An Imperial Debutant

When I hesitate, Alison smiles coyly. “Come on, Mr. P, tell me what you want. Help me be the perfect raw **** for my demanding new master.”

“All right, Angel.” I concede far too easily, “I've already had the bewildered Earthgirl sucking my cock like a good little slut. So, for this Saturday I'll try the haughty imperial debutant. Perhaps a young bride taken on the way to her wedding on an alien world?” My choice seems to meet Alison's expectation.

“Ooo, I like it, Mr. P.” Her pretty hands rub together in anticipation. “And who are you? A jilted suitor, a heartless slaver, or a brutal pirate who finds the affianced heiress cowering in her private yacht?” Her fertile imagination has no trouble offering up all sorts of possibilities. “Maybe a rival lord from a different planet who wants to break the political alliance by defiling the innocent bride?”

“No, I think I'll be a rough-and-tumble ship's captain; you know a Hans Solo type.” I find myself getting into this scenario of hers, “Perhaps our promised bride is unhappy with her arranged marriage and stows away on my beat-up free-trader.”

“And this rogue Captain, Mr. P,” Alison inquires with a deliberate innocence, “is he an understanding type when he finds a nobleborn stowaway hiding in his hold, or does he make her pay for her passage with her pure, unspoiled body?”

“What do you think, Angel?” Alison gets an almost predatory look as she gets up and places her small hands on my shoulders. “I think we both know what a man like that would want from a beautiful young woman who falls into his clutches.”

There is no doubt in either of our minds that this rogue would deflower the innocent bride-to-be, but Alison makes it clear that this will not be a sweet romantic interlude. “A proud Imperial maiden like that is not going to just spread her legs for a lowly scoundrel, Mr. P.” Alison wags her finger at you teasingly, “You're going to have to tame the naughty stowaway if you want a submissive little ****-girl to pass the time with on your ship.”

“No. I guess not.” I concede with a low chuckle. “She couldn't just give herself to a lowly scoundrel like that, could she?” Alison's big dark eyes are sparkling with excitement, and I have to wonder if the poor girl will be able to make it these last few days.

“I expect, Mr. P, that you'll have to take that innocent beauty again and again before she learns her place kneeling at your feet.” With a grunt of amusement, I turn the sexy girl around and give her a gentle push towards the kitchen door. “I'll do my best not to let you down, Angel.” My answer must hit the right note, because Alison takes her lower lip between her teeth momentarily before departing with a gentle jibe.

“Take your pills, Mr. P.” Her eyes sparkle with excitement. “You're going to need them.”