Mr. Brooks (part1)

“Hello?” she leaned into the hangar at the small airport, looking for someone, anyone. Weird. No one in the office, no one here?

She took a few steps into the cavernous space. Two small planes were parked in there, one open. Maybe someone was inside the plane. She approached the steps cautiously.

“Hello?” she queried again.

“Help ya, darlin’?” drawled a voice directly behind her.

She jolted, whirled. Her hand came up to cover her racing heart; she was certain he could see it about beating out of her chest.

He didn’t see her heartbeat, but he definitely took note of the rack that was dancing in front of  him. Man she was stacked.

“I’m looking for Mr. Brooks?” she spoke rather sharply, attempting to direct his attention from her breasts to her face.

“Uh-huh.”

That was not much of response, the dolt! She looked at his hands, greasy with black goop, holding some kind of strange airplane part. In the top pocket of his coveralls was some kind of silver wrench thingy, and his lower pockets were bulging with other sorts of…of…paraphanalia. Plane mechanic, she mused.

“Well?” Crossing her arms protectively over her chest, she tapped her foot, impatiently. “Will you tell me where Mr. Brooks is or are you going to stand there and ooogle me like a cave man?”

He flashed her a grin that so transformed his face, from grubby mechanic to beautiful. She was struck by the sheer gorgeousness of it.  He smiled again. Damn that was one hell of a weapon, she mused, blinking herself back to the chore at hand.

“I have an appointment.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes. A-point-ment.” She spoke slowly, pointedly. Tapped the face of her watch. “Ten minutes ago. Can you tell me where to find him?”

“Yeah.”

She sighed. Some days it wasn’t worth it, it really wasn’t.

“Look, I really need to see him. I’m supposed to give him something. From my boss. ”

“That so? Money?” He drawled at her, a glint in his eye.

“No, no…I don’t have any money on me…” she raised a hand at him, warding him off, although he hadn’t moved a muscle.

“Look, is he in the plane? I really need to talk to him, and be off.”

“Go ‘head in and look for yourself” he told her, turning away. She watched for a moment as he crossed to a table under the tail, put the  strange piece down. She turned and went back to the steps, climbed up into the small plane.

There really wasn’t much room in here, she mused, looking inside. Where there should have been a row of seats, there was nothing but open space. Moving forward, there were two seats very close to each other. Pilot and co-pilot, she mused. Hearing a noise behind her, she turned, drew in a sharp breath.

“What?” she said to the mechanic. He’d doffed his jumpsuit, and wiped his hands. Dressed now in old, well-worn jeans and a tee shirt as old as the jeans, she guessed, he appeared even more intimidating than before. He was buff. Tall, tanned, tight.

A small ball of heat coiled in her belly. ‘down girl’ she thought to herself.

“Mr. Brooks at your service,” he said, holding his hand out to her.

“You couldn’t tell me that out there?” she glared at him.

“Wasn’t sure you’d believe me if I had,” he laughed. “So, you have something for me?”

Unsettled, she stared at him a moment longer before opening her small handbag and pulling out a letter, and handing it to him.

Their fingers met for a moment and she felt the electric zap of heat jump between them. He continued to smile at her, lightly stroking a finger down hers as he gently pulled the letter from her loosened grasp. She swore she could feel that stroke from her finger right to her pussy. As if he had traced a line directly to her clit.

She felt her nipples rise in response. A faint blush suffused her face as he noted them with a slight smile and a raised eyebrow.  He opened the envelope, and began reading. With his legs stretched across the tiny aisle, she tried to ooze past him, but he snagged her arm and refused to let her pass. There she stood, trapped between his legs, his hand holding her arm firmly. Her cunt was beginning to throb, she could all but hear the sizzle where his hand met the flesh of her arm.

“Well,” he said finally, “Your boss does keep his obligations, I’ll say that for him.”

“He’s a good man,”she began, but he interrupted.

“No, no he’s not. Then again, neither am I.”

She tried to pull away, but he held her fast. “I really need to get back…”

“Don’t you want to know what that was about?” He gestured to the letter on the floor where he’d dropped it. “Not even curious as to why the old man had you hand deliver this? Are  you his personal gopher that he’d send you all the way out here for that?”

“I do whatever he tells me to do.”

“I know you do. And….” he paused, gave her a smile that was at once beautiful, and sinister. “I know why. You’re not only his personal assistant, but also his submissive. He ordered you out here and he didn’t even tell you, did he?” He paused, looked deeply at  her. There was a question there, and maybe the beginnings of fear.

“He didn’t. Just looking at you, I know. ”

He pulled her closer to him, even as she struggled to get away. Bending, still holding her arm tightly, he retrieved the letter. Turned it to face her, tapping at the part he wanted her to read.

and so, Daniel, the debt will be paid. You know I have precious little by way of soft assets. Liquidity in these times is  hard to come by. Since I know your prediliction for young, desirable women, especially those with ‘luscious titties’ as you described them to me at the last munch, I give to you my slave. She will serve you well. She is a very good little thing, always seeking to please me. She could be more adventuresome, but I trust you will work that out with her yourself. In truth, I’d only just begun our training as she came to me several weeks ago, which is why she was not with me at our last meeting. “

The letter continued, but with a little moan, she released it, and tried to pull away.

“But…but…he can’ t do that to me? How can he? ”

“He owns your ass…or he did until this paper gave that ass to me. And I would like to see more of it. Strip. ”

She gaped at him.

He looked at her. After a moment he spoke in silken tones. Ones that shook her to her core.

