a joint and lighter. I got up, still wobbling a little, not being able to tell if it was the liquor or her causing my legs to not work, and grabbed two wine glasses. As I came back into the room, I saw Brooke’s eyes roam over my body, a small smirk playing on her lips. I bent over to place the glasses down, stepping a bit too close to her to make sure my tits were on full display to her, inches away from her face before sitting down beside her and pouring a glass of each of us.

“I didn’t interrupt a hot date, did I?” She asked, puffing on the blunt. I laughed, probably too hard.

“God no, I’m apparently on a forced break from dating lately.”

This broke the floodgates and Brooke began to vent about her boyfriend and the bag of dildos he was. We passed the joint back and forth and I tried to focus on what she was saying to be a good friend but all I could think about is how good her glossed lips would taste and all the places on my body I wanted to feel her tongue on. Every time her leg bumped into mine I felt a rush of heat spread through me, going directly to my now throbbing clit.

“…and honestly he’s not that good in bed anymore either. I find myself thinking more about you when he’s fucking me.” I snapped out of my trance again at those words, turning to look at her.

“Wait really?” I asked, tryina to play it cool. I reached for my wine, needing to do something with my hands.

“Yeah, it’s like he doesn’t even try anymore. He basically dry humps my leg until he’s finished and then goes to sleep. I don’t think he’s given me a proper orgasm in weeks. I’ve been left to take care of myself when I have the time, and you definitely creep into my thoughts then too,” she smiled and put her dainty hand on my thigh. Warmth spread from the contact and it took all my strength not to shuddered under her touch.

“Why do you think I’m here right now?”

“Because I’m an amazing listener?” I joked, leaning towards her slightly. The smell of her perfume added to my arousal.

“Oh yeah? I don’t think you’ve been listening to me this entire time.” Her hand slid up my thigh a little more. Her pinky finger almost touching my lips. My heart was beginning to pound.

“I was totally listening. You think about me when you masturbate and fuck your idiot boyfriend.” I leaned in more. Our faces were inches away from each other. “And that I fuck you better than he does.”

“I never said that,” she smiled, squeezing my leg and taking my wine glass out of my hand, placing it on the table.

“But you were thinking it” I teased. She laughed and I could smell the weed and alcohol on her breath. Instead of responding to my comment she closed the gap between us and kissed me. Her lips were just as soft as I remembered. She pushed me back and pressed herself against me. Our tits rubbed together, my hands immediately on her ass while hers held enough of her weight off me that she wasn’t suffocating me. She licked my lip and her tongue met mine as she slowly grinded her hips into my thigh. I didn’t think I could be anymore turned on in the moment until little moans started escaping her lips between kisses.

“Hey now, you can’t come into my home and dry hump me until you finish” I giggled as I pushed her back. She pouted for a moment before crawling off my lap.

“Wanna fuck in a bed for once?” She asked, and before waiting for my answer she grabbed the wine and a bong, walking down the hall to my bedroom, a little extra shake in her ass. In my drunken and now high state I was a little slow to move my body to get off the couch. My mouth was so dry, like every drop of hydration in my body was currently puddled in my panties. I downed two glasses of water before walking towards my bedroom. The sight that met me as I entered was so incredibly hot I’m pretty sure I had died and gone to hell.

Sprawled across my bed, clad in nothing but lacey red panties that had a clear wet spot in them, was Brooke, propped up on a few pillows, tits out and on display, her nipples hard and pink, taking a bong rip. Her tits jiggled a little as she exhaled the smoke into the room and coughed.

“You’re a little slow tonight”

“Shut up, its the weed,” I grinned as I pulled my pants off, making sure she caught a glimpse of my equally wet purple thong, and crawled up onto the bed. I layed on my stomach, propped up on my elbows so I still could use my hands, somewhat between her spread legs. My head reached about mid thigh and I could smell her from there. She passed me the bong and I lit the bowl not taking my eyes off her tits while she played with her hair. I blew the smoke out and placed the bong on the table beside my bed. As I reached over my face was squished into her thigh so I began to place light little kisses on her skin. The further inside her thigh I got, the wetter and rougher the kisses got. I stayed in the same spot, knowing it was driving her crazy. Eventually she got impatient and scooted down, bringing her pussy within an inch of my face. I ignored her and continued kissing and biting her thigh until she was breathing harder and gasping quietly. She grabbed the back of my head and pushed my face into her panties. My laugh was stifled by her pussy and I began to press my tongue to her over the fabric. Once I was satisfied with how much I had teased her, I pulled her panties aside to reveal her puffy, dripping wet pussy. Her clit was swollen and almost asking to be played with and I couldn’t resist. I swirled my tongue around her clit in small tight circles and then switched to long dragged out licks from her ass all the way up. It had her panting and moaning and swearing, one hand tangled in my hair the other pinching her nipple. I worked my lips and tongue over her pussy knowing every spot that she loved to bring her to her first orgasm. She shook and shuddered, her thighs clamping around my head while she humped her orgasm out on my face. When she released me, I licked her pussy one more time. I pushed myself back and let her calm down for a moment. I could feel that I had soaked through my panties and down my thighs a little bit. I roll off the bed, peeled off my thong and threw it aside.

