Page 25 of The Seller

I get nothing from her. She’s like a statue. A pretty statue kneeling at my feet.

“Take the dress off. You belong naked.”

She obeys me nearly immediately. Every time I expect her to hesitate, she doesn’t. Every time I want her to tell me the truth, she refuses to. I do not understand her at all, but I can’t get our night together out of my mind. Being inside her was like coming home. It was the kind of sex I didn’t believe in before I had it. I’m still trying to come to terms with it. I’m almost afraid to fuck her again, in case it isn’t the same.

Her body comes into view, soft breasts, pink tipped with her delicious little nipples. Her skin is like cream, and the expanse of it, along with the soft golden and brown fall of her hair serves to highlight those bright blue eyes which stare into my soul.

“There’s something about you, Siri,” I tell her gently. “I wish I knew what it was.”

As I speak, I lower the fly of my pants and let my cock spring free. Those pretty eyes lock on it with what seems to me to be real desire. She portrays innocence, but it’s an act. There’s nothing innocent about those eyes, now looking up at me from the floor. There’s no reluctance in her. If I didn’t know better, I’d say she wants to suck my dick just as badly as I want to have her mouth wrapped around it.

Siri

He’s an asshole. A beast. A monster. But he’s also my ticket out of Athens, and if a well trained fuck toy is what he’s looking to sell, then I’ll blow his mind, as well as his cock.

I extend my tongue and let it run under the head of his dick. Down lower, I find his balls. He shaves them, so they’re smooth to the touch as I let the tip of my hot, wet tongue run over them too. I am not going to give him the satisfaction of appearing reluctant, because I am not. This act is one of control, but I’m not the one who is going to give it up. He is.

He lets out a throaty male groan, an intimate sound which makes goosebumps appear instantly on my skin. I shouldn’t enjoy this so much. This should be humiliating. He’s using me. He’s taking my mouth for his pleasure and he’s not worrying about mine.

I need the distraction. I need the connection. We are not on cuddling terms, so cock sucking will do. I know I’m fucked up and twisted, but does he know that his thick, hard cock might as well be a pacifier at this point? Something to occupy my mouth and mind as I run from the shadows looming in my mind.

I almost wish I could warn him about what’s coming, but that would derail my entire plan. This only works if he stays in the dark. He can’t know who I am, or why I need to be sent away. All he can know is that my mouth is hot and wet and willing and I am a commodity ripe for trading.

So I suck him.

I suck him with my heart and my soul. I let him push his dick all the way to the back of my mouth and find the opening of my throat. I give myself to him completely. I fall into the kind of submission that is mindless instinct, my lips wrapping tightly around his hard flesh, pretending this means something. God, I wish this meant something, but it can’t. There are too many motives between us, too many lies. He sells women and I… I might be even worse.

“Fuck. Siri. Yes. Touch yourself,” he commands. “Put your fingers between your legs and touch yourself. Fuck yourself like you want me to fuck you.”

My hand was already between my legs, but now that he commands it, my fingers start to follow his will. I trace the seam of my lips and find the bud of my clit. It’s already wet, because like it or not, Stavros turns me the fuck on. He’s everything I should hate, and everything I need.

At his urging, I push two fingers into my pussy. I never used to masturbate this way. I used to just rub my clit until I came. It felt good, but never this good. It never felt complete, though it was fine until I learned what it’s really like to be connected to another person. Stavros and I share something more than the bond of our circumstances. I know we do. It’s been a matter of days and already when I think of him, I feel more good feelings than I do when I think about my entire family.

That’s really a testament to how fucked up I am. I’ve never known real love, not ever. My relationships to others have always been relationships of convenience, or commerce. The notion of being sold isn’t as abhorrent to me as it would be to most people. I’ve always known I was a commodity. It was made obvious to me in a variety of ways my entire life. Stavros isn’t the first man to mold me and put a value on me. He’s just the first one to do it so bluntly.

My fingers are deep inside me, and I can feel myself clenching around them. My body knows this isn’t his dick. It wants it to be. The first and last time he took me, it was like being changed from the inside out. Every time he thrust inside me, he made my body respond anew. When we’re connected, we form some kind of circuit, some close fucking… I don’t even know. My brain is scrambling to understand what this is.

I chose him, in the beginning. I chose him because he had a reputation for being a decent person, as far as traffickers go. People talked about the quality of his goods. The chatter was positive, and the chatter about these kinds of guys is never positive. I had no idea how much I’d end up liking him.

Wet sounds are emerging from my mouth and my pussy at the same time. They’re lewd. Dirty. They’re all mine. I’m moaning around his dick, that plunging rod of flesh which stretches my mouth the same way it stretched my pussy before. I want him to fuck me. I need him to fuck me.

But I don’t think he’s going to. He’s taking my mouth and by the sounds of it, and the erotically strained look on his face, he’s going to cum there. My pussy isn’t getting his dick tonight. But I’m going to taste his cum. I grind my hand against my clit, work my hips against my palm. I don’t care how this looks. I don’t care that I’m supposed to be his unwilling captive. There was never anything unwilling about this.

He grunts and growls and thrusts harder, one big hand palming the top of my head, keeping me in place as his hips stroke that thick rod of flesh in and out of my lips. I am almost as into this as he is, my juices slicking my fingers. I might actually cum at the same time he does.

He’s close.

I’m close.

Right before he spills his semen inside my lips, just as the moment his cock is harder and more completely erect than ever, he pulls out of my mouth and pushes something else in. I think it’s his finger, but it’s not. It’s smaller and harder. A swab. He drops it into a little baggie and I am stuck there, on my knees, my fingers in my pussy, my mind in confusion, and now his cock back inside my mouth, a few quick jerks before he fills me all the way up, my mouth full of warm seed.

“Swallow,” he says, closing my jaw with one hand and holding it until I do.

I drink his semen down in a state of confusion, tasting him on my tongue and feeling the thick, viscous fluid as it makes its way down to my belly. I can’t move. I can’t talk. I am furious.

“What the fuck was that?” I curse as he pulls his hand away and gives me the freedom of my face.

“That was a DNA test. I’m going to have it run, get to the bottom of your little mystery. I’m going to find out who you are, Siri.”

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