Belle from Beauty and the Beast

“How about Belle, from Beauty and the Beast?” The fact that I knew exactly which fairytale princess I wanted to fuck doesn't say much for my character as a respectable retired teacher. Of course, by now there isn't all that much of my reputation to hang on to anyways. Alison doesn't seem at all phased by my eager answer, if anything it seems to fit in with her old fantasies.

“You'd want to have that merchant's sweet doting daughter all alone with you in that scary old castle?” I grin like a teenager and Alison climbs to her knees so she can lean closer to where I'm sitting. “If you were that Beast, would you wait for Belle to save you from the curse, or would you take her at the earliest opportunity?”

“Well Angel, I'm not a very patient man ...”

“Wow Mr. P, that petite virgin might not even be able to handle a huge hairy beast.” Alison presses her naked body against my chest and smiles up at me nervously. “You'd have to be extra careful with her, wouldn't you?”

“Not necessarily, Honey.” I growl playfully in her ear, “Remember, I'm just a Beast, why should I care about some thieving merchant's daughter?” With the pretty teen is pressed against me it is impossible to miss the way her slender body shudders.

“There's no way Belle could fight a monster like that ... you could do anything you wanted to that innocent maiden.” That pretty much is my fantasy, but Alison is thinking even further ahead. “A savage monster like that would just plunder his prize again and again. He could take her until his potent seed took root in her womb.” In spite of my **** to father a child at the age of sixty, the image of this lovely teen with a growing baby bump and swollen breasts is hard to ignore.

I can feel my cock growing once again in my khaki's and decide I'd better find some way to get off Alison's bed before her naked body proves too tempting. I promised this trusting young woman that I wasn't going to have unprotected sex with her, and that resolve was getting shakier and shakier. A sudden thought provides what might be a way out.

“I think Disney made a live version a couple years ago,” I slowly release Alison as I suggest watching it. “Did you see it when it came out?” She shakes her head silently and I can see her expressive eyes brighten in interest. “Get some clothes on, Angel. We'll watch it together.”

Ten minutes later I have purchased a copy of the movie from Amazon Prime and have it set up on the plasma TV downstairs when Alison comes down the stairs wearing a long white nightgown. In a way, the modest garment looks even sexier than the skimpiest lingerie.

Except for her blonde hair, my tenant has almost perfectly captured the innocence and charm of the fairytale heroine. This is clearly intentional, because in her delicate hand is a book just like Belle might carry.

“I'm ready, Sir.” She glances at me timidly, “if you are.”

Out of the fry pan and into the fire. I think to myself as I watch the lovely young woman settle in her usual place on the couch. I guess it's better than having her naked and snuggled up against me on her bed, but I have to admit it is all I can do to stay in my armchair and not join her on the couch. Remembering how responsive this sheltered teen is when I caress her soft skin makes it all that much harder.

I press 'play' and lean back against the leather of my chair, my attention split between the opening scenes of the movie and Alison's reaction to the unfolding story.