Start with a blow-job

“Haven't you been trained, girl?” I pretend to be surprised at being sent such a raw ****.

“Just a little, Master.” Alison looks up nervously as I slowly approach, “I've only been on this strange planet for less than a week. Where I'm from, young women are not taught how to please men.”

“Well then, you'd better learn fast if you don't want to end up mucking shit in the stables.” I tell her firmly, “On this planet, just being beautiful is not enough.” Her shy grin makes me want to fuck her even more.

“I understand, Master.” Her hand rests on my chest, “I'll try my best, Sir.” Alison carefully unbuttons my pajamas, pausing now and then to kiss the exposed flesh as she slowly strips me. At first when she is removing my top the kisses land on my chest, shoulders and abdomen, but when she sinks to her knees and pulls down the bottoms her lips are soon brushing against my engorged dick. “Do you like this, Master,” she whispers, “I've only started learning about using my mouth to pleasure a man.” Before I can start to answer, the horny little '****' takes almost half of my length into her mouth and a wave of pleasure shoots upward from my groin.

“Oh Wow, that's good.” I groan softly, “Did you blow your boyfriend like this back in your old life.” Her eyes widen in surprise, but she pulls off of my cock long enough to answer shyly.

“Of course not, Master. I told you - I was raised to be a good girl.” Her mouth returns to work on my throbbing member, and I rest my hand on her head as she experiments with this new skill. It's not a great blowjob, but it's not bad either and if she wants to continue practicing, who am I to slow her progress.

“You're certainly a good girl now, Angel. Real good.” I've never felt a woman giggling with my cock halfway down her mouth, but I have to tell you it is an odd (but not unpleasant) sensation.

“Don't tell me you were saving yourself for some special guy.” I push a little more of my meat into her mouth and she gags a little before pulling off of me spluttering. Her blush travels both up to her cheeks and downward to the pale skin of her breasts.

“I'm not a virgin, Master.” Her small hands continue stroking me as she punctuates her words with soft kisses on the swollen purple knob of my cock. “Even if I had been when I was first kidnapped, by the time the slavers were done sharing me, Sir, my purity is long gone.” And then with a renewed vigor she returns to my cock as her fingers stroke the saliva covered shaft that her lips can't reach.

I came close to finishing in her mouth, but even with the magic of modern-day pharmaceuticals, I knew I wanted to have her in as many ways as possible.

“Get on the bed, girl.” I tug on her hair and keep pulling as she climbs to her feet. I'm not really pulling her to her feet by her hair, but I use enough **** to suggest it. Alison seems to respond to the implied ****.

“Please, Master. Be gentle with me.” I push her onto the oversized bed and kick off the pajama bottoms that were still bunched around my ankles.

“I'm going to fuck you any way I like, ****.” I growl as I climb after her onto the surprisingly firm mattress, “The last thing I need is to have you tell me what to do.”

“I'm sorry, Sir.” Alison looks genuinely frightened, but then I see the excitement as she cowers before me. “Please don't whip me, I'll do anything you want.” Now it is my turn to hide a smile. I very much doubt that Alison knew all the perverse things I could do to her young body when she offered to do anything.