She's not quite there

“Damn, that was fucking hot!” I roll off of the panting coed and let her legs unfold.

“So you like fucking sweet young virgins, huh Mr. P?” I'm a little embarrassed to admit it, but yeah, Alison playing the innocent heroine really got me going. “Forcing the chaste woman open with your big tool as she begs you to be gentle?” Yeah, that too. Alison's simulated cries of pain as I fucked her tight pussy had certainly added to the feeling of power and virility.

“I went a little off-script.” I can't remember exactly what the Alpha male in the Harlequin had said when he popped the heroine's cherry, but I'm pretty sure it wasn't something about liking to hear her squeal as he fucks her.

“It was hot, Mr. P ...” Something in her words remind me that while I was able to cum that Alison never got the chance for a mind shattering climax of her own.

“Oh I'm not done with that sweet young thing yet!” I grab her by her pussy sinking two fingers into her wet snatch without any warning. “Not by a long shot.”

Her exclamation is half from surprise and half desire and her back arches in response to the sudden intrusion. With my two fingers caressing her from the inside and the base of my thumb rubbing against her clit I had Alison moaning and squirming in under a minute.

“Oh please, just leave me alone, Sir!” In spite of her protests I can see Alison's hip moving in a slow stead rhythm that matches the pace of my stroking.

“Oh no, Miss Miller,” I chuckle cruelly “You are going to beg for my touch, and then once you've convinced me that you are good and ready, you are going to cum for me.”

“No! Not that.” Her eyes close and she bites her lower lip in an attempt to suppress the feelings that are radiating from her core. “I'm not that kind of girl.”

“I think you are, Miss Miller.” She is getting close to the release she craves and I am determined not to give her what she needs until she begs for it. “I think you're a hot slut trapped in a life of chastity!” She shakes her head from side to side and her hands clench at the sheets but before she can reach that final release I pull my hand away leaving her hanging.

“Nooo!” I have to catch her hands before they can reach her sex; if she cums, it's going to be when and how I want her to cum. “Please, Sir. Please ...” After just twenty or thirty seconds I push my fingers into back her sopping sex and smile at the way her inner muscles cling to my digits. I lay on the bed by her side and whisper softly into her ear.

“Admit you're a horny little slut.”

“No ... I can't!” Her moan is heartfelt, and I almost relent and let her explode, but that is not the point of this encounter.

“You have to,” I still my fingers just for a second or two, “Say the words - Tell me what a horny slut you are.”

“Please, Sir!” Then, with a whimper, she breaks. “Yes, I'm a slut! There. I said it, oh Lord forgive me” I barely get a chance to move my fingers before her whole body jerks upward and she screams out in relief. “Aiighh, oh fuuuck me I'm a sluutt!” I hope the rooms in a fancy hotel like this are soundproof, because it sounds like the poor thing is being murdered right here on the bed.

I sweep her into my arms and hold her shuddering body as she clings to me and sobs.