She submits reluctantly.

“I'm not that kind of girl, Mr. Patterson.” Alison's doe-eyes blink as if she's about to cry, but I've interacted enough with this pretty coed to know what a talented actress she is. My fantasy is to deflower a shy schoolgirl who was raised by a conservative family to value and preserve her purity, not some whore that half the school has already banged. Having this pretty young woman be a little **** is part of the appeal. All I have to do is break through her reticence and then she'll be all mine.

“Are you saying you're not the kind of girl who wears make-up and short dresses when she invites herself into an older man's house?” It is not hard to manipulate this innocent young schoolgirl into letting me have my way with her.

“Please, Sir.” Alison sniffs softly, “You're making me sound like a slut.”

“Well, Miss Miller,” I tell her as I gently pinch her nipple between my finger and thumb, “if the shoe fits ...” She opens her mouth to protest but then lowers her eyes in shame. I take this to be an admission that I am correct. I decide to see if I can get her resolve to crumble the rest of the way. “I think that under this 'good girl' facade that you are a little slut, aren't you?”

“Why are you being so mean to me, Mr. Patterson?” Alison's words come out in a breathy whimper. “I thought you were a good man.” I really am a good man, so in all my years of teaching I was careful never to let myself be put in this position. This game we are playing however, is just not real, and I can be as much of a predatory bastard as I want to be.

“I'm not being mean, Miss Miller.” I lick my lips in anticipation, “I am however a man and I'm going to do what any red-blooded man would do when offered a prize like this.” When I slowly lift the hem of her short lacy dress upwards, Alison shyly lifts her arms and lets me take it off without a fight. Wearing only a very sheer pair of panties, Alison collapses back onto the couch her eyes lowered in shame. It is hard to believe that this is the same sexy woman who fucked like a bunny last weekend in the hotel.

“I'm scared, Mr. Patterson.” The words come out in a breathy whisper that to my ears sounds sexier than the dirtiest talk in the online porn I watch too much of. “I know I deserve this for those awful pictures I texted you, but I don't think I can do this.”

“You don't have a choice, girl.” I brush the side of her soft cheek with the back of my fingers. “But you won't be a girl much longer.” My fingers brush her soft blonde hair back, so I get an unobstructed view of her round tits. “I'm going to make you a woman now, and I'm going to do it again and again in every possible way I can think of.”

“Oh, Dear Lord.” My shy student's gasp is a mixture of alarm, distress and anticipation. “This is going to happen ... and there's nothing I can do to stop it.”