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Chapter 31 by Manbear Manbear

Is Alison able to take my load?

She spits it out

“Wait! You can't ... that's gross!” Part of the appeal of taking one of Sparrowhawk's Imperial debutants is the innocence and purity of his female slaves. To play out this scenario of being the first man to see, touch and of course fuck this lovely captive had me going all week long. I don't even mind when she pulls away to protest at the last possible moment, it seems perfectly natural that she wouldn't want to swallow my jizz. That doesn't stop me from pushing her mouth back down on my cock, and it is probably it is the feeling of absolute power that I have that makes me lose control.

My first jet of cum covers her tongue and shoots all the way to the back of her throat. Even with my warning it is clear that Alison is not ready to take my load because she starts hacking and coughing even as my second blast covers her lips and chin. By this time, I'm getting off on painting the beautiful blonde on her knees before me and I aim the next blast lower to cover the pretty tits that are peaking up from her loosened bodice.

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Alison gasps in what could be shame and alarm, but judging by her self-satisfied smile I think is more a celebration of her success. It is actually the best blowjob I've gotten from my young tenant, and I'm pretty sure she knows it too. I'm certainly looking forward to more of these. Almost as soon as the smile appears, it turns into a scowl and her fists beat against my thighs dangerously close to some pretty tender areas.

“You're a pig and a scoundrel!” She manages to **** out after a short bout of coughing brings tears to her eyes. “I can't believe you made me serve you like a **** - in my wedding gown!” In the end I have to drop to the floor behind her and wrap my arms around her waist in order to protect myself. This demonstration of my superior strength quiets the young woman and soon she is sobbing quietly in my arms.

Before I turn my attention to removing the silk dress and panties that still cover her, I reach for Alison's tits now partially covered with globs of my ejaculate and squeeze them softly. I've explored Alison's near perfect breasts over a dozen times in the past week, but this fantasy is running almost out of control now and I don't know if I'll be able to stop anytime soon.

“Now, the next important step.”

What step is that?

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