That sounds good

“That sounds tempting, Angel.” I chuckle at how well this young coed has me figured out. “Is that OK with you?” I ask as I stroke her blonde hair tenderly, “Are you OK with having a man claim you as you struggle and beg?” After last weekend this is pretty much a rhetorical question, but if I'm going to ravish this young woman, I want to make sure that she's not going to hate me for it when I'm done.

“Of course, Mr. P!” Alison catches my hand and pulls it to her mouth so she can kiss my fingers softly as she reassures me. “That's why you gave me these books to read, remember?” Her doe eyes blink sweetly as she meets my gaze. “Don't worry about me, Mr. P.” Alison smiles encouragingly as she coyly covers herself as best she can, “Why don't you tell me all the nasty things you'd do to that sweet little political dissident? Remember, she has almost no experience with boys at all.”

“I see. Do you think this pretty little thing is cowed enough by my position as Prime Chancelor to let me do whatever I want?” Alison's eyes sparkle mischievously at my willingness to add to this fantasy, but there is no hesitation in her answer almost like she had anticipated this question.

“No way, Mr. P!” She waggles her forefinger at me. “She's much too spirited to just lie down and spread her legs for you.” All sorts of ideas start flowing through my brain, but sadly very little blood goes to where it's needed to get me hard again. That doesn't mean I couldn't get Alison revved up again.

“I think I'm going to like breaking this one.” I've had this kind of fantasy since I was old enough to start masturbating, so it isn't hard to imagine what I might do. “I bet she wouldn't be that defiant if she had a vibrator strapped to her pussy for a few hours.” Alison gasps in delight when I find her sex and start fingering her as I speak. Emboldened by her excited moans I decide to push the envelope a little and move my hand a little further until my finger is tracing her puckered ring. “Maybe another little one in her ass. What do you think?”

“Mr. P!” It seems I've finally found something to shock this adventurous teenager with. “You couldn't!”

“That's just the thing, Miss Miller.” I chuckle like a cartoon villain, “I could do anything I wanted to that innocent victim. Just think about that for the next few days.” Before she can protest, my fingers climb back to her sex and find her pleasure bud hidden in the folds. “How many times do you think I could make her climax before she passed out from exhaustion?” Alison's moan is part surrender and part a challenge and I decide at that moment to drive into Hartford tomorrow and find an adult store that will have what I need.

This time I go nice and slow, building up the pressure over time. Alison plays her part, protesting weakly threatening to expose me to the press and occasionally even trying to push my hands away, but she is clearly turned on by this scenario; when she does finally explode in my arms it is loud and hard. It takes a few minutes before Alison recovers enough to speak, she purrs like a cat and settles her cheek on my shoulder.

“Oh, Mr. P! That might have been the best one yet.” Her fingers move softly downward through the dark curls until they wrap around my flaccid cock, squeezing it gently as she speaks, “That poor girl knows she should hate the way the Prime Chancelor is touching her, but it is just too much ... the pleasure he makes her feel ... Oh God, and you haven't even fucked her yet.”

“Be patient, Miss Miller.” I tell her gently, “You have to wait for Friday just like me.”