This is just the beginning

“Oh, fuuuccck!” I don't know if I'm more surprised by her use of that crude word, or the way her pussy suddenly floods just seconds after the first pulse of cum erupts from my member. I take advantage of the extra sloppiness to pound her as hard as I can before my cock loses it's hardness and Alison is bucking under me like a wild thing. It is close to three minutes later when I finally roll off of her and scoop her up into my arms. We are both still breathing hard, but Alison has a wicked grin on her face and her eyes are sparkling when she speaks.

“That was even better than the book.” Alison's expressive eyes meet my gaze boldly, challenging me to deny the obvious.

“I wasn't too rough was I?” I can't remember exactly how the Desert Sheik in the Harlequin responded when he popped the heroine's cherry, but I couldn't hold back once I was deep inside her.

“You were perfect,” she giggles, “wow I came so hard, I wish my first time had been like that.” Perhaps it is the medicine doing its magic, but the thought of forcing apart this sweet Preacher's Daughter legs and tearing past her hymen like that proud desert price had taken the pleading bridesmaid makes my cock pulse with renewed life. Alison doesn't miss the twitching where my semi-hard shaft rests against her thigh and her hand moves down to encircle the column with her small fingers. “It looks like that captured American beauty is going to have a long night in the desert king's tent.” Alison words are low and breathy as she stretches out on the great bed. “Her poor little kitty won't be quite so tight by morning, will it Mr. P?”

“You don't mind?” I am a little embarrassed by how turned on I am by the idea of deflowering an innocent young woman, Alison however just laughs at my hesitation.

“Really Mr. P?” Her small hand starts moving with intent on my shaft and I can feel the blood filling it again, “Last week, I shared my first fantasy of a young virgin being **** by a much older Hun warrior. Do you think anything you can come up with can match that?”

“Well, when you put it like that...”

“You can do anything you want to that poor girl, Mr. P.” She arches her back so her firm round breasts lift invitingly, but she never lets go of my throbbing cock. “She may have still been pure when you took her the first time, but you know how eager Western girls are once they've been properly broken in,” I wonder for a second how many young American women really do find themselves in the private brothels and harems of the Middle East, but Alison is not done, “or we can reset back to when she is first brought to your room so you can deflower her all over again?” She pauses long enough to lick her lips making them gleam in the light from the bedside lamp. “I didn't really put up much of a fight defending my virtue, you could tie me down with these scarves on this amazing bed and toy with my young body until I beg you to claim me ...” Again my cock throbs on its own and Alison smiles knowingly.

“Or you could switch to one of the other stories. Did you like the one where the feisty geologist is tamed by rival oil-baron?” I clearly recall the scene where the captured young woman is positioned on her hands and knees in the hayloft of her family's bitter rivals and drilled from behind by their eldest son until she screams out in passionate surrender. It is surprisingly intense for a Harlequin and I wonder how many sedate young housewives were tempted to try something like that after reading the graphic description, but Alison barely hesitates before offering another wicked scenario “or maybe the sweet young secretary who gets blackmailed by her demanding boss and is **** to surrender her virtue to him in order to keep her job?”