Diplomatic Relations Pt 03

The President of Brazil, Gisele Maria dos Santos, invited her young lover, Dean, to her personal home hidden away on a secluded part of Ipanema's famous beach. She was on a two week summer vacation and personally invited him. It'd been four months since they met, four months she regarded as magical. She'd never felt about someone like she did him. Dean was a deep, caring soul. He always made her feel so warm and protected even if they were thousands of miles away.

Dean showed up to her house. The moment she saw him, she started making out with him. His soft lips tasted just as sweet as before. She felt his hands travel down her back to her soft, fat pageant-winning ass, the ass built for his dick. He tried to step inside but she stopped him.

"Take off your clothes," she said, breaking off their kiss.

"That's what I'm trying to do."

"No. Outside. I refuse to let such lowly clothes in my house. I have more expensive stuff you'll wear for the next two weeks. Besides, you're too beautiful to wear such things."

Dean did as she said. He left his clothes outside. The moment the door shut behind him, she pounced on him, tongue-kissing him as she took him to her bedroom. "It's been so long, docinho. You should know not to keep me waiting. So, for the next two weeks," she said before whispering in his ear, "I'm going to drain you dry."

"I missed you," he said with a smile.

Soon, Gisele's pussy greeted his cock with a warm, wet hug. He started thrusting in and out slowly. It was phenomenol. He felt like her pussy was built solely for his pleasure. He had stuck to his word. He hadn't been in any other pussy. The wait was so worth it.

Gisele's tongue explored his mouth while his tiptoed into hers. She held him close with her legs wrapped around his waist. She loved touching and feeling and kissing his strong, muscular body, the body of a baseball player. She ran her fingers through his hair. It was so soft. His eyes stared into hers with a raw intensity but she could see the passion and the love and the care behind them. He was a gorgeous man.

"I'm madly in love with you," she thought.

"You missed me, babe?" he asked, smirking. He knew the answer.

"Dreadfully," she said as she sensually kissed his hairy, muscular chest. "You make my day a thousand times better. I can talk to you like a fucking adult which is more than I can say about most of the people I work with. You can fuck better than any man I've ever met. And you're frankly the most beautiful man I've ever seen. You're all I've ever wanted, my love."

Dean blushed at her compliments. She always made him feel like a million bucks. "You look so cute when you blush," she said.

She pulled Dean close to her face and began exploring his mouth with her tongue again. It was her favorite way to kiss, she told him. She lied. She'd never done it before but now it actually was her favorite way to kiss.

She didn't lie about her favorite kind of sex. Nice, long, and slow. "That's how old people fuck," she told him a few months ago. She thought if he went slow it'd be "sexual perfection." She was right.

Dean stared into her eyes. He looked like he had something he wanted to ask her. She knew what it was. She was excited. It was something only a young man, passionate and prone to strong feelings, would ask. A jaded, cynical man her age would never.

"Gisele..."

"Yes."

"What?"

"The answer's yes. I will be your girlfriend. I've been madly in love with you since we met."

Dean smiled. He was so excited to hear her say that. "I've been feeling this way since we first met, too. You had this magnetism that drew me in. But when I got to know you, to see underneath your costume, I was smitten. You're so intelligent and kind and funny. I've never met anyone like you, baby. I was afraid that our age gap..."

Gisele stopped him with a kiss. "My love, age gaps mean nothing. What matters is maturity and experience. You might be young but you're as mature as a man three times your age. Why do you think your past relationships haven't worked out? Younger girls are too immature for you. And experience is everything. If I picked a man off the streets who was my age, we'd have nothing to talk about. His experiences aren't mine. But you're a president's son. There's so much that we share and enjoy that few others even understand. You're my equal, Dean. That's why I fell in love with you."

Dean kissed her passionately. She made him feel amazing. "Te amo muito, meu rei," she whispered.

"I love you, too, my queen. You complete me."

Dean wrapped his arms around her, bringing her close to him. She could smell his natural scent and feel his heartbeat. She wrapped her legs around him, leaving just enough room for her man (a phrase that she loved more and more every time she thought of it) to thrust slowly. Their tongues explored each other's mouths. They were madly in love.

