KARTER

by Scott Hildreth

  “I like fucking you,” he smiled.

  “Okay, let’s go. I’m ready,” I stood from the couch and grinned, “hopefully your old ass won’t have a heart attack on the way over there.”

  He stood from the couch and raised one eyebrow, “Say again? Did you call me old?”

  I looked down at his boots smiled. I glanced at my Chuck’s. There was no way he could outrun me in boots. No way. I needed to make a quick exit. I glanced toward the door and made sure I had a clear shot.

  “They say the hearing is the first sign of old age,” I paused and grinned.

  I cupped my hands around my mouth and screamed, “Hopefully your old ass won’t have a heart attack on the way over there.”

  And I took off in a dead run toward the door. Hopefully when he caught me, if he caught me, he’d grudge fuck me and teach me a lesson about respect.

  A girl can always reserve hope.

  KARTER. As the elevator doors began to close, I heard his boots on the floor of the hallway. With twelve inches of space left between the closing doors, I watched Jak come around the corner. I continued to press the close button with my thumb as I waved with my free hand and smiled. Relieved to have won the race, I sighed as the elevator began to rise. He was able to run much faster in his boots than I ever would have imagined. Luckily, I caught a break in cross traffic and ran between two oncoming cars. Jak had to wait for another pause in traffic before he was able to cross the street. The sixty second head start wasn’t enough to overcome his strength, stamina, and determination to catch me. The closer we got to my five story building, the less distance separated us. At least now I would be able to lock him out of my apartment until he cooled off.

  Then he could grudge fuck me.

  I stood in the elevator and waited for it to reach the fifth floor. I was out of breath and obviously a little more out of shape than I had thought. As the elevator dinged and the doors opened, I sighed and attempted to catch my breath. The old elevator would have to go back to the first floor and pick up Jak, so I should have plenty of time. As I walked the length of the hallway to my loft, I smiled at the thought of Jak fucking me. Everything about him excited me, but when we made love it was almost unexplainable.

  I reached into my pocket and fought to find my keys as I turned the corner toward my doorway. As I looked up, Jak was leaning on the door, smiling.

  He raised one eyebrow, “Old ass? Heart attack?”

  I’m fucked.

  He wasn’t even short of breath. I blinked my eyes and stared. What the fuck? There was only one elevator. Navy SEAL or not, impossible was impossible, and this was impossible. I pulled the keys from the pocket of my shorts and reached for the lock. Jak continued to glare at me with the stink eye.

  “How…”

  Jak nodded his head toward the stairs, “Stairs.”

  “You ran up five flights of stairs? Before I…” I shook my head in disbelief and didn’t even finish my sentence.

  He nodded his head.

  “Are you going to teach me a…”

  “Lesson?” he asked before I finished speaking.

  I lowered my head in disgrace. Something about playing a trick on Jak didn’t seem quite so funny now. I pushed the key into the lock and opened the door. As the door opened, Jak motioned inside and grinned.

  Well, at least he’s not mad.

  “Get your little ass in there,” he demanded as he waved his arm in the opening.

  Maybe he is mad. I wonder what he’s going to…

  He pointed to the corner and spoke in a stern voice, “Get over by the canvas you’re working on and strip down to nothing. Stand on the right side of the easel naked and don’t move.”

  This is the punishment? I’ll call you old and feeble every day.

  Eagerly, I pranced to the easel and pulled off my shoes and socks. After removing my shorts and panties, I realized Jak hadn’t removed anything. Wondering just what he had planned, I removed my shirt and fumbled to remove my bra.

  “What are you going to...”

  “Naked, Karter. Get the bra off,” he demanded as he stood in front of me with his hands on his hips.

  I did my best to salute him, “Yes sir.”

  He rolled his eyes and pointed to my chest, “Bra. Take it off.”

  As I tossed my bra to the floor, he walked between the easel and where I stood. He turned to face the canvas I had been working on, and admired it for a moment, “Do you have the canvas you were going to start painting on for me? The one you mentioned before you called me old?”

  “It’s against the wall, behind you,” I responded softly.

