Pokemon Fan Fiction / Pokemon Fan Fiction ❯ untiteld ❯ Prologue

I don't own pokemon.

It was shortly after 11 when Brock entered the bar. Ash and Misty were already asleep in their hotel rooms. Usually Brock would be asleep in his own room at such and hour but sleep evaded him this night and so he found himself in a dark gloomy smoke filled room. Occasionally he would make a pass at the ladies, as always he was rejected. He was not rejected because he was unattractive; far from it, he was simply too desperate. He frightened the ladies away.

Raye sat on her stool silently surveying the males in the room. She was looking for a man for just that night. No names, no calls, just one night of fun. She saw one young man sitting by himself in the corner. He was just what she was looking for.

"Hi there handsome, you looking for me?" Brock looked up to see the vixen who had taken the seat next to him. She had unbuttoned her shirt to show the soft round mounds tucked in to the silk bra. Her skin was like ivory. Her wavy red hair was like a fire. But it was her eyes that captured him. Deep green eyes that drew men like a moth to a flame.

"H hi" Brock stuttered as he gazed at this exquisite beauty.

"Want to come with me?" she asked licking her lips and flipping her hair.

Brock nodded as she took him by the hand and led him out the door. When they got to her apartment she left him on the couch while she slipped in to something more comfortable Brock was shivering with excitement. His body screamed for release.

She appeared before him again. Her body clearly visible through a sheer red night shirt. Her nipples pressed against the fabric. She straddled his lap and pressed her body against him he could feel her nipples continue to harden and the heat from her womanhood. She felt his hard meat pulsating against the fabric of his pants increasing her own desire. But she would not give in just yet.

She wrapped her arms around Brock and pulled her body even tighter against his. She traced his spine with her finger tips. Her lips traveled from his shoulder up his neck till she found the earlobe. She nibbled gently and felt his body ripple with anticipation.

Brock pulled her against him with one hand. The other stroked the silky skin of her thigh. He felt her wetness even through his clothing. He felt his own throbbing meat aching to be inside her.

"Come" She whispered taking his hand. She led him in to her bed room and pushed him down on to the satin sheets. She then climbed atop his still clothed form. Slowly she undid his shirt and slid her tongue down his muscled chest. Lapping ever so gently at his nipples and nipping at the flesh of his abdomen. Then she removed his belt and took the zipper between her teeth and slowly pulled down. Finally she used her teeth to remove his boxers, exposing his member to the balmy air.

Brock grabbed her waist with both hands and attempted to pull her on to his waiting love rod. She pulled back slightly. She then took his hand and placed it on her tender breast. He leaned forward and kissed her neck as he fondled her. Then his lips traveled down to the sensitive nipples which he gently bit and sucked.

Raye gently pushed him back against the sheets and positioned her self above him. She felt his rod slip in to her tight pussy and moaned with pleasure. Slowly she began to rock back and forth allowing his cock to fill her completely each time. She quickened her pace slightly as brocks hands continued the rub the tingling mounds of her breasts.

Brock felt the tight warmth envelope his cock. The movement driving him to the brink of insanity. His hands rubbed and groped wildly at her firm soft breasts. His entire body pulsated with pleasure.

Their breath grew quick and shallow. Groans of pleasure escaped their lips. Both screamed in pleasure as Brocks hard cock exploded in side her releasing his creamy load.

Raye's rocking slowed to a stop. She leaned down to kiss Brock between ragged breaths. She then laid her head on his chest to rest.

The air was heavy with sweat and the musky sent of sex. Beams of silver moonlight came through the windows playing over theirs smooth skin. Their moist love glistened like crystal in the light as they lay intertwined.

As Brock lay there with his arms around her he could feel the beat of her heart against his chest. She traced her fingernails up and down his chest. He felt his cock become erect again. He assaulted her lips with a passionate kiss and moved into position. As if she had read his mind she opened her legs and invited his member to enter her.

Slowly he thrust his rod in and out. She wrapped her arms around him and pulled him against her. She moved her hips in time with his, rising to meet each thrust of his manhood. She wrapped her silky legs around him, pulling him tighter in to her.

Harder she moaned as his pecker assaulted her cunt. She screamed her ecstasy as her responded by pounding her mercilessly. His body slapped against hers with each thrust. She pulled him in hard as she reached the point of climax. Their bodies tightened as once again Brock's cock exploded forth its love juice in side of her.

He collapsed against her and rolled over totally spent. Satisfied she nestled her face in to his neck and fell asleep.