Something a little gentler

“Oh Mr. P,” Alison gasps softly when I pause long enough to catch my breath, “that is a very wicked thing to do.” The smile on her face tells me she is not put off in the least by my wicked intentions. The kiss that follows has a different flavor than the demanding ones I had claimed from here earlier; it is still a deep and passionate, but just as I said, instead of asserting dominance this teasing kiss is tender and inviting.

“Mr. Patterson, Sir!” Alison is apparently more than happy to play the role of the innocent Harlequin heroine. “You've stuffed me so full ... your big cock ripped me open - God you made me scream so loud.”

“Does it still hurt?” I ask, playing the role of a caring lover now that I've 'deflowered' my lovely secretary. It is only a matter of time before the sensation of her warm inner core takes me all the way, but I want to make this first time tonight last as long as possible.

“A little, but not as much anymore.” I respond to her words with a series of fluttering kisses on her face, ears and neck that send my young tenant into a slowly spasming bundle of warm flesh. “Mr. Patterson, I don't know what to say. You make me feel things I never thought I'd feel.”

“Like what,” I slowly pick up the pace of my rocking and it is harder to understand her words as she groans weakly. “What does this hard cock deep in your tight pussy make you feel?”

“I'm a woman now.” She whispers softly, “I'm your woman. You've claimed me and made me yours.” There is no more talk of Roger now. I'm not entirely comfortable with this obsession of hers with with alpha men forcing their prizes. The idea that a man could claim a woman by popping her cherry is an old trope that is almost certainly bullshit, but I have to admit there is some primal male part of me that likes what I hear.

“So now that you are mine, I can do anything to this sweet young body that I want?” Her body is light enough that I am able to scoop her up in my arms and lift her until she is straddling my thighs and perched on my lap. The feeling of her stocking clad thighs pressed against my waist and lower ribs only added to the pleasure.

“Yes Sir, anything you want.” In this new position, she is able to take an active role in the way her pulsing sex rises and falls on my thick shaft and she takes control of the pace picking up the speed and intensity just slightly. “Do you like this, Mr. Patterson?” She pauses long enough to press her lips to mine yet again. “You could use you like this every day. Whenever you felt like a quick fuck you could summon me into your office, make me strip for you and then have your way with me.”

“Do you think you could handle taking care of all my needs, Miss Miller?” By now her arms are wrapped around my neck and I have handfuls of her firm ass urging helping set the pace of her pumping.

“Oh Sir, I don't know.” Alison bites her lip coyly, “You know how little experience I have, you'll have to show me what to do.” What follows is a slow building up of both tempo and passion and soon Alison and I are both panting with excitement.

“OMG, Mr. P.” Alison's sweet dark eyes sparkle with excitement and once again she is my adventurous young tenant eager to learn everything I can teach her about sex. “If you were that poor secretary's boss you could keep her as your personal sex toy.” If anything, she is more excited by this than she was about 'loosing' her cherry. “You could take her whenever you start feeling horny, bend the poor thing over your desk, pull up her skirt and do whatever you wanted...”

“That's right, Angel.” I pull her even closer to me crushing her firm tits between us like small water balloons. “And you'd have to let me.” I gasp hoarsely into her sweet smelling hair, “You'd have to let me take you any way, and any time I wanted.” This final image of the innocent young secretary serving her boss that way is more than I can handle and with a groan I start pumping Alison full of spunk.