Slap Her Back

Reflexively you return Alison’s slap, perhaps a little too forcefully. She falls back on the floor, her hand held against her stinging cheek.

"You bastard!" She cries.

You stare at each other for a moment. She’s almost hyperventilating, her chest heaving rapidly. Your own breathing is ragged too. What have you done? She can see to it that you’ll never work in this town again.

Alison’s breathing slows. She bites her lower lip. You've somehow turned her on! Then slowly and deliberately, she bends one knee and draws her leg toward her, before letting her thigh drop to the side, exposing her panty-covered crotch to you. Her eyes are frightened, but her expression dares you to go further.

Without breaking eye-contact you drop to your knees and position yourself between her legs. You run a hand up her inner thigh, then stroke her panty gusset with your fingers. She gasps, almost recoils, then thinks better of it. Her eyes are wide and shining, pupils dilated.

You start rubbing her pussy harder, your fingers exploring the topology of her cunt through the sheer, silky material of her pink panties. Still you meet her gaze. You can feel a wet patch start to form.

You start to pull her panties down from her hips. If Alison wanted to be helpful, she’d lift her ass from the ground so you could get them off easier. But she doesn’t, so you yank harder and they tear on one side. Another tug completes the destruction of her panties. She gasps.

You look down at her exposed pussy, sweet and delicate. Alison Brie’s millions of fans, wanking over screen-captures, **** for a nip-slip, can only dream of being in your position.