“Little slut, I know you are confused. But you are a slut, and a slave, and as of now, mine. When your owner tells you to strip, you strip. Your punishment will not be pleasant should you defy me again. Understand?”

She shivered, terror zinging through her. Her owner had only beaten her hard that one time that first day. She had learned very quickly to obey him.

Shaking she reached up to unfasten her blouse. He stopped her, his large hot hand covering hers.

‘Wait”.

He went to the back of the plane. From a small storage area he removed a folding chair. He opened it, then sat down, crossing his leg over his knee, his arms folded across his chest. A smile flirted across his mouth but his eyes were hard.

“Slowly, little slut, very, very slowly. Tease me with your charms.”

She thought quickly to the porn videos her Master had enjoyed. They were pretty fast, but she’d been to some upscale clubs with him. Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath. Then another.

Opening her eyes, she looked at his face, into his glinting eyes. Then dropped her gaze to her top button. As she took another deep breath, she watched her own bosom rising, then falling as she exhaled. Timing her fingers to her breathing, she slowly pushed each pearly button from its little hole. Halfway down she smoothed the fabric over her tits with her palms slightly pulling the opening wider, then took a slow but very deep breath.

Her tits popped into view, her cleavage welling upwards. Chancing a glance  his way, she noted that his arms had come down to rest in his lap, and his gaze was latched onto her chest.

A few moments more and the last of the buttons was undone, and she turned to profile her breasts, gently shrugging the shirt down her shoulders, letting it glide down over her wrists to puddle at the floor behind her. Her large, upthrust tits were encased in a barely-there soft lavender demi-bra, the shelf holding them, lifting them high and barely covering the large pink circles of her areola. Even as he watched, her nipples began to pucker and rise, pushing out against the lace that restrained them.

Ignoring her bra for now, she turned fully away from him, and slowly unzipped her skirt. The pzzzzzt sound of it was loud in the quiet plane. A soft swish sounded as the lining rasped over the thin lace sides  of her panties as they rose over her softly curved hips. With barely a whisper more, it too dropped to the floor on top of the blouse. She stepped free of the pile, bending to pick them up and lay them to one side, neatly.

Salvia pooled in his mouth as her gorgeous ass mooned him as she moved, sweetly framed with the matching lace panties. The soft violet of the lace accented her skin, drawing attention to the twin globes. The thin strap that bisected her ass disappeared between them, and left him wanting to run his finger under that, to pull it firmly and watch her buck as it pulled up against her clit in front. He did love  big tits, but a nice ass was almost as good for him. And she had a very lovely ass.

Even from here he could smell the scent of her arousal. She may be nervous, may be scared shitless, but she was becoming turned on. Fucking slut. He smiled.

“Come here.” His voice was liquid lust. The heat of it further ignited her. Who knew that stripping could be such a turn on? She walked slowly, glided, really, towards where  he sat. He reached up and hooked his finger into her bra, pulling her forward and up to straddle his lap.

“Stand right here,” he ordered softly.

The smell of her was intense this close, her cunt  just below his chin, the scent wafting up at him with her every breath. It was intoxicating. If a guy could just bottle this….

He licked her exposed belly, ran his  hands up the sides of her legs, liking the smooth feel of her thigh-high nylons. He admired the curve of her calves in the heels, followed that curve up and up until he was cupping that ass with his large strong hands. He squeezed her flesh, pushing her belly close to his mouth as  he did. He licked and sucked at her softness, all the while molding her soft moons. He found the thin strap and gave into his desire to tease her. He pulled, firmly but slowly. Moving his mouth from her belly, he watched as the small triangle of lace began to be pulled into the thin slit of her mons. She moaned, bracing her hands on his shoulders, her tits nearly resting on his head. He pulled harder, and lifted upwards and she gasped and tried to pull away. He wrapped his free hand around her waist, and continued to pull up and away, until all the lace was buried in her slit, like a little gag.  He smiled to himself.

She was moaning and pulling back to ease the pressure on her little clit. He released the lace strap, then pulled forward. Then again, backward. One hand on each side of her, he sawed the panties back and forth. He could smell her wetness, and see the wetness coating the cloth as he continued to floss her.

“Please Sir, may i cum?” she rasped out her plea to him.

“No.” She moaned, a low animal sound of frustration.

“I didn’t believe you were sincere in wanting my approval,” he said, pedantically. He smiled against her belly.

10 thoughts on “Mr. Brooks (part1)

  1. Quite a little adventure …. reminds me a bit of Mistress describing how she was required to strip for her first meeting with Sir M. Aargh.

    good work as always, ‘Nilla. Mick

    1. Thank You Mick…yeah, that stripping thang…i’ve not done it (YET, she says with a laugh)…because i…get to dress like His slut…He gives me time in the bathroom to ready myself…tho there is that inspection time…

      nilla

  2. I strip for mine often. And he’s taught me how he likes it to happen: slowly, consciously, aware that he is watching me and performing for him.

    I like this story too.

    1. Thank you, sin! Yeah, that whole stripping thing…i’m still so body conscious…then again, we’re still in the new stage of things…going on 7 months, but only 2 playdates (and 2 mini dates…necking in the car like teens!)

      nilla

  3. Heh heh heh, Mr. Brooks is a bit of alright. Even if he is a cheeky devil. “I didn’t believe you were sincere…” Prime characterization. 🙂

  4. ““I didn’t believe you were sincere in wanting my approval,” he said, pedantically.”

    Indeed… I used to always tell the women I serviced to CONvince me when they pleaded for their orgasms…

    I like this character.

    Happy Thursday.

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