She cums hard

Alison's climax is so sudden and intense that even though I saw it building, I am still stunned when I see her arch back and scream.

The orgasm consumes her like she's been possessed. It takes almost thirty seconds for her twitching to come under control, and even then, her breathing is ragged and her chest heaves with exertion making her teenaged tits jiggle. Unable to resist any longer I move from the chair and sit next to her on her bed.

“I'm so embarrassed, Mr. P.” Alison's hushed whisper makes me smile gently.

“You did great, Angel.” I assure her, “Did that feel as good as it looked?” Her tiny nod is almost imperceptible, but I've gotten better at reading her nonverbal tells and I see she is not comfortable at all.

“I didn't think I could ... you know, do that.” Her arms and legs pull together until she is curled up in a fetal ball. “I'm sorry.”

“It's OK, Alison.” I rest my hand on her warm shoulder. “There's nothing to be ashamed about.”

“Really Mr. P?” She pushes my hand away as she sits back up. “I just got off thinking about a virgin princess getting impregnated by a man she'd never even met. What kind of sick person does that?”

“That's not that unusual, Honey.” I squeeze her hands firmly, “I promise. There are whole series of books written about innocent young women being taken and impregnated by men.” Her eyes lift to find mine again and I see the skepticism on her expressive face.

“No way.” If I wanted to, it would not be hard to show her an Amazon page filled with titles like Bred by the Billionaire or A Baby for the Babysitter. Judging by the number of these books sold each year, the idea of knocking up a young woman is a pretty popular turn-on. Instead, I ignore the breeding part of the fantasy and stick to something easier.

“I bet most men have fantasized about having their own Disney Princess to play with.” I take her in my arms and hold her tight until her sniffling slowly subsides. A few minutes later Alison wipes her eyes and then bites her lip nervously.

“Even you, Mr. P? Have you ever fantasized about taking your own fairy-tale princess,” she hesitates suddenly unsure of herself, “I could do that ... if you wanted.”

“Mmm ...” Is this really what I want? That's why I proposed this arrangement in the first place, right? To have a sexy teenager to play out all my secret fantasies with. “Yeah, I'd like that. I'd like that a lot.”

“You don't think it's kinda weird?”

“No Alison, I think it's pretty hot.” The relief on her face makes her smile as bright as ever.

“Wow, Mr. P.” Her giggle is so much nicer than the earlier sniffling, “I didn't know you were that kinky.” Alison's voice takes on a more confident tone, “Which princess would you want? A classic like Sleeping Beauty or Snow White, or would you rather have one of the newer princesses like Ana and Elsa from Frozen?”