She protests weakly

“Stop it!” I ignore her weak protest as I slowly nibble at the lower edges of her sex. “This is wrong, so wrong, Sir.” It wasn't wrong at all, it is fucking amazing!

“No. Stop!” I'm not sure if it is Alison who is objecting to my burying my face between her soft thighs, or if she is still lost in the fantasy and pretending that it is the innocent young secretary who is trying to keep her demanding boss from eating her out, but it doesn't really matter because I am licking and sucking on her pussy no matter what. Alison tastes sweet with just a hint of saltiness and the way her hips buck under me lets me know that in spite of her protests she is responding like I expected. In fact, I have to pull away much sooner than I wanted to because with even just a little more stimulation she was going to cum all over my face.

“I thought you said you were a virgin, Miss Miller.” I growl cruelly, rubbing her sex with my fingers and gently thumbing the little strip of skin between her pussy and anus, “It looks to me like you're nothing but a randy little slut.” Clearly my young tenant has never had a man finger her perineum like this and when the ball of my thumb strokes against her puckered ass she jerks in a mixture of alarm and delight. Mostly though, I concentrate on the other end of her dripping slit; it is to early in this relationship for any kind of anal penetration, but it never hurts to get her used me expanding the boundaries of her erogenous zones. “Only a bad girl would get off on having a man lick her like this.”

“No, Mr. Patterson!” Her denial only makes me want her more, “I really am a good girl, please don't make me do this.” I cannot even begin to tell you how good it feels to have my hand wedged into the gap between her smooth thighs with my fingers teasing open her petals. Alison's wicked portrayal of the innocent young secretary who is being **** well out of her comfort zone is spot on. She knows she should stop me, but can't find the strength to deny her demanding boss. By now I'm more than ready to finish this shared fantasy with a bang and judging by how slick her labia are she wants this as much as I do.

“Do you think your young man would eat you like this?” I ask, and Alison's moan of frustration makes me smile with satisfaction. “I doubt it, I bet he is more interested in your eternal soul than this sweet little pussy of yours, Miss Miller.” I feel her jerk under me, lifting her pelvis to my face as she tries to get some satisfaction. “Here's what we'll do. I'll leave your holy soul for him and I'll take your tight little body!” Moving up from her pussy, I kiss my way over the swell of her soft belly and head for her perfect tits. “I'm going to defile this pure body of yours, I'm going to make you crave my cock like an addiction.”

“You Mr. P are a wicked man.” Alison breaks character long enough to urge me on even as she lifts her breasts for me to devour. “She can't stop you. You can do whatever you want to that poor Harlequin heroine, and she has ****.” She pulls you to her for a fierce kiss. “She's not just going to lay there and let you fuck her, Mr. P. You're going to have to hold her down and take what you want as she thrashes around and pleads for mercy!” With that last warning she suddenly pushes at my chest and her hips buck and squirm trying to get free.

“Stop this!” My Miss Miller hisses as I pull her legs wide. “Please, Sir, I'm begging you...” I probably should not be enjoying holding the wiggling young virgin down, but I've already discovered that I am not quite as upstanding as I once thought, it seems that I am getting as excited by this **** fantasy as my young tenant.

“How could someone as hot as you still have your fucking cherry, Miss Miller?” My cock finds her wet slit on it's own this time which is a good thing because I have to hold her hands to keep her from scratching at my face. “If I was a boy in your school I would have found some way to lure you in my back seat and pounded the living shit out of you.” The mental image of Alison getting banged in some horny teenager's car only adds to my excitement and I push into her with a hard thrust.

“Noooooo!” Just like in the book, Alison fights me until that sweet moment when I ram my cock deep into her dripping pussy.

“You're mine now!” I growl in her ear as she jerks and shudders under my demanding thrusts. “I'm going to take you so hard and so often that you won't even be able to think by the time I'm done with you.” Her soft moan is accompanied by her legs wrapping around my waist and I figure it is safe to let go of her wrists as I change my grip to grab at her ass.

It doesn't take long before we are both right on the edge of a climax when Alison whispers one last thought that pushes us both over the edge. “Poor Miss Miller isn't on the pill, Mr. P.” Her eyes are wheeling with a perverse excitement. “If you fill her fertile womb with your seed she might have to explain to Roger why her belly is growing so round.” Suddenly she stiffens and her mouth opens in a silent scream. I feel her muscles clench my girth as she cries out in response and I have to fight the urge to pump my load into her.