Here and now, for sure

“You are going to have to do much better than that Miss Miller, if you want to keep your job as my personal assistant.” Alison lowers her eyes modestly and nervously wipes a dripping tendril of goo from her face.

“I did the best I could...” At first I can't tell if she is acting out the part of the unfortunate young woman from the Harlequin, or if I am talking to my beautiful tenant, but then she goes on. “I could do that for you, Sir. I could use my mouth every day - just don't make me ...” she takes a deep breath and finishes in a rush, “Please, I want to be a virgin on my wedding night.” There is something about the way Alison plays the innocent victim that brings out the darker side of my nature. I'd like to believe that I would never take advantage of a young woman in this manner, but judging by how willing I was to turn Alison's misfortune into my perverse desires. Well I'm not so sure anymore.

“I'm not interested in how hard my employees try, Miss Miller.” Later I might be worried at how easily being a cold-hearted bastard was coming to me, but at this moment I am enjoying being in control.

“The deal was for you to swallow every last drop.” I use my finger to scrape a glob of thick white cum from her chin and use it to paint one of her small pink nipples. “And your deep-throating was barely adequate. You'll need a lot more practice before you're up to my standards.”

“But I made you feel good, didn't I?” There is no doubt that feeling her throat pulsing around my cock as she gagged on it, is an experience that I definitely want to revisit. But at least part of my excitement, and Alison's too is the storyline of the helpless innocent being mastered by a powerful man and having him claim her in the primal way that males have been taking fertile young women from before the dawn of history. Alison has not missed the fact that my penis is once again starting to swell. Her soft fingers reach out to cup the semi-hard member and the sensation of her delicate fingers curling around me only hastens the rate of my recovery. “Please, Sir ... let me try again?” Her voice is low and ****, but settling for a blow job was never my plan for this sexy young secretary.

“No way.” Using a handful of her hair I tilt her head up so her expressive eyes are looking directly into my hungry stare. “Get ready to feel a man stretch you open, Miss Miller.” I spin her around so she is bent over Walter's desk and I smile knowing that this is probably not the first woman to find herself in this **** position.

“You're not going to have any mercy on that sweet thing, Mr. P, are you?” Alison wiggles her ass back against me and my cock is starting to be as hard as it was before her sloppy blowjob. “You're going to make her squeal as you show her what a man really wants from a untouched virgin.”

“Is that all-right, Angel?” I ask, wondering what I will do if she she says 'no' but I shouldn't have worried about my adventurous young tenant. Her giggle is natural and spontaneous and she wiggles her ass again.

“That's what we're here for, Mr. P!” She glances back over her shoulder, “I like this version much better than the Harlequin's. Don't you?” When I nod silently she slips easily back into character.

“Not like this, Sir!” Her voice rises again into a near panicked wail, “I'm not an animal to be bred!” I didn't even bother to answer other than to twist my fingers into her silky blonde hair and tighten them into a fist. “Be gentle with me...” It is a futile plea, but the absurdity of it combined with her vulnerability and innocence only adds to the excitement of the moment.

My hard thrust plunges into her wet box filling her more than half-way and Alison's high-pitched squeak shatters the silence of the empty office. Without giving her a chance to recover I finish the task making her whimper again as my pelvis slams into the softness of her teasing ass pinning her to the heavy desk that I have her bent over.

I should have gotten this prescription years ago before my wife's ****, we could have stepped up our sex lives, but that is water under the bridge. What I have now is not what I ever wanted, but I'm certainly not knocking it either. The feeling of this nineteen year old's tight sex squeezing me as I pound into her harder and harder makes me wonder how much longer I can keep this up. Alison's whimpering is slowly being replaced by needy moans and gasps of pleasure.

I cum before her but it doesn't seem to matter as she collapses onto the desk pressing her firm tits into the smooth cool surface and jerking against me as I pump into her sweet pussy.