That's why I brought her here

After one full week of anticipation I was more than ready to finally enjoy this moment. You might think that a man who regularly reads all kinds of erotic literature on the web would be less than excited by the white bread encounters between a powerful billionaire and his innocent young secretary. To be honest, a month ago I might have thought the same thing, but giving these books to Alison has changed the way I have been thinking about them. My preferred erotic reading lies more along the line of young women sold into slavery on far-off planets or hundreds of years in the past, but my innocent young tenant's excitement at reading these books has infected me as well.

“Oh, Sir!” Alison is once again lost in her fertile imagination, “not so hard, please it hurts.” Knowing as I do that this is not really a freshly deflowered secretary allows me to play out a slightly different version than the vanilla sex of the Harlequin.

“But I want it to hurt, Miss Miller.” I growl coarsely and push into her again as she lets out a little squeak. “It's been a few years since I've fucked a fresh young virgin, and hearing your little cries of pain adds to the pleasure. It feels so good knowing that my cock is the first to ever stretch this tight pussy open.” Alison is more than happy to play along and with each hard thrust her body jerks in my arms and she cries out softly.

“Ow! I'm sorry Mr. Patterson ... I'll be good ... please, aigh!” This isn't even close to the caring loving detailed in the paperback romance, but neither of us care. “Oh, please Sir ... it's too big ... too hard ... ow, too deep.” I captured one of her legs in my arm and lifted it up to my shoulder. In this new position her teenaged body feels even tighter.

“I knew you'd be a hot little fuck!” I grunt as I push even harder into her twitching body. “My own very personal assistant to satisfy my every need.”

“Nooo, please I'm a good girl!”

“You were a good girl.” I stress the word cruelly, “Now you're my slut to use whenever I feel like it.”

“OMG, Mr. P.” Alison's sweet dark eyes sparkle with excitement and once again she is my adventurous young tenant eager to learn everything I can teach her about sex. “If you were that poor secretary's boss you'd keep her as your personal sex ****.” If anything, she is more excited by this than she was about 'loosing' her cherry. “You could summon her into your office whenever you were feeling horny, bend the poor thing over your desk, pull up her skirt and do whatever you wanted...”

“That's right, Angel.” I capture her other leg and bend them both up until she is folded in half like a pocket knife. In this position I can pound her as hard as I like and her moans now are no longer roll-play but the sounds a woman makes when a man is fucking the crap out of her. “And you'd have to let me. You'd have to let me take you any way, and any time I wanted.” This final image is more than I can handle and with a groan a start pumping Alison full of spunk.