5 The Van two houses - Sex Stories

5 The Van two houses

... wish.” She looked at him, pleading. “No, I need it.” she said. 'Please don't take it off.” “If you need it, then I won't.” he said. “What I will do is this.” He handed her the leather handle. “You may give this to whomever you wish. You may also take it back and give it to someone else, if the first one wasn't a good Master. Go up to your room and pack, and if you cannot find a good Master, you may return here and present yourself to me. Go to your room and pack. In one week, if you're not back, another girl will be living in your room and there will be no place for you here.” To his great surprise, when he went out to the van with his first load of money bags, he was surprised to see a girl sitting in the passenger seat, looking anxious. Brian threw the side door open, startling her. “Hello, can I help you?” he smiled at her. She was young, maybe seventeen at the oldest, still in high school for sure. This city had nine high schools, though, so it was no surprise he didn't recognize her. “I sure hope so.” she said, licking her lips. “I saw this van across the street when I was walking home from school, and I couldn't help ...

... myself. I'm sorry, I know I'm not supposed to be over here, my Mom has told me a million times, and it always scared me before, but today... I was scared at all, and the feeling I had inside me... I just had to come over here and sit in it.” Her words came all in a gush, and she seemed unable to stem the flow. “I know it's... naughty to sit in a stranger's van, mister, but I couldn't help myself. I'll do whatever you want to make up for it.” Her eyes flicked to the back, where the bed was. “How old are you, and what's your name?” he asked, starting the van. “I'm Morgan Miller and I'll be seventeen next July.” she said. “Next July? You know it's September, right? That means you just turned sixteen.” “Yes sir.” she said, hanging her head in shame. “I'm sorry I lied.” “Hey!” he said sharply, making her look at him. “You're not a liar, especially to me, got it?” “Yes sir.” she said, shivering. “Where do you live?” he asked her. She pointed at the house on the end of this street, the only one on the other side. A fire had swept through the neighbourhood a decade ago, and it had never been rebuilt, just the blackened shells torn down.