I get her naked

“Let's get this top off, Honey.” Alison is clearly conflicted about letting me take off her shirt, but it wasn't really covering much anyway and when I tug it over her breasts she shyly lifts her arms so I can lift it off her body. Her young body makes me ache with desire, and I know I'm not going to be satisfied until I have this pretty thing moaning as I stretch open her tight pussy. She might be naïve, but Alison knows enough about men to correctly interpret the look of desire as I stare at her. Her arms rise to cover her exposed breasts and her gaze lowers in shame.

“You're embarrassing me, Mr. P.” It wasn't my intention to make her squirm like this, but I have to admit that she looks sexier than ever trying to hide her body.

“This is what happens to young women who don't show up to fulfill their obligations.”

“Yes, sir.” I can hear the tremble in her voice, but it is unclear to me if she is excited or fearful. I'm hoping it is at least a little of both. “Are you going to make me kiss you like this, without my shirt on?”

“I'm going to make you do a lot more than kissing, Angel.” I murmur softly as I take her stiff torso in my arms, “You didn't show up like you were supposed to. You made me have to come hunt you down.” I lift her chin so she is looking me in the eyes. “Do you know what a hunter does when he finally catches his prey?” The girl grew up in Tennessee, she probably knew a lot more about hunting than I ever did, but that isn't the point and she knows it.

“No.” The word comes out as a whimper.

“What ever he wants.” I tell her, and lower my lips to hers for another kiss. Her arms are still between us, but her lips open without hesitation and by the time I lift my mouth from hers the stiffness is replaced by an other kind of tension. When I pull off my shirt Alison's eyes widen and I know that in spite of her reservations that I am going to get exactly what I want tonight. “What do you think a hunter would do if he caught a pretty little prize like you in his snares?”

She doesn't answer, but this time when we kiss her arms creep up around my neck and her firm tits press against my bare chest. “Oh Lord have mercy,” Alison moans softly when I bend her back and lower my mouth to taste her hard teat. “You're going to fuck me.” She does not sound that distressed by the turn of events, in fact if anything she appears to be turned on by the imagery of a hunter subduing his prey. “You're going to strip away my clothes ... pin me to the bed … pull apart my legs … and fuck me … as hard and long as you like.”

“That's right, Angel.” I press her back down onto the bed with one hand, while the other goes to the waistband of her shorts. “Are you going to fight me, or is that silliness over with?”

“I can't, Mr. P,” Alison gasps as I flick open the fasteners and slip my hand inside the gap. “I tried to hide from you, but you found me - now I have to pay the price.” She hesitates, clearly bothered by something in spite of her apparent willingness.

“It's OK, Honey. I'm not going to hurt you I promise.”

“I know, Mr. P I'm just worried that I won't be able to please you.”

“What?” Of all my concerns when I knocked on her door, this is the least of my worries.

“Richard says I'm a lousy lay.” She sniffs softly, “He says I just lay there like a slab of meat.” Her expressive doe-eyes blink away what might be the start of tears, “I want you to feel good, Mr. P, just like you said, but I'm afraid I'll let you down.” As she spills out her fears, you pull the shorts and panties over her hips and down her legs, and finally Alison is gloriously naked on her bed before you.