She's been very naughty

“You lied to your friends?” Alison nods silently. “First you tease me with your sexy clothing, you’ve been lying to your friends. My you have been a naughty girl.” She nods nervously again, and I step slowly into her bedroom. “And now I catch you wearing this?! Turn around, show me that wicked, lascivious garment.” With a blush, Alison obediently turns in a graceful pirouette her hands raised above her head.

“Do you like it, sir” Her voice is so low I almost miss her timid question. In truth, it looks even better on her than I thought it would, but I want to set a different tone for this evening’s activities.

“You look like a harlot.” I tell her. “A whore sent to tempt me with your delicious femininity.”

“Yes, sir.” Alison licks her full lips, “I’m sorry I’m such a lewd young woman.” She covers her breasts with false modesty “I’ve should have known you’d disapprove of this kind of display, please don’t tell my father what a wicked daughter he has.” The effect of her ‘hiding’ her tits from me works as well as I imagine she hoped it would. It takes

“I feel I have a responsibility, father to father, you understand.” Alison’s expressive eyes widen. Even though she must know this is just a game, just the idea of me telling her father has her shaking.

“Please, Mr. P, I’ll do anything. Please don’t tell my father.” I very much like the sound of Alison’s ‘anything’, but I’m not ready to let this tease off the hook just yet.

“Explain again why shouldn’t I tell your father?” I ask as sternly as I can.

“Oh Mr. P,” Alison squirms uncomfortably, “My dad would freak out.” She lowers her voice to a conspiratorial whisper. “He thinks I’m still a virgin.”

“And what exactly would your father do if he found out you had a boy in your bedroom last night?”

“Oh, Mr. P! He’d bend me over the kitchen table and paddle my backside until it was cherry-red.” She pauses with her finger to her lips, “Is that what you want to do, Mr. P? Do you want to bend me over your lap and spank my pretty little tush?” As tempting as the mental image of this pretty teen stretched over my thighs wearing nothing but this silky negligee might be, I have other things on my mind.

“I’m not your father, Missy.” I growl and pull the top of the nightie together, so it is bunched between her perfect breasts. “Would your father touch your nips like this.” I ask as I roll her pink nipples between my thumb and fingers feeling them harden under my ministrations.

“Mr. P!” I can see her blush fiercely, “he’s my dad!”

“Exactly!” I chuckle as I pinch the hard nubs between my fingers until they are little round buttons. “I’m going to make you pay for your teasing in a very different way.” Alison gasps in delight when she hears my intentions.

“Mr. P, you dirty old man!” Alison moans, “you want to use my young, firm body to satisfy your carnal lusts.” She arches her back to lift her chest higher making it even easier for me to fondle her tits. “Are you going to punish me with your nasty old cock, pushing into my tight slit until I’m begging for mercy?” She blinks her eyes sweetly, “I know I’ve been a naughty girl, and that I’m dressed in this-” she pauses to run her hands along the silk, “-sexy outfit, teasing you like I did, but you'll have to be patient. I don't really know much about sex, I’m not some slut that spreads her legs for any man.”

“I don’t care if you’re a damded virgin.” I snarl sharply. “You’ve been teasing me all day, and now you are going to pay the price.” My right hand moves from her breasts to the gap between her thighs and I grab her by her crotch and squeeze her hard to get her attention. “You, little missy, are going to start learning how to please a man, and if you don’t try your best, I’m going to make you wish you did.”

“Oh,” She moans, “you’re going to use me like a piece of meat for your pleasure.” That is exactly what I intend, although to be fair, I would not have put it quite that crudely.

“Oh I will,” I warn her, “But first you are going to get down on your knees and give me the best blowjob of your life.”

“Mr. P!” Alison looks up at me in shock. “A blowjob? That’s gross; you want me to use my mouth?” I just lift her from my lap, set her on her feet between my knees and lean back and wait expectantly.

“Please, Mr. P.” I can see her start to panic, and I catch her hands in mine and give them a little squeeze. “Please, do I have to?”