A sleeping beauty...

Alison is as beautiful as I imagined. For the past couple days I've tried to picture what my tenant might look like sleeping on her bed, from sexy baby-doll nighties to the long-sleeved tee she was wearing last night, I even had visions of her young toned bode stretched out naked on top of the bedding but what I saw was even better than that. It is another warm summer night and the sheets that might have once covered her are pushed to the side exposing nearly all of the sleeping beauty.

Her sheer nightgown might have hung to just above her knees had she been standing, but it had shifted up in her sleep so I could see most of her bare leg right up to the pale panties that covered her firm ass.

I could leave. I remind myself as the door opens even more. No one but me knows what I've done. I could shut the door as quietly as I opened it and go back to my room and jack-off like a teenager. The door 'clicks' softly as it closes, but I am on the wrong side of it moving ever closer to where Alison is stretched out like an offering to the ancient gods. She wants this, I remind myself as I sit carefully beside her on the bed. She told me to take her, I can't even believe I'm doing this as my hand traces along the smooth skin of her thigh pushing the nightgown even higher on her hip. Alison's eyes open slowly until she realizes that there is someone on the bed with her.

“What?” Any hope I have of a gentle joining on the bed are dashed when she kicks at me and hisses angrily “Mr. P, get out of here!”

“I'm here to collect what you owe me.” I remind her when I get a hold of her kicking legs. “You really should lock your door, Angel. It's not safe to let nasty men creep into your room while you sleep.”

“Get away from me, Mr. P.” Her eyes are wide with fear and possible excitement, but she is clearly not going to just let me have her without a fight. She's quite strong for a woman, but I outweigh her by close to 60 pounds, and although not in great overall shape, my arms and hands are strong from years of doing handywork around my old house. It doesn't take long to have her pinned under me with her hands pressed to the bed. When she realizes that she can't win a contest of strength she changes her tactics to one I'm familiar with from years of teaching. Her body softens, and tears form in the corners of her beautiful eyes, she looks particularly **** and innocent as she begs me to stop.

“Please, Mr. P, you can't do this - oh!” There is a soft gasp as I take advantage of this change in tactics to work my other leg between hers so that I am resting my hips between her splayed thighs. “You can't **** me!” She should be able to tell from the hard length that is pinned against her belly that I could indeed follow through with what I started, but just to make her situation perfectly clear I let her know that that is exactly what I intend to do.

“I am going to have you, Angel.” I growl as she squirms under me. I wonder if she is intentionally rubbing her tits against my bare chest or if that is an unintentional side effect of her struggles. “I'm going to take my rent money out of this beautiful body of yours, and by the time my cock is done stretching your tight little pussy, you aren't going to be able to walk straight.” Again she bucks and twists under me but I am ready for her struggles and let her tire herself out with the futile attempt.

“Don't do this, please, I swear I'll get you the money.” By now real tears are streaming down her cheeks and I almost believe her, but things have gone too far to stop now.

“It's too late for that, Alison. Isn't it?” She doesn't say anything, but I almost see a nod of submission and when I shift my grip so I am holding both her slender wrists with one hand she is not fighting as much as before. “I'm going to break you in, fuck you until you can't stand it anymore, and before I'm done with you I'm going to make you like it.” With my free hand I pull up her night gown exposing the tits I've been dying to see since the first morning she sauntered into my kitchen wearing on of those tight tops of hers. Her small nipples are puckered into tight buds and she whimpers sweetly when I roll one of them between my finger and thumb.

“Please, stop … you have to stop.” Her eyes are closed now as she twists her head from side to side. “You're to strong … I can't help it...” Her whole body is starting to rock against mine in a decidedly sexual rhythm, and I am finally beginning to believe this really is what this poor messed up preacher's daughter needs from me.

There is almost no struggle when I pull the garment completely over her head, and I get it off without ripping it so she should be happy about that at least. It is only when I reach between her legs to push away her panties that she renews her struggles in earnest.

“No!” Her hips twist under mine and she is able to pull one of her hands free and rakes it across my chin before grabbing my arm and trying to pull my hand away from her crotch. The pain from her nails across my face emboldens me and after jerking her panties to the side I am able to get the knob of my cock into her opening. Once I'm well inside her, I capture her wrist in my hand and pin it back to the mattress before leaning into her, slowly invading the tightest young pussy I've felt since the very first time with Fran over thirty years ago.

“Nooo!!” I ignore Alison's cry of defeat as I sink deeper and deeper into her, and almost immediately her protests turn to something a little more nuanced. “Oh Jesus forgive me, oohh!” Her legs wrap around my hips pulling me even tighter into her and her hips are rising in rhythm to my hard thrusts as she grunts wordlessly.