I want her pussy

“That's enough of that, Angel.” I pull Alison off me before I explode prematurely. As good as her mouth feels, I have my sights set on a loftier target.

“Wha -?” I love the look of confusion on her face as I pull her up into my arms. “Was I doing it wrong?” Her expressive eyes are opened wide as she studies me timidly. It wasn't a great blowjob, but I wasn't about to denigrate her very first attempt.

“No, Honey.” I assure her and then punctuate my words with a slow lingering kiss that leaves us both panting. “You are going to be a great little cocksucker once you've had a little bit more practice.” I sense her discomfort at the crudeness of my words so before she has a chance to object I kiss her again using every trick I've learned over the past forty years. I have not forgotten about the sensitive skin under her ears and as I kiss her I stroke the same spot with my thumb until she is mewing like a pampered kitten.

“Mr. P, no ... you said I didn't have to ...” Trust me, I have not forgotten what I told my tenant the other night, but I knew then just like I know now that it is just a matter of time before I get this naïve teenager to spread her legs for me. I decide to push a little and see if she cracks. After all the kissing, and the way she came all over my fingers I know she is good and hot; she was even getting into sucking me.

“That was before tonight.” I tell her sternly. “The deal was you would come downstairs every night and let me kiss you, but tonight I had to come looking for you.”

“I'm sorry, Sir. I was afraid something like this might happen.” The poor thing is close to tears but I can see how excited she is at the same time.

“I appreciate your apology, but things have changed.” I see the tiniest of nods and I have to hide my smile. “Instead of a partnership, you made me into a hunter searching out his prey.” Again Alison seems to silently acknowledge the point, “you know what a hunter does when he finally has his elusive quarry in his sights?”

“Oh Lord have mercy,” Alison moans softly when I bend her back and lower my mouth to taste her hard teat. “You're going to fuck me.” She sounds only partially distressed by the turn of events, her ingrained modesty warring with the way she is turned on by the imagery of a hunter subduing his prey.

“That's right, Angel.” I press her back down onto the bed with one hand, while the other goes to the waistband of her shorts. “Are you going to fight me, or is that silliness over with?”

“You're right, Mr. P, I tried to hide from you, but I don't lock my door.” Alison gasps as I gently tease one of her erect pink nipples, “So when you came to my room you found me, - then I tried desperately to please you with my mouth, but I didn't know how.” Her voice falters for a second when I pinch the tight bud but she starts up again almost immediately, “Now I have to pay the price.” She hesitates, clearly bothered by something in spite of her apparent willingness. “You're going to overpower me ... pin me to the bed … and fuck me … as hard and long as you like.”

“Almost right, Honey.” I tell her with a soft chuckle, “I'm not going to overpower you; you're going to spread your legs open for me.” I love the way she wants to sink into the bed and disappear. “You're going to apologize for being a teasing cocksucker and you're going to offer me your sweet young pussy.”

“Please, Mr. P.” Her eyes search mine for any sign of mercy, “Don't make me do that, fornication is a sin. I can't ask you to to have sex with me.” Considering everything we've done on this bed, it seems a little late to pull out the 'sex is a sin' card, but before I can try to reason with her she makes a surprising counter offer.

“But like I said, you could take me.” Of all the things I thought she might say when I knocked on her door, this is the most surprising. “You're so much stronger than me, and I'm completely naked already...” her hands move up to cover her tits modestly.

“Even if I fought and begged, you could easily pull open my legs and **** your penis into me.” Her cheeks are more flushed than ever, and her breathing is coming out in little gasps. “You can use my young body as I squirm helplessly and whimper in shame.” I really was hoping for my pretty young tenant to offer herself willingly, this obsession she has with being **** isn't really my thing ... or is it?

“I don't want to **** you, Alison.” I protest weakly, but Alison must sense my uncertainty because she refuses to let me off that easily.

“It isn't really **** if I ask you to do it.” Her eyes meet mine with a fierceness I'm not used to seeing on her sweet face. “Is it?”