Alison makes it impossible to say no

I stare at Alison in stunned silence. Is she offering me what I think she is?

“Don't you want me, Mr. P?” Of course I want her, but she's asking me to take a big risk. I can't be a father, not at sixty. Alison however is determined not to let me say no. “Wait here, Mr. P. I'll be right back.” After a quick rummage in her closet taking out a flash of pink, she disappears to the bathroom across the hall. It doesn't take long for her to return, and when she does, I stare at her in amazement knowing that there is no way I can pass something like this up.

“Oh!” She gives me a cute curtsey. “I didn't see you there, my Prince. Can I help you with something?” The pink dress she's wearing must have been a Halloween costume or maybe a prank, but I can't imagine someone as sweet as this small-town preacher's daughter wearing something this blatantly provocative. She looks nervously over her shoulder as if she is expecting something or someone to save her. “I don't think you should be in here alone with me, your Highness.” The pink frilly dress is ridiculous, and the sweet princess she is portraying even more so, but that doesn't mean I don't want to fuck her, here and now.

“Don't you want to be my queen?” I ask innocently, already planning out all the wicked things I'd like to do to this innocent angel.

“Oh, yes your Highness; if you'll have me.” None of my concerns about knocking my tenant up seem at all important, the hard bulge in my pants is my primary concern now. “My father, the king, has told me how important it is that you find me pleasing. I hope you'll have me.” Oh, I'll have her; it is all too easy to imagine myself as the horny prince with this innocent princess to break in.

“I know, your highness.” I add to her little fantasy. “That is why I was allowed past the guards and your ladies-in-waiting were sent away. I'm going to enjoy this.” This seems to be exactly the right tone to take because I can see a hint of a smile on Alison's face before she widens her eyes innocently.

“What are you going to do to me, Sir?”

“Do you know what a man does with his bride?” I ask, softly wondering just how far Alison wants to go with her teenage fantasy.

“Not exactly, your highness.” Alison curtseys again giving me another peak at her pink breasts, “my mother told me that my chosen prince would explain everything, and that no matter how odd it sounds, and even when it hurts, that I must do it without a fuss.”

“Perfect.” I smile evilly, “let's get started.”