She resists you

Monica suddenly pulls up the light blanket and clutches it to her neck hiding behind it, staring at you nervously.

"Please, I don't think I can." she moans. "I've never done this." Monica's decision to play this game of hers out as a **** virgin catches you a little by surprise, but you've played along so far.

"Yes, Miss Fulton," you smile cruelly as you unbutton your dress shirt, "I thought we've covered this. I'm in the mood something fresh and sweet tonight." Tossing the shirt to the side you reach for your belt. "Like or not, tonight I'm going to make you a woman."

"I'll fight you!" She protests, sliding a little further back on her narrow bed. "I'm a good girl, Sir. You can't do this." Monica's protests are made less believable by the sparkle in her eyes. "I told my boyfriend we'd wait for our wedding night."

"You're cherry's getting popped, Girl." You do your best to play out your role in her fantasy. "You're not going to be a good girl any longer." With your trousers tossed to the side, you are wearing only underwear and a tee-shirt and you stand above her as she cowers under the covers. The way your cock is straining against the boxers has definitely attracted Monica's attention and you see her lick her lips in anticipation before returning to her game.

"No, Please!" she begs as you pull away the blanket exposing her delicious figure barely concealed in the skimpiest of white silk nightgowns. "I'm not going to just lie her and let you take me. I won't!" You start to climb next to her, but she wiggles on the bed pulling away.

"WAIT!" You actually do stop, thinking for a second that this has gone too far, but it is just Monica's way of prolonging the moment. "Wait, I'll give you money. I have almost $5,000 from my birthday. You can have it!" Again you move in, and this time you get your legs between her knees. There is a sudden flurry of action as she hits and kicks at you, but in almost no time you've captured her slender wrists in one hand and pinned them to the bed above her head. Your other hand guides the head of your cock to her slick folds.

"Oh God please stop!" she whimpers, "You're too big, it won't fit!" She's surprisingly tight considering how she came on to you, but she's no innocent virgin. The heat and moisture that greet your entry only confirms how excited she is. The only thing that stops your invasion is her cervix when you are fully embedded inside.

"Oh God, you did it!" Monica gasps still lost in her fantasy "You big dick **** me open... oh, it's big ... it hurts...hurts so good." she whimpers.

"You get used to it." you growl and pull out only to ram your cock back in, harder this time.

"No, never!" Monica's hips buck and jerk under yours, but the motion only adds to the stimulation you are feeling. "Please stop, I'm not like this, please!" Her legs kick wildly behind you as you hold her wrists with one hand and grope her tits with the other.

"Too late, you teasing slut." You ignore her weakening struggles as you thrust into her again and again, "You are one of my sluts now, and I'll come back for this tight little pussy, you can be sure of that." She moans deeply as she feels you pick up the pace her hips gradually matching your rhythm as you begin to pump in and out of her cunt.

"I'm so full, I'm so full of your cock. Oh God it feels so good." Monica is rocking in time to your hard thrusts, "Oh why does it feel so good? You're trying to make me cum." Her legs stop kicking, instead they wrap around your waist and pull you deeper. There is no longer any need to hold her wrists, but even when you bury your fingers in her blonde hair, she keeps her arms high over her head as if she is still being held as you pound into her helpless cunt.

"You bastard, you want me to cum, don't you?" Her eyes roll back in their sockets as she clutches at your arms again. "I won't...I can't... I mustn't... OH GOD!" You can feel her pussy spasming around you cock as suddenly it fills with hot juices. You are more than ready to cum. It's been too long since you had this kind of animalistic sex and your balls are heavy with semen. Grunting with each hard thrust, your balls contract, filling the writhing girl with your seed.

You wait only long enough for her orgasm to fade before you pick up the pace once again. Clearly Monica knows all the signs, because she adds one final twist to this little fantasy of hers.

"Please, Sir!" She begs, "don't cum inside me, I'm not on the pill." Other than her words, she is giving every indication that she wants exactly that. Her legs are as tight as ever around your hips, and her hands pull even harder on your muscular forearms. "I can't get pregnant, please Sir, I'll do anything you want if you don't fill my sex!"

"I'll do whatever I feel like Miss Fulton, any time I like." Her moan of surrender is almost enough to bring you over the top, but you continue fucking her for a few more minutes as she continues to thrash and squirm. In the end, pulling out isn't even an option; her toned legs wrapped around your waist you had no chance to do anything other than fill her with pulse after pulse of cum.