Take her hard

I reposition my secretary on Walt's oversized desk until she is in exactly the right height for a good hard fucking; there is no point to trying to be gentle now. Changing gears and pretending to be a caring lover at this point doesn't make a whole lot of sense. To be honest, even if this beautiful coed really had been as pure and innocent as the heroine from the Harlequin I would l have still wanted fuck the shit out of her, but I know from last week that what my needy young tenant wants more than anything is to have a man fuck her hard.

“Please don't, I'm begging you ... please I'll be -aaaiighhh!” Her squeal of pain as I plunge into the slick passage is almost certainly completely faked, but her pussy is as tight as it was last week, and the way she whimpers as I pull out and plunge back into her almost makes me almost believe I've actually popped her cherry.

“Take it!” I grunt as I slam into her again. “Take my cock, you prim and proper little virgin. By the time I'm done stretching you out, you'll be ready for any man who wants to violate your sweet little ass.” It's a little bit cruel, but something inside me is pretty certain that Alison really wants to be used like this. If not, I have all night long to make it up to her.

“Aiigh, it hurts...” Alison cries out softly with each of my hard thrusts, “...you're too big ... aigghh ... too hard ... Please Mr. Patterson, it's too much!” I might have believed her were it not for the way that each time I ram into her she is pressing back so I plunge as deeply as possible into her. “I can't stop you! You've ruined me ... made me yours ... claiming me with that monster ... oh Merciful Mother of God, he's **** me and can't stop it!” Normally I'd be put off by her words, but this scenario has been percolating in my subconscious ever since I knew which book Alison had found so arousing, and it would take more than a little roleplay to break my mood.

“That's right, Miss Miller!” I grunt after a particularly hard thrust presses her chest onto the desk. I use one arm to pin her down so her small tits squash out to the side while my other hand grabs a handful of the hair that has tumbled from it's neat bun and turn her head so I can whisper fiercely into her delicate eat. “I've popped your pristine little cherry, and now this tight cunt belongs to me.”

“No! Please not that...” Her whimper is no longer pained, now she is **** for the feeling of my cock fucking her. “You took my virginity, Sir. Your big, fat, cock claimed it but that doesn't mean you own me.”

“I think I do, Miss Miller.” I straighten back up so I can use the power of my legs to fuck her even as I maintain the grip in her hair and the hand on the small of her back that keeps her from moving as I pound into her. I slam so deep that my head bumps against her cervix that she yelps again and again with each hard thrust. “I like knowing that I can use your pure young body as my little whore.”

“I'm not a whore, Sir!” Alison's piteous wail of protest makes me want her even more.

“Oh you are, now.” I can feel the surge of pleasure as her pussy tightens around my cock, “My whore to fuck, or even -” I pause for effect, “ - to loan out to clients that I want to impress.” The way Alison stiffens under me lets me know I'm on thin ice, but what could be more humiliating for an innocent like Miss Miller to know that she might be reduced to nothing more that a piece of meat pimped out by her powerful boss. Apparently, my young tenant comes to the same conclusion because her whole body spasms as she climaxes again, this time with an intensity that I've never before seen in her.

I have no chance of holding back my own response and thick streams of semen pump into her even as she shudders beneath me.

By now we are so far away from the Harlequin storyline that the original scenario is unrecognizable, but Alison's surrender is so complete and so primal that I think I played it right. I pull her into my arms and hold her gently as she looks up at me in with her expressive eyes.