Buying the Virgin

MICHAEL

“... I’m not fooled by your apparent surrender.…”

“You threatened to carry me out over your shoulder….”

I ignore the comment. “I think about some of the things you’ve seen and experienced; the very worst of human nature. And you’ve come through it, for the most part unscathed. But I know it’s marked you. You have nightmares sometimes, and I see your reactions when you are asked questions about your past. And I know you scare, but you don’t let being scared stop you. You’ve got a core of solid rock….”

She is utterly silent, watching me, wide-eyed….

“…. But then, I compare you to the Charlotte I saw just now, making paper birds. And the Charlotte I first met, that day when James had bought you only the previous day. And you had that look, the same one you’ve got now. James had taken your virginity the day before. You behaved like a young girl who had just surrendered her virginity…. I wasn’t there, so I don’t know exactly how it went with the two of you, but he was satisfied that you were the genuine article, that he was your first man; that you behaved like a girl who’d not been naked with a man before, especially an older man…”

“Don’t you believe me?” she whispers. “After all this time, you think I was lying?”

“No, I don’t think that. Because I met you the very next day, and you were…. so sweet.…” I shake my head. “I’m having trouble matching up Charlotte-the-Almost-a-Virgin that I first met with the Charlotte-Been-Through-Hell that I only learned of much later. I can’t connect the two. You must have seen assault and rape of all kinds when you were trapped in Blessingmoors, and yet, so far as I can see, when James.... took you…. you behaved like an innocent.”

She shrugs, then stares at the ground. “Assault, beating… yes, I saw plenty of that. I was on the receiving end of some of it. Rape? No, actually, I didn’t. As the kids began to grow up, they took them away ….” She pauses, apparently thinking. “I’d never thought about it until you just put it that way…. but, yes, sometimes the staff would feel up some of the children, especially as the girls got older, but it was never actual rape.……Perhaps there was an instruction on the staff? Not to touch them? Virgins bring a higher price don’t they…?”

My stomach churns. How does she live with it? Her past?

She continues. “…and as for ‘sweet’…” She beams a smile like a ray of sunshine…. “I’m glad you thought I was sweet. With everything that’s happened, it brought the three of us together.” Her eyes are shining as she looks at me.

Oh, God…. When you look at me like that….

“How do you feel about an early night?”

throws her ‘vamp eyes’ at me.

*****

burning, the bedroom is not actually cosy, but the heat of the stove percolates

She peels off her clothes with fast, economic moves and slips between the sheets, then, lying back on the pillow, framed by her long, red hair and one arm curved gracefully back over her head, watches me undress. Just seeing her

want to push that

know it, don’t

she opens her mouth,

I

she swipes her tongue over my cock-head, lapping away pre-cum, licking her lips and making a show of enjoying it. My breath shudders and my balls tighten, so I stare at the ceiling for a moment, reining myself in. When I look down again, she’s still looking up at me, all big eyes and that little-girl-lost look she uses when she wants something, or when she’s trying to pull

around my

my balls, massaging and working them, pressing on the root of my shaft. And her mouth works up from the base, lapping

right now, cover her tongue and watch her swallow, spray her face and tits with the last

watch

want to work her, but she resists, mischief in her eyes as she grips my balls, holding me to the spot. I prise her fingers off me, and she giggles. “Straddle

down, and she swings a leg over me. “No, not like that. Over my face, and

me on all fours, presenting me with her thighs and pussy

her anyway, and here, poised just above my

‘Aaahhhh’ hot breath across her pussy and lips, and she twitches, the movement transmitting through

move under her, so instead, I grab her ass in both hands, rocking her back and forth a little, just enough that my tongue can sweep both

the

mouth over her, I swipe inside her with my tongue, her juices running down hot, as she shudders and trembles over me. Her salty, lemony-tasting, cunt pulses in my mouth, and as I release a hand to work her clit, the heat of her washes over

head lies over my groin, her breath fluttering hot over my thighs and balls as