She can't get enough

The next four hours continues like this as Alison and I experiment with a variety of different variations of the basic scenario of the powerful boss and innocent secretary. With the help of the little pill proscribed to me by Dr. Williams I was able to get off two more times that night, but even when we weren't actively fucking, Alison's active imagination was jumping from one variation to the next.

“What if our poor Miss Miller hadn't lied on her resume?” Alison is lying on the bed by my side with her fingers playing with the stiff grey hairs on my chest. “What if someone in HR changed it just to get her into trouble?”

“What?” I look over to see her sparkling eyes studying me with undisguised excitement.

“You heard me, maybe your people search out and recruit pretty victims for you.” When she sees the skeptical look on my face she continues with even more determination. “It wouldn't be that hard, Mr. P, they could prioritize candidates from conservative religious colleges and check out their social media profiles...” She pauses while she works out the details. “It wouldn't be too hard for a HR team to put them in a position where they'd have to let you have your way with those sweet things.” Her soft fingers find your cock that is starting to swell, “What do you think, Mr. P, if you were a powerful billionaire would you want a harem of innocent beauties to corrupt?”

“You are a naughty girl.” I laugh at her, and plant a soft kiss on her bare shoulder.

“Well, maybe I should be spanked?” Her smile suggests that she wouldn't mind at all if I bent her over my lap and smacked her tight little ass a few times.

I don't spank her, but we do have sex again and she squirms and wiggles energetically as I fuck her slowly and thoroughly. That is how the night goes. Later, when we've recovered, I shared a story I read once about an ambitious young reporter who cons her way into a powerful politician's hotel suite only to be mistaken by him for a call-girl that he had hired for the night.

“That's so wicked!” Her giggle is a mixture of excitement and curiosity, “The girl thinks she is on her way to starting her investigative journalism career and instead she ends up literally getting fucked.” Her small hand is stroking my nearly recovered cock and I'm starting to think I might be able to get it up one more time. “But didn't the politician realize his mistake pretty quickly?” Alison obviously hasn't had much if any experience reading online smut. If she had, she wouldn't expect realistic plots.

“Not until the real hooker shows up an hour later, but by then he had stripped the flustered reporter naked and pounded her tight little pussy.”

“Does he feel any remorse at all?” Alison asks, “and what did the girl think about the way she was treated?”

After a moment of hesitation I tell the wide-eyed coed about part two of the posted story. “Well, there wasn't much dialog, but the call-girl joins them in the bed for a three-way romp where they teach the young journalist all sorts of new skills.” Alison wrinkles her nose at that and I make a mental note not to suggest a threesome with her and her friends any time soon.

Before the night ends, Alison gets completely dressed again in her skirt and blouse. She's sitting on the hotel desk and looks up at me in surprise, as if she didn't realize I was in the same room.

“I'm sorry Sir, is there something you needed from me?” It was, I have to admit even after everything else we had done, a very sexy look and I could feel my barely recovering cock start to twitch in anticipation.

Together we play out a scene where her demanding boss summons the (now more experienced) young woman into his office for some 'special' duties. Her blowjob this time is beginning to show real promise, but I pull her off my dick, bend her over the desk and lift her pencil skirt just high enough that I could see her pink slit. It is pretty sexy taking the fully clothed 'secretary' face down on the desk with her skirt pulled up. Alison seems to think so too, because she gasps and jerks as I plow into her her from behind. Even with the pills, I am nearing the limit of what an old man can do and this last fuck takes a good long time. Alison cums two or maybe even three times before I finally squeeze out a final deposit into her womb, and at last she seems satisfied.

By this time the bed looks inviting for reasons that have nothing to do with sex, and we curl up together under the expensive Egyptian cotton sheets.