Give her a climax

“Please, Master.” I'm a little surprised by the choice of words, but am too busy concentrating on bringing her the relief she needs so badly to give it much thought. Fingering a woman as she stands may be sexy, but it's not as easy as some other positions. Alison is twisting and jerking as I finger her and to make matters worse, one of her hands is clutching at my wrist as I was pleasuring her.

“Are you hot enough for me to make a place for you in my harem?” I growl softly into her pretty ear. “Or am I going to have to sell you off and come back to your planet and snatch another sweet teen to try?” Her needy moan tells me I'm on the right track.

“Master, please I'm so close.” Her slender body is firm and toned from years of dance training, and I know from last weekend just how flexible she can be too. Right now though I am interested in only one thing.

“I know, Angel.” I whispered softly into the soft blonde hair covering her ear, “I want to hear you cry out in pleasure. I want to hear what a good **** you're going to be.”

“Oh yes!” The words come out as a whimper and I feel her whole body start to shudder. “I'll be good for you, Sir." Her head tilts back and her eyes are closed as she gets closer to the end, but she is clearly taken with this fantasy of being owned. "And when I cum, Master, are you going to use me? Are you going to push me to the carpet and **** my legs apart so you can plunge your manhood into me as I cry out again and again?”

“Is that what you want?” I ask, and in spite of how close she is to her climax, I can see her doing her best to think out her response.

“I want you to take me, Mr. P,” she pants even as one of her hands is on top of mine pushing my fingers even harder against her pussy as she convulses against me' By now she is right on the edge of release and her words come out in broken gasps, “touch me everywhere ... examine my body as I struggle helplessly ... oh Jesus forgive me, I want you to tame me ... break me in ... make me your slu-aaauugh!”

This climax is as violent as any of the ones from the other night and I have to support her jerking body to keep Alison from collapsing in a heap at my feet.

“Are you OK, Honey?” It takes almost twenty seconds for her to get her breathing back under control and to be able to stand without my help. She turns in my arms, places her wrists on my shoulders and smiles up at me in wonder.

“Oh Mr. P, the things you make me feel.” She lift to the tips of her toes and brushes my lips in a soft kiss. “I meant what I said, Sir, but I want the whole experience.” She smiles shyly. “I haven't even started reading those books you gave me, but I know what I want. I want you to capture me ... like one of those slavers you told me about ... I want you to tie me up and then assess my body like a farmer picking out a new heifer.” She pauses long enough to collect her thoughts and her voice lowers to a barely audible sigh, “And then I want you to train me to be the hottest **** out of all the other Earth girls sold at the auction.”

“And do you want me to be the man that buys you?” I ask, curious to see how far into this imaginary fantasy she wants to travel. “Or do you want to be owned by one of the powerful warriors of that savage planet? A virile man who cares only about how good your soft alien body feels squirming under his muscular frame.” I love the way this sweet coed's eyes widen as I describe how she could be fucked. She looks down for a second or two before meeting my gaze again.

“I kinda like the uncertainty, Sir.” Alison's big eyes search my face for understanding, “Spend all week not knowing my fate, but you've got me all worked up too...” Perhaps realizing how that sounds she looks for reassurance. “Are you going to surprise me in my room, or start my training right now?”