A good, hard fuck

"Miss Fulton," you tell her sternly, starting to get into this fantasy of hers, "when I select a girl for the night, I expect total satisfaction. I came here because I have urges that need to be addressed, and I'm going to use your tight young body to satisfy them." You seem to have hit just the right tone because Monica gives an involuntary shudder and has to swallow twice before she can bring herself to answer.

"Oh my God, Sir." Monica moans softly, "I don't even have a choice, do I?" You stand over her and unbutton your shirt slowly and deliberately as she stares up at you through her dark-framed glasses. You leave your t-shirt on for now as you shrug the collared shirt from your shoulders impatiently. The deep white scars along your ribs were not something you wanted to discuss, and you've learned over time that it is just easier to keep them covered.

"You do have a choice Miss Fulton," you chuckle as you toss the shirt to the side and start on your belt. "You can choose to submit to my demands, or you can fight, beg and cry as I spread your pretty little legs and use you anyways."

"Oh Mr. Hawkfeather, I didn't think you'd want someone like me..." Her voice drops to a husky alto when she sees just how thick your shaft is when it springs from your boxers. "I don't know if that thing will even fit in my tight pussy."

"Don't you worry about that, babe." You climb onto the bed by her side and run your hand up her smooth tanned thigh until it slips under the hem of her short nightgown, "I'll make it fit." As you expect, she is sopping wet. Monica might be pretending to be a reticent school girl, but she wants this badly and if you are reading her correctly she wants you to take charge of her needy body. You other hand grabs her by one of her pony tails and pull her down to your lap.

"If you're worried about how this might feel," you growl, "you'd better get those pretty lips of your around my cock and lube it up good."