Give her a taste

My fingers stroked the wet folds of Alison's sex, and she moans and squirms like the virgin she is pretending to be. In spite of her sobbing confession that she sent me the nude photos because she wanted this, she is once again begging me to have mercy.

“Please Mr. Patterson,” she gasps as she feels me stroking her so intimately, “You've spanked me so hard.” The pink skin of her ass confirms that last statement, and I take the time to rub her softly. “Can I go now?” I let her slide off my lap, but before she can put her clothes back in order, I stand and look down at the disheveled teen and she backs away nervously.

“I'm not done with you, Miss Miller.” Each time she steps back, I follow like a wolf stalking a wounded fawn until her back is against the wall and she has nowhere else to go. “You teased me with your pretty little tits, and now I want to see them for real.”

“What? No! ... I let you spank me Sir.” Her small hands slap at mine as I reach for the collar of her blouse, but I can see the excitement that Alison can't quite hide. “I thought that was all you wanted ...”

“Be quiet Miss Miller.” I snap even as I pull apart the blouse and expose her perfect tits. “You wanted me to see your tits, you little tease - well what are you whining about now?”

“Please Mr. Patterson, you're scaring me.” She did look scared too, and I should have felt so kind of remorse, but after four days of putting up with Alison's shy schoolgirl act, I was determined to take back a little bit of control.

“Shut up.” I growled even as I palmed one of her firm breasts and felt its warmth in my hand. “You want this, you little slut, I know you do.”

“Please, Sir ... I'm sorry.” In her current panicked state this schoolgirl sounds even younger and more innocent. “Oh God, I'm so sorry.” I silence her apologies with my mouth, covering her soft lips and sticking my tongue between her parted teeth. After a brief struggle, she surrenders into my arms and lets me plunder her mouth with only soft moans as ineffectual protests.

“But you're not a slut, are you? You're a good girl.” I murmur softly when the hard kiss finally ends, “I like tasting good girls like you.” To make my intentions clear I lick and nibble her soft skin, first her kips and cheek and then her ear and the soft skin of her throat.

“Stop this Mr. Patterson.” The whispered objection is both weak and plaintive, she knows I am going to ignore them anyways. “I'll never bother you again.” By now I've reached the swell of her breast and when my mouth captures her tightly budded nipple, she arches her back lifting the teat to my mouth in a sweet offering. I can smell the flowery scent of her bodywash mixed with her own natural scent. I've tasted her like this before, but I have to admit that listening to her babbling protests as I suckle on her makes the experience even better.

“There.” I laugh cruelly as I pull away from her tit with a 'pop'. “That's what a slut gets when she sends a man a picture of her pretty tits.”

“Oh God, Mr. P.” Somehow, I know that this is my eager tenant now, and not the frightened schoolgirl that found herself in over her head. “Are you going to fuck that little tease?” Her big dark eyes stare up at me in wonder and excitement. “Maybe bend her over that couch and pop her cherry as she pleads for you to let her go?”

“Not yet, Angel.” I chuckle when I see the disappointment in her expressive face. “I'm going to send that confused schoolgirl off, but I'm going to make it clear that if she teases me even one more time, I'm going to fuck her so hard that her pretty little eyes are going to bug out.” Alison sighs softly when she learns she's not going to get the hard fuck she's clearly craving, but I can see her mind is already playing out the possible options.

“Do you think she's learned her lesson, Mr. P?” The question is obviously rhetorical, but I let the words hang in the air like the bouquet of a fine perfume.