A girl for my pleasure

“You do want a ****-girl, Mr. P!” Alison almost giggles, “I think it would be OK, after all you've done to make this night special.” It is pointless for me to deny this particular fantasy; not with the night we shared last weekend. Not with this eager teen here in the privacy of this luxurious hotel suite far from my hometown ... I shrug my shoulders and smile sheepishly.

“Well yeah, I guess it's always been a thing for me.”

“Tell me more,” Alison sits on the huge bed and smiles up at me encouragingly. “Do you picture yourself a powerful man from ancient history, or maybe a ruler in a remote Middle Eastern emirate just like that book you gave me to read.” Her hands fold together nervously on her lap, but she doesn't stop her questioning. “Do you you want an experienced lover trained in all manner of ways to please a man, or do you prefer someone young and fresh that you can break in yourself.”

“Some of each, as for when or where,” I sit down on the firm bed a foot or so away from the sexy young coed, “my favorite fantasy is a world where slavery is commonplace much like in ancient Rome or the Ottoman Empire, where public auctions do a brisk business selling pretty females to demanding masters.” Her eyes drop again to her hands but I see a tremor travel down her arms and her nipples dimple the bodice of her tight dress. “When wars are fought, the teenaged daughters and pretty young wives of the defeated countries can sometimes glut the market, but in normal times the need for fresh meat is met by parents who fall into debt selling off their daughters, and when that isn't sufficient, specialized hunters prowl the countryside in search of pretty young females to snatch.”

“Oh my God, Mr. P, those poor women would be so scared.” Your description clearly is getting to her, she is no longer quite as composed as she was just a minute ago. “If slavery is as common as you say, then they know what is going to happen to them if they are bought by a powerful master.” Her legs are rocking together now in a slow steady rhythm and her breathing is becoming more ragged.

“Not always.” I wait for her doe eyes to lift to meet mine. “Imagine that inter-dimensional travel has been discovered and that these hunters have found a way to travel through space and time to modern day Earth and extend their hunting grounds to high schools and colleges teaming with ripe young prizes.” I chuckle cruelly, “21st century America would be a rich hunting ground indeed.”

“Those hunters would be looking for the sexiest and most beautiful girls to take,” she whispers, “or maybe they'd want innocent young virgins to capture and sell?”

“Both I imagine, but I prefer raw slaves that are still learning how to please their masters.” I can see the gears turning in Alison's imaginative young mind, and then she nods her head solemnly.

“OK, Mr. P.” She points to the bathroom, you go get changed into something comfortable, when you come out there'll be a nervous new **** girl sent to your room for your approval. I start to explain that it is not necessary, but Alison pushes me towards the door. “Hey, this is a 'no judgement house' remember?” So with my travel bag in hand, I go to change into my PJ's and tried to imagine what might be waiting for me when I came out.

I was expecting to see Alison wearing the harem outfit, maybe doing some kind of belly dance for me. But the sight that met my eyes when I returned to the bedroom took my breath away.

Next to the oversized bed Alison's slender body looks even smaller than usual and she is completely naked with a look of timid apprehension that makes my cock swell in the loose silk bottoms of the PJ's. The harem outfit and her white dress and underwear are nowhere to be seen, as far as you can tell, this beautiful teen was led naked to my room.

“Please, Master.” Alison licks her lips softly, “I have been to sent your chambers to please you, but I don't know what you want me to do...”