Mountain of Crazy: Brooke - Basecamp (MF) | 2016

I worked with Brooke at a store, she was seeing a drug dealer associated with organized crime, and had been giving me head to completion and swallowing my cum for several weeks now. I can only assume she went home to drug dealer and kissed him with the same lips she milked me with. After coming to many realizations, I decided that murdering the drug dealer boyfriend was not the smartest thing to do. Instead I focues on winning Brooke from him by non-violent means. As far as I could tell, progress on this front was steady. This particular night, we finished out shift and headed over to a friend's house, with said friend.

On the ride home we smoke cigarettes and she tells me she wants to move out and she is looking for an apartment. I think this is a great idea, but tell her I can't help her with rent or anything because of probation fines. She's fine with that and thinks getting a room mate is the best option. We arrive at friend's house and go inside. We sit down, and continue smoking cigarettes like they are going out of fashion. Friend starts fucking around on his computer.

Brooke reaches over to me and grabs my cock thru my pants, out of the blue. I'm not hard, so immediately bells and sirens go off in my head, and I go to DEFCON 2 - "GET HARD NOW!" As she massages my cock, it grows to full size and pushes against my pants painfully. I shift my gaze from her to her friend, who is still ignoring us on the computer. She points to his bedroom down the hall. I nod and we stand up and start walking towards the door. she tells her friend "We're going to take a nap." which was actually common with our overnight job. We did not take a nap.

As the door closed, I couldn't wait to feel my cock in Brooke's mouth again. It was heaven every time. We laid on friend's bed and kissed as she straddled me. She pulled my shirt up and kissed my belly button, all around my stomach. She unbuttoned my pants, pulled the zipper down a little bit and tugged. I lifted my ass and my pants were around my ankles. She smiled at me and slipped a hand underneath my boxers, her fingertips barely touching my shaft, tracing the length over and over. She was teasing me, and I loved it. She pulled my boxers and I lifted my ass again. She left my boxers at my ankles, exposing me for her amusement. She licked her thumb, grabbed my cock, and rubbed her thumb over my cock head.

She watched me writhe in pleasure, trying not to make any noises. "Be quiet." she instructed, and rubbed faster and harder with her thumb. I kept my moans inside and my breaths became short. Her other hand explored my balls, gently pulling them and rubbing folds of skin between her fingers. She stopped rubbing my cockhead, gripped the shaft and pushed down hard, all the way down, pulling the skin tight and presenting my cock to her. It was a mix of pleasure and pain, and I pushed my head back into the pillow keeping quiet. I didn't want it to end.

Her mouth engulfed my cock. The warm wetness of her tongue melted over my head, a wonderful contrast to the slight pain that just happened. She was a professional. She knew how to work a man's body, draining them of come or anything else she wanted from them. Her lips kept tight suction around the head of my cock, hand on the base of the shaft, very tight grip, while her tongue worked into a steady rhythm. The pressure from her tongue sent wave after wave shooting through my body and I could feel my orgasm building. I was putty in her hands.

"I'm going to come." I say to her, giving her early warning like usual. She releases my cock from my mouth and takes her hands off of me. I'm silently gasping as my cock yearns for more stimulation. My potential orgasm is fading, my cock strains from the blood that has filled it. Brooke stands up and starts undressing for me. "Watch." she instructs.

She faces away from me, slipping off her work shirt and casually throwing it aside. Her black bar traces a line across her back. She reaches back and separates the clasps, in only a way that a woman can do, like a fucking ninja. She pulls it away with one hand, dropping it with her shirt. She unbuttoned her jeans and slowly slid them off, making sure to bend over while she did so, presenting her ass to me. She stood facing away from me, in a black thong. She reached back and grabbed each ass cheek with a hand, slowly massaging in circles, spreading her pussy lips. I was watching a real life porn.

She slide her thong off, and turned to face me, completely naked from head to toe. She walked over to the bed and grabbed my dick, squeezing it. "Good boy" she said. She was in my fucking head, and I was wrapped around her finger, under her thumb. She straddled me and pointed my cock at her beautiful shaved pussy. "Shouldn't I put on a condom?" I say, hoping that doesn't kill the mood.

