I make her do it herself.

“I'm not going to deflower you, little plum” I see the confusion in her face, so I lay back on her bed and point at the erection that is jutting straight up like a redwood. I grin at the naked Imperial debutant. “You're going to do it to yourself.”

“What!?” In spite of her feigned hesitation, I see Alison lick her lips in anticipation. “Captain, I can't do that.” The way she scoots back nervously adds to the illusion that this really is the sheltered daughter of some wealthy planetary elite, and not the sex-hungry coed that is eager to try almost anything now that she's experienced what good sex can actually be like.

“You heard me, bitch.” A little coarseness enters my tone and I note the tremor that could be either fear or excitement depending on how I chose to interpret it. “Get your tight pussy over here right now.” I wrap my fingers around my pulsing shaft and stroke it meaningfully. “I want to see you squirming on this pole like a virgin sacrifice as it rises up into your cherry pussy and splits you open.”

“And if I refuse?” I smile a little at this burst of defiance from my Imperial stow-a-way. Judging by some of what she's talked about in the past I wonder if she wants to push me into taking a more forceful approach.

“If you don't fucking get over here right now, you'll never see Saro-6.” The warning comes with a grim smile, “The Saro system or the nearest rimward planet, it's all the same to me. Frankly, I'd get more for selling your pretty white ass to some savage warlord than four times the price of your passage.” This threat seems to be enough to **** her hand and with a little sniffle she straddles my hips sliding forward until my cock was nestled firmly against her soft belly. Her small hand presses me firmly against her warm flesh and she raises her eyes until she is staring timidly at me.

“Please, Sir. Can't I please you some other way?” She probably could get me to blow my load pretty easily if I let her keep stroking me like this, but that's not what I want. When I shake my head, she accepts the inevitable. With soft a whimper she lifts her sex until I can feel the petals of her pussy part and let me in.

It's a good thing that with my sixty some years of age I've developed a great deal of patience, because it takes over a full minute for her to teasingly lower herself completely onto me. Alison did a fine job of making it seem like my cock really was tearing open her hymen and making her a woman.

“Owww ... Oh please ... aiighg ... oh fuck!” When she makes the final push and her hips come to rest on my pelvis, her head lifts and she lets out a loud gasp.

“You're too big, Sir ... it hurts ... Oh Lord, it hurts so good!” In spite of her claim that I was causing her discomfort, I could see the hint of a smile on her lips and the sparkle in her eyes as she wiggles her hips trying to take as much of me as she can within her sex.

“Get used to it, Honey.” I place my hands on her hips and start to rock a little under her. “As my ship's whore, it is your job to please me like this whenever I get the urge.”

“You're going to do this again? Haven't I done enough?”

“You're lucky you didn't try to sneak onto a marine transport, you'd be servicing over twenty horny troopers, one after another, not just me.”

It seems that the mental image of being passed around like a piece of meat by a squadron of virile marines seems to excite Alison because the pace of her rocking picks up and her grunts get even louder.