No. She has to pay with pussy

You smile at her cruelly, your hand stroking your cock. You gaze at her petite body, open and helpless before you. You lean forward, supporting yourself on one hand and look directly into her anxious, pleading face.

"I don't care, wench," you sneer at her, rubbing your cock against her swollen cuntlips, opening them further. She shakes her head from side to side, pleading frantically with you.

"Oh God please don't, please sir don't put it in me, please. I'm not lying, I'm not on birth control, please, I haven't been with a man in a year, please, Sir, please."

"Then it's time to see what you've been missing," you tell her, pressing your cock head into her drenched cunt. She's incredibly tight, but you can feel her flowering, opening to you. She pushes her hands against your chest, continuing to beg but you can feel her hips start to rock, trying to help engulf your cock. An inch of you slides into her, her cunt walls gripping you tightly, her juices flowing over you.

"Please don't make me do it, please sir don't make me, please." Her mouth quivers begging you, but you are without mercy, slowly impaling her tight wet pussy. You look into her eyes as you press into her, seeing the mixture of fear, resignation and lust flicker across them. You have two inches in her now, and pull back a bit, then thrust forward gently, savoring the tight liquid feel of her.

"I'm going to fuck you Meghan. Would you rather I whipped you again?"

"Oh God, no! I couldn't stand that again, but I'm so scared, please sir, let me suck you, don't put it in me, please sir."

"Are you afraid to say 'fuck' Meghan? You never use the word." You sneer at her, continuing the slow steady pressure of your cock in her pussy.

She groans and arches her back, her hips rocking against you. You're enjoying the slow ravishing of the helpless girl but you wonder how long you can keep control.

"Good girls shouldn't talk like that, sir, please stop sir, please don't make me, don't make me,"

"Don't make you what, Meghan?" you ask hoarsely, pressing your cock another fraction deeper into her.

"Oh God! Oh Sir, oh please, oh God you're too big, oh please don't!" she babbles frantically, but now her arms are around your neck and her hips are rocking steadily, as if to welcome your invading cock.

"Please don't what," you demand, and suddenly she loses all control.

"Fuck Me! Oh God Don't Fuck Me!" she cries, pulling you towards her, and wrapping her legs around you, pulling you into her. With a long swift thrust your cock is buried in her, filling her, her tight wet velvet cunt gripping it. Her face strains towards you, her eyes half shut, her mouth slack with lust. Your mouth meets hers, your tongues wrestling. She is gasping, panting into your mouth.

You thrust steadily into her and she meets your tempo, thrusting back and urging you on with her legs wrapped around your ass.

"Oh, you're making me, you're making me fuck you, and it's so bad and it's so good and oh God keep making me, keep fucking me," she's whimpering with lust as you fuck, her whole body given over to the sensations of your impaling cock. You feel harder than you've ever been, as though your cock has grown two feet, and you're so deep in her that you half expect to see the tip come out of her mouth. You pick up the pace and drive into her, pounding her ass into the couch.

"Yes, oh Yes, oh Please oh Please, oh Please, oh God, I'm there, I'm There," she moans, her body wrapped around you, rocking and demanding your cock, her cunt spasming, her face flushing as her orgasms take her. Her mouth is slack, her eyes rolling back as she comes over and over, her words now just incoherent gasps.

Her raptures send you over the edge and if you had any thought of pulling out of her, it is forgotten. With a groan you thrust fully into her, your balls contracting, your cock exploding with semen, filling her cunt. You pump into her, emptying yourself, and she rocks her hips, her tight pussy tunnel squeezing the last drops out of you.

You are both panting trying to catch your breath. Her face has a sheen of sweat on it, and her eyes meet yours, with a flicker of mischievous pleasure in them, which suddenly vanishes, replaced by anxiety.

"Oh God, you came in me, Sir. Oh God, I'm really not on birth control," her face is trembling again.