She's triumphant

“I knew you had it in you Mr. P.” Alison has a shit-eating grin on her face as she leans in to kiss me on my cheek. “If I just pushed you hard enough.” As I think back over the past couple days it's pretty clear that Alison did everything in her power to drive me to this point.

“You liked that though, right Mr. P?” Alison rests her head against my chest and peers up at me through her thick lashes. “You could do anything you wanted, and that slutty little tease couldn't do anything at all to stop you.” I nod silently; it is not really something that I'm proud of, but it did feel good to just fuck the shit out of that 'mean girl' schoolgirl that Alison was playing.

“I bet that Miss Miller isn't used to having a man take charge like that.” Alison twirls her finger in the grey hairs on my chest as she speaks. “She's used to being the one controlling the situation.”

“Well,” I chuckle as I pull Alison even closer, “sometimes when a girl starts playing with explosives they go off with a bang.” This elicits a happy giggle from the coed.

“That certainly was a bang, Mr. P.” Her large eyes are wheeling with excitement again. “Our sassy cocktease might get hooked on being put in her place, unless she prefers queening it over all those other men whom she has wrapped around her little finger.” I shrug my shoulders indifferently. Alison, I care about; this alter ego of hers not so much. However, my tenant isn't ready to let this go quite yet. “That slut must have had sex with so many guys - and she's still in high school. Football, basketball and baseball players, all those teachers ... guys she hooks up with at parties ... summer camp ... even boys in her church youth group.” Her breathing is getting both rapid and shallow and I've been around Alison enough now to recognize the signs.

“Wow.” I smile “I guess you've had your share of conquests.” I take in her flushed face and decide to let her expand a little on this slut personality she's playing. “What's the most wicked thing you've ever done?” I can see Alison think for a bit before deciding on her answer.

“I seduced the youth minister at the Good Shepard Bible Camp I was working at last summer.” Alison had told me about her summer job the year before she came to Wesleyan, so I get the feeling that this will be based, at least in part, on her actual experience.

“Tell me about it.” I could feel the life returning to my cock, and decided that listening to her talk about a summer camp fling is as good a way as any to get ready for another round of sex.

“Brian was amazing, Mr. P, he was caring, devout, hardworking and really cute. He was my idea of the perfect man, and of course he was already taken.” It sounds like this is a man she actually knew.

“He had a girlfriend?”

“Worse, he had a fiancée,” Alison smiles sadly at me. “She came to speak to the girls at the camp. To tell them how she and Brian were waiting until they got married before they had sex. At the time I thought it was the most amazing thing about him and I wanted so badly for him to belong to me instead of her.” The blush on her face got even darker. “At night, after the other counselors fell asleep, I'd lie on the bunk and imagine that Brian's fiancée died in a car crash, and that I was the only one who could console him in his time of grief.” She takes a deep breath, before going on. “Of course, that was the shy girl you thought you were renting these rooms to. The Alison Miller you just fucked would have taken matters into her own hands.”

“What would you have done?” I see Alison close her eyes and slip back into the role of the slutty teenager. “It wasn't that hard. The poor man hadn't been laid in years, all I had to do was open his eyes.” She pauses for a second to make sure she has my attention before going on. “At first it was just little things. Holding his gaze a split second longer than I should have, a shy smile, the hair flip or rubbing my thighs to dry my hands, you know all those things that men like.”

“Did it work?” I ask as I wonder where a girl like Alison learned all those ways to catch a man's attention.

“Well, he didn't come chase me down, but I could tell I got his attention.” Alison goes on to tell me about how she made her first big move on Sunday afternoon when the parents came to visit and the counselors had some time off.

“There was a place by the lake, I knew he liked to go there in the afternoon to pray so I went down there in my bikini and let him catch me sunbathing.”

I pretended I didn't know he was there but I watched him staring at me for almost a minute before he finally cleared his throat to let me know he had arrived.

“What did he do?” I know what I would have done for sure.

“He reminded me that we weren't supposed to wear two-piece suits, and told me to go change.”

“That's it?”

“Not really, Mr. P. I snuck back after I walked down the path and saw him with his cock in his hand beating off like a teenager.” She took my hand in hers and wrapped my fingers around my rapidly stiffening cock. “That's right, Mr. P. He was masturbating just like this.”