She has a solution

“I have some ...” Alison tells me shyly as I take her hand and lead her to the stairwell. It takes me a few seconds to realize what she's talking about. Even knowing about Dick's weekly visits, it still seems difficult to imagine that this conservative preacher's daughter keeps a box of condoms in her room.

“You're OK with me using yours?” Even though this is my crazy scheme, I still have trouble believing that it's really going to happen.

“Yes, Sir.” Her voice is so low I might have missed her response if I hadn’t been listening for it.

“You know,” I tell her as we head for the stairs, “when I first agreed to rent you these rooms, I thought you were a 'good' girl.” This time she just nods, but that is good enough for now. “You can imagine my surprise the first time I heard you and that young man going at it.”

“Mr. P, please, I'm so embarrassed.” By now we are at the landing halfway up the staircase, and I take the opportunity to swing her into my arms, so her jiggling tits press against my tee-shirt. Her eyes lower and I know I’ve found a **** spot in this sweet coed’s armor of faith and optimism. I use my finger under her chin to lift her face until I see the shame in her eyes.

“This is a no judgement house, remember?” She nods her head ever so slightly. “It's just I'm beginning to realize that you might not be such a 'good girl' after all, are you?”

“No, Sir.”

“That's right.” I smile gently and kiss her trembling lips. “Good Christian girls don't show off their pretty little titties, do they?”

“Please, Mr. P.” A single tear is forming in the corner of her eye, and I kiss it away before it can roll down her cheek. “Please, I try to be a faithful, but it’s hard.”

“I see.” I repeat solemnly and before she can continue, we continue up the steps to her room. Outside the door I kiss her again, this time much harder than ever before. Her back is pinned to the door frame and my knee drives between her legs until her crotch is riding my thigh like a cowgirl. Unlike the slow gently kisses downstairs on the couch, this is the kiss of a man claiming his prize. Alison surrenders to the **** without even a token fight, allowing my tongue to plunder her mouth and my hands to grope her the way I've wanted to for the past month now.

“Do good girls keep condoms in their rooms and let boys come over and fuck them whenever they like.” I growl into her reddening ear as she clings to me like a drowning woman might cling to a life raft.

“Jesus forgive me, no.” She whimpers softly, “No, I’m not a good girl, I’m a sinner and a Jezebelle.”

“Good,” I growl as I push her into her bedroom and almost throw her onto her bed. “If you had been a pure little angel, I wouldn't get to enjoy your lovely young body.” Her eyes widen and her hands instinctively wrap protectively around her breasts as I pull off my shirt in a single motion. “I want to hear you gasp and cry out in pleasure as my cock embeds itself into your tight little cunt.”

“Please Sir, the condom. You promised!” I ignore her reminder and reach for the buttons on her jeans.

“I will,” I brush aside her concerns as a single jerk opens three of the buttons with one hard tug. “But first I'm going to make you scream out in pleasure.” I pull her jeans down to her knees dragging a cute pair of cotton panties decorated with little blue flowers halfway down her thighs with them.

“I can't, Mr. P.” She whimpers softly. “It's what I warned you about downstairs, I can't feel that kind of pleasure from a sinful act.” She might believe that this is her fault, but I put the blame entirely on Dick and his twenty-minute visits.

“It’s not your choice anymore Alison, you are going to climax before I leave you.” I can see Alison’s eyes widen in understanding, and then she gasps as I pull her last bits of clothing over her feet, and she is gloriously naked before me. “But first though, where are those rubbers of yours?” She points to the bedside table with an expression of considerable relief, and I can't help but wonder what she would have done if I had insisted on riding her bare-back. It's been a while, but I still remember how to roll on the protection and soon I'm ready to go.

“If you were as sweet and innocent as I first thought,” I climb back onto the bed and push open her legs, “I'd have to take my time and be sure you were good and ready.” A quick check reveals that while she might claim to be frigid and unresponsive, her labia are already dripping, “I would have had to be gentle and caring. But we know now that you're not so pure, and I’m too fucking horny to be gentle.” I grab a handful of hair and jerk her head up so I can see the look in her eyes as I let her know just what I intend to do. “I’m going to fuck your tight teenaged cunt so hard that you’re not going to be able to walk straight tomorrow.”

“Yes, Mr. P.” She moans weakly. “Punish me! Fuck me like a Bad Girl!” Without another word I flip her over onto her belly and lower my hips onto her hot ass. I’ve always preferred to fuck a woman from behind like this, I like to be able to use my hands freely on their tits and pussy and the feeling of a woman’s buttocks cushioning my thrusts only adds to the pleasure. Alison however has apparently never even considered this position as an option because she lets out a pained groan of confusion and frustration.

“What? No, I need you, Mr. P. I need you now!” She tries to roll back to face me, but I hold her firmly in place and reach under her to push the head of my cock into her pussy. “Ohh!” Her gasp of surprise is all I need to continue and with a hard thrust I bury myself into her. “OOgghhh!” She starts to buck and twist, but I hold her wrists against the mattress; I want her just like this as I plow her from behind.

God, she feels good! Even with the rubber on, I can still feel the heat and tightness on my cock. Her pussy clenches me like a vice and I feel every inch of her hot slick channel. Eventually, I drop onto her, pinning her to the bed with my weight so my hands are free to roam wherever I want.

I am not gentle with this beautiful young woman but if anything, the way I pin her down and grab her firm tits only adds to Alison's excitement. As for her fear of freezing up, when I finger her clit as my cock pounds in and out, she thrashes and moans like a pornstar.

“That’s right you Bad Girl!” I grunt as I feel my balls twitching in anticipation. “Are you going to cum for me?”

“YES!” Alison’s voice rises to a scream so loud I wonder if her father might hear it all the way in Tennessee. “Please Mr. P, I need to, oh … oh … oh my goodness-” I do my best to time it right, but she is so ready that I almost miss the signs as her body starts to twitch.

“Cum Alison!” I order, pushing as deeply as I can into her. “Cum for me you Bad, Bad Girl!” And right then I feel the hot juices flooding the tight teenaged cunt that squeezes me like a vice, and she cries out like she's being strangled.