She loves it

“Yes!” Alison cries out as she feels the pulse of my seed filling her womb. “Yes take her, Mr. P!” Apparently with my climax her role-play of poor Gabriella has ended and now she is encouraging me to complete taking my prize. I collapse onto her soft tits pinning her to the mattress beneath me as I pumped my seed into her hot womb.

“That was amazing Mr. Patterson.” Alison breaks the silence with a soft sigh. “You threw me for a second with that God-father bit, Mr. P, but when you described how the old man started perving out on the girl before she was even out of high school I got so hot.” With a grunt of satisfaction, I roll off of her and gather her into my arms holding her trembling body tightly against my chest. “The Harlequins you bought me,” she murmurs softly as she gently strokes my cheek, “do they have wicked sex scenes like that?”

“I doubt there are any quite like that, Angel,” I chuckle, pausing long enough to kiss her fingers before finishing the thought. “Those romances aren't quite that risque, you're not going to have the heroine calling her lover 'Uncle Pat' even if they aren't related by blood.”

“What about the way the man claims his **** prize?” Alison's doe-eyes search mine nervously, “Are the Harlequin Alpha males as dominant and in charge as you were?”

“You'll have to read them to find out.” I tease her, “I wasn't too demanding was I?”

“Oh Mr. P,” Alison giggles shyly, “I told you last time, what I really like is when you take charge and take what you want.”

“Good, 'cause that's what I like too.” I tell her with a kiss on her temple. “I have to say, though that your imagination is pretty intense. I thought I was going to plant some ideas in your innocent little mind with those Harlequins, but that game you played tonight was pretty wild, what other wicked fantasies do you have?”

“I have lots of them.” Alison giggles sweetly, “At Saint T's we weren't allowed to date boys, but that didn't keep us from sharing all sorts of sinful secrets.” After a long soulful look, she smiles shyly again, “do you want to hear some of them?”

“Are you trying to get me excited again?”

“Maybe...” Alison's coy answer makes me wonder if I've misjudged her all this time, could it be that this sweet looking young woman had been playing me like a fiddle for the past month or so? “There are the ones that every girl thinks of, you know: the babysitter and the hot dad, or the athlete and her demanding coach. Do either of those sound good?” Both did actually, but I stall for time knowing that every minute I have to recuperate will be that much more likely to be able to perform when it matters.

“I bet you've got better ones than that.” I prompt her and she nods.

“How about a movie director who uses his position to seduce a hot young actresses? or maybe the star football player who has his pick of the cheerleaders?” I must give something away with that last one, because she follows up immediately. “Do you like cheerleaders, Mr. P?” She asks, “I had this one story worked out where a trio of cheerleaders from the visiting school wander into the home team's locker room by mistake. Can you imagine what it would be like for those three pretty young friends to be pulled into the room and stripped out of their colorful uniforms by a whole team of horny half-naked football players.”

“It doesn't sound very plausible,” I try my best to play down my reaction to her description. “Weren't there any adults around to keep and eye on things?”

Her wide eyes meet my skeptical look calmly and she continues without missing a beat. “Of course there was, but what if the team's coach was given his choice of the three half-naked girls in exchange for his cooperation?” It sounds like Alison has this all worked out in her head, “Don't you think it might be worth risking his job to be able to lead one of the crying teens into his office and fuck her tight young pussy into submission?” I am definitely getting hard now and Alison's hand reaches down to grab me as she smiles knowingly.

“That's even darker than your Mobster scenario.” The words come out as a hoarse grown as she starts slowly squeezing.

“I know, Mr. P.” Alison's voice is showing her excitement, “That's what I tried to tell you the other night, I'm so wicked, there's something wrong with me... and some of these fantasies get even darker. I've told you about Saint Ursula and her train of handmaidens right? Imagine that you're a barbarian warlord who's forces have just overwhelmed an entire nation and their beloved and stunningly beautiful princess is caught and brought to you.” By now there is no doubt where this is going it is just a matter of time before you can no longer hold back. “Another is set during the Spanish Inquisition when a young noblewoman's family is accused of being secret Jews and the poor Senorita falls into the hand of a licentious inquisitor who cares less about the truth than how sweet her young body looks when she is strapped to the rack.”

“Those were different times -”

“Oh, I don't think men have changed that much from way back in antiquity, Mr. P.” Now I'm being lectured by my teenaged tenant, “according to Dr. Lark, soldiers claim women as spoils of war even today.” Her breathing is getting more ragged and her sentences come out in short gasps. “As a Southerner I grew up on stories of the atrocities of Yankee raiders who stormed through the South during the great war. Invaders who rode into our small towns and villages, forcing their way into isolated plantations and demanding satisfaction from the helpless women who've been left behind by their menfolk.”

“Enough!” I growl before she can describe how my ancestors might have plundered the plantations where she grew up. I roll back on top of her and claim her mouth with mine. It is not a gentle kiss, in fact, I taste a little blood from her bruised lips when I finally lift my mouth from hers, but Alison's eyes are sparkling with excitement.

“I knew you had it in you Mr. Patterson,” She moans in satisfaction, before turning her attention to more pressing matters. “Now tell me Mr. P, who exactly you want to claim with this big, hard, cock of yours.” She squeezes me one last time before lifting her hands above her head. “Should I be the frightened cheerleader from the cross-town rivals, the Spanish noblewoman turned over to the inquisition for interrogation or the proud Southern Belle who needs to swallow her rebel pride in order to save her home?”