She's been a good girl

"Yes, Sir!" Monica groans clearly excited that you have picked up on her little game. "Please, I been good, and it was so hard."

"What could be hard about being good, Miss Fulton?" You thumb her clit as your fingers press deeper into her cunt.

"My boyfriend wanted me to make love to him, Sir, but I told him I was saving myself." Monica moans as she bucks her hips against your fingers. "We were in the back seat of his car just kissing and stuff, and it felt so good." Her hand covers her mouth like she has just told you a secret and she quickly tries to recover. "But I didn't let him go all the way Sir, I promise."

"Why you little cock-tease!" You reach down to grab a handful of her blonde hair and pull her head back so she has to look you straight in the eyes. "What did you let that prick do?" Her eyes widen in excitement when she hears your coarse language.

"He stroked my titties, and sucked on them a little." One of her long toned legs starts to slide off your shoulder, but she returns it before you have to catch it. This leaves your hand free to explore those lovely tits she was talking about. Monica might be roleplaying a much younger version of herself, but the tits on her were the breasts of a fully mature woman. They are evenly tanned, nicely plump and have large brown areolae that have stiffened into erect peaks.

"Did you like it when your boyfriend sucked on your tits?" You ask as you pinch first one and then the other swollen nipple.

"Please, Sir, do I have to tell you?" When you nod your head solemnly she turns away, but tells you what you already knew. "It felt so good, I thought I was going to cum, if he had sucked on them much longer I don't know if I could have stopped him." Once again she looks at you earnestly, roleplaying the innocent girl that she is so clearly not. "But then he started trying to unbutton my shorts, Sir. So I was able to push him away."

"Good girl." You stroke her cheek softly and then trace her lower lip with a fingertip. "Is that all?"

"No." Monica whimpers so realistically you almost think she's upset, but then she continues with her fictional account. "Bobby's older brother came back from college the next week; he was so hot I didn't think about Bobby any more." As she talks you unfasten your belt and pull your cock free. "One day, when Bobby was at baseball practice, his brother invited me over. I knew I shouldn't, but I went anyways." Monica gasps when she feels your cock smack against the dripping petals of her snatch, but she doesn't stop her wild narration.

"He didn't even try to be nice. He just pulled me into his bedroom and pushed me back on his bed - just like this!"

"So you fucked Bobby's brother?!" You demand, trying your best to sound outraged, but your roleplaying ability is not why your lovers kept coming back. Your hard, thick cock on the other hand is noteworthy, and this needy teacher is about to get exactly what she's been asking for.

"No, Sir. I told him to stop!" Monica wiggles on the bed as you press your member against her sex. rubbing it up and down the slick folds of her pussy between her raised thighs.

"And did he stop when you asked him to?" You demand as you press your cock hard onto her clit. Whether it is from her story, or the feeling of your cock against her is hard to tell, but this woman is raring for a good fucking. Her legs slip off your shoulder and wrap around your waist, grinding her sex against your cock as hard as you are pushing against her. You are almost ready to loose your mind, but Monica continues with her story.

"He pulled off my shorts and panties as I struggled on his bed, and pushed my shirt up so he could squeeze my tits. I tried to stop him but he was too strong." The image of this innocent blonde tease being forcefully stripped by her boyfriend's older brother as she fights to stop him should not turn you on, but -

"But nothing happened, Sir!" Monica interrupts that disturbing train of thought. "Bobby's Mom came home and he had to stop."

"That's it?" You challenge her. "I don't believe you Miss Fulton." You snarl at her as she gasps in delight. "I think you knew exactly what was going to happen when you went to see Bobby's brother." Her response is only to moan and grind her hips harder against you trying to get your cock where she needs it. "I bet you'd been teasing him all summer long and you wanted him to fuck you." You grab her hair again giving it a good hard yank. "Are you sure you didn't go back later so he could finish what he started?"

"No Sir, I'm a good girl. I am!" Her eyes are closed again and one hand is twisting at her breast while the other one is frigging at her clit.

"Well Miss Fulton, maybe your are." You use your other hand to press the tip of your cock just inside her waiting passage still holding on to a handful of her thick hair. "But are you going to let me fuck you like you almost let Bobby, or are you going to struggle and fight me like you fought his brother?"