Make sure she likes it

“Are you OK, Angel?” It is a few minutes after her last spark of resistance. By now Alison's rocking is in synch with mine and her vocalizations are no longer protests but have become soft gasps of pleasure and needy moans as I use every trick that I know to make her enjoy this encounter as much as I am.

“Oh Mr. P, you feel sooo good.” I smile when I hear those murmured words, whatever game she was playing before is over and now she is starting to get into this. “I can't help myself, you're taking me and I'm just letting you do whatever you want...”

“That's right Angel.” I whisper into her ear as I rock my hips a little to get even deeper into her oh-so-tight sex. “I'm getting exactly what I wanted the first time I saw you walk into my house.”

“Was this your plan all along, Mr. P?” I can feel her legs tighten around my hips and she is squeezing my cock with her inner muscles. “Do you seduce all your tenants? Do you pick out the pretty ones with young toned bodies so you can slip into their rooms and ravish them as they beg for mercy?”

“No, Honey.” I assure her even as I pick up my pace a little, “I've never done anything like this with my other tenants.” I can see her eyes starting to roll back and her breathing is becoming decidedly erratic. “But you are so damn sexy I just couldn't resist.”

“Really Mr. P?” For a moment Alison seems to forget that I made her this offer almost a week ago, “Why me?”

“Because, my Dear...” I pull almost all the way back and then slide as deep as I can into her making her whimper, “You owe me back rent...” I repeat the process a little bit harder and faster this time and her back arches as she opens her hips for me. “I warned you I'd take it out of your pretty little tushie, didn't I?”

“Yes!” I watch with satisfaction as this beautiful young coed writhes on my cock like a worm on a hook. “Oh Lord forgive me, it feels so good. So wicked, so sinful, so carnal to be together like this.” She stiffens in what might be a mini-climax and I pick up the pace even more. “You're using me like a whore.”

“You're not a whore, Sweetie.” I brush away a strand of her soft blonde hair and then drive myself into her again. “But I am fucking you, and I can tell that you like it, don't you?”

“YES!” The word comes out almost like a cry of triumph, “Yes, Mr. P. Is that what you want? I sweet little country girl to spread her legs so you can teach her what a man wants from her helpless body?”

“Yes!” This time it is your turn to be triumphant, “That's exactly what I want, and what I'm going to expect from you every week. You got that?” I don't know if it the last hard thrust or my authoritarian demand but something snaps in Alison and her head flies back and she cries out in orgasmic bliss so loud I'm glad the windows of her bedroom are closed. The last thing I need is for my neighbors to call the cops.

Even if I wanted to, I don't think I could have held back for even another minute, and when I feel her slender body jerking under mine and the sudden flood of hot juices around me, I too start to climax and fall back onto her twitching body as I pump jet after jet of my cum into her twitching pussy.