Fill her up

For me to cum twice with so little time in between is a tribute to my tenant's wicked imagination that I let myself go. As feel my member slowly shrink, I imagine what it would be like to **** a young cheerleader like this, it is wrong for so many reasons but I have to admit Alison's dark fantasy has me more excited than I have been in years. Compared to Alison's fertile imagination the Harlequins I gave her are pretty tame, but I don't doubt for a second that Alison will find a way to spice up the scenes set up by the books. Almost like she is reading my mind, Alison lifts her expressive eyes to find mine.

“Wow Mr. P, I don't think the sex could be like that in these romances,” she points to the stack of Harlequins on her night table, “or is it?”

“Let's find out, Angel.” I roll over on her bed and grab the three small paperbacks. “Take your pick, and I'll look through the others until we find the 'good bits'. Which one do you want?” Alison selects The **** Surrender and I start skimming through Captive at her Enemy's Command, it doesn't take long before I see Alison stop flipping through the pages and start reading intently.

“You find something?” I vaguely remember the heroine of that book is blackmailed by her billionaire boss because she lied on her resume to get her job as the powerful tycoon's personal assistant. Alison seems to particularly identify with the young woman trying to appease the demanding boss.

“Listen, this is when her boss first confronts her about her falsified resume.” She reads a section where the man almost twenty years older than his new secretary pins her against his massive desk in a way that certainly would not pass the Me too movement's sense of appropriate workplace interactions. The book describes how the inexperienced young woman squirms and protests in his arms as he kisses her and even grabs her ass and unbuttons her blouse. It feels for a bit that the sex might be a little like what she and I just experienced, but just when things were about to get out of hand, they are interrupted by an unexpected visitor. I had to laugh a little at Alison's frustration at the abrupt end to the passionate build-up.

“Yeah, that's pretty typical for these romances, 'all flash and no bang' as my friend Walter would say.” She smiles wryly and I assure her that they will have sex, just not usually the first half of the book. “Keep reading Angel, you'll get to the right place.” I turn my attention back to my book which describes how two rival families competing in the rich oil-lands of western Texas butt heads over and over. Thrown into the mix is the beautiful daughter of one of the Oil Barons returning fresh from college with her Engineering degree who stumbles onto the other family's lands while scouting for likely spots to put in new test wells. The proud young woman is dragged to the estate of the rival family and is handed over into the care of the handsome son of her family's bitter enemy. Like in Alison's book there are a few false starts, but I find the scene where the naïve engineer is seduced by the son of her family's foes.

“Listen to this bit, tell me what you think.” I read how, as the kisses deepen, the heroine's clothes are shucked until she is wearing nothing but a lacey pair of panties.

“Is she a virgin like the secretary in my book?” Alison bright eyes are sparkling with excitement.

“No,” I smile at her easily, “but she's only been with one boyfriend, so she's pretty inexperienced when it comes to men.” We read the section two or three times and I can see that Alison is clearly turned on by the description of how the young woman ends up on her hands and knees with the rugged oil-man taking her from behind. She finds the scene in her book where the innocent secretary finally loses her cherry. Surprisingly, in this Harlequin, the moment of passion is pretty close to crossing the line between **** and ****. The last words from the young secretary were 'No, please.' but despite that, by the time the experienced billionaire was done licking the bucking virgin she seemed eager enough to spread her legs for his cock.

“That was better,” her hand runs along my arm when she's done reading the passage to me, “but the first time in his office when he had her pinned to the desk was hotter.”

I find myself laughing easily at her assessment of the various excerpts from the Harlequins. With a contented sigh I climb to my feet and gather the clothes scattered all over her floor.

“Well Angel, read the books and then let me know which one in particular catches your fancy.” I pause as I head out the door, “You can tell me if you want to spice up the sex once we have a book picked out.” Alison flips through the books one final time before showing me her choice.