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Chapter 10 by Manbear Manbear

Now that you have her, can you make her like it?

She fights 'til the end

“Owwh, stop it.” Alison apparently is not going to stop fighting just because my cock is driving deeper and deeper into her young body. She wiggles and gasps beneath me. “You're a bastard, Mr. P.” I chuckle softly and with one final push, bottom out in her tight pussy. “Ow!” Her grunt of pain almost makes me stop but as if she senses my hesitation she jerks against me as she tells me just what to do. “You'd better hold me down. If you want this tight pussy of mine, you're gonna have to take it!”

“Yes, I know.” I laugh wickedly, “Go ahead and fight me, Miss Miller; I've got last month's rent coming, and I'm going to take every last cent out of this hot sexy cunt of yours.” The next few minutes both of us are too busy to talk, Alison, doing her very best to dislodge me, and I have my hands full just holding her down and riding her gyrating body. Thankfully, Alison is not screaming in panic because my hands are each busy grasping her slender wrists. The other thing that I can't help but notice is her wild bucking as she tries to push me away has the effect of rubbing my cock into an even harder state.

“Oh yeah, this is good.” I grunt, “The very first day I met you I wanted this.” This is not exactly true. To be sure I noticed Alison's hot curves the very first time I saw her, but I hadn't been lusting after her from day one. For one thing, until the first time Dick came over, I thought this pretty thing might still be a virgin, but more importantly I was content with my life of stoic solitude. Besides, it is not like a grumpy old guy like is likely to attract the attention of someone as vibrant and sunny as Alison. I'm not sure how long it took for me to start peeking down her tops, or checking out her ass as she walked by like a horny high school kid. That's not really the point anyways. Alison clearly wants to experience being held down and taken, and the least I could do was fulfil her dark fantasy.

“This is your fault, Angel.” I tell her as her struggles slowly start to abate, “you wander around the house with your tight jeans and form-fitting tops ...” putting the blame on the victim seems to be the oldest trope in the world, but in this case I sense Alison at least partially believing me.

“Please Mr. P.” Alison's face stares up at me in desperation and I feel her struggles weaken, “I didn't mean to tease you.” I take advantage of her self doubt to get first one and then the other of her limber legs bent back and trapped between my arms, this time when I capture her wrists again she is folded back like a pocketknife and my cock sinks even deeper into her. She grunts and tries to kick her legs free, but I am in complete control now, and she has **** but to let me take her.

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“You were begging for this,” I laugh triumphantly as I continue to rock into her as she struggles beneath me. “The sweet small-town girl from Tennessee, wide-eyed and so damn innocent and sexy at the same time.” She turns her head away and I sense that she is having a hard time resisting the effects of a man's cock filling her again and again.

“No, please.” I love the way she looks pinned down and helpless as I fuck her, “Stop! Now before it's too late.” There is no chance at all that I'm going to stop until I've sated my pent up urges in her tight teenaged body. “I'm not on the pill … please, Mr. P, I can't get pregnant!” That's not really an issue that this poor girl has to worry about with me, but instead of telling her about my vasectomy I decide to take this twisted fantasy of hers to its bitter end.

“Good.” I growl like a feral animal, “I'm going to fill your ripe womb with my seed.” The image of her belly and breasts swelling as my baby grew within her made me regret my sterile junk, but the threat had the exact effect I wanted on the young woman pinned beneath me. Another round of struggling, if anything even more **** than the others, follows and It is all I can do to keep by cock buried within her. “The pure preacher's daughter carrying a child out of wedlock?” I laugh as I ride her bucking frame, “You won't be able to hide your secret this time, everyone will know how you have fallen.”

“Please, Mr. P, I'm begging you ...” Alison's strength is nearly gone and her piteous pleading is her only hope. “I can't get pregnant … I can't … oh, please. I can't.” I'm ashamed to admit her begging only makes me want to take her harder, and knowing that there is really no chance that I'm going to actually knock her up frees me to engage fully in this perverse fantasy of hers. I had hoped to make this encounter last much longer, in fact I had delusions of fucking her until she was begging me, but that ship has sailed, I can feel my own orgasm boiling up and Alison is still fighting.

I feel the exact moment of Alison's surrender. With the first pulse of my ejaculate bathing her insides she lets out a moan of anguish, the second jet a half second later elicits a soft groan and with the third her whole body shudders and the softens until she is folded against mine like a soft t-shirt. With that I release her wrists and her arms and legs encircle my body and she clings to me tightly as she softly twitches in rhythm to the last of my cum being milked from my cock.

Have I completely ruined this poor sobbing wreck, or is this exactly what she needed?

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