Authors: Aisha Brooks
Chapter 5: A Tour of the House, Please!
For a second I am unsure as he throws me off my game, but only for an instant. He clearly has something on his mind. I bounce right back into my game.
“Your room is all set,” I say chirpily. “Feel free to let me know if you need anything else.”
“Anything?” he says, staring at my boobs.
“Errr…you need something?” I ask, trying hard not to make the famous lame comment about my eyes being up here.
“Wait, let me see,” he says. He looks around the room, and then adds, “How about a tour of the house?”
“Right now?” I ask. “I thought you were too tired. How about tomorrow?”
“Ma’am, you do know I completed Basic Underwater Demolition Seal (BUDS). We are never tired,” he says, then adds in a seductive voice, “We have a lot of stamina. More than…” he trails off.
“More than…more than what? A clown fish?” I remark sarcastically.
“No, more than what women can usually handle.”
“A tour it is.” I say.
“That’s my girl,” he says.
“I am not your girl.”
“You can be.”
“Dream on.”
He puts his bag down in the room.
“Follow me,” I say.
“Wait, let me take a shower first.”
“Now?” I say, whining.
“Now,” he says, a grin spreading on his face.
I wait on the sofa as he goes in for a shower. He comes out after five minutes, wearing the same clothes, soaking wet. His shirt has become see through now, almost transparent.
“Couldn’t find the towel,” he says, grinning again.
“They were on the counter, next to the sink. A blind man could have found them in 2 seconds.”
“Wanna bet on that?”
“No, thanks.”
He puts his hands and covers his pectoral muscles, like a woman would, and says. “I’d be embarrassed right now if I were a girl. That would have been awkward.”
“Lucky you are not wearing see through panties,” I say sarcastically. I find him annoying, hate the way he is controlling me.
“I am not wearing any,” he says. “Just like you, wanna check?”
Blood rushes into my cheeks as he says that, suddenly turning me on again.
“Aww, you are blushing,” he coos.
He has me. Fuck, I should have said yes when he said, “wanna check?” Damn it!
“So, are you ready for the tour?” I ask.
“Hell, I am ready for anything. If you know what I mean.”
“I don’t know what you mean. Let’s go.”
“Oh yes, you do. Let’s go.”
I show him around the house, room by room. I show him everything, except Jackson’s room and my own. Jackson’s room is downstairs and mine is upstairs. When we finish the tour downstairs and are going up the stairs, we pass by his room (the guest room is also upstairs). When we get to his room, he takes off his shirt.
“Is it me or is it hot in here?” he says, tossing his shirt on his bed.
“Let me assure you, it is not you. Don’t worry, this summer is unreasonably hot.”
“Like you,” he says.
“All right then, thus ends our tour. Good night!” I say and turn around to leave. I take a step and he grabs me by the waist, inching closer to me, his shaved muscular chest against my back, brings his mouth close to my ears, and says, “What about the pink room?”
“What about the pink room?” I say.
“We have not seen your room. You have not shown me your pink room,” he whispers.
“Fine, I will show you my room. I do not have a pink room.”
“You do, if you know what I mean.”
“You know what, I do, I know what you mean. My bedroom is black, let’s go see it. But you are not going to get to see my pink room.”
“Oh yes, I will.”
“What?”
“Nothing. Let’s go see your room.”
“Bedroom.”
I take him to my bedroom. I walk ahead of him. I hold the door to my room open for him and let him in.
“There! That’s my bed room. Seen? Now go back to bed.”
“But you have not shown me your pink room yet,” he says, pouting.
“That’s the ugliest pout I have ever seen,” I say, bursting out into a laughter.
He swoops in, locks his lips with mine. I resist initially, but who are we kidding. This is what I wanted since the moment I set my sight on him. We make out for five solid minutes then come up for breath.
“And that’s the best make out of your life, right from those ugliest pouty lips,” he states.
“That it is.” I concede.
“Want more of the best stuff?” he asks.
“Maybe,” I say.
He runs his hand down my back, grabs my ass and shoves his hand in.
“You want it?” he says.
“You want it?” I say, pushing my wet pussy on his hardon.
“I know you want it, Ver,” he says, running his hand up my dress, caressing my pussy.
He pushes me against the wall, lifts me up so my thighs are on his shoulders, and buries his face between my legs. His tongue fucks me better than any man has ever fucked me in my life. I stifle my moans, my brother’s room is right under mine, but I can’t stop myself. I climax, my juices flowing into his mouth. My head lols to the side, tired.
“Oh honey, we are only getting excited. Can’t handle?” He asks.
I spread my legs wider for him in response.
He takes down his shorts, and there is the most massive cock I have ever seen. A 10 inch cock, thick as a coke can. He spits on it, pulls up my dress, and starts rubbing the head of his throbbing cock against my pussy. Then, with a slight, slow, gentle, and deliberate push, the head of his cock enters me.
