Not really

We watch the movie together quietly, occasionally commenting about the characters. When Alison makes a comment about how pretty Emma Watson is I assure her that she is easily as pretty as the sexy actress. We laugh a little at the character of Gaston who in spite of his boorishness seems harmless enough. It is only when Belle ends up in the castle and meets the Beast for the first time that Alison's attention is fully focused on the unfolding story.

“Oh wow.” She turns to me as the scene changes from the dark dungeon cells to the opulent bedchamber. “That's quite the bed.” As the movie continues with some annoying banter between the candlestick and a fat clock, I push the conversation away from the G-rated dialogue of the movie.

“Do you think Belle knows why the Beast put her in a room with that giant bed?” Alison smiles shyly and even gets a little blush on her cheeks.

“She must, Mr. P.” Her hand rests on the book on her lap. “She might not have any firsthand experience with men, but she's read all those romances about far-a-way kingdoms, young lovers and demanding villains.” With a look of steadfast determination Alison slips from the couch to the floor and looks up at me from her knees. “Stop the movie, Mr. P.” I realize what she has in mind only after I hit pause, and by then it is far too late to stop her.

“Please, your highness,” She crawls forward until her head is inches from my thigh, “What do you want from me.” The point of watching the movie was to avoid this, but now that she's her at my feet in the virginal white nightgown, my resistance is all but gone.

“I'm no prince,” I do my best to put an extra threatening growl in my words. “I'm a Beast - call me that.” Alison lowers her eyes and responds softly.

“Yes, Beast.” Her hands clench nervously on her lap, “I'm sorry, Sir.”

There is another brief pause before she inches a little closer and this time she places her small hand on my knee.

“I know what great lords expect from their female subjects, are you going to use my innocent body like that, Beast?” She lifts herself up on her knees until she is positioned between my spread legs. “I'll do what I must, but you'll have to show me what to do. I've never been with a man before and don't know what you want.” As much as this is exactly what I hoped for, I am still careful not to take advantage of my hapless tenant.

“Are you sure about this, Angel?” I guess I really didn't have to worry her changing her mind. Alison is as ready now as she was earlier in her bedroom.

“Please, Mr. P.” Alison's big eyes meet mine unflinchingly, “I can't think about anything but that huge beast taking poor Belle.” Even after the release she had upstairs it looks like my young tenant is going to fall apart if I don't give her what she wants, and it's not just her. I need the relief too.

“Unfasten my belt, Belle.” I tell her, “I'll teach you how to use your mouth.” Less than thirty seconds later my Khakis and boxers are pulled down past my knees and my erection is swaying back-and-forth like a king cobra in front of its mesmerized victim.

“It's so big, Beast.” Her hands encircled the shaft tenderly. “It must be as long and thick as my arm.” This is clearly an exaggeration. I'm as well-endowed as most men, maybe even a little bit bigger than some, but Alison is clearly playing up the fantasy of a huge Beast and the package he might be carrying between his hairy legs. “I don't think I can do this ...”

“You don't have a choice, Belle.” I growl again and with a handful of her soft blonde hair I pull her face forward so my dick is rubbing all over her face. “Open your pretty mouth and start sucking!” As soon as her mouth opens even a bit, I push the head of my cock between her lips filling her little mouth with my meat. Her hands grip the shaft of my erection below her lips and start pumping with more enthusiasm than skill. “Make it good, Honey, if you can't finish the job with your mouth, I'm going to **** this fuckstick into your tight little pussy and fill your womb with my virile seed!” This last threat makes Alison pull off my cock with strands of spittle dripping from her full lips.

“No! Beast, please, I can't have a baby.” In spite of her protests, I can see the excitement in the shy teen's eyes.

“Well then,” I push her head down on my throbbing meat, “you'd better get me off with your pretty mouth or you'll have a litter of hairy beasts filling your belly.” My threat seems to have the desired effect, because I can feel her tongue swirling around the head of my dick with extra energy.