Not at all.

“You like spanking my tight young ass. Don't you, Sir?” Her wavering voice sounds defiant, in spite of the punishment she's taken. “If you want me, you're going to make me yours.” My cock jerks painfully in my khakis - perhaps Alison knows what I want even better than I do. Who knew that what this shy young woman needed was to be spanked like a naughty girl to break her out of her shell?

“Are you going to fight me,” I ask as I rub both her cheeks with my hands, “or are you going to be a good girl for me?” In reality a 'good girl' wouldn't be fingering herself as I tanned her backside, but I need to make sure that Alison and I are on the same page. She too seems to see how this encounter is going to end, and she turns her attention to an important details.

“I'm a good Christian girl,” Alison turns back to tease me with a sly smile. “I could never give myself to anyone but my husband on our wedding night.” We both know this is bullshit, but I find that I am willing to play along. “Please Mister, don't do this!” I know exactly what she is doing, but I am having a hard time controlling my darker urges. I swing her around so she is facing me still half-sitting on the table with me standing between her legs. Her hand is still between her legs but she is very aware of my eyes on her, because her fingers are no longer wiggling inside her pussy, instead she looks like she is trying to modestly shield her treasure from my eyes.

“Let's see these tits of yours.” I growl as I reach for the bottom of her top. She bites her lip nervously, and crosses her other arms over her tits making it clear that if I want to see her pretty young breasts, I am going to have to be more forceful. With a scowl I pull her hand away and start to peel up her tight bodice. Maybe it is because one hand is busy trying to keep her sex covered or perhaps it is because this is what she's wanted all along, but it does not take long before her tight black top is pulled over her head and twisted tightly around her arms pinning them behind her back in a bundled knot.

“Perfect.” My whisper of wonder as I stare at her breasts seems to catch her by surprise.

“They're small.” Alison tries to cover herself but her arms are still entangled in the twisted top. “Richard says I should get them enlarged.”

“Then your Dick is an idiot as well as an asshole.” I don't mince my words and Alison's big eyes seem to get even wider as she hears my assessment of the man who's been taking advantage of her. Of course, now I'm the one taking advantage of the situation, but at least I intend to make sure this beauty gets something in return for letting me take her.

“Kiss me.” It is a simple command, but I can read a half-dozen or so different conflicting thoughts on Alison's expressive face before she turns her head away refusing to offer up her soft lips in a silent surrender. I know she is playing me, but I can no longer resist. My hands release the grip on the garment twisted around her arms and instead grab her roughly and **** her mouth up to meet mine. The she tries to pull away, but within seconds her mouth opens and with a shared moan of desire our tongues start exploring. Her arms could easily work free of their makeshift restraint, but instead of discarding the top she twists it even tighter.

Her tits aren't too small at all; the soft mounds fill my hands perfectly and her small nipples tighten into hard peaks against my palm, Keeping one hand toying with her breast, the other slides along her lower ribs and over the curve of her hip until I can grab the ass that must still be tingling from her spanking.

“A condom, Mr. P, I have some in my room.” She gasps softly into my ear as I grope her roughly, “And then you can **** open my legs and ravish me.” As excited as she is, she is still focused enough to remember what's important as she continues her teasing. She looks up at me through her thick lashes coyly. “Please, get the prophylactics, Sir, and then you can use me for your perverse pleasures.” I thank my lucky stars for that decision to go under the knife years ago.

“No need for rubbers,” I growl, annoyed at myself for letting this get so far out of hand. “I've been shooting blanks for over twenty years now, ever since my vasectomy.” It takes Alison a second to realize what I'm saying, but when she does I can see the relief sweep over her followed almost immediately with feigned terror. Her bound hands push against my face and neck as she wiggles in my arms trying to break free of my tightening grip.

“Do you fuck all your tenants, then?” It might be my imagination, but she sounds almost excited by the thought. “Did you decide to rent your rooms to me because you couldn't wait to strip me naked so you could have your wicked way me?”

“No, Honey -” Alison cuts off my denial before I can even get started.

“I bet you picked me out of a dozen other college hotties.” Alison's excitement grows at the idea of me choosing her to be my next victim. "Was it my tight teenaged ass that got your attention,” she stops her squirming long enough to lean in and whisper conspiratorially “or were you hoping that a good Christian girl like me might still be a virgin?”

“What?” She catches you spluttering out a weak denial, “No Angel, it's not like that at all.”

“Are you sure, Sir. In my Woman's Studies class, we read that all men lust after virgins.” And then, with a great deal more confidence than I am used to from her, she lays back on the table and stretches her arms above her head, “Dr. Lark says that men are all stuck in a primitive biological rut; all they want are fertile young females to plant their seed in, and if the girl is still pure then they know for sure that the baby carries their genes.” She pulls her knees up and presses them to one side keeping me from seeing her sweet prize. “Even if you have to take what you want by ****, don't you at least like to try to knock up a fertile young womb like mine?”

The last of my resolve crumbles like the walls of Jericho and my hands work the buckle and hook of my pants almost on their own as I stare at this beautiful young woman laid out before my like an ancient sacrifice to the gods. A perfect figure of womanhood, just entering her prime...

“I'm not quite a virgin, Sir, but I've only been with Richard so I bet my pussy is still pretty tight.” Her back aches slightly when I pry apart her knees and her legs encircle my back pulling me hard against her naked loins. “I read once about Saxon princess who was accompanied by hundreds of pure young Christian maidens on a pilgrimage when they were all captured by a barbarian army of pagans warriors.” She stretches her bound wrists even higher above her head, “I could be one of those countless chaste virgins, and you could be the victorious Hun who defiles me as I cry out in despair.”

“I don't want to **** you...” Alison must have sense my resolve weakening because she continues her teasing without allowing me a moment of peace.

“I think you do. I think you want to ram into me and fuck me as I wiggle like a worm on a hook.” Her breathing is ragged and fast as she demonstrates how her body would squirm on the table. “I've heard that in those days, people believed that if a man could make his captive orgasm as he claimed her that she'd belong to him forever.” I doubt those barbarian warriors cared much about their prize's pleasure, but I am willing to play along. She must sense my intentions, because once again she assumes the role of the soon to be deflowered maiden she bucks and twists beneath me, but by then it is too late to stop the inevitable.

“Please Mister, don't... aaiggh!” Alison's sharp cry as I plunge into her might have been either her emulation of a maiden's deflowering, or a cry of triumph as she got exactly what she wanted from me only a few days after I completely rejected her offer. At this point I don't even care as I am enveloped by the hottest, wettest, tightest pussy that I can remember in over thirty years. Actually, not since the first time that Fran and I finally went all the way do I remember feeling anything this satisfying.