  Fully dressed, Jak walked to the wall and pulled the blank from the floor. Standing naked, I felt awkward with Jak fully clothed. I wondered what he was going to do to me. I tried to imagine what might be next, but based on my lack of experience of being in trouble with Jak, I drew a complete blank. I didn’t want to think for one minute about causing Jak to feel old or incapable, because he was far from either. To think of him being disappointed in me caused me to feel uneasy. I wanted to make Jak happy and keep him that way. As he walked toward the easel with the canvas, he turned to me and smiled.

  “Stamina, Karter. I have it. Additionally, I’m head strong. I, however, have my doubts about you. Here’s what we’re going to do. You’re going to start painting - naked. More specifically, you’re going to start painting the picture you spoke of earlier. At no point in time are you going to stop painting and study me or stare at me, do you understand?” he asked in a very matter-of-fact tone.

  Somewhat confused, I nodded my head, “Yes sir. What are you going to do?”

  “Well, now that you’ve asked, I suppose I’ll tell you. I’m going to stand here and stroke my cock. And I’m not going to stop until I cum. You’re not allowed to speak or stare, only take an occasional glance,” he responded without so much as cracking a smile.

  This is punishment?

  He removed my painting from the easel and replaced it with the new canvas. He knelt down and untied his boots. After removing the boots and socks, he unbuckled his jeans and tossed them aside. After pulling his tee shirt over his head, he stood and began rubbing his cock through his boxer shorts. Almost instantly, his rigid cock stretched his boxers beyond their design limit. As he leaned down and removed my palette from the floor and gathered some tubes of paint, I felt myself getting wet. I swallowed heavily. There had to be more to it than this. I pressed my knees together and winced as I realized the extent of my wetness. I had questions I felt I needed to ask before we got started.

  With his broad back facing me and standing in his boxer shorts, he squeezed various colors of paint onto the palette. His bicep muscles flexed as he twisted the lids on the tubes and tossed them onto the drop cloth on the floor beside the easel. It was sheer torture watching him stand half-naked as he prepared for the sexual escapades he had described.

  “Can I touch myself?” I asked.

  “Absolutely not. At least I better not catch you doing it,” he snapped.

  Oh God. This is going to be so hot.

  “What are we going to do after I’m either done painting or you’re done jacking off?” I squeaked.

  “Well, you know how most guys reach climax,” he paused and looked over his shoulder as he squeezed a tube of paint onto the palette, “and they aren’t able to continue?”

  I nodded my head and attempted to swallow. I opened my mouth and released an almost audible yes. Although I knew what I was trying to say, I was quite certain Jak heard nothing.

  “Well, after I cum I’m going to prove a point. I’m going to fuck you until one of us either cums, gives up, or collapses. My guess is I’ll do none of the above,” he smiled.

  Holy.

  Fuck.

  He picked up my laptop, opened it, and carried it to where I stood, “Unlock this, please.”

  With shaking hands, I logged onto my computer as he stood beside me in his boxer shorts. I was so aroused I could barely t
hink. After steadying the laptop, he grabbed my hair in his free hand and pulled it into a tight ponytail. As he balanced it in front of me, I saw my sexually frustrated face on the screen. He had obviously activated my web cam. As I stared into the lens and attempted not to focus on Jak standing beside me, he pulled my hair taught and breathed into my ear.

  “Smile, Karter. When you like what you see, take a pic. It’s what you’re going to be painting in a moment. And every time I look at the painting, I’m going to think of stroking my big cock and cumming all over you while you were painting it,” his warm breath and the thought of him cumming on me caused my knees to buckle.

  Oh my fuck.

  Shit.

  Iamawetfuckingmess.

  I turned my head to the right and exposed the left side of my face to the camera. With Jak still pulling my hair tight, I opened my eyes wide and lowered my chin. I moved the cursor and tapped my shaking index finger on the right click button. Instantly, a likeness of my face appeared on the screen. Jak released my hair and admired the photo over my shoulder.

  “You’re gorgeous, Karter,” he growled into my ear.

