Wait a couple nights

Two days later I've had a visit with my doctor and secured a subscription to ED pills. I fill the prescription on the way home, and not wanting to waste any time I buy a bottle of water and pop two pills before I even start my car engine. The dosing info comes with warnings about exceeding the prescription strength, but I've read enough accounts on the internet to know that this is a pretty common procedure for many men.

I text Alison on as I drive home. 'I'm going to finish what we started the other night. Be ready in your room.' That is exactly where I find her, wearing a sporty sundress and not much else.

“What are you doing here?” She splutters, easily in her character of the spoiled honor roll snob. “You said you weren't going to **** me!”

“I don't think I'm going to have to, Miss Miller.” I laugh as I hold out the phone so she can see her blonde head bobbing up and down on my cock. “Not only do I have proof that you're a cheater, now everyone will know that you're a horny little cock-sucker too. Do you think your daddy would let you go off to Harvard if he learned what a little slut you really were?” I set my phone on her bedside table and hit record as I position it to take in what is about to happen on the bed.

“Mr. Patterson, please ... haven't I done enough?” Long gone is the arrogance and anger, all that is left is a frightened young woman who realizes she has no good options.

“Take that dress off, Miss Miller.” I tell her as I reach for my belt buckle, “I'd hate to see anything bad happen to a fancy dress like that.”

“Mr. Patterson, please ...” Alison's protests die and to my delight, she slips the dress up over her head and then holds it in front of her chest modestly. “I don't think I can do this.”

“You don't have to do anything by lie there and spread your legs.” I tell her as I position my knees between hers and rub her gleaming pussy with the head of my cock. Alison's head tilts back and her eyes close as her mouth opens wide. She is no longer the snooty Honor Roll student, and I can hear the excitement in her voice as she urges me to finish what I started.

“This is so hot, Mr. P,” Alison smiles up at me conspiratorially, “That hypocritical cheating virgin is going to have to lay there and let you bang her, and all she can do is hope that it will be over quickly and that you don't knock her up.” The way she spells it out is really pretty fucked up and I almost decide that this has gone a step too far. As if she senses my reticence, Alison licks her lips again and assures me that it is OK. “It's not real, Mr. P.” She reminds me, "I know you could never actually do this, but go ahead; this one time and act out that wicked fantasy of yours all the way to the sweet end.”

That is all I need to lower my torso onto her slender body and position the head of my cock between her folds. Once she's confident I'm not going to back down Alison reverts back to the role of my **** victim.

“I'm begging you, Mr. Patterson ... don't do this ... ple - aaiigh!” I end the spoiled little brat's pleading with one hard thrust and Alison's sudden cry of pain is timed perfectly as her slick pussy accepts my cock.

Her head turns to the side, and I see her blink away fake tears as she begs me to stop. “It's too big ... too much ... Oh please, Mr. Patterson, it isn't going to fit!” In hindsight, the words were a little bit hokey, especially after what we've shared already, but at the time her soft sobs were exactly what I needed to really feel that I was violating this young virgin and making her pay for her hypocritical dishonesty and faked propriety.

In spite of my reservations, it does not take long for my balls to start to tingle, and I grab her by the throat and **** her to look me in the eye. “I'm going to cum soon.” I tell her and smile as Alison opens her eyes wide in fear and shock, “I'm going to fill your womb with my seed, are you on the pill?” I can feel her body suddenly start twisting futilely under me as I take her. “I didn't think so. Why would a good girl like you need birth control?” The image of this once proud Harvard-bound valedictorian with her belly swollen walking into the local community college is what sends me over the edge.

It isn't something that I'm proud of but knowing that I had destroyed this imaginary girl's life is part of the fantasy, and as we lay together in the bed, I pull Alison into my arms and let out a deep cathartic sigh.