“Put on a condom,” I say. “I don’t do it without protection.”
He puts his hand on my mouth, and thrusts all the way in, reaching a new depth, a depth I never thought anyone could ever reach. His hand muffles my screams; his steel-cold gaze turns my tears to ice.
Chapter 6: And The Morning After…
Last night, Kurt clearly established who the boss was. After fucking me roughly for an hour against the wall, he tossed me on the bed and went back to bed. I collapsed in my own bed, unable to get up.
After having taken the biggest cock ever on the planet, it did not feel like I had had sex with a horse. It felt like I had had sex with an elephant’s trunk. I could not close my legs or walk. But Kurt had clearly filled the emptiness inside me for as long as his cock was inside me. I keep thinking about Kurt and fall asleep again.
It was 5 am in the morning, my windowless room still dark, when the door opened slowly.
“Who’s there?” I ask, but get no answer. I see a shadow, a massive frame, and the door closes slowly and without a sound. I reach for my phone and turn on the flash.
“Easy, easy, it’s me,” says Kurt, covering his eyes with his hands.
He slides into bed with me and puts an arm around me. I push my body into his and feel his massive boner. He thrusts ever so slightly, still wearing his shorts only, and we lay there spooning. He runs his finger down my arm, then up my ribs, then around my breasts and pinches my nipples.
Every now and then he thrusts again, pulling me into him, as I push my hips onto his cock. I know he is too big for me, I know sex with him is very painful, and yet I still can’t wait for him to enter me. Up until last night, I had been the boss. Every man I ever had sex with, I was the one who fucked, I was the boss. This sudden shift, the change in power, was more arousing than anything.
Kurt kisses me on the neck, turns me around, and traces the nape of my neck with his tongue. I am already naked, and he runs his tongue all over my back. It feels as if my back is the canvass and his tongue is the brush.
He gets out of his shorts and throws them off the bed. He turns me around again, and buries his face between my breasts. He is taking it slow with me this time. He gets on top of me then, straddles me, and rests his cock between my boobs, and pushes them together, pressing them against his cock, and thrusts slowly. We hear a door open downstairs as Jackson wakes up.
Kurt gets off me quickly, rubs the head of his cock against my pussy. He spits on it and I am already wet. He rubs faster and faster, and as he is about to come, he puts a hand on my mouth and shoves his cock inside me, shooting spurts after spurts of fresh cum inside me.
“We should meet again soon,” he says, then kisses me on the lips and leaves.
I just lie in bed for a while. Then I get out of bed, walk to the bathroom, awkward and sore, and take a warm bath. The warm bath and the bath salts soothe my body and take away some of the soreness. I get dressed and go downstairs. Jackson and Kurt are already at the table.
“Morning, sweetheart,” says Jackson.
“Morning, Vertasha,” says Kurt, as if seeing me for the first time since last night’s dinner.
“Good morning, boys,” I say.
We all eat in silence, all of us slightly hungover. Then we sit at the table and make little conversation. Jackson tells me that Kurt is leaving today and will be out of town for a while, while Jackson himself has to go to another state for work for two to four weeks. I ask them when they will be back, and that they should come back sooner, that we should hangout, etc., but what I really want to find out is when Kurt will be back. The early morning incomplete sex has left me hanging, and I crave him like anything. All I want is to have Kurt rip my clothes and force his 10 inch cock inside me, and stay in that position for ever.
Jackson has to leave early. He says he will be back in an hour to pick Kurt up. Once he leaves, Kurt and I get some time alone. Kurt looks at me as if he is studying me. I get out of my chair and sit on his lap, putting my arm around him. He puts an arm behind my back, kisses me, then asks for my number. We exchange numbers and plan to meet when he comes back.
Out of curiosity, I ask him what his scene is, if he is seeing anyone. He tells me he isn’t, that he hasn’t found anyone worth being with.
“So, would you settle down when you find the one?” I ask.
“Hard to say,” he says. “The work we do, the service to the country, it’s risky. We do not always get to settle, get married, have kids. This is dangerous work. We never know for sure, so these commitments are not easy for people like us,” he says.
“I think I understand that very well,” I say, adding, “My brother is in the service, I know how it goes.”
“Well, you never really know. You might find someone who makes you want to settle, and no matter what the odds are, before you know it yourself, you are fighting against them, breaking all the rules you have set for yourself, and in the blink of an eye you find yourself waiting for her to walk down the aisle for you as you wait at the altar. The one you look at and say, that’s the one. She is the one. And she is worth it.”
Kurt, I find, is as complicated as Jackson when it comes to things like these, but I have never tried to understand any of these things either. I have never understood them myself. We lock lips again and I press my chest into his, running my hand through his hair, when the car honks as Jackson arrives outside waiting for Kurt.