Stars

She waited for the stars to come out. She knew that would be his time of arriving. He had some strange idea that they kept vigil while he was occupied elsewhere. He had lots of ideas that she barely comprehended, but she was always happy to lie in his arms and listen to his resonant voice, until she either fell asleep or he remembered his duty and left her.

She tried to remember how many years it sin since he had found her, walking the streets. Eight at least. She had been only eighteen then, and he was her first, and last, Tom. He had planned to arrest her, dragging her kicking and screaming towards the police station. She begged him to let her go.

"I'll do anything for you, Sir. Anything." She promised in the voice that she copied from the other working girls.

He stopped and looked down at her, his grey eyes piercing into her very soul. He was about to go into a tirade about how she would lose that same soul and go to hell. Then he realised just how lovely she was. Her hair was dark auburn, falling past her waist, making her look more like a olgiolgirl than a prostitute. Her luminous green eyes shone up at him, filled with terror, but oddly not loathing.

"You wouldn't know what to do." he laughed, feeling strangely aroused by that very idea. She was clearly on her first time out. He could tell by the way her body tremored when he ran his long fingers along the curve of her slender throat.

"I've watched the other girls." she whispered. "I know what men like."

She slipped her trembling fingers beneath his coat, searching for his groin. He gasped, pulling his hips away from her. Unfortunately his erection had other ideas, and she found it with the end of her fingertips. He almost exploded there and then.

He pulled her roughly into a dark ywayyway, and huskily whispered in her ear,

"Show me what other men want."

She swallowed hard, feeling a little less certain of herself now. She tried to remember what Rose had showed her. She had been invited to watch while Rose went down on a customer only the night before. The man had wanted her too, but Rose had stopped him. She didn't think the girl was ready. Well, the girl thought to herself, if I'm to avoid arr I' I'd better start learning.

She fell to her knees, and, fumbling, managed to undo the buttons on his fly. Underneath he was wearing rough undergarments, that must have chafed his skin. He helped her to find him by pulling his penis out of a gap to one side. He could see her soft lips coming closer to him. He arched his body towards her, the tip of his prick touching the edge of her lips. She was surprised to find how smooth and dry he felt. She had somehow expected a man's penis to be slippery and wet, like a snake. She closed her mouth around him, trying to remember how Rose had done it. She clamped her mouth closed tightly, around his phallus, sliding her lips back and fore, sucking hard. She began to taste salt on the tip. She felt her own sex begin to throb, and become moist. She wanted him as much as he wanted this.

"Oh God...forgive me..." he whispered, as he tilted his head back against the wall. "Stop!"

He pushed her away from him, and she fell onto her back on the r. Hr. Her skirts fell back to reveal that she wore no underwear. He could see the dark V of her sex glistening by the light of a nearby lantern. He moved downwards, and caught her by her knees, dragging her towards him.

"Do you want this?" he asked.

"Please, sir, I've never..." she whispered, longing for him to thrust into her all the same.

Instead he pulled her legs apart and buried his head against her soft pubic hair. He parted her labia with his fingers and began licking along the length of her, tasting her salt taste, and feeling the throbbing of her clit on the end of his tongue, the soft squelg ofg of his tongue against her moist cum. His fingers slipped easily into her, finding the pulsating mound inside, putting gentle pressure on her. She raised her hips to him, grinding them against his face, begging him to take more, to lick her more deeply, to finger her more deeply. She felt as though her hips would explode, and then they did. He lapped her up hungrily, but he would not take her virginity.

Thus it had been since that night. He had moved her into a small pension, telling the owners that she was his neice (they knew better), and visiting her on occasion, each time leaving her with as much as she needed to live on until his next visit. He never kissed her lips, or any other part of her. They would go down on each other, him always bringing her to orgasm while denying his own. He had al ref refused full intercourse, despite her pleading. She wondered if he went back to his home and masturbated. She could hardly believe that he could hold back for so long.

She heard the door open, and turned to see him standing in the shadows. He had aged quite a lot since their first meeting, but she still found him imposing, frightening, arousing.