  I swallowed the lump in my throat and attempted to straighten my shaking knees. I felt my pussy dripping down my inner thighs. There was no way I’d last a minute with Jak. Not now. I was ready to cum and we hadn’t even started yet. As I stood and allowed my mind to float away to thoughts of Jak punishing me sexually, he took the computer from my hands and lowered it to the floor in front of me. Still bent at the knees, he removed his boxers and tilted the screen of the computer rearward as far as he could. As he clutched his cock in his right hand, he pointed to the palette with his left.

  “Get busy painting. Remember, don’t focus on me, keep painting until I cum, and stay quiet,” he demanded as he began to stroke his cock.

  I bent over and picked up a brush and the palette. I desperately wanted Jak to fuck me. Now sitting cross legged on the floor beside the computer, Jak began to work his clenched fist up and down the shaft of his massive cock. I glanced at the screen of the computer, studied the photo of my face, and watched as Jak slowly stroked himself. After becoming slightly more uncomfortably aroused, I began to paint.

  As I painted my depiction of the photo on the screen, Jak began to tease me. He stood from the floor, walked to my side, and continued working his hand against his cock. It took every bit of reservation I could gather to focus on the screen and not glance at Jak as he masturbated. Eventually, he sat on the floor beside the laptop and sighed heavily.

  “You know Karter, I could stroke this big cock of mine all day. I’ve got seventeen years of practice. But there’s something about looking at you that makes me horny as absolute fuck,” he leaned forward and positioned his face a matter of inches from my thighs.

  I’d had never heard Jak say fuck that I could recall. Seeing him like this was a huge turn on. I lifted my left foot and spread my feet shoulder width apart in hopes of something. Jak’s face now inches from my crotch, he looked upward, “It could be the fact your pussy is dripping down your leg. Are you horny, Karter? Do you want me to fuck you?”

  Christ on a cracker, Jak. Fuck me already.

  I nodded my head and considered responding, but knew Jak would be upset if I did. I opted to simply nod my head. He raised his chin slightly and licked the length of my pussy as he continued to stroke himself. My knees weakened and I struggled to remain standing. As his tongue touched me again, it stopped along my clit. Softly, he began to suck my swollen nub. I closed my eyes and mentally begged for him to fuck me. As my body began to tingle, I opened my eyes. Squatted at my feet with his eyes closed, Jak worked feverously on his cock as his tongue tortured my pussy.

  Please Jak, I’m dying.

  I shifted my gaze to the easel. I slopped paint from the palette to the canvas like a mad woman. In the confusion of him stroking his cock and sucking my clit, I’d forgotten our plan. If I could finish painting, we were going to start fucking. Like a woman possessed, I smeared paint on the canvas. Slowly, the painting began to come together. As I continued to attempt to focus on my work, my pussy ached and my spine tingled. I fought against each and every orgasm as they heightened. Eventually, Jak began to moan.

  Please, Jak.

  Don’t…

  Moan.

  “I think I’m ready to fuck you, Karter,” he groaned.

  “I’m going to cum so we can get busy fucking,” he breathed.

  I closed my eyes. His breathing became choppy and labored. I opened my eyes and looked down. I no more than caught a glimpse of Jak’s swollen cock, and he opened his eyes and began to slowly stand. Immediately, I looked up and tried to study the canvas.

  Please, Jak…

  “Get on your knees, Karter,” he bellowed.

  Thank you.

  With the palette still in my hand, I dropped to my knees like a female Tim Tebow preparing for a prayer. My ass hit the backs of my ankles and I opened my mouth. As I felt his cock against my lips, I began to moan. As his swollen shaft slid in and out of my watering mouth, I pressed my tongue against the bottom of his cock. After several strokes, he began to press the tip against my back of my throat. If the possibility existed to die from the anticipation of sex alone, I was mere seconds from the grave. As I felt his cock swell in my throat, I prayed for him to cum in my mouth and regain the strength to fuck me senseless. As Jak began to groan, I moaned against his cock. As his warm cum filled my mouth and throat, I mentally exhaled, knowing what was next. I felt his hands against my armpits and I attempted to stand. As my legs shook from emotional exhaustion, he lifted me to my feet.

