On the sink counter

“You take cock like a first-class whore.” I growl as I enjoy the sensation of her pussy pulsing around my meat. It wasn't a full-blown orgasm, but I've had sex with Alison often enough that I recognize it for what it is.

“Stop calling me a whore!” Alison gasps as I plunge back into her as deep as I can. “I'm a good Christian, I'm not some slut!” I am a little surprised by this sudden burst of defiance, but it doesn't change my plans for this amazing young woman. In fact, her continued role-playing of this innocent Harlequin heroine makes me want to defile her even more. Her moan of disappointment when I pull out is replaced by a squeal of surprise when I pick her up into my arms.

“Trust me, Miss Miller.” I growl, taking care to hold on to her slippery body as her legs kick, “you're a cock-hungry whore, you just don't know it yet.”

“Stop this Mr. Patterson!” Alison's small fists beat weakly against my shoulders, “haven't you done enough?”

“Oh no, Miss Miller. I'm just getting started.” And with that I set her on the expensive marble countertop of the Goodwin's luxurious bathroom and push myself between her thighs.

“What?” Alison probably expected me to carry her to the bed and continue my **** on her virtue there, but the counter is the perfect height for what I have in mind. “No, stop this! Not here ... the bed, not like this ... Ohhh!” Just like that I'm back inside her tight pussy.

“I'm not your fiancé, Miss Miller, and we're not making love.” I plunge in so hard that her head rocks back against the mirror with a soft 'thump'. Her soft whimper though has more to do with how my cock is pushing deep into her than that small bump on her head. “I'm the man who's stretching open your whore cunt.”

“No ... no ... Oh God, no.” Her futile protests are a little muted by the way her arm is wrapped around by neck and her heels grip my hips each time I drive into her. “Please, Mr. Patterson, I'm not on the pill!”

“That sounds like your problem, Miss Miller, not mine.” I'm ready for the sudden burst of wiggling that comes when my words register; for a moment I'm not even sure that my tenant still remembers that this isn't even real, but I don't care. The added stimulation of her hips bucking against mine sends yet another wave of pleasure up from my cock and I'm not sure how much longer I can last. “Maybe you'd better marry your young man as soon as possible.” A sudden wicked thought crosses my mind, “I'd like to be at your wedding. I'd like fucking you in your fancy white wedding gown just before you stand at the alter and exchange your vows.”

To my surprise, Alison must be as turned on by this sacrilegious image as I am because this time her orgasm is full blown as she screams out and shudders in my arms as I pump her full of cum.