She wins this first round.

Imagining Alison gagging with my hands in her hair and my cock fully buried down her throat is a mistake. What little control I had left is gone in an instant and the first jet of cum is shooting into her mouth before I even realize that I don't have as much restraint as I thought. Alison tries to swallow, but by the time I'm done she has cum dripping down her chin and onto her tits. With her hands still behind her back there's not much she could do about it, but instead of being upset, Alison looks up at me with undisguised pride in her eyes.

“I did it Mr. P!” I smile down at her nodding in approval, “You didn't think I'd be able to, but I made you cum.”

“You did good, girl. If you suck your master like that, you are going to be very popular.” This reminder of her supposed fate is enough to get Alison back into character.

“You're a disgusting pervert.” She spits out the last bit of my essence onto the floor. “Untie me this instance so I can clean this stuff off.”

“No.” I don't raise my voice or slap her like a true Gorean male likely would have, but the coolness of my refusal makes her squirm at my feet. “What are you going to do now? You promised that you'd wait ... I have an hour right?” Something in Alison's tone made me wonder if she was hoping I'd renege on our arrangement and take her anyways, but even with the ED pills, I still need a little time to recover so I don't mind waiting.

“That's right little dove.” I lift her to her feet and hold her as she wobbles, “You've bought yourself an hour, for what little good it will do you.” I lead her to the bathroom and run the water in the sink to warm it up as I find a washcloth. It is tempting to leave my junk dripping off her face, but I plan to be kissing those plump lips of hers pretty soon and don't particularly care for the taste of cum. Alison lifts her face gratefully and lets me wash her she barely even protests when I shift my attention from her lips and chin to the soft mounds below where the ejaculate has been dripping. I do like the way her nipples tighten into hard buds as the now cooler washcloth drags over them, and I spend more time than is actually needed to make sure her tits are completely clean.

“Tell me about this friend of yours, Gabby.” I tell her as I guide her into her bedroom. “Is she still a virgin?”

Alison's deo-eyes get even bigger, but she nods silently after only a moment of hesitation.

“Gab has had the same boyfriend since high school, they agreed to wait for their wedding.” I very much doubt that this young woman's boyfriend was happy about that agreement, but who knows.

“What do you think she'd do if you texted her and told her that you needed to speak to her in private right away?”

“Please don't do this!”

“Is she a good friend, would she come over to talk? Even this late at night?” There is a tell-tale moment of hesitation before Alison shakes her head.

“We're not that close, Mister.” The more she talks the more **** she sounds. “Gabrielle might talk to me on the phone, but she's not going to come over here at night.”

“I think you're lying to me.” I tell her as I pick up her phone. “I think a good Christian girl like that would be more than ready to help a fellow Bible Study group member facing a personal crisis.” I'm not about to ruin my weekend plans by bringing in some stranger, but I do like the way Alison is squirming nervously. “I bet you have some other pretty friends worth snatching too.”