"I'm on birth control. It's fine." she says as she is lowering herself onto me. I feel my tip slide into her warm wet pussy, and I no longer care about the condom. She slides more and more of my cock into her belly until she is sitting on me, flesh on flesh. "Mmm.." she says and closes her eyes, slowly gyrating her hips. She begins contracting her pussy. I'm not sure if this is her flexing her kegel muscle, or her PC muscle, or whatever the fuck it's called, but I've never felt anything like this before.

It feels like she is milking me with her pussy, and the slight motion of her hips amplifies it into pure bliss. I would experience this again with other ladies. I lay there, enjoying her doing all the work, bringing me so much pleasure, as my breaths get shorter and shorter. I get really light headed as she works my cock inside her, but that amplifies the feelings too - I just ride this wave of pleasure, right on the edge of bursting. "Come inside me." Brooke whispers. "Don't hold it back. I want to feel it."

My orgasm goes from 60 mph to 300 mph in the blink of an eye, and I come like a screaming jet fighter, come filling her up. "OHHHHH... FUCK!" and she puts her hand over my mouth to silence me. "Shut the fuck up!" she whispers to me, not nicely, and I love it. I hear footsteps in the living room and before I can process what is occuring, friend has opened the door and is viewing us.

Brooke is still on top of me, come beginning to leak down her thighs and onto me, while I look at friend like a dear in headlights. Brooke is calm and turns to friend, titties everywhere. Friend looks at the scene and slowly closes the door. Brooke turns to me and says, "He is going to be pissed. You need to learn how to fucking be quiet." she says, flexing her pussy muscle again. "Oh fuck." I respond, still sensitive from having spurt my load seconds prior. She gets off of me, and my cock slaps my belly it's still at full attention. My stomach is a mess of my come and her juices, as my shirt lands in it. She's throwing my clothes at me! I catch my pants and start putting my clothes on when friend knocks at the door again.

"I really dont appreciate you using my bed, ok? You can find somewhere else to fuck." Some silence passes as Brooke and I stare at each other, motionless, waiting for the next bit of dialog. "I'm going to have to ask you two to leave." Brooke flashes me this upset look, and immediately I begin feeling guilty.

As we shame walk out of the bedroom and into the living room, the friend lightens the mood with a joke. "I'm going to have to get new sheets." Brooke offers to buy them new sheets, I don't say a damn thing. Friend declines, and we leave to go back to my place, which is with my parents. Upon arrival, we sneak in, which is basically impossible because when you open the door the house monitoring system automatically beeps. My parents know that I am home. They do not know that Brooke is with me. We ninja sneak to my room.

At this point I should recap where we're at: I have an organized crime drug dealer's girlfriend in my parent's house, filled with my come, who is supposedly on birth control, so everything is ok - right? Wrong.

Brooke gets a text message from drug dealer boyfriend. She's upset. I ask her what is wrong, she tells me that she is lying to him - she says she is sleeping at a friends house. He doesn't buy it and starts sending her brutal text messages like "I'm throwing your shit out on the lawn. First come, first served, like you. Whore." She's crying. She's really upset. I tell her we can go get her stuff and put it in my parent's garage (as if they would somehow be ok with that).

She doesn't want to do that, she just wants him to stop being an asshole. I ask her what she wants to do. She says that she has to go home, and agrees to let drug dealer boyfriend come get her. I tell her that he can't come to my parent's house, I will have to murder him then, to protect my parents. She says that she is going to walk a few blocks to a gas station and meet him there. I offer to drive her. She agrees. We leave, beeping the door again, and head to a specific gas station that's actually kinda far for walking distance. As I drop her off there, I ask her if she wants me to stick around. She kisses me and tells me she loves me, but doesn't want me here when he shows up. As I drove back to my parents house, I watched her in my rear view mirror, standing there in the early morning cold, my come still dripping down her legs.

"I love you too, Brooke." were the most dangerous words I have ever said.