More secretary training

“I think our Miss Miller still needs a lot of training if she's going to fulfil her role as my personal assistant. Don't you?”

“So now that you've broken her in,” Alison smiles at me coyly, “you're going to teach that sweet harlequin heroine what she needs to know?”

“Would you like that?” I stroke her naked thigh, marveling yet again at how soft and smooth the skin of a nineteen-year-old can be. “What skills in particular do you think she'll need?”

“Oh, Mr. P!” The excitement in her eyes is impossible to miss. “That innocent secretary doesn't know anything about how to please a man. For that first time it was OK for her to just lie there and let you fuck her, but she's going to have to do more than that if she expects to satisfy a demanding boss like you.”

Her response seems to strike the right note, because at the thought of having a sexy young secretary to attend to me has my cock is already starting to fatten. Alison tentatively reaches out to stroke it. “I still can't believe something this size can fit inside me.”

It is not long before Alison has climbed on top of my cock and is gyrating energetically above me with her firm breasts jiggling wildly. As much as I liked 'deflowering' the **** Miss Miller, having Alison ride me like this was even hotter.

“Just imagine how much your fiancé is going to like it when you ride him like this.”

“I couldn't.” Miss Miller tries to look appropriately subdued, but she slows down the insistent rocking just a little. “Besides, he wouldn't be interested in me ... not now that I've been ruined.”

“Bullshit!” My frank response makes her pause just for a second before resuming her ride. “Your young man is going to want you mare than ever once you tell him you don't want to wait any more.”

“But Sir, I can't marry him!” Alison is getting close to her climax, so I place my hands on her hips and pull her down onto my dick. “Not now that you've claimed me.”

“But I want you to marry the boy.” I smile cruelly, “In fact I want to be there at your wedding; I want to pull you away after the ceremony and fuck you when you're wearing that expensive wedding dress.”

This image of infidelity, which should have horrified my conservative young tenant instead sends her over the edge and she screams out in passion as her juices flood her pussy.

“Oh, Mr. P!” Alison collapses onto my chest, her inner muscles still milking my cock as she slowly comes down from her peak. “That is the wickedest thing I've ever heard you say. You wouldn't really do that to your innocent secretary would you?”

“No, Angel.” I assure her gently as I hold her in my arms. “I'm not some Billionaire tycoon who only cares about himself, remember?” It was a pretty awful thing to do to a confused young woman, but I could not forget how hard Alison had cum when I had suggested it.