The teasing coed

“This is what you want, Mr. P, isn't it?” Alison is as excited as I am, “A teasing coed with a tight teen pussy to pound?” She pulls off her t-shirt in one fluid motion but quickly holds it in front of her hiding her pretty tits, “When you drive through town do you check out all the hotties and wonder what out tits look like?”

“I already know what your tits look like, Angel.” I chuckle easily. surprised and pleased by this new Alison, “What I want to see now is your sexy ass.” Her eye's widen at the coarseness of my demand, but she rolls over and climbs onto her hands and knees looking back at me over her shoulder. She might be sensitive about her small tits, but clearly she knows that her firm ass is hot.

“That's right, Mr. P, you like this tushie of mine don't you?” She isn't wrong. I've seen this ass wrapped in tight jeans and just barely covered by skirts so short that I'm sure her parents don't know about them, but this is the first good look I've gotten at her backside in the flesh and my already hard cock jerks in response. “You were going to take your rent money out of this. Do you think you'll get your money's worth?”

“We'll have to see, Honey.” I growl as I position myself behind her and place my right hand possessively on the curve of her cheek. The tremor I feel at my touch is an indication that Alison is not quite as sure of herself as she is pretending. The soft skin is warm and smooth and her ass is as firm as I always imagined.

“Mr. P, you are so bad.” Alison gasps in excitement, “feeling up my teenaged ass like a judge at a state fair checking out a blue-ribbon heifer.” All my trips to state fairs in my youth had focused on the rides and carny games, the only time I ever even stepped into the barns was to see the tractor pulls, but the image of checking her out like she was a animal for sale appeals to some of my darker fantasies and I squeeze her cheek hard.

“You've been teasing me with this ass all year long.” My voice hoarse with desire, “Those jeans you wear should be registered as a lethal weapon.”

“And now this ass belongs to you, Sir.” Alison moans, “I can't pay my rent, so I have to let you do whatever you want...Aiigh!” Her sudden cry comes as my hand lands on her twitching derrière with a sharp 'smack'. “Oh dear Jesus! Is this how you are going to punish me, Sir?” She gasps softly, “are you going to spank me like a naughty girl for teasing you?” She cries out again as my hand lands on her other cheek, I'm not hitting her that hard but the feeling of power I have over her is as powerful an aphrodisiac as any I could have hoped for. Even though it was only a few hours ago that I pumped my cum over her pretty face I was ready for another go.

“Oh, I'm going to spank you,” I laugh moving my hand between her globes and tracing the thin crack down to the gap between her thighs, “but that's just the start of how I plan to get my rent money out of you.”

“Are you going to mount me like this, like a bull covering -” Alison stops in mid thought. “Oh my God, you have to wear a condom, Mr. P!” Even in the middle of her erotic spanking Alison has not forgotten about the ultimate purpose of intercourse. “I have a box in my table, I can't get pregnant - I can't!”

In spite of her assertion, I wonder if she'd let me do her like this anyways. I know that I can't get her pregnant, but it would only add to the sense of power to take her bareback and make her submit to me and the possibility of bearing my child. Her sex is dripping, and she seems to be aroused by this position I've placed her in.