Just one more thing

“No, you cannot go yet, Miss Miller.” I keep my words firm and stern. “We've established that you're a little tease that likes to get old men like me all hot and bothered, but I need to do a little more investigation.”

“I'm sorry, Mr. Patterson ...” She doesn't sound sorry, in fact, Alison is playing the role of the naughty schoolgirl just right. “I didn't think an old man like you would be bothered by a teenager like me.” She smiles over her shoulder innocently, but she must know that she is playing with fire.

“Put those pretty hands back on the counter, Miss Miller.” I growl, “Your Dad thinks you might be into **** at school; he asked me to search you to make sure you're not bringing that shit to school with you.”

“Where would I even hide them ...” I see the understanding slowly dawning in Alison's expressive eyes. “Oh no, Mr. Patterson, please I wouldn't do that!”

“Well, it won't take long to check, Miss Miller.” I rub my hands together slowly, trying not to show how much I'm going to enjoy this. Before she can raise anymore protests, I flip her short skirt and run my hands over the smooth flesh of her bare ass. I've touched every square inch of Alison's perfect body many times already, but not like this. Her soft gasp when my middle finger presses between her labia is sexy as fuck; she is hot and wet and as excited by this shared fantasy as I am.

“You're sick, Mr. Patterson.” Alison gasps as I work my finger in and out of her passage, hitting as many of her hot spots as I can. “I'm going to tell my father what you did.”

“Make sure you tell him about this too.” I chuckle, and before she realizes what I'm planning, I pull out my finger and press it firmly against her puckered anus. Because my finger is still dripping with her juices it slips up to the first knuckle before her muscles tighten in panic.

“I can't believe you're doing this, Mr. P.” Her ring of flesh tightens around my finger, squeezing it like a vice. “I can't believe I'm letting you.” I wait a few seconds to let her relax a little before slowly twisting my finger deeper and deeper into her tight passage. Alison responds by pushing back against me and slightly relaxing as she gets used to the gentle invasion. “Mr. P ... oh wow!”

I don't have a whole lot of experience with anal, but judging by how Alison is whimpering and moaning I think this may be something to explore. With that in mind I want to make sure that my horny tenant enjoys this as much as possible.

“Well, you're certainly nice and tight back here, Miss Miller.” I murmur softly as I continue the twisting motion of my finger. Her moan of pleasure is loader and needier and I use a little more **** as my finger starts moving in and out of her tight passage.

“I hate you, Mr. Patterson.” Alison's words are muted by the way her whole body is rocking in time with my finger. “You and my dad ... I hate you both!” Somehow even as she is teetering on the edge of a climax from this fingering, Alison still has the where-with-all to play the part of the sassy tease.

There really isn't any point in even pretending that this is still just an impersonal cavity search. My other hand slides under her skirt from the front and finds her clit as I keep finger fucking her backdoor. This last step is all I need to make push the horny coed over the edge. I feel every muscle in her rectum spasming around my finger as the juices from her pussy squirt out over my other fingers.