A not so silent night (2)

This is the direct continuation of part 1

Laughing we burst through the door at my house, almost falling down and taking the coat rack with us. In the cab back, Megan had some fun at the cabbies expense, blowing down her chest, spreading the scent of cum in the cab and being all over me.
I closed the door and helped her back up.
She leaned back in my arms, wrapping her arms around mine and said “That was the best night out ever Mike, thanks.”
“Now let’s make it the best night in as well” she continued as she turned in my arms and kissed me full on the lips, pressing her tongue in deep.
I responded in kind and soon our kiss turned passionate, our hands all over each other.
The coat rack interfered again so with difficulty we untangled ourselves, our passion thick in the air.

For a moment I was thinking with my big head again and I wondered how it was possible that this young girl could be so hot for me and I so easily seduced by her. She was smiling happily at me, walking backwards towards the living room enticing me to follow.
With a wicked grin I followed her, dropping my coat on the floor.
She had taken her coat of as well and dropped on the couch, settling in and removing her boots.
The only light I turned on was the Christmas tree, giving the room a low lit warm glow.
Removing my latex sleeveless, I dropped it on the floor as well, her rebellious nature infecting me.
I grabbed two shot glasses and a bottle of bourbon from the liquor cabinet and walked to the couch.

Megan was removing her panty hoses, giving me a good view of the string she wore.
When she settled back, I sat down next to her and removed my boots and socks.
“No music?” Megan asked when I was done and settled back.
“Sure, anything in particular you’d like to hear?” I asked her getting up again.
She was looking pensive at me when she asked “Are you really this polite or are you a sub?”
“A sub?” I said smiling “sometimes, Maria and I switch, it depends on our mood although lately we role play more than do bondage.”
“But to answer your question, I am this polite to all my friends and especially young female guests”
That made her grin but I could see her thinking something over.

Looking over the stack of CD’s at the stereo, I got the ‘One Second’ CD by Paradise Lost.
Somehow the band name seemed fitting to the situation she had left back in the states.
Megan didn’t object to my choice and she sat dresses only in her string and corset top, having removed her gloves and skirt.
She caught me staring at her body, making her smile while she patted the couch next to her, indicating I should sit next to her.
When I sat down, she poured the glasses and gave me one saying “Bottoms up.”
The burn felt good in my mouth and I could feel myself warming up again.
Megan looked flushed as well, pouring another set for us.

“So, let’s get to know each other better before we go and fuck our brains out” she said with a straight face “I start with a sex question, then you and we both answer only the full truth okay?”
“Okay, but only the truth about me, for Maria you need to ask her, deal?” I replied.
“Deal” she answered following it with “and after each set we do a little foreplay agreed?”
I simply nodded, sipping the bourbon, waiting for her question.
“Okay then, have you ever fucked my mother or any other friends of Maria?” she grinned at me.
Almost choking on my bourbon, I answered her in a raw voice “Not your mother but a few of her friends yeah.”
Megan was watching me regain my composure, awaiting my question with glee.
“How many lovers have you had so for and am I the oldest?”
“That’s two questions but its okay, I have had four partners before and you are the youngest, at least I think you are, how old are you anyway?” she asked moving in closer.
“Thirty two” I answered a bit shocked.
“Then you are the youngest” she replied moving her head to my chest.

Her tongue darted out to my nipple, giving it a good, wet lick.
She followed it by biting softly in it, applying more pressure with her teeth until I gasped, as if she waited for that she went to the other, doing exactly the same.
My hand was on her head, not pressing it down or holding it but gently stroking her hair, letting it run through my fingers.
When she came up I kissed her and moved to her neck, pulling her closer and licking the sensual side of it, sucking it a little before biting just hard enough to make her sigh.
“Nice” she whispered while I was still working her neck “next question, is there anything sex related you haven’t done yet but would like to?”
“Nothing comes to mind, just variations on a theme, for instance I would love to be sucked while I controlled the sybian” I said after a pause.
“You guys have a sybian?” she said almost jumping up.
“Yeah, the extended model, with ass and pussy option and adjustable clit tormentor.”
“Oh I got to get a ride on that” she said with the biggest grin “can I?”
“You bet, now my question, what’s it with you and older guys, not that I am complaining” I asked her.
Her mood shifted, she tried to hide it but it was too obvious to be missed.

“It’s because I am fucked up” she said, creating a bit of distance between us and I saw her eyes get wet ,she paused a while before she continued with her story “my dad played with me since I was eight and fucked me for the first time when I was eleven.”
She paused again, tears flowing down her face in black streams, colored by her makeup.
Guilt and sorrow came up in me and I leaned in to hug her but she pushed me away saying “No, I need to tell someone this, I trust you, don’t ask me why.”
“At first I hated it, I hated him but somehow I came to enjoy it, he made me feel special you know.”
”When I was fourteen he let one of his friends fuck me and soon after another one of his friends did the same.” She was sobbing now, her arms wrapped around herself.
She turned to me and continued “They fucked me several times a month for two years and when I found out they paid my dad for it I went crazy, I wasn’t special to him, I was meat he could sell.”
“I really thought he loved me, that he did it for me but he was using me, so when I told my mom, we both left and she filled charges and got a divorce.”
“It was my word against his and although we won and I hate him, I still miss the feeling he gave me.”
Megan took the tissue box I gave her and dried her tears as good as she could.
“My sort of boyfriend is a guy I met on internet, he’s forty five and married but he gave me for a little while at least the feeling I missed so much, even though I knew he was using me.”
“That’s why I am here, Mom found out and took me with her, forbidding me to see him again.”

She must have finally the look of self loathing I had as guilt and shame were battling for dominance in my head.
“Oh god no, you are not like them, please don’t be sad or mad” she almost yelled holding her arms out for me to hug her.
“Please don’t hate me, at first it may have been like that for me but you tried to be a friend first, wanting me but not taking me, you get what I am saying, it’s not the same.”
Unsure of how to act, the least I could do was comfort this young and sweet abused girl.
I took her arms into mine and we hugged with her sitting in my lap. I held her loosely, not wanting her to feel trapped. She relaxed a bit and pressed her head in my neck holding me tightly.
“I’m sorry I ruined the evening Mike, I really am” she whispered softly.

We sat there till the CD was finished, my hands tenderly rubbing her back while she held on to me for dear life. A few minutes later the silence got to her and she relaxed some more, releasing her death grip on me and stood up.