I stood there staring at her, double, triple checking that it is in fact her. I stand there remembering her supple curves and I’m sure it’s her.

Her tits were exactly what I had always imagined hiding just behind her loose fitting bras that always seemed to threaten a slip but never provided such satisfaction. And her dark vagina was exactly what I had always imagined whenever she’d bend over to pick up her pen in front of me in class. She seemed to do it intentionally, almost as if she enjoyed watching me shift about in my chair uncomfortably.

However it’s different now, it’s her lying there surrounded by watching eyes, on a shop window daring anyone to pay her fee. I look at the price on the front, it’s a bit steep so I enquired with the bouncer at the side. He stared at me in confusion as it seemed she had been a centre of public intrigue. He mumbles something about her still being a virgin, and I’m convinced.

She always used to tease me about being a virgin, as if she was better but now I’m hearing she hadn’t lost it herself. I walk over to the front of house and inform them I’m renting her out and I’d pay the extra to take her home rather than use the back rooms. I pass the cash over and stroll back over to her.

She looks in shock when she notices my face, and then further again when she notices the manager strolling behind me with her clothes in hand.

She opens her mouth as if you say something but closes it again and proceeds to follow my directions of “get up my cars outside”. I stood watching her pull her hoodie and sweats back on and feel my dick press against my boxers in a way I haven’t since the last time I saw her.

She gets in the car silently, and I drive without uttering a word, pull up and park the car. She seems nervous to get out but I ignore it and start up the drive. She comes in and I ask why she’s even there. “I had no other option” she replies with a sadness behind her eyes.

She sits there detailing how she was kicked out of her family, and eventually college though she refuses to mention why. She had tried sticking down a normal job but it had never come off.

Finally, she arrives at the point of where she started getting involved with the brothel. She had refused to begin with to sleep with anyone as she wanted to save it for the right person but with her debts building and building she eventually conceded. She explains how she was priced up higher for being a virgin and how all she needed was this money and she’d be able to stop and try all over again somewhere else.

I sat and thought for a while, and landed on the idea that’d we’d just sit and wait a while then go back, after all she had it rough and I had known her for years. She thanked me profusely.

Sitting there I felt myself twitch again and as I was trying to shift myself away she noticed, she stares at me with eyes I had never seen from her before. Suddenly she was sat between my legs unzipping my trousers and taking my shaft out of my boxers. She licks me from the balls to the tip, before muttering “I can’t sleep with you but I can at least do this”

I had never enjoyed her voice, in fact I hated it, but for some reason this was different, soon she was taking my member as far as she could get it, but that wasn’t enough for me, I pushed her head further down before releasing. She looked at me in shock, and a sort of disgust. She moved away from me and sat at the end of sofa again.

“What was that?” I questioned. And suddenly I remembered the looks of disgust she used to give me, she always did whenever she noticed me staring or trying to hide my stiffness.

Her lack of an answer was all I needed to tip me over the edge. I stood over her and ripped the hoodie down the middle. She screamed but I ignored it, forcing her trousers down. She was wearing nothing underneath, and I just stood there staring. She was begging me not to but I could hardly hear her over the sound of blood rushing in my head.

I flipped her small frame over and shoved my twitching cock inside. I heard a audible scream as she felt me slam all the way into her cervix. I forced her head down into the sofa and pinned her down while she took it again and again. Eventually, I finished inside her and flipped her over. She stared up at me broken, like the last flame of hope had been put out, tears and make up combining to make a whores smudged face. Ironic I thought.

She hardly protested when I went again, this time watching those tits I used to lust over bouncing again and again at each stroke, the fun of the first time had worn off, it was purely for satisfaction now. She had been essentially reduced to a toy.

Having finally finished, after so many times that I had lost count, I carried her over my shoulder, filled and covered in my sweat and cum. In a way this was revenge for me, for all the times she’d make me hard just to point out and laugh at with her friends. That day I had decided that I was done with her, she was free to leave this town, because I’ll always have her first time.