He had never spoken of love, though she had often told him that she loved him. He got angry when she did so, telling her not to lie to him as she would to other men. It was not a lie. She had come to love him. Sometimes he accused her of taking other lovers. She never had but he seemed to take strange enjoyment from imagining the things she might do for another man, or sometimes even, several men.

"Undress." he barked at her now. That was new too. He had never seen her fully naked, nor she him. She did as she was told, slipping her negligee to the ground, exposing her full breasts and hips. "You are ... beautiful." he told her, his voice trembling.

"What do you want Sir?" she asked him. She had never called him by his name. To her surprise he removed all his clothes too. Her eyes opened in amazement. His body was surprisingly taut for a man of his age, with a light smattering of hairs covering his chest. Instinctively she covered her vagina, feeling like the virgin that she was, despite their years of intimacy.

"I can taste you always." he said, moving towards her and taking her up into his arms. "When I am not with you, I can taste your sex. You are my obsession. My dtiontion." For the first time ever, he kissed her long and hard, forcing his tongue between her lips. "Can you taste yourself on me? Can you? It is a taste I cannot rid myself of, and one I have to keep coming back for. Damn you." he kissed her again, while he took a breast in one hand and squeezed it hard, turning the nipple in his fingertips, then, holding her round her waist, he moved one hand downwards and forced his fingers between her legs and up into her. She began to feel afraid. He had never been this forceful, this violent, before.

"Sir, let me suck you." she begged, trying to fall to her knees before him. He kept her near to his bare chest.

"No!"

Clutching her shoulders, he threw her onto the bed. Despite her fear, she was aroused by this sudden passion in him.

"You're a slut." he told her, tearing her legs wide apart.

"Yes." she said, tears stinging her eyes as his fingernails dug into her thighs, drawing blood.

"My slut." he groaned, positioning himself between her legs, his erection brushing her labia. She instinctively moved her hips upwards. She wanted him, no matter how violently her took her. "I'll treat you like the slut you are." He thrust into her, tearing her hymen in one easy movement. He was wild now, moving against her, moving to one side, then the other, so that she felt all of him. It hurt her, but it was a delicious pain.

"Harder." she begged. "Faster."

He caught her by the hair, pulling her face up to his.

"It is not for you to say." he hissed. "I am the master. Say it!" his hips ground against her.

"You are the master." she said, feeling elated.

"And you are my slave."

"I am your slave." she agreed. He suddenly withdrew, and she was afraid for a moment that he would once again leave without coming, but instead he spun her over so that she lay face down on the bed.

"No sir, not that. Please."

"You think I am a sodomite." his mouth was close to her ear. He caught her hair again and pulled her head backwards towards him. "What do you take me for?" Again he thrust into her, tearing her labia apart with the force of his action. She was feeling sore now, but she still wanted more. She dare not ask him, because he had made it clear that he was in charge, not her, so she simply allowed him all he wanted from her. After he had taken her from behind for a while, bringing her to several orgasms in the process, he moved her back round to sitting position, forcing his erect phallus between her lips.

"Can you taste yourself now, slut?" he groaned, as her lips moved along his length. She could, and mixed with his taste it aroused her even more.

"You want me to give in, don't you?" he whispered. "To allow myself to feel what you feel?"

She looked up at him, her mouth still full of him and nodded.

"Shall I let you taste me forever?" he said. "Shall I let you suffer what I have suffered?"

She wanted to tell him that she had suffered too, that she longed for him, and had longed for the time when he truly took her. She began to suck harder, to force him to a climax. He was beginning to seep fluid into her mouth, all the time protesting that he would not give in. In one final, violent movement, he flung her back onto the bed and entered her again. Then he came, crying out his release as he had never done before. She rutted her hips against his, feeling the warmth of his cum exploding into her.

He collapsed against her naked body, gasping for breath. She was afraid for one long moment that he might die, he had waited so long for release, but gradually his breathing became calmer.

He brushed her hair back out of her eyes and looked down at her.

"Do you like this new game?" he asked.

"Yes." she replied, able to be honest with him at last.

"In that case." he murmured against her bruised lips. "Tomorrow night, you can be master. Yes?"

She smiled and relaxed into his arms. Oh, how she would make him beg for mercy when tomorrow night came.