She gets what she deserves

“Take it, you little Tease.” I laugh cruelly moving one hand from her hips to grab a handful of wet hair. I keep her face pressed against the tiled wall as I pull back and ram back into her again this time even harder and deeper. I am more than willing to play my part in Alison's dark fantasy of a young virgin being claimed by a dastardly villain.

“Oww, take it out Mister, please!” The only hint I have that Alison is still role playing is the way she's not using my name, other than that, I might indeed be taking a young virgin as she begs for mercy. “You're too big...please, it hurts ... I can't ... ” In spite of her protests, I can feel her inner muscles stretching to accommodate the intrusion into her depths and her body belies the pitiful pleading. I pick up the pace as she continues roleplaying the hapless tenant, “... forcing me ... Oww ... splitting me open ...ugh ... defiling my untouched body ...” her backside grinds against me forcing my cock as deep as it can possibly go.

“I'm going to take you like this ever week, Girl.” Alison's legs are spread wide and she is bent over at her waist with her face and arms pressed against the tiled wall as I plow into her roughly from behind. With each hard thrust she lets out a little yelp that may or may not be feigned. I have never taken a woman like this in my life, and I am careful not to think too much about how excited I have become. “I'm going to fuck this tight cunt of yours again and again until I've ruined you for any other man.”

“No I'm begging you, Please!” I can't tell if it is water or tears streaming down her cheeks, and to be honest at this point I don't even care. Moving my body forward, I press her entire length between me and the wall flattening her tits like scoops of mashed potatoes. From this new delightful position I whisper crudely into he pretty ear.

“What would your Preacher Daddy say if he saw you being fucked like this?” The idea of her conservative father watching his little princess being fucked like this turns me on a little, and I pull out of her just long enough to spin her around and enter her again this time from the front. Her arms wrap around my neck and she clings to me as I fuck her.

“He'd say-” her voice breaks but she finishes the sentence, “He'd say I was a fornicating whore.”

“But I **** you.” I rewrite history a little, “I slipped into the bathroom when you in the shower and grabbed you, taking your cherry as you begged me not to.” Alison's whimper is as sexy as any words could be. I slow my relentless pounding, afraid that even after her blowjob that I'd blow my load before I was good and ready. “I stole your precious maidenhead, doesn't that change things?” Alison lets out another of those whimpers that sound to me like a mixture of shame and arousal.

“He'd still say it was my fault, that I should have locked the door, or that I must have led you on.” My strokes deepened once again, each hard thrust lifting her off her toes until after the third one she didn't even try to keep her feet on the ground and wraps her long legs around my hips. “He's right, I am a sinner and a Jezebel, it's no wonder you want to fuck me like this!”

“You're not a sinner or a whore, Angel.” I grunt even harder as I press as deeply as I can into her, “but you are a tease, and for that I'm going to make you pay.” I feel the familiar tightening of my balls and know that I won't be able to hold back much longer.

“Not in me...” Alison seems to only now remember the logical consequence of unprotected sex. “Please, Mr. P, I'm not on the pill!” The way she is gyrating sends unexpected waves of pleasure up and down my body. There's really not much she can do, pinned as she is between the wall and my hard body, and her helplessness pushes me closer to the edge. “I can't get pregnant, I just can't!” I know this is not an issue, but Alison thinks there is a real chance I might knock her up and the way she is squirming to pull free of me is as exciting to me as her earlier roleplaying.