Paint her face

“Oh yeah!” Alison is a little surprised when I jerk my cock out of her mouth, but she understands when the first pulse of cum shoots up over her face landing in a long string from her hair and all the way down her face. Even if she wanted to pull away, the dog collar around her neck keeps her firmly in place as I aim my cock a little lower. If you had asked me a week ago if I would like the chance to empty my balls on a woman's face, I would have laughed but things are moving fast right now, and I have to admit seeing this small-town southern girl on her knees with my jizz dripping down her face is an unexpected turn-on.

“You're mine now, Honey.” I press the last remaining bead of white onto her lips coating her red lips with a thin sheen. “My handmaiden to use anyway I like, right?” Her big eyes open slowly, and she looks up at me in a state of shock and wonder.

“Yes Sir.” She touches the black leather collar around her neck, “You own me, Master. Just like my great grandfathers used young black slavegirls to use for their sexual pleasure.” I was a little surprised to hear that Alison was aware of this dark bit of American history, particularly because she was educated by nuns in a Catholic all-girls school deep in the south.

“That's right, Honey.” I brush back a lock of her blonde hair behind her ear before adding another little jab to keep her on her toes. “Not just for sex either. Plantation owners back then used to breed their property and sell the light-skinned girls off as fancy maids for other men to enjoy.” Her eyes drop and she squirms nervously on her knees and her husky whisper is so low I almost miss it.

“Yes, Master. I know.”

“Go get cleaned up, Honey.” I lift the trembling coed to her feet and push her towards the stairs.

“Yes, Master.” Alison scoops up the pile of discarded clothes giving me a tempting look at her ass when she's bent over. I'm not sure if is a deliberate try to tempt me, but it certainly has my attention. I watch with a smile on my face as she scurries up the steps with her firm tits bouncing with every step. Less than thirty seconds later I hear the squeak of the shower faucet and know she must be under the running water.

That is my cue to follow. The door to the upstairs bathroom is not locked, and when I step into the small bathroom, the way her big eyes widen makes it is clear that Alison wasn't expecting me to intrude on her privacy like this.

“Master?”

“I thought I'd get a good look at my new handmaiden.” I slowly unbutton my shirt and pull it off as the coed watches me wide-eyed. “I'm not just going to inspect you, girl, I'm going to make sure you are nice and clean.”

“Yes, Sir.” Alison shyly turns away, “you wouldn't want a dirty girl serving you, would you?” By now I have kicked off my shoes and my pants are coming down fast. “Or do you want me to be dirty?”

I step into the shower, eager to get my hands on Alison's soapy body. I know I've already spread her legs and plunged into deeply into her warm recesses, but somehow this was different. Perhaps it is because this time Alison is mine to do with as I wished, but it could also be the way she is eying me nervously with her hands clutched together under her chin.

“Don't be scared, Alison.” I murmur as I take the plastic loofa from her hands, “I will be a good Master, if you obey me in all things.”

“I will, Sir, I promise.” It is a truly pleasurable experience to have a nineteen-year-old body to explore. I wash every inch of her with the soapy lather in the loofa and then with my bare hands paying particular attention to her firm round breasts and the sweet 'V' between her soft white thighs. I don't even pretend this is anything other than sexual. When she moans softly, I push her firmly against the tiles using my weight to pin her to the wall.