3 The Van rough and ready - Sex Stories

3 The Van rough and ready

... again.” he said. “If I could undo what I just did, I would. Tell me how to make it up to you, and I'll try.” “Fuck me like that again sometime.” she said. “Without the choking, though.” “That's how I like to be fucked, too.” Sarah said. “Even with the choking. Brad got me so hooked on it, I can't go back to boring old missionary. It does nothing for me anymore.” “Let's see if we can't change that.” he said, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. “How old are you, Sarah?” “I'll be nineteen next week.” she told him. “I first met Brad almost three years ago, when I was just past my sixteenth birthday.” “How did you meet him?” Mindy asked. “I saw him parked across the street when I was downtown.” she said. “The picture on his van almost hypnotized me, so I went across and knocked on his window. Before I could say anything, he rolled it down and said that questions from pretty girls like me cost one kiss each.” “What was your question?” Mindy asked, breathless. “I asked him if I could have a ride in his van.” Sarah said wryly. “He told me to get in, then after I was in, he told me that rides in his van cost a blowjob. I didn't care; I wanted to do it. I'd done it twice already, and I liked doing it. I still like doing it. I didn't realize how much trouble I was in until he told me to take off my clothes first. I'd never been naked in front of someone before, but none of my embarrassment made any difference to the van. I'm a little fuckslut, and fucksluts do as their told in that van.” ...

... “Yes, that was one of the rules the van has for me that is non negotiable.” Brian chuckled. “The other is that I'm not to take a life with value if I want to keep access to this power.” “That's good to know.” Rebecca said, rubbing her throat. “Why did it make you almost kill me, then? Don't I have any value?” “It didn't kill you.” Brian said, looking at Sarah. “It just needed me to get angry enough to hurt someone, so that I would recognize my own strength and power. I needed me to be able to see that I was stronger than my temper, and I was. Out in the van, I started to treat your mother very badly, but then I came to my senses, and questioned my actions. I took control of myself, and in so doing, I learned much about myself. Things that Brad could see in me, but that I might never have seen for myself without his help.” “Why did you do it to me? Sarah was the one who provoked you.” Rebecca said, a little reprovingly. “I know what Brad's punishment entailed.” he said softly. “I knew what Sarah has already been through, and I'm not going to cause her a bit more pain.” “I need some pain, sometimes.” Sarah countered. “Just because you're not Brad, does that mean I'll never get to orgasm again? Because if that's the case, I'd rather go back to taking fifty dollar bills through that hole in the wall at the truck stop.” “What did you say?” Rebecca whispered. “What exactly were you doing at that truck stop? What was Brad's punishment?” “Behind the men's room at the truck stop.” said ...