The Secretary

It is pleasant to lie on the great bed with Alison talking about different possible scenarios. In did not take long before we decided to focus on the book with the Billionaire boss and his blackmailed secretary. The small-town girl in The **** Secretary had reminded me of Alison when I first skimmed through the Harlequin, and the similarities between the innocent young secretary and Alison did not go unnoticed by her either.

“Is that why you picked that one out, Sir?” The pretty blonde teases me gently, “because you wanted to be that Alpha male who gets to plunder his pretty new secretary's sweet young body?” When I shrug out what might be confirmation, she smiles contentedly and gazes at me shyly

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“After being caught lying on her resume like that,” Alison reminds me of the key plot point of the book, “the poor heroine has **** but to let her boss do whatever he wanted ... she can't even protect her chastity.”

To my delight, Alison nervously covers herself with her hands much like that Harlequin heroine might have, and I'm more than a little tempted to wrench her arms above her head so I could feast my eyes on those perfectly formed hemispheres. Almost as though she can sense my desire to forcefully pull her hands away, Alison asks the obvious question.

“Please Sir, will you be gentle?” Alison is playing the innocent secretary perfectly and I decide to make this the magical moment that her loser boyfriend robbed her of.

“I'll be as careful as I can, Honey, but it might hurt a little before it gets better.” This is apparently the perfect answer because Alison stretches out like a cat, lifting her hands nervously and then slowly lays back on the bed completely naked. I've seen her like this before, but there is something about her acting that makes me want to fuck her all over again. Alison is clearly excited by the difference in the ages and experience between the book's two main characters.

“I know, Sir. I've never been with a man, but I know what to expect.” For all my innocent secretary's bravado neither she nor Alison who is doing her best to play the part is prepared for when I lower my mouth to her chest and start suckling at her breasts like a hungry child. Her small pink nipples are like a pair of perfectly matched jellybeans and my rough tongue scrapes across the rubbery nubs making them grow even harder.

“W-wha -” she stammers out in confusion, “Mr. Patterson, you shouldn't ... you can't ... Sir ... Oh my ...” I haven't even started fingering the petals that are slowly opening down between the legs. I know for a fact that her pussy is more than ready for me; I had after all just ravaged her like a powerful emir from some oil-rich middle eastern country. As I nibble on her hard little teats, my fingers make their way to her sex and tease her as she moans and wiggles under me. The foreplay probably wasn't even needed, but God she feels good.

I take my time working my fingers between the labia until I reach my elusive target. A younger man trying to satisfy this beautiful young woman might have gone straight for the prize, but with all my years come more than a little experience. To be fair most of that experience was between Fran's legs, but luckily the tricks I learned with my wife seem to have similar effect on this beautiful young woman.

“Oh, please -” she gasps as her fingers dig into my short hair and try to pull me closer. “Please Sir, I need this now ... please ... NOW!” If I had any doubt in my ability, the way her breasts lift and grind against my face as she cries out in uninhibited passion confirms that, with Alison at least, I have not lost my touch.

Before she can even recover, I have climbed back on top of her and capture her lips with mine. The kiss is long and hard and I by the time I finally lift my mouth from hers I have made it clear to her that I intend to take what I want and that there is nothing she can do to stop me. My cock is nudging at the entrance to her dripping passage and as I press forward, she spreads her legs a little more, rocking her pelvis in a way that demonstrates that she has more experience with what is to come than the innocent virgin she is pretending to be.

“No, please Sir!” After that passionate kiss, Alison is more than ready to put herself in the place of the innocent secretary who is doing her best not to succumb to the experience and desires of her older boss. Her hips are bucking under me so urgently that I have to reach my hand down to position myself just inside her tight sex.

“I'm gonna enjoy popping your tight little cherry” I rock back and forth savoring the moment and letting my virgin secretary realize she's about to have a man **** his way inside her for the first time. Her weak protests are for the sake of the scenario we are acting out because I've never seen a woman more ready to be fucked. It's totally fake, but all the same I like hearing her begging me not to deflower her as I press into her. Alison's wide eyes lock with mine and she bites her lower lip in anticipation.

That is all I need and with a hard push I plunge deep into her, impaling her on my shaft in one brutal thrust. It is at the same time so very wrong and so damn hot!

I know her cry of pain is as fake as the one from an hour ago, but it still adds to the illusion of the moment, and I freeze to let her adjust to the sudden intrusion. “You're so big.” Alison gasps into my ear, “so fucking big as you stretch open that Harlequin heroine's tight, untouched vagina.” Her words excite me, and I push in even deeper. “Ow, it hurts ... it hurts so good.” Another hard kiss silences her moans and as my cock stabs into her from below my tongue explores from above.

When the kiss finally ends Alison's long legs wrap around me and pull me in deeper. “Don't stop now, Mr. P.” She deftly bites the lobe of my ear before she lets me know what she wants. “Take her! Take her hard, Mr. P.” My ear is still stinging from her teeth, but Alison doesn't seem to care. “Fuck that **** virgin's sweet pussy hard until she's begging for your cock.”