Brock's eyes shot open as the alarm blared next to him and reached over to stop it. He must've gone to bed late—usually he was wide awake before it shot off in the morning. As he blinked repeatedly to stop the blurred vision, he poured over what was making him so tired, and suddenly, a foggy memory of the previous night started to materialize. Had he really fucked Misty, or was it all a dream? If he had, what was today going to be like?
He made his way down to the kitchen to prepare breakfast and saw Ash waiting eagerly at the table.
"Brock! Not to be a jerk, but I'm finally ready for another one of your delicious home-cooked meals, man! I've been waiting for months!"
Brock tried to cloak his pride. "So that's why you came to visit, huh? It's all about the food."
"Totally," Ash quipped. "Seriously, though, I will wash all your dishes and stuff if I can just have some of your delicious rice balls and dumplings again. I'm going crazy with anticipation here."
Brock laughed and went straight to cooking. Just as the aromas began to overtake the old kitchen, Brock turned around to see Misty pulling a chair at the table. Her orange hair was down tousled, and she was wearing a long yellow t-shirt that fell about six inches above her knees. It was unclear if she was wearing any other clothes, and Brock's cock began to get stiff. He gulped as he brought the food over to his friends.
"Misty, good morn…."
"Misty, you look like you just walked through a wind turbine, dude," Ash interrupted.
Misty playfully smacked Ash. "You're such a little jerk." Ash only stopped laughing to voraciously attack the food in front of him. Brock smiled as he glanced over at Misty who shot him a grin before she started eating her own food. Brock peeked over and watched her shoot him the occasional stare, smirking every time. He wanted nothing more than to walk across the room and kiss her, but he froze at the thought of it.
Within minutes, Ash sat in front of 4 empty bowls and began to rise from his chair. "Dude, you are still the best cook ever. I'm gonna go in the back and get some morning training in. Wanna meet up in the afternoon and head into town to have some fun?"
"Sounds great!" Brock said. "And don't worry about the dishes, you're my guest."
Ash thanked Brock and grabbed his Pokebelt, dashing out the door. Brock lumbered over to the sink with an arm full of plates and started washing. He felt a gentle squeeze on his right shoulder blade and heard a whisper in his ear.
"You know, I should properly thank you for being such a great host and feeding us so well, as usual."
Brock spun around to find Misty with her long yellow tee tossed to the linoleum floor beside her. The only thing covering her smooth, ivory skin was a pink lace thong with straps that rode high above her waist. She reached over and placed her hand firmly on the ride side of his chest, rubbing up and down as she moved closer.
"I didn't fuck you because I was drunk, if that's what you were wondering," she said. "I had the courage to INITIATE it because I was drunk, sure. But I wanted it because… it's you. And I think you want me, too."
He palmed her left cheek and pulled her to him. Sucking her lips, he grabbed her boobs and began to slowly circle the nipples as he squeezed tighter. She grabbed his lower back and pulled off his shirt before he grabbed her hips to close the gap between him. The caress of her warm skin made his shaft start to throb, and he wanted her to know it. He rubbed it against her inner thigh as he started licking and kissing her neck. As he started to reach down to her panties, she stopped him.
"This time, we're gonna do something different," she interjected, her index finger over his lips. "You have been a great host, so today, I'm thanking you exclusively. From now on, you are no longer allowed to use your hands. In fact…." She pulled her thong off, and walked behind brock, grabbing both his arms. She tied his hands together with the soft fabric. "You will STAY there, and I will thank you properly. We've only got ten minutes before Ash notices anyways," she continued, with a wink.
"Are you…" Brock stopped as she began to kiss his chest and begin to crouch. She made her way to his hip bone, tracing the "V" that went down to his now fully erect cock with her tongue. She pulled off his shorts and grabbed the shaft through the thin layer of cotton of his boxer shorts. She shot her eyes upwards at his as she began to slowly lick him through the boxers. The outer layer started to get wet from her saliva and Brock's precum, and she pulled the cyan underwear down to his ankles. His tan dick flopped forward and onto her face, begging for attention. She began stroking it slowly with one hand.
"I never did tell you that you have such a pretty cock," she divulged quietly. She rolled her thumb over the copper-shaded head and gently licked the frenulum. She kept teasing it with her tongue and licked up every drop of precum that Brock was leaking. He looked down and saw her rubbing her clit as she began to take the head into her mouth. Brock groaned in ecstasy.
"Please," he pleaded. "Let me just taste you."
"Not today," she teased. "Not enough time. You'll just have to find me later to get some of this sweet, pink pussy."
She went back down and began to take more than just the head. 2 inches… 3 inches… 4… 5… 6… Suddenly, her bottom lips were grazing against Brock's balls as his entire cock was twitching in her throat. She took it out and spit on it, twisting his member with both hands. He saw a small puddle under her pussy and just couldn't take it anymore. He was getting close.
"Please. I need more of your mouth. I'm begging you."
She looked up with a faux innocent look on her face. "Like this?" she whimpered as she started swirling her tongue around his head. He gripped tightly to the thong wrapped around his fingers. Misty took him again in his mouth, now twisting with her right hand as she sucked in and out. The next thirty seconds felt like an eternity as Brock felt the orgasm flow from his testicles all the way to the tip of his penis as he began to come down Misty's throat. She kept twisting her hand and sucking as he unloaded each subsequent shot into her mouth, losing composure each time. His knees buckled with the last drops, and he leaned back into the wall and sank to the floor, undoing the knot over his hands.
Misty jumped up, grabbing her thong and t-shirt. She kissed him on the cheek. "Don't worry. You can repay me later." She sauntered out before yelling from the other room, "And you better go out there quick before Ash suspects something! I'm gonna shower!"
After panting on the floor for what felt like minutes, Brock hopped up and put his clothes back on. He walked over to the sink, splashed water on his face, and tried to get it together. He had to have a real conversation with Misty about what was going on. That was the most amazing experience he had ever had in his life, he thought to himself. But is it just sexual, or… what is this?
Distracted, he opened the back door and ventured out into the sunlit spring field. As the grass beneath him tickled his toes, he realized he had forgotten to wear shoes. No worries, he thought, today is a beautiful fucking day.