  He removed the palette and brush from my hand and placed them on the table beside the easel. As he leaned toward me, I closed my eyes in anticipation of a certain kiss. Our lips met, and my knees went weak again. As he held the weight of my body from collapsing on the floor, he kissed my lips with a passion I had never known. My head began to spin in circles. He hadn’t even begun to fuck me and I was done. I closed my eyes and remembered his earlier instructions. I’m going to fuck you until one of us either cums, gives up, or collapses. This was a contest I had no business being entered in. I was way out of my league with Jak.

  As he pulled his lips from mine, he studied my face. Full of desire and lustful thoughts, I stared into his eyes. I loved Jak with every ounce of my existence. After experiencing a life with Jak, attempting for one moment to live without him would be impossible. In Jak’s presence, every individual fault I believed existed within me forged together, allowing me to become a strong capable woman. Jak was the answer to a lifetime of me questioning my very own existence.

  I felt his wet fingertips glide across my stomach. I blinked my eyes and looked down. His hands covered in the paint from my palette, I watched as he smeared a colorful array of oil onto my skin. He grinned as he raised the paint covered board to my chest. He nodded his head and tilted it slightly. I reluctantly reached for the paint, fully expecting to be reprimanded. He smiled as I pressed my fingers into the reds, blues, and yellow. I rubbed the paint onto my free hand and smiled. Without speaking, I pressed my stomach to his and reached behind him. With both hands, I squeezed his muscular ass in my fingers and wiped the paint against his tight skin. As I held his butt firm in my grip, he began to kiss me again.

  As my mind became lost in the kiss, my pussy reminded me of the deprivation and torture it had witnessed for the last hour. My entire body began to tingle. I needed Jak inside of me desperately. I released his right butt cheek and slid my hand to his crotch. As I blindly fumbled to find his cock, he pulled his hips from me slightly. I gripped the half stiff shaft into my hand and squeezed as I bit his lower lip.

  You’re going to fuck me, Jak. And you’re going to fuck me now.

  I released his lip from my teeth and lowered myself to my knees. As I took his paint covered cock into my mouth the bitter taste of the paint heightened my already overly aroused state. As I worked the shaft into my mouth, I squeezed his ass in my
hands. Slowly and methodically, I worked my mouth back and forth as he groaned. The louder he groaned, the more aggressive I became. The further I forced him into my throat, the louder he moaned. As his paint covered hands gripped the sides of my head, he attempted to lift me to my feet.

  I buried his now rigid cock deep in my throat, I growled. He moaned as he squeezed my head in his hands and lifted half-heartedly on my jaw. He wanted me to consider stopping, but he loved it when I sucked his cock. I slid my mouth to the rim of the head and flicked my tongue against the tip. I opened my eyes and gazed at the floor. After finding the palette, I reached for my brush and gripped it tightly in my hand. I forced my mouth along the shaft until he was buried in my throat. As I held my mouth against his throbbing nine inches, I raised the brush to his balls and began to tickle the bottom of his scrotum. His legs immediately quivered.

  You like that, Jak?

  Fuck me you sexy beast.

  I attempted to bury his cock deeper in my throat and ran the soft bristles from his balls up and along the crack of his ass. Back and forth the brush slowly stroked as I began to work my mouth along his swollen and slobber covered cock. I slid my mouth from the tip of his cock and wrapped my wet lips around his paint covered balls and began to suck lightly. As I softly began to lose myself in working my tongue against his cleanly shaven scrotum, his hands formed tightly around my neck.

  “Time to change it up,” he growled.

  Against my will and better judgment, he lifted me to my feet. Ultimately, he was going to give me what I wanted – or at least I hoped he was. As I stood and attempted to focus in somewhat of a sexually deprived trance, he lifted me from my feet and began walking across the floor of the apartment. I wrapped my arms around his neck and closed my eyes. As he came to a stop, I opened my eyes. We were in the bathroom. My mind began to run through the possible scenarios.

  Bath?

  Shower?

  Get cleaned up and then start fucking?

  He lowered me to the floor and reached into the shower and turned on the water. He motioned toward the enclosure with his hand, “Get in.”