She's eager soon enough

I still haven't gotten used to the exquisite feeling of her tight teenaged pussy stretching to accommodate my size. Fucking this beautiful young woman like this in the bathroom brings on a whole new variety of sensations but most of all I like hearing the innocent woman's protests turn into whimpers of shame and then outright excitement.

“Do you like this, Mr. P?” Alison steps out of character for just a minute to tease me into taking a more active role. “Do you like fucking that innocent Harlequin heroine into submission? Using your cock to make her into your personal little whore?”

“Damn that's hot!”

“Are you going to make her cum again, Mr. P?” By now I recognize the signs of Alison's oncoming orgasm, “Or is this time all about your pleasure, your desires?” Alison's teasing has the desired effect, because I am no longer content to have her ride me as I recline in the hot soapy water. “Are you going to plant another load of your seed in her fertile womb, Mr. P?” It's easy enough to reposition her with over the edge of the tub with her knees on the bathroom tiles floor and her thighs at braced against the side of the large tub. In this position I can fuck her from behind as the water drips off her tits into the tub.

“Stop it, Sir!” Alison easy falls back into the role of the conservative Miss Miller, “You're too big for me this way. It hurts ... Oh Dear Lord Jesus, it hurts so good!” The orgasm that follows isn't as explosive as the ones we shared earlier, but that's OK, it is still a fine way to enjoy the Goodwin's luxury bathroom.

“Just one more thing now, Miss Miller, and then we can get some rest for the night.” Alison watches me attentively as I go to my toiletries bag and take out my razor and shaving cream.

“You want me to shave you, Mr. Patterson?”

“Maybe some other time, Honey, right now I'm going to shave you.” It takes her a few seconds to understand what I mean and after a few more half-hearted protests about how wicked it is to shave like this I have her sitting on the edge of the tub and am working slowly and carefully to remove the tuft of fine curls that adorn her pussy.

“There.” I smile as I wipe away the last bit of soapy residue, “now you look like a perfect little whore.”

“You are a wicked, wicked man, Mr. P.” Alison giggles as she runs her fingers over the smooth skin, “I'm pretty sure this is something else that they don't cover in those Harlequins.”

“Do you like it?”

“I don't know, Mr. P. It makes me feel a little slutty.”

“It will grow back.” I assure her, “I thought it would be sexy to shave my new little pet, but after tonight I don't really care how you decide to groom.”

We make our way back to the bed, and collapse on it worn out from all the extra-curricular activities.