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I remember when I was active duty and went TAD (temporary assigned duty) to New York City for British Fleet Week. This was back in 2003, so it wasn’t long after 9/11 and we still had troops all over the Middle East. There were security personnel from three area bases in NYC to provide assistance to the British Navy for their three ships during fleet week. I can’t remember how many of us there were, but we were all MAs (Master-At-Arms), or military police and we came from Subase New London in Groton, Connecticut, Naval Weapons Station in Earle, New Jersey, and Naval Station Newport in Newport, Rhode Island.

We were only there for a few days, and I had to work that afternoon. My buddy, JJ, and I were working with a few guys from our base and a few guys from Earle on our shift, so we mostly all hung out together in smaller groups or pairs when we weren’t working or sleeping. On the second day, I met one of the British sailors  on his way back to his ship. He was on the HMS Invincible. He was short. He was quite fit. He was the only one, I swear, of all of the thousands of British sailors whose bag I inspected and ID I checked, who had white, straight teeth. He was handsome, naturally tanned, had a gorgeous smile and was charming. When we worked “the gate” sometimes one of the sailors who was on duty would come and hang out with us for a little bit to break up the monotony. So, one night the hot British guy came to hang out with us and we got to talking.

My coworkers had a tendency to be juvenile, and the girl I was rooming with took it upon herself to tell the British guy that I wondered he was hot, let’s call him Brad, because he had that ordinary aesthetic “Brad” type of hotness about him. She just wanted me out of the room so she could have privacy with her boyfriend, instead of just telling me she wanted privacy. Brad and I started talking and we agreed to go out once I got off work. He met me outside of my hotel and we walked to a restaurant where we ate juicy steak and drank wine. I told him how funny, in an ironic way, it was that his country was paying for our dinner, even though I was the one who took him out. After dinner, we walked around the city some and talked about our lives back home. Neither one of us told the other about our significant other back at home. We ran into some of his friends a block from my hotel, and we talked with them for a few minutes before continuing on. While watching him talk with his friends, I got a tingling feeling below the belt and started asking him if we could go to my room. Once he realized what I was asking him, we walked over to the hotel.

The pull out couch was still pulled out and the bed was made neatly by hotel staff earlier in the day. Brad sat on the bed and the way the moon light shone through the window reflected on his face in such a way that I couldn’t withstand. I walked over to him and bent to kiss him. He returned the kiss and slowly pulled me closer to his body with his hands on my ass. One knee on the bed beside his thigh, then the other, and I was sitting on his lap. Pulling me closer still, I slid my ass along his thighs closer to his hips. His bulge had grown and he wanted me to know, so he kept pulling me closer until my jeans covered cunt pressed into his throbbing cock suffocated by the jeans he was wearing. A soft audible moan escaped my lips as he pressed my cunt into him and we continued making out, we began mimicking a thrusting motion as my juices started flowing and I could feel his cock about to bust through his pants.

I slid my hands down his back and grabbed the bottom of his shirt, then pulled it up forcing his arms into the air involuntarily and pulled the shirt over his head to reveal his *amazing* muscular chest and shoulders. We began making out again, and he unhooked my bra, then removed my shirt in a similar fashion and I let the bra fall off my arms before resuming our making out, only this time he rolled me onto my back. He began working my pants, got the belt undone and jeans opened then shoved his hand into my underwear to play with my cunt. That all the time annoyed me because there’s barely any room in women’s jeans for their body, let alone someone else’s hand. Like, why not just take the pants off our pull them down enough so we don’t have to keep stopping to make adjustments. Anyway, eventually we get the pants off and I took his pants off. It wasn’t until he was laid back on my pull out bed that I was able to take in and appreciate his gorgeous body. I was very wet, but I wanted to take my time with him. So, I began kissing his neck and gently licking the edge of his ear, before working my way slowly down his chest, and stomach, down to where the waistband from his boxers would’ve been…and below.

My tongue met the bottom of his shaft and glided along the length all the way to the tip where I could taste the precum already dripping from his mushroom tip. I swirled my tongue around to gather his juices, then ran my tongue all the way down his shaft and around the back of his balls. I sucked each one into my mouth, then slowly ran my tongue from behind the back of his balls, up his shaft, landing at the tip where I kissed the precum and slid my entire mouth down the length of his cock and began sucking him off. He rested his hands on the back of my head for a minute as he moaned in pleasure and softly thrusted his cock into my mouth out of reflex.

Finally, he pulled me closer to kiss me, and rolled me onto my back. He went down and licked my cunt for a minute or two, then he thrust his cock into my juicy cunt. I squeezed his cock with my cunt in pleasure and met each of his thrusts with equal force. Watching his abs flex with each thrust, forcing his thick British cock deeper and harder into me made me wetter. I told him I wanted to ride him, and fuck him hard, so he hugged me and we rolled over. His cock never left my cunt.

Once I was on top of him, sitting with his cock deep in my cunt, I looked down at him and smiled. His strikingly handsome face smiled back at me and my eyes glided over his amazing body one last time. I tilted my head back, closed my eyes and began slowly grinding on his cock. I reached my hands down to his chest, eyes still closed, grinding a little faster. His cock felt so good inside me and riding him only got it in there deeper. I all the time loved the way it felt when I rode a nice cock, and this was no exception. I leaned forward and kissed his neck gently. Then, I slowly lifted my hips feeling his cock slowly leave my cunt almost completely. When I was just at the tip, I’d pump it there a little bit, then thrust hard, quickly slamming into him. He let out a quick moan and grabbed my hips, ready for the next one. His heart started pumping harder and I could feel it pulsing on my chest as I pulled my hips up and pumped his mushroom tip before thrusting hard and slamming into him again. One more slow pull and quick thrust, then I was straight fucking his cock and he was just along for the ride.

When it was time for me to cum, I sat up, grabbed his pecks and grinded him until I exploded all over his thick British cock. He exploded inside my cunt, cum painting all of my insides, keeping me full until I lifted my hips and he pulled his cock out. We laid on the bed for a few minutes before getting dressed and walking him out to the lobby where we said goodbye.

NSFW: yes

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