Brooe's New Ordeal

Brooke only got home about 3:00. She spent a few hours tossing and turning. Then, she had to be up around 6:00 to get her son off to school. She then had to get ready for her appointment. Brooke was unsure of how to prepare for this. She knew that she did not want to come across as too "sexy." But she did not think that she could meet her date in jeans and a t-shirt. If that got back to her new handlers, she would probably be in trouble. After her shower, she applied a modest amount of make-up. She ended up going with a conservative skirt and blouse. The top showed no cleavage and the skirt was knee-length. She thought that conveyed just the right message.

Nervously, she waited in the living room. A few minutes before 10:00, the door bell rang. Her heart skipped a beat as she went to answer it. "Please be nice. Please be nice," she said to herself. She opened the door to be confronted by a well-dressed, well-groomed gentleman who appeared to be around fifty.

"Hello, Miss Jennings. I'm Kurt," he said politely.

Brooke was somewhat relieved. He even called her by her real name. Opening the door, she embraced him and gave him a kiss. "Hi, Kurt," she replied. "Come on in." Shutting the door behind him, she took his hand and led him to the living room where they both sat down on the couch.

"You know," Kurt began. "I was really impressed with you at the club last night. I thought that you were the most beautiful creature that I had ever seen. But you never came to my table."

Brooke playfully laid her hand on his knee. "I am so sorry about that," she replied. "I just could not get to everybody."

Looking around, Kurt observed, "Miss Jennings, you really have a lovely home."

She corrected him. "Kurt, please call me Brooke."

He went on, "Okay--Brooke. Let me ask you a question. What do you find attractive in a man?"

For Brooke, this was the perfect opening to encourage him to be different than what she had met at the club the night before. "I am glad you asked, " she answered. "Most men would never ask that. But what is most attractive to me is a man who can be a gentleman and treat me with respect." Squeezing his knee, she added, "That is what turns me on."

After a little more small talk, Kurt looked at his watch. "Well, I have a limited time with you. So I suppose we should get down to business."

Brooke stood up and, taking his hand, explained, "The master bedroom is upstairs."

As they made their way down the second floor hallway, Kurt took a glance into her son's room. "Oh, you are a single mother, then," Kurt inquired?

Brooke told him, "No, I am married. My husband is out of town right now for work."

Kurt chuckled. "Well, how convenient for me, then," he said. They entered the master bedroom and Kurt sat down on the end of the bed. Leaning back on his elbows, he told her, "I never got a chance for a table dance last night. How about a private dance now?"

Brooke protested that there was no music. Kurt asked her to pretend that there was. She had a flashback to the experience with her master when she was kidnapped. He had once made exactly the same request. To Brooke, it was as if she was back there again.

She started to sway for him. "Strip while you dance" he ordered her, more forcefully now. As she unbuttoned her blouse, he complained, "You stopped dancing to strip. Keep dancing for me while you undress." Brooke removed her conservative blouse and skirt. When she was nude in front of him, he admired her for a moment and commented, "God, you are beautiful. How old are you?"

She was taken aback,, having always heard that it was bad form to ask a woman her age. "I am 39," she replied.

"Holy crap," Kurt whistled. "if you had said 29, I would have thought that you were still a beauty for that age. You are amazing."

"Thank you," Brooke murmured.

"And I will bet that you are awesome in the sack," Kurt offered. "Those breasts look firm for your age and that shaved pussy is inviting." Standing there naked in front of him, it made Brooke uncomfortable to hear him making such comments about her body. (What happened to the gentleman who would treat her with respect, she wondered?)

Rising from the bed, Kurt roughly pulled back the covers on the king-sized bed. "Get in and lay on your back," he commanded. To Brooke, his demeanor was changing before her eyes. When she had done as he instructed, he barked, "Spread your legs for me." With a sigh, she moved her legs apart. "No, farther," he ordered in a loud voice. "I want you to open your legs for me." Brooke spread her legs as far apart as she could.

He undressed as he looked down on her, laying there with her legs spread apart. As he took off his clothes, he murmured to no one in particular, "This will be some fine pussy...And I cannot wait to get a piece of that ass." Naked, he first played with himself before getting into bed with her. As he did so, he kept murmuring to himself, "I am going to fuck her into next week...Oh, she is gorgeous..." All Brooke could do was lie there and wait for him.

As he crawled into bed, Kurt bent over and, pulling her vagina lips apart, explored her with his tongue, not ignoring the clitoris. As Brooke moaned, he briefly raised his head long enough to instruct her, "I want you to cum for me, bitch." And then his head was back down between her legs. Brooke had to admit that he was good at this. From her limited experience, most men were not. Not even her husband. Eventually, her whole body seemed to convulse and she screamed, "AHHHHHH!!!"

Kurt now was on his knees above her. "Good girl. I know what you want and I am going to give it to you." He laid down on top of her and his cock was now inside of her. She clenched her fists and groaned at the sensation of his powerful thrusts. With one final "UMPPH!!!," he deposited his load into her.

Her chest was now rising and falling in rhythm with her heavy breathing. Still kneeling over her, Kurt commanded, "Raise your head to kiss me and tell me that you love me." With some effort, she raised her lips to his and said, "I love you." "NO," he said harshly. "A passionate kiss and tell me that you love me." Again, she raised her lips to his and pushed her tongue into his mouth. "I--I love you," she repeated. "NO. I was not convinced. Do it again." For a third time, Brooke raised her head to kiss him. Again, she said, "I love you."

Kurt was not done with her. He was going to get his money's worth. Stepping off the bed, he commanded, "Turn over on your stomach." When she did so, he jumped back in. He pushed up her legs so that her knees were under her stomach, which had the effect of raising her ass in the air.. Positioning himself behind her, he pushed his finger into her opening. "AWWW!!!," she grunted. "I will just loosen you up a little here, honey. Then I will fuck this ass into next week." Brooke could only moan. When his finger came out, the cock went in. "OH, Yeah," he exclaimed. "This--ass--is--so--tight." Each word was accompanied by an intense thrust. Eventually, he pulled himself out and came on her back.

When he was done, he calmly crawled out of the bed. Brooke could only lay there, shaking and with her breathing labored from the intensity of what she had experienced.. When he was dressed, he helped her out of bed.

He then informed her, "I have a little time left. I want us to go back downstairs and I want you to fix me something to eat." Brooke nodded and started for her clothes. "No," he snapped. "You do not get dressed until after I leave. You are such a beautiful woman that I want to see as much of you as I can for as long as I can. You will prepare me a meal in the nude."

Brooke sighed and took his hand to lead him downstairs to the kitchen. Kurt sat down at the table. Brooke opened the refrigerator and announced, "Bacon and eggs. I can fix you some bacon and eggs." Kurt said that was fine. As if now on auto pilot, Brooke assembled the necessary supplies to fix his food.

She served his food and he told her, "Sit across from me while I eat." She took the chair across from him. "Make small talk with me. Ask me about my work," he ordered.

Clearing her throat, Brooke said quietly, "What kind of work do you do?"

"I am an architect," he cheerily replied. "I build things. But I have never built anything as beautiful as the body I am looking at."

Brooke mumbled, "Thank you."

When he was finished eating, his time was up. He got up to leave but she stayed seated at the table. Going over to her, he took her face in both of his hands. Leaning over, he gave a long, passionate kiss. "I had a wonderful time and I will certainly want to see you again." As he headed for the front door, he turned and added, "Maybe we can get together the next time your husband is out of town." Going out the door, he was laughing at his own joke.