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“Please, sir ...” Her wide eyes search mine for any sign of mercy. “I can't beg like that, can't you just take me, make me do it.” I rub her reddened cheeks on more time feeling the heat under my palms before pulling her to her feet and swinging her around so she is facing me.

“All you have to do is ask.” I tell her gently, “I want you to take me and lead me to your room and ask me to fuck you. Can you do that?”

“You're a bad man Mr. P.” She whispers softly as she shudders against my pelvis that is pinning her to the table. “I didn't think you'd do this.” She bites her lower lip again and I know she is close to breaking.

“I am a wicked old bastard, you're right about that.” I growl softly, “Now, I want to see what I'm getting for all this trouble you're putting me through.” When I slip my hands under her top she hesitates for a second and then allows me to lift the black top up over her head giving me my first good look at the tits I've been fantasizing about. The peepshow is short lived because as soon as her hands are free she crosses her arms shyly hiding the beautiful breasts from my sight looking at a spot somewhere over my left shoulder.

“Look at me.” I order and she turns her head obediently looking up at me with a combination of excitement fear and shame. Show me those pretty tits of yours. Again, there is a moment of hesitation and just like before she obeys the command. Her breasts are roughly the size of apples; firm, round and topped with small pink nipples that remind me of cherries on the top of a cones of creamy ice cream.

“Tell me what you want.” I whisper softly. This time the wait is even longer and then with a moan of surrender she takes my hand in hers and tells me what I've been waiting for.

“I want you to lie with me.” Her eyes search mine again and this time I reward her with my best encouraging smile. “Please sir, I want you to come with me up to my room; I want you to lay me down on my bed and spread my legs ...” her words fail her but she steps away pulling me after her as she heads towards the stairs.

“And then what?” I prompt her as I follow trying to contain my excitement.

“Please, don't make me say it.” I stop abruptly and she whimpers in frustration. We are standing at the bottom of the steps and I can see her trembling as my grip on her small hand tightens. Her eyes don't lift any higher than my chest, but the fight is gone. “I want you to crawl between my legs and kiss my breasts, I want to feel your hands on my legs pulling them even further apart as your hard penis presses against my teenaged vagina.” We were walking again, and to be honest I'm not sure which of us was more excited.

“I want you to hold me tight as you push yourself into me. I want to feel your manhood split my tight young pussy open and make me moan.” Her vocabulary is expanding as we get closer to to her bedroom door. “I want you to fuck this small town goody-two-shoes and show her what it's like to be with a real man.” Alison is starting to get warmed up as she tries to excite me. “Isn't that what you want too? Don't you want to make this innocent young Christian girl squirm like a sorority slut?” I guess this is what I want, because I stop her at the landing just outside her bedroom door to plunder her soft lips.

“That's right.” I groan when I finally pull my mouth from hers, “I want to make Pastor Miller's sweet young daughter squeal as I plow into her.” Alison's moan is as exciting as her words and I push her into the room and slam the door shut behind us. “I want to hear you begging for my cock, like a whore.” With a push I send her sprawling onto the bed pleased that even after all her teasing I'm taking her on my terms not in that twisted fantasy of hers.

“Oh Mr. P, you're going to fuck me hard, aren't you?” She watches from the bed as I tear off my shirt and khakis faster than I have ever undressed in my life. She lays back on the bed and spreads her legs open for me as I kick my way free of the last of my clothes.

“I want you to, I want you to punish me with your cock the way you punished me downstairs, I want you to make me yours - take me and fuck me.” As I climb between her spread legs I see a sudden thought cross her mind.

“But you have to pull out.” She whispers intently, “I'm not on the pill, I can't get pregnant ... or you can wear a condom, I have some in my nightstand ... please?” I could just tell her about my vasectomy, or I could fuck her first and see just how completely I've broken this young woman. At the moment I can't think of anything that would demonstrate my mastery of her more than having her accept my seed into her womb.