Dean didn't need long to make her scream Portuguese obscenities. Men in the past knew her to be a "loud fuck," but she admitted to Dean that she was faking it with them. She was not faking now. Dean was an amazing lover. He was an Adonis both in bed and out.

"I bet you'll look so hot pregnant. Even hotter than you do now."

"You'll need to be an attentive husband, baby," she said as she nuzzled his neck. "You know how horny a pregnant woman can be."

Dean liked her calling him a husband. "Of course. I'll always take care of my wife's needs."

"Wife" filled Gisele with an unending glee. She'd been a wife before. Well, legally. She didn't feel like a wife then. It was more like a strategic partnership. But, Dean only asked her out ten minutes ago and she already felt like his wife.

Gisele felt like she understood the difference between fucking and making love. She used to write off anyone who called it that as a prude. But, now, she understood. Fucking was raw, animalistic. There was no love. Nothing. Making love was soft, sensual. It was the intense physical pleasure only her man, her Dean, could give her and the equally intense emotional pleasure only he could give her. She used to wonder if she was crazy for falling in love with a man 30 years her junior, a fucking college freshman at that. But she knew it was meant to be. He was her soul mate. She caught him looking at her, almost as if he could read her thoughts. He smiled that adorable smile of his. She knew he was thinking the same thing.

"Baby," she whispered as she gripped his muscular back hard, "I've been wanting to taste that beautiful dick of yours for months now. I promise not to hold back this time."

Dean sensually kissed her breast. He smiled. "What do you mean by that, princess?"

She loved his little pet names. "When I gave you head last time, I was only operating at half capacity. I wasn't as good as I could be. I'm actually a master at the sport. From now on, that's all I'll ever give you. Nothing but the best for my future husband."

"I love you, my future wife."

They switched places and Gisele immediately made her way to the ivory monolith between her boyfriend's legs. She missed it so much. Every picture he sent her made fantasize about having it in her mouth again. She loved giving head, especially to a cock this perfect, especially one attached to a man this perfect.

She placed her full, surgically enhanced lips on the pink tip. She felt his strong hand on the back of her head, gripping some of her bleach blonde hair. It was a show of young, primal dominance. She swallowed the rest and started bobbing up and down. Slowly like how old people fuck. Dean could feel the difference. Her mouth was like fucking the softest, warmest set of pillows.

She let his thick member slide out of her mouth, glistening in the light. She started kissing and licking the sensitive underside of the head like she was trying to eat it out. She made her way down to his balls, full of cum he had a primal need to fill her throat with. She let them fill her cheeks while her tongue danced between them. She ran her left hand up and down his cock.

She could see his eyes rolling into the back of his head. She felt a bit sorry for him. He'd never received proper head. How could he? Girls his age couldn't even come close to doing it right. Only a woman could do it. And that requires experience and age. But, she was thrilled to be his first and knew she'd be his only.

That hand was still gripping the back of her head. Tight. Hard. Part of a virile need to fuck her throat. He needed to fuck the shit out of it. Her eyes lit up at the thought.

"Do you want to go on a date tomorrow?" he asked, interrupting her fantasy. "I don't really know Ipanema. Maybe you can pick a place?"

She let his balls out of her mouth. "Dean," she started as she began sensually kissing his dick, "I would love to. I know this great place down the road. I'll look so good hanging off your arm. We'll cause such a scandal. A man so young taking such an old bitch on a date. It'll be so much fun."

"Fuck, I think I'm about to cum."

She felt that hand tighten. She decided to give in to it. She let the tip back into her mouth and felt him push until she swallowed the rest. She could feel him start to thrust. In and out. Harder. Faster. All the while the hand kept her at his crotch, her nose deep in his pubes. She couldn't move. She was just a warm, wet hole for his cock. It was her dream.

Soon, he roared and she felt his balls tighten. She could feel him pump his seed down her throat, forcing her to swallow or choke. After what felt like hours, he released her from his grasp and let out a huge sigh. Gisele climbed on top of him, kissed him, and fell asleep in his warm embrace.