I found a mirror I could put in the room. I was beginning to like this little room. I dug up a few more things to make it look homier. The only thing missing was water. The walls were solid concrete. Running plumbing was not an option. I'd need dynamite to get through these walls. I settled for a basin and large thermos. At least the girl could freshen up a little. Hell, it worked for our ancestors for centuries.
That afternoon I smelled smoke again. Smiling, I threw a couple of condoms in my pocket and ambled down to the boiler room. It was Brandy again. She took another puff as I came into the room. "So, you couldn't stay away even after Cynthia took care of you?"
Brandy looked disgusted. "She didn't. You had her so fucked out she went right to sleep. I was so frustrated."
"I bet," I said. "I'm glad you came back. We do have some unfinished business."
Brandy smiled and held up the cig. "Mind if I finish? I hate to waste them."
"Not at all. I'm starting to like the smell of cigarettes. Used to hate it. Must be some sort of Pavlovian thing," I said leaning against the door jamb.
Brandy smiled, "I bet you like it." As she finished the cig, she said, "I told Miss Gonzalez that you caught me smoking and I had to tell you who gave me the cigarette. She looked really worried. I told her that I didn't think you were going to be telling anybody about it. You won't, will you?"
"I'm sure her secret is safe with me," I responded, thinking about how I could use the secret to blackmail her.
Brandy took a last drag, carefully stubbed out the cigarette and stood as I entered and closed the door behind me. "Show me the room. Cynthia said you had it fixed up nice," she said.
"Cynthia certainly likes talking, among other things," I said looking at Brandy.
"I guess I'm a bad girl. Are you going to punish me?"
"I don't think so," I said. She looked disappointed. I went to the door of the converted room, shoved it open and turned to Brandy, "I think instead I'm going to ravish you."
Brandy threw up her hands and said, "No, please. Don't ravish me. You seem like such a nice man. You wouldn't do that to poor me, would you?"
I reached out and grabbed her wrist, "In a second, little girl. I'm not a nice man at all."
"No, no," she pleaded in a little girl voice. "I'm a nice girl."
I dragged her, quite easily actually, into the room, closing it behind us. "Take your clothes off."
"Not that," she said as she unbuttoned her blouse and quickly stripped off her skirt and underwear. I took a step toward her and she fled to the other side of the room where I had set a couch. She put her hands in front of her, "No please. I've never done this before."
"Then how come you've shaved your pussy?" I asked.
She looked down, putting a finger to her chin as if thinking, "Good question. Um, 'cuz Cynthia likes it that way." Then in her little girl voice again. "I haven't grown any hair yet."
I pulled off my shirt, pants, and shoes. She was still in her shoes and white socks, looking young and vulnerable but with a devilish smile. I grabbed her and pulled her to the bed. She fell onto it theatrically, with her legs spread and her arms thrown akimbo. "Oh, I am to be ravished. Be gentle," she begged putting her hand against her forehead.
Even though she was acting, and badly at that, I found myself caught up in her little girl performance. Her body had an innocent look, small breasts, bare pussy and the little girl shoes and white socks. My cock gave a lurch. I never thought of myself as a little girl pervert before. Like I said, I usually liked voluptuous women who knew how to handle themselves in a hard fuck. I stared at her bare pussy peeking out from her labia and it looked sweet, virginal, and delicate. I guess it is in all of us and my inner pervert came out.
I dove for her pussy and buried my face in it. She was sweet and tasty as my tongue lapped along her crack. The labia parted as she opened her legs wider and moaned from my vigorous assault on her privates. She was quickly moaning and turning her head from side to side as I lapped and sucked on her little girl pussy. I buried a finger in her, finding her G spot and massaging it with my curling finger.
"Oh shit," she moaned hunching her hips into the air. I had to wrap my arm around her stomach to hold her down so I could molest her writhing pussy. Her pussy flooded with her juices, driving me crazy with lust.
I needed to be in her. I looked around and didn't see any foil packets. 'Shit, left them in my pants.' I hopped up, did the fastest search you ever saw, tore the packet open, rolled the condom on, and burrowed back between her legs before she knew I was gone, almost.
"Don't," she said. "Oh, you are too big. It will hurt."
"Sweetheart, this isn't going to hurt. It's going to be the best damn thing you ever felt," as I lined up and pushed into her pussy. She had clamped down on the entrance and it felt exquisite as my cock broached her opening.
"Oh. You've stolen my virginity," followed by a deep throaty moan as my cock burrowed into her pussy.
I'd like to say that I was in complete control but the truth is I let myself be caught up in her performance. It really felt like I was fucking a virgin. I closed my eyes and imagined this was Brandy's first time. It concentrated my focus and I felt every little ripple of her pussy along my cock. My whole world centered on where our bodies were coming together; fucking, mating, pleasing each other.
Brandy's voice deepened and her innocent act fell away as we fucked, "Oh yes, fuck me, fuck me."
My climax was building. I pumped harder and deeper, slamming into her, the bed rattling on the old tired springs. Brandy was moaning and humping back. I felt my cum rising and cried out as it burst, my body vibrating with the intensity. I felt her nails digging into my arms as I pumped my cum into her, draining me until I was nothing but satiation and completion. I fell over her still buried in her throbbing pussy. Her hips writhed under me as I struggled to get my breath.
I rolled to the side, pulling Brandy with me. She snuggled into my arms and I gentled her, petting her back as we both returned to the world. 'Jesus,' I thought. 'That was some fuck.' I kissed her head, "Thanks. That was wonderful."
"Umm," she answered. "I liked it too. Did you like my acting?"
"I loved it. I almost felt like it was real. It made it more intense."
She looked up, "Really?"
"Yeah, really."
"Cool," she said her hands stroking my chest. "Cyn told me about role playing like that but I've never done it before."
We lay quietly for a while. Then Brandy looked up and said, "Cynthia and I really like going for a smoke."
"I like it too."
She smiled and played with my chest hair twisting her fingers in it.
"Brandy," I said seriously. She stopped twirling and looked up. "Maybe you and Cynthia shouldn't tell anyone else about this. We could all get in trouble."
Her eyes widened a little and she said, "Okay. I won't tell anyone else." It wasn't until after she was gone that I thought about what she had said, 'Anyone else.' What did that mean, anyone else?
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