I was about to leave on business for over a week. Just before I left on my trip, I (F28) let my pet (M30) come over for a little visit. He had been pouting the last couple of days about how much he was going to miss me while I was away on my trip.

I already had my bags packed, ready to head to the airport that evening. I had a little time on my hands before I had to leave, so I texted him to come over. “Come here Boy.” He arrived in record time, anticipating that he would get to fuck me just before I left. As soon as he walked in I could already see the slight bulge growing in his pants, and a wicked grin crept across my face. He buried his face in my hair as he lifted me slightly off the ground in a tight squeezing embrace and I could feel his heart and the heat of his breath. “I’m so glad you messaged me. I’ve already been dieing to see you and I don’t know how I’d make it all the way to the end of the week.”

“That’s cute” I said, giving him a quick greeting kiss. And turning to walk away into my bedroom. He was hot on my heels all the way there, like the obedient and eager pet he is.

“Sit, Boy.” And he did, right on the edge of the bed in his designated spot and pulled his t shirt off immediately, revealing his strong chest and arms to their full extent. He isn’t my usual style with his freckles, ginger stubble and a chubby belly. But he is the most loyal pet I have had in a while, maybe ever. I’d grown to enjoy his personality almost as much as I enjoyed this thick cock, pressing harder against his jeans now and I could see it’s length and form through the denim.

I was only wearing skin tight yoga pants and a light t shirt in preparation for travel comfort. I watched his eyes travel straight to my chest and I realized my nipples were hard against the thin fabric. “Aww, you’re missing me already aren’t you, Boy?” I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and sat on his lap, straddling him and allowed him to rest his face against my breasts. I could feel the slight prickle of his stubble poking through my shirt as he nuzzled into me. “I AM. But at least I get to see you before you go.”

“You mean fuck me” I corrected, pushing him back onto the bed. “At least you get to fuck me before I go.”

“I mean, well...”He started to stammer out an answer, taking defense against my tone of disappointment in his expectations.

I cut him off as I stood up and backed away. “Naked. Now, Boy,”

He complied right away, scurrying out of his jeans and boxers revealing that thick 7inch cock now standing at full attention. I stood over him as he crawled my direction on hands and knees looking down and knowing his eagerness may have gotten him into trouble. I loved seeing him like that, so ready to please me. And I could feel I was getting wet already.

He sat right in front of me and I ran my fingers through his strawberry blonde hair while he looked up as if to ask permission. I gave him a slight nod of approval. His fingertips gripped the top of my yoga pants and he peeled them down. Gently, he began to kiss and lick his way up the inside of my thighs and his fingers found their way to my clit. He rolled it between his thumb and forefinger a few times before he slipped 2 fingers inside my now soaking pussy and began to lightly suck and lick at my clit at the same time. He rhythmically lapped at my juices while his fingers continued in and out, rocking forward directly into my g spot each time and bringing me closer and closer to the edge.

I opened my eyes and looked down to see his piercing blue green eyes smiling up at me with pupils dilated and full of need. The way he was crouched I could see his rock hard cock now throbbing from excitement. “Good Boy” I praised him. And he thanked me by accelerating the speed of the thrusts of his fingers, pounding faster and faster straight into my g spot. I bit my lip and let the wave crash over me as I came all over his face, leaving drips running down his chin and onto his chest. He looked up at me and licked his lips waiting for it to be his turn.

I grabbed him by the ear and led him back to his spot at the corner of the bed. I sat on the floor between his knees where he sat on the bed corner and just took a moment to admire his cock. A tiny clear bead of pre cum was forming at the head and threatening to split down the side of his girthy shaft. I pressed my finger tip to the bead of liquid and light as I could, ran my finger tip around the head a few times before trailing down the shaft to his swollen balls. I gripped them both in one hand and squeezed. “Have you been saving these just for me like I told you to?” He nodded but I already knew by how tight they were that he followed instructions and hadn’t cum since we last saw each other several days before.

I squeezed a little harder and told him very sternly “Well, you’re just going to keep saving it up for me until I get back from my trip.” He let out a small whimper of protest. “But we can still fuck if you think you can hold back.” His brow furrowed in frustration. “Can you hold it?” I asked. I had run my hand across my still soaked pussy, picking up my own juices as lube and began massaging his rock hard cock. “Can you?” I asked again as I stopped stroking and squeeze his balls again, this time harder. “I think I can”, he groaned. “Well that’s not a very diminutive answer,” I said and I gripped tighter on his aching balls, digging my nails in. “YES! Yes, yes I can hold it!”, he helped.

I released him and he fell back onto the bed. I climbed on top of him and hovered just barrel your of reach of his throbbing hard cock that was ready and waiting. “Ok, but don’t you dare cum,” I warned. Then I slammed down hard, taking his cock and deep as it would fit and began to ride him. He gripped at my hips and clenched his eyes shut as he fought back the urge.

I stopped suddenly and ordered him to get behind me. I could tell I already got him so close in a very short time. This wasn’t going to be any easier on him. I leaned over the dresser and he grabbed my ass and smacked it while he grazed his teeth across the back of my shoulder. Then his fingers were inside me again. He was trying to buy himself time. I swatted his hand away. “I thought you wanted to fuck me.” “I do but god you just feel so amazing and I missed you so much...” “then prove it. Fuck me like you missed me but don’t blow your load.”

He growled and pushed cock into me from behind, going so deep he was all the way to the hilt. His girth was really trenching me despite how wet I was. I have to admit, I’d missed him too. He pounded into me in slow, sequential, deliberate, hard thrusts. I rocked back into him, grinding against him and driving him absolutely to the edge. “Oh shit,” he said “I’m trying so hard no to blow.” I reached around and squeeze the hell out of his balls. “Don’t do it. Not yet.”

He pulled away and laid back on the bed to breathe and collect himself. The head of his cock was almost purple and skin so tight he looked like he might burst right then and there. I leaned over him and took his nipple into my mouth biting down until I heard him inhale through his teeth sharply making a hissing sound. I climbed back on and started riding him again. I leaned back resting my hand on his knees behind me and arching backwards. He reached up and started rubbing my clit and I felt myself building up. I could see how hard he was fighting to hold himself back. Finally I released him. “Ok, you can cum.”

He sighed in relief and then he leaned up and flipped me onto my back. He put his hands under my lower back and lifted my hips up to where he sat on his knees with his legs folded under him. He was aimed right at my g spot again and he was quickly pounding away faster and faster as deeply as he could stretch me. I orgasmed again and my pussy pulsed and contracted around his cock while he kept drilling into me. He pulled out and blew a huge puddle of cum all over my stomach, shooting all the way up to my breasts. He really did have a lot of built up frustrations I suppose.

“Good Boy.” I told him and he collapsed next to me and I stroked him hair.