Well, if she wants it rough ...

Alison wasn't kidding about not making it easy for me. She squirms in my arms and her knee comes dangerously close to my groin before before I twist her around so it is her soft ass, not her knee that is **** against my crotch. I reach for my belt before remembering I had switched to suspenders when I changed into the suit; luckily just a few feet away hanging from a rack in her closet is a fine selection of stylish belts in a variety of colors and styles. It takes less than a minute to have my captive's slender wrists firmly secured behind her back with a belt whose supple leather is perfect for the job.

I love the helpless way she looks with her hands bound behind her wearing nothing but that virginal white baby-doll night gown. When I turn her back to face me, the way her arms are pulled behind her accentuates the swell of her small breasts against the thin cotton of her nightdress. I consider tearing off the skimpy outfit, the sheer cotton would rip easily in my strong hands and I do like the idea of tearing the clothes off - my appraisal of her young body is abruptly stopped by her spitting in my face.

“Whap!” I certainly hadn't planned on slapping Alison when I agreed to play the villain, but my reaction is both instantaneous and severe. It is not by any means a hard blow, but it lands with a loud crack and I see her cheek start to redden. “Listen here you little cunt,” I rasp gripping the neckline of the nightie and twisting it to bring her to her tiptoes. “You can fight all you like, but if you try shit like that again you know what you'll get.” For just a second I see what might be a hint of satisfaction, but then she looks up at me boldly.

“I'm not afraid of you, Old Man!” Her voice trembles a little as Alison plays the role of the captured innocent perfectly and then to my surprise she spits at my face again. This time it is my left hand that connects with her right cheek so it is a bright red as its twin. Did she just bait me into hitting her? I remember how she said she didn't think I could be rough enough, and wonder what she thinks now.

“Are you afraid now?” I growl as I raise my hand again and this time she nods silently and her eyes drop to the floor. “You belong to me.” I warn her as I pull the straps of her night gown off her shoulders and jerk the garment down so her breasts are gloriously naked. Two more slaps right on her newly exposed tits make her wince, but perhaps more importantly make the small pink nipples peak into tight buds. “Do you know how to suck a man's cock?” Alison's eyes widen and for just a second she breaks out of character.

“Oh Mr. P, I didn't think you had it in you!” She whispers softly as she looks up at me her big eyes sparkling. “I don't have much experience, but don't let that stop you. I want you to take me hard, just like that mob boss would take his innocent prize.” With a groan of excitement I press her to her knees and back her up against her desk using her hair to hold her just where I want so so she has **** but take my cock. With her hands securely bound behind her the only contact between me and my beautiful young tenant is my cock in her mouth and the occasional brushing of my thighs against her swollen nipples.

“Please, Sir, I'm sorry.” Alison is fully back in character by the time I pull out of her mouth for the first time. “Don't do this. I'll be good!” I had to be careful, not to get carried away. I wanted Alison to experience the full effect of a brutal face-fuck, but I don't want to blow my load too soon.

“Open up, little whore.” I warn her as I guide my cock back into her mouth. “I want you to take it all this time, and if I feel any fucking teeth you're going to regret it.” The sound of her gagging as I push deeper should make me stop but instead I push forward a little more until I am past her gag-point. This is a first for me as well as Alison, as often as Fran would get me ready with her talented mouth she never once took me balls deep like I was down Alison's throat. I pull back out so she can breath and I see her **** on the spittle as she gasps for breath. Alison must have sensed my resolve weakening because even before I fully release her she spits on me again, this time a much juicier wad lands right on my cock.

“Fuck you, you disgusting pig!” She gasps even as my fingers tighten again in her hair. “Are you getting off on forcing an innocent girl forty years younger than you to suck your nasty meat?” She licks some of the strands of drool off her lips and then smiles up at me sweetly.

“You are, aren't you, Mr. P.” She whispers fiercely, “just don't forget you want to **** your fat sausage into that tight little virgin pussy of hers too, so don't blow your load if you're not absolutely positive that you can get it up again.” It is good advice, but I really want to feel her throat pulsing around the entire length of my shaft a few more times before we move on to the next course. I pull her mouth back to my cock savoring the feel of her warm lips wrapped around my meat and then pull out so she can speak.