“Feel better?” I asked Brooke as her breathing became more regular. She nodded, a smile spreading across her face. “Good because it’s my turn now.”

I motioned for her to move down the bed and she complied. I threw one leg over her and lowered my sticky, wet, messy pussy down to her face. I felt her tongue make contact with my clit, the first tongue in what felt like years and squealed a little. The pleasure was incredible as she sucked and licked my clit. It shot through my entire body. Every slight move of her tongue had me shaking, moaning, begging and riding her face like my life depended on it. I humped and grinded and bucked. I could feel the white hot burn start to build inside of me when I looked down. The sight of Brooke’s face latched on to my pussy, her eyes staring up at me with absolute lust put me over the edge and I came all over her face. My pussy convulsed against her tongue and my legs trembled around her head. She didn’t stop her assault on me until I was collapsing over her. I rolled off her and onto my back on the bed.

We both took a moment to catch our breath, basking in our post orgasm glows. After a few moments I rolled onto my side and sucked her nipple in to my mouth, reaching over to twist and pinch the other. She laid there enjoying the sensation for a few moments before sitting up and grabbing her purse from the floor. With a grin, she pulled out her purple dildo and tossed it to me. She laid back down and spread her legs. I sucked the tip of the cock before rubbing it up and down her slit. With a single thrust I pushed the toy deep inside her pussy and her back arched as she moaned loudly. I began to pound her hard and fast, finding a rhythm that she couldn’t get enough of as she began to thrash and almost flail, saying the most dirty things to me.

“Oh god yes fuck my pussy deep and hard, you fuck me so much better than he ever has, dont you fucking stop, please don’t fucking stop” she begged between pornstar level moans. I laughed quietly to myself at her almost overdramatic show but kept my rhythm going and began to rub circles over her clit. Within a few seconds of that combination she was cumming for me again. I watched her tits bounce while she rode out her orgasm. When she finally relaxed her body I pulled the fake cock out of her and wrapped my lips around it, sucking the toy clean as she watched. She snatched the toy out of my hand and grabbed my hair, pushing my face down into the bed. I was a little startled by her aggressiveness. In our previous encounters we had never been rough but it got my pussy going again as she lifted my ass into the air and spanked me twice. I felt her position behind me and was expecting the toy when I felt her tongue slip between my lips and flick across my clit. I pushed my ass back into her face and she spanked me again. This time I felt the toy slide up and down my slit and then stretching my pussy as it sunk deep inside me. She fucked me harder and faster than I had fucked her. The sensation of the cock slamming in and out of me was making me dizzy and I gasped and panted into the sheets, letting Brooke continue the mind blowing pace. She began to alternate between playing with my clit and spanking me and it drove me right into an orgasm that sent the room spinning. I didn’t know up from down, left from right. All I could feel was the intense pleasure shooting from my pussy to every nerve in my body, amplified every time Brooke sunk the cock back inside me. I could hear my moans echoing around the room. All too soon the orgasm subsided and I expected Brooke to slow her pace or stop all together but much to my surprise she didn’t break her stride at all. It almost felt like she pounded me even harder.

“Holy fuck Bee, you’re going to make me squirt if you don’t stop” I told her between moans, feeling it start to build.

“That’s what I’m going for girl.” She fucked me even harder and I reached the point of no return. I felt the pressure of another orgasm creep up and when it hit, I lost control and began squirting all around the cock, leaking out onto the bed as I pushed my ass back into the toy and came again.

This time she slowed down as I stopped moving and pulled the toy out when I collapsed on my stomach. I could barely move or breathe. From the corner of my eye I saw Brooke moving around and pressed a blunt to my mouth a moment later. She lit it for me and I managed to gather the strength to roll over next to her.

“I don’t know about you but I feel so much better” she said as I passed the joint back to her. I could still barely form a thought, let alone speak and just made a bunch of hand gestures making her laugh. “I really fucked you silly hey?”

I nodded, put out the joint and snuggled down into the bed even more, avoiding the wet spot I had made as best I could. Brooke sat up a little bit, looking mildly confused as to what she was going to do now, leave or stay? I grabbed her arm and pulled her back down and threw a blanket over us, making the decision for her. She instinctively moved closer and placed her head on my tit as a pillow and we soon drifted off together.

We did fuck again in the morning, it just wasn’t as intense as this so i didnt think y’all wanted to read even more considering the length already!

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