It doesn't take long

“Oh Mr. P,” Alison gasps softly in my arms, “that is a very wicked thing to do.” It is almost half an hour later and we are lying together on the comfortable bed when she finally breaks the comfortable silence. The smile on her face tells me she is not even a bit put off by how forceful I had been with her or even the idea of me trying to knock up the innocent virgin secretary. The kiss that follows has a different flavor than the demanding ones I had claimed from here earlier; it is still a deep and passionate, but just as I said, instead of asserting dominance this teasing kiss is tender and inviting.

“Mr. Patterson, Sir!” Alison is apparently more than happy to play the role of the innocent Harlequin heroine. “You've stuffed me so full ... your big cock ripped me open - God you made me scream so loud.”

“Did it hurt?” I ask, shifting to the role of a caring lover now that I've 'deflowered' my lovely secretary. It is only a matter of time before the sensation of her warm body has me hardening again, and her hand finds my shaft and her fingers squeeze it gently encouraging it's return to life.

“Oh Lord yes, but in a good way, if that makes sense.” Alison's fingers continue to slowly stroke my quickly hardening member. I respond to her words with a series of fluttering kisses on her face, ears and neck that sends her into a slowly spasming bundle of warm flesh.

“It'll be better the second time Miss Miller, I promise.” I use her last name, falling easily back into the role of the Harlequin boss, no longer as forceful but still firmly in control as I spread her legs again. She even winces a little as I push into her again even though she is a slick as ever and there is no way I can be causing any pain. It is a nice touch.

“Mr. Patterson, I don't know what to say.” Her young back arches under me pressing her firm breasts up against my chest. “You make me feel things I never thought I'd feel.”

“Like what,” I slowly pick up the pace of my rocking and it is harder to understand her words as she groans weakly. “What does this hard cock deep in your tight pussy make you feel?”

“I'm a woman now.” She whispers softly, “I'm your woman. You've claimed me and made me yours.” If you had asked me a week ago about this obsession of hers with alpha men forcing their prizes, I would have rejected it without hesitation. The idea that a man could claim a woman by popping her cherry is an old trope that is complete bullshit. After what we just shared however, I have to admit there is some primal male part of me that likes what I hear.

“So now that you are mine, I can do anything to this sweet young body that I want?” Her body is light enough that I am able to scoop her up in my arms and lift her until she is straddling my thighs and perched on my lap. The feeling of her stocking clad thighs pressed against my waist and lower ribs only added to the pleasure. I wonder if I could have gotten this hard again without the pills, I doubt it, but damn this is one sexy young woman. Her fine hair tickles my cheek as she leans closer and whispers her surrender.

“Yes Sir, anything you want.” In this new position, she is able to take an active role in the way her pulsing sex rises and falls on my thick shaft and she takes control of the pace picking up the speed and intensity just slightly. Her head tilts back and she closes her eyes as she rides me.

“Do you like this, Mr. Patterson?” She pauses long enough to lower her lips to mine yet again. “You like having your personal assistant tending to your needs, don't you? You could use my tight body like this every day.” Alison's expressive eyes are whirling as she rocks on my cock. “Whenever you felt like a quick fuck you could summon me into your office, make me strip for you and then have your wicked way with your hot young secretary.”

“I can be a demanding boss,” I warn her playfully, “do you think a timid little thing like you could handle taking care of all my needs, Miss Miller?” By now her arms are wrapped around my neck and I have handfuls of her firm ass urging helping set the pace of her pumping.

“Oh Sir, I don't know.” Alison bites her lip shyly, reminding me of her role in this shared fantasy, “You know how little experience I have; you'll have to show me what to do ... teach me how to please you.” What follows is a slow buildup of tempo and passion and soon Alison and I are both panting with excitement.

“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 could keep her as your personal sex toy.” If anything, she is more excited by this than she was about 'losing' her cherry. “You could take her whenever you start feeling horny, bend the poor thing over your desk, pull up her skirt and do whatever you wanted...”

“That's right, Angel.” I pull her even closer to me crushing her firm tits between us like small water balloons. “And you'd have to let me.” I gasp hoarsely into her sweet-smelling hair, “You'd have to let me take you any way, and any time I wanted.” This final image of the innocent young secretary serving her boss that way is more than I can handle and with a groan I start pumping Alison full of spunk again.