It is not enough

“Mr. P, you really don't think I'm some kind of deviant?” It may be as much as an hour later that my young tenant rolls over and searches my face with her big dark eyes.

“No, Angel.” I pull her closer and brush a strand of blonde hair away from her face. To my surprise, I feel my cock start to swell when her soft thigh rubs against it.

“But those wicked thoughts that excite me sexually, and what I let Richard do when he comes over...”

“You shouldn't be ashamed of feeling pleasure, Alison.” I try to remain calm, so she doesn’t see that in spite of what I told her earlier, my body is starting to react like some horny teen. “Sex isn't wicked, Angel. Do you hear me?” I use my teacher voice for the last bit and Alison responds obediently.

“Yes, sir.” Her voice is as hushed and serious as mine.

“Can we try something?” I ask her softly, and when she nods her head, I tell her what I want. “Let’s go back to that confused fantasy you had, back when you first read about Ursula and her handmaidens.” I move slowly, like a hunter stalking a timid doe, aware that anything could startle her and ruin the moment. When I am laying alongside her I rest my hand on top of hers and gently shift it until her fingers are pressed into the gap between her parted thighs. “When you lay in bed back then, and imagined you were fighting to save your virtue, did you usually imagine you were Saint Ursula herself, or some nameless maiden that history has forgotten?”

“I imagined that I was a young girl about my age, an innocent maiden who knew nothing about men.” I can feel Alison’s hips start to move again as I take her back to the familiar memory.

“What about the barbarian warrior who she was given to?” I murmur into her ear, “was he young like the teenaged boys you saw at the pool, or was he an old man like me?”

“You’re not old, Mr. P.” Alison protests weakly, “but the warrior wasn’t a boy. He was an experienced man, strong and powerful … and merciless.”

“As you lay there in bed,” I ask even as my hand leaves hers and starts exploring upward, “what did you think about? I want you to describe every nasty thought, even the most intimate.”

“Please, Mr. P.” Alison pleads, “it’s so embarrassing.”

“I know, Angel.” I reassure her, “but I’m a merciless, powerful man, so you have to do as I command.” The effect is exactly what I hoped for as she gasps loudly, and her legs clamp together. By now, I’ve reached her breasts and when my hand cups her flesh she arches her back pressing her hard nipple into my palm.

“I try to fight … I know that if my legs are spread open that he’ll defile me … I fight so hard, but he's doesn't stop ...” Alison eyes are closed again, and both her hands are covering her mons as her hips buck under them. “He’s so strong … he’s on top of me, pinning me to the furs of his tent …” I roll on top of the naked young woman pressing her into the mattress with my weight and Alison’s voice becomes even more fevered. “I’m begging him, but he just laughs … Oh God … I tell him I'm a virgin ... that no man has ever been with me ...” Her legs are clenched tightly together, and I can feel her hands working at her sex hard and fast between her pelvis and me.

“Does the Hun **** your legs apart?” I prompt her. My cock is pressed against her belly and to my amazement as hard as ever.

“Yes,” Alison gasps weakly, “he's so strong, I can't stop him.” Her whole body shudders as she describes what happens. “The pagan warrior's hands press between my trembling thighs. Oh God, I’m so weak and he’s so strong …” her whole body is quivering, and I can feel the frantic pace of her fingers as she jills her pussy. “ and he pulls them open.”

“Spread them,” I growl deep in my throat as I pull her legs open just like that ancient warrior did, “spread your pretty legs so I can fuck you.” With a whimper Alison’s legs spread under me and I sink between her smooth thighs. It is a little awkward getting my cock into her because of her fingers, but once the head of my cock past her labia and the wiggling fingers, the extra stimulation they provide make the sensation even better.

“No!” Alison moans when she feels my girth pushing open her tight passage, “I can't stop him. No matter how hard I try to struggle, he takes whatever he wants from my pure, untouched body … he’s tearing me open … and I let him.” I know that this is no virgin, but the way she’s wiggling as my manhood sinks slowly deeper into her makes me almost forget. Alison's pussy is just as tight as the first time; tighter than any I’ve felt wrapped around my cock since before Fran and I were married. It’s not hard to imagine that I am that brutal warrior claiming a sweet virgin prize as she twitches beneath me.

I'm wondering if this is what I'm going to have to do to collect my rent each month. As much as I'm enjoying this **** fantasy of hers, I don't really want to have to hold down her struggling body and **** her like this every time. Alison however, is getting more and more excited by this enactment of the young Saxon maiden taken by the conquering warrior.

“Oh please,” Alison jerks under me as she pleads, “It’s so big … so hard … can’t stop you … can’t stop you … you’re making me … oh!? … Ohh! … Aiigghh!” I feel her juices flood around my cock as she cums again, hot and slick and her whole body tightens in an unmistakable climax.” The sudden heat that bathes my member makes me realize that unlike an hour or two ago, this time I forgot to use a condom. Alison is lost in this fantasy of hers, but that doesn't change anything as far as I am concerned. I have to pull out, and I have to do it now!