I'm just getting started

“Oh, Miss Miller.” I laugh at the way Alison is portraying the poor young woman's naivete, “I own you now, you're not going anywhere tonight, maybe not even for a couple nights.” My young tenant's shudder as I firmly lift her to her feet is far sexier than the porno videos that fill the internet. I want to sweep her into my arms and plunder her soft lips, but she is still a mess with my cum dribbling down her face. So I decide on a slightly different approach. “I think though you'd better freshen up a little.”

“Thank-you, Sir!” She licks her lips experimentally, carefully tasting the goop with her tongue. “I'll be back in a jiff, I promise.” She takes a half step towards the bathroom before I stop her with a firm grip on her elbow.

“You misunderstand, Miss Miller.” I smile wickedly, “I'll be right there with you.” Alison's eyes widen delightfully but she murmurs only muted protests as I guide her to the spacious bathroom. “A dirty young woman like you is going to need a very thorough cleaning.”

“You are a very nasty man Mr. P.” Alison's initial giggle suddenly stops as she returns to the role of the shy Harlequin secretary. “What?” She actually does a pretty good job sounding panicked as she pretends to realize what I are planning. “But you can't ... I mean no man has ever seen me naked before.” In spite of her protests, Alison lets me start slowly removing her clothes as she squirms helplessly before you in the spacious bathroom.

“That's a shame, Miss Miller.” Her glasses and blouse are set carefully on the sink, “a body this beautiful is too fine to hide.” I have, of course, seen every inch of my tenant's teenaged body before, but her reaction when I pull off her bra almost makes me believe that I am undressing the timid Miss Miller for the very first time. “Now, don't be shy with me,” I tell her when she starts to cover herself. The strong flow of the hot water from the showerhead is exactly what I expected from a five-star hotel, but at the moment I am more interested in the stripping away the clothing that covers her young body.

“OK, Miss Miller, it's time to continue your professional evaluation.” Alison meekly steps out of the skirt that rings her ankles and wordlessly allows me to peel off the silky stockings so she she is gloriously naked when I nudge gently her under the steaming shower. She immediately lifts her face to the spray and gratefully washes away the remaining streaks of cum that are still dripping down her cheeks and I decide to remind her that I am still in command.

“Put your hands against the wall and spread your legs, young woman.” I've always liked the stories where innocent beauties run afoul of the law and are made to assume the position before being searched intimately by the arresting officers. Alison looks as hot as I always imagined her in this position; the water streaming down her back and over her toned ass as she waits nervously for me to finish stripping off my clothes only adds to the allure.

“Please don't make me do this, Sir!” In spite of the timid protest I can see the excitement in Alison's eyes as she cranes her neck to watch me as I step into the spacious shower behind her.

“Quiet.” The whispered warning makes her shudder softly, but when I reach around her to cup her breasts she is able to stifle her moan as her young body arches back invitingly. The Goodwin has small bars of sweet smelling soap stamped with what looks like their own coat of arms instead of the cheap plastic containers I am used to and I have to say the way the soap lathered in my hands made me appreciate this small touch as much as I did the plentiful supply of hot water.

What followed was a very careful cleaning of my new secretary. I examine every inch of her firm, young, body paying special attention (as you no doubt guessed) to her erogenous zones. By the time I was done 'washing' her tits my erection was jutting painfully up between her ass cheeks and her half-hearted objections had become soft moans of pleasure.

I then turn my attention to her most private treasure, running my sudsy hand down her belly and into the small tuft of fine curls. Although she must have known this final **** on her innocent body was inevitable, Alison is shaking with emotion as I cup her soft sex and rub it with the rich lather.

“Now, let's see if we can clean up this dripping mess between your legs.” My growl must have made my intentions clear because Alison makes one final appeal in her role of the innocent Harlequin heroine.

“You have to stop...” she gasps as her whole body jerks when my fingers slide into her slick opening. “It's too much ... too soon ... Oh God, please I can't take this!”