She rides you like a champ

Alicia hesitates sweetly, but before you have to coax her to climb onto you, she smiles shyly, grips your bobbing rod in her small fist and swings her thigh over yours so she is on her knees straddling your hips. Alicia's eyes take on an excited gleam as she presses your cock against her soft belly and rolls it back and forth along her warm flesh.

"Is this what you had in mind when you led me from that holding pen, Rider?" Her voice is low and breathy, but you have no trouble hearing her. "Taking a prim and proper maid from the city and turning her into a common slut?"

"Oh yeah, Sweet Cakes!" You grunt, very pleased with how your selection is turning out. "It's hard work breaking in squirming virgins, I'd much rather let you do the work."

"You Sir," Alicia wags her finger at you playfully, "are a wicked, wicked man." She lifts her herself and wiggles forward until the head of your cock is brushing the moist folds of her sex. Gods above her teasing has made you as hard as ever. "Making an innocent young captive impale herself on your nasty man pole." She lowers herself slowly onto your shaft rocking back and forth as her pussy swallowed your cock, engulfing it with a pulsing heat.

"I want you to know that I'm a good-girl, Rider." She whispers again in that throaty tone that doesn't sound at all like the good-girl she claims to be. "I'd never do something like this with my fiancé, not even once we're married, but now I have ****."

In spite of Alicia's protests, she doesn't seem at all unhappy about fucking you like a whore; her hips were grinding against your and the hand that had pushed you into her was now pulsing franticly on her sex just above where your bodies joined. "I have to do as you command. I have to." Hers eyes roll back in their sockets and her breath came out in short gasps as she rocks faster and faster on your cock repeating the phrase like a mantra "I have to ... I have to ... I have to ..." You were more than happy to lie back and let the girl fuck you as much as she liked, but when she stiffens and her passage suddenly fills with hot juices you find yourself cumming once again into her receptive body.

As her orgasm subsided Alicia collapses onto your chest and buries her nose against the thick muscles of your neck just below your ear. Only then do you reach for her, pulling her trembling torso firmly against you as small quivers of pleasure vibrate through her small frame. Her breath is as ragged as yours as she lies panting in your ear.

"Oh, dear Goddess," she gasps softly, "I really am a whore." You aren't absolutely sure, but you think you feel warm tears on the cheek that presses against your shoulder.