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“Oh, Mr. P!” Alison scrapes the remaining cum from her face with her fingers, sucking on them like a child after eating an ice-cream cone. “The things you make me feel...make me do...”

“You're amazing, Angel.” I grin back as I watch her lick the last bit of my seed from her fingers. “You really would make some lucky Master a sexy slavegirl.” Her expressive eyes drop, but it is impossible to miss the shy grin and color flooding her fair cheeks.

“I'd be so scared.” Her voice is low but steady. “You already made me serve you with my mouth, but I know that won't satisfy a man like you. You're going to make me do all sorts of nasty things ...” Clearly the idea of being at a man's mercy has my adventurous young tenant excited. The ED medicine seems to be working too, because already I can feel the blood flowing back to my penis and I see the spent rod starting to straighten.

“Oh, trust me, I will.” Alison's deep breath is all the information I need to know this is exactly what this lovely coed is hoping for. My original intention to honor the agreement and wait for the weekend now seems both naïve and stupid.

“I'm scared, Sir, but I can't stop you. You're going to fuck me until I know my role.” It is a bit of a shock to hear this sweet teenager use that particular word, but she goes on with growing confidence. “I might struggle and cry at first, but it's only a matter of time before you have me fully trained.” It's pretty clear what Alison wants, and to be honest It sounds pretty hot.

“Bend over the couch there, I want to see if you are as tight as I think you are.” Alison does a fine job looking alarmed at the sudden demand. She shakes her head slowly and backs away with her hands covering her naked body as best she could.

“Please don't do that to me, Master. I'll be the best pot girl ever, I promise.” The fact that she refers to the role of 'pot girl' makes it clear that she is still playing the role of the **** new ****. I wonder as I watch her plead if she's had these kinds of fantasies all her life. Clearly her upbringing made it clear that a woman's role in sex was to say 'No' until she marries and then to obediently spread her legs and passively endure her husband's demands. The past few days reading and rereading the **** girl books seems to have awaken in her all sorts of feeling and new experiences that she can try.

“Get those rags off, and get your ass on that couch if you don't want to feel a **** whip on your naked behind.” This threat of a good whipping seems to be the extra incentive she needs because with a sob of defeat she drops her burlap robes and bends over the back of the couch.

“I'm not that kind of girl, Sir.” The way she is squirming on the couch lifts her ass in a clear invitation, even if she's trying to pretend to be a 'good girl'. “I've only ever done this with my boyfriend, and that was kinda by accident.” I watch her as she waits for me to finish undressing. Curious to hear more about this 'accidental' sex with her boyfriend.

“Go on - tell me about this little accident.”

“It was after homecoming, and we were in the back of Joey's car making out.” Alison sets the scene with just enough words to get me interested. “We were just kissing. I didn't even take my dress off, Mister. But my panties got pushed to the side and next thing I knew he was pushing his thing up into me.” By now I am standing behind her with my hands on her hips as she tries to cover her backside with her hands. “It hurt so much, Sir, but Joey said we couldn't stop until the pain went away ... so I let him ... you know ... finish in me. It did feel a little better after that, but I was still really mad.” I can see Alison's pink slit starting to glisten with moisture, and her hands have all but given up trying to push mine away.

“Joey says it happens by accident like that sometimes, and that it's no big deal.” She turns her head back so I can see her oversized eyes blinking with a mixture of fear, excitement and need. “We're going to get married anyways ... well, we were before I was taken.”

“Sounds to me like you wanted your boyfriend fuck this pretty little pussy of yours.” I reach between her thighs and give her cunt a good hard squeeze. “What would your daddy say if he knew you gave up your cherry in the back of some teenager's car?”

“I could never tell him. He didn't even know I was dating Joey.” Her words are a little muffled by the way her face is being pushed into the cushions of the couch, but like this I'm at the perfect angle to slide my cock right into her.

“So, you're not a good girl after all are you?” I tease her as I rub the head of my cock against her slick petals. “You snuck around behind your daddy's back and let some horny boy pop your cherry!” Her head tilts up and she braces her elbows on the couch as I start slowly pushing into her hot, tight cunt.

She lets out a little moan when I push even deeper. “No, Sir! I'm not like those other girls. You have to stop ... Oh Lord please, no!” I can feel the hot juices from Alison bathing my cock as she starts to get more lubrication and I increase the pace and depth of my fucking. “Those sluts wanted to be bought by a man, they were giggling about having a man satisfy their ...oh ... their needs.” By now, I'm pounding that pretty coed as hard as I can and her words are getting harder and harder to understand.

“Nauughh you're ooough plea- uugh such a sl- aww. Don't aww please no, Sir!” Her whole body is jerking frantically now and the tight heat of her pussy is making my cock throb as she squeezes it with her muscles.

“You like this, don't you?” I pause long enough to grab a handful of her blonde hair and pull her head up out of the cushions. “Tell me you want my cock ... tell me, you little slut.”

“No!” Her fingers dig into the couch as I pound her even harder, still defiant even as I push her closer and closer to a climax. “Stop ... ow please ... you have to stop!” Her slender body jerks wildly against my hips, each thrust pushing her towards the ultimate surrender. I may have actually got her there, but instead I grunt loudly and climax with a satisfied grunt.