Slow and gentle

“Please Mr. Patterson, do this!” There is no doubt in my mind that once inside her even just this much, Miss Miller's demanding boss would indeed finish claiming this lovely young woman, but it doesn't have to be violent.

“I'll be as gentle as I can, Miss Miller, but it may still hurt a little.” The age old cliché does little to calm her and I sense her growing reticence as the head of my cock starts rising upwards into the entryway of her tight passage. “We'll start nice and slow; it will get better once you get used to it.”

“Sir, don't make me do this!”

“I'm not going to make you do anything, Miss Miller.” I whisper softly as I pull her upright carefull not to dislodge the end of my penis as I cup her tit in my hand. “In fact, by the time I'm done warming you up, you're going to be begging me to fuck your pure little pussy.”

“Never!” Alison gasps, but there just isn't much strength to her protest and I ignore it as I continue exploring her teenaged body. I could feel her nipple tighten even more until I was rolling a hard little ball of flesh between my fingertips as she contiues to whimper. “I can't ... Oh dear Lord ... NO!” Her last plea comes as my other hand slides downward across her belly and through the tangle of soft downy hair to where my cock has already found its future home.

For the next few minutes I finger and stroke her, careful not to press any deeper into her but also to not let her wiggle free of the knob. My Miss Miller moans and pleads but I can feel her resistance start to crumble and I continue to play the role of the ruthless boss.

“Admit it my Dear,” I growl crudely, “you want my cock stretching open your tight little cunt as much as I want to do it.”

“No! I'm a good girl...” Her protest is even weaker than before.

“Really?” I tease her mercilessly, “Do good girls lie on their resumes? Do they tease their bosses with sexy little outfits, or let them grope you like a little slut ... or put their nasty dicks inside your tight little treasure?”

“Please ...” Her whimper is sexy as fuck.

“Please what? Miss Miller.” I pinch her nipple even harder, “Tell me what you want. TELL ME!”

“Please ...” she hesitates as she searches for the right words, “... make love to me.”

“This isn't about love, Miss Miller.” I keep my tone level and cool, “I want to hear you ask me to fuck your pussy.” I feel her inner muscles tighten around the tip of my cock when she hears my coarse language, is the dirty talk exciting her, is it the fact that my manhood is stretching her vulva, or is it the feeling of being completely in my control.

“I couldn't!” Alison is clearly deep into her roleplaying, “I can't say those words.” In spite of her protests, I have no doubt that it is only a matter of time.

“You have to.” I warn her as I squeeze her soft breast a little harder. “Or you'll never get the release you need.”

“Just do it, Sir.” Alison's ass is grinding back trying to swallow more of my cock as I finger her steadily, “I can't stop you.”

“Do what?” I was relentless, “Tell me what you need, Miss Miller.”

“Fuck me!” It is little more than a whisper, but there is no mistaking the words. “Fuck my virgin pussy ... fuck me ... use me ... make me yours.”