Let her do her thing

“Mr. P, you could do anything you wanted to that poor Imperial captive.” Alison's naked body trembles in my arms and I am reminded that her wrists are still tied together above her head. As I work at loosening the leather strap, my horny tenant continues to tease me with both her firm teenaged body and her fertile imagination. “She would beg and plead with you not to defile her ...”

“Oh, I'm definitely going to be fucking that spoiled bitch.” With one final tug I free her wrists so she's no longer hanging from the ceiling. I'm pleasantly surprised when Alison wraps her newly freed arms around my neck and pulls herself up so she can whisper in my ear.

“Oh, I know, Mr. P.” Her voice is sultry and inviting, “but that captured Imperial virgin doesn't. I bet she'd do almost anything to postpone the moment when she loses her chastity.” She pauses for a second and then her voice takes on a higher pitch and more cultured diction. “Please don't, Mister. I'll be ruined. Can't I do anything else to satisfy you?”

“You can try, Angel,” I chuckle, “but I haven't blown my nuts out for four days, so you better be ready to do whatever it takes.”

“What should I do?” Alison batted her eyes coyly, “I've never had to please a man, uh, sexually before.”

“Well, you'd better figure it out,” I tell her as I unbuckle my belt and pull out my cock, “If I don't like what you're doing I'm going to flip you on your back and ram this bad boy into your tight little pussy.”

“Yes Sir, I'll take care of you.” Her eyes never lifted from the sight of the erection bobbing between my thighs. “You don't need to worry.” Those last five words sounded like they were more for her own ears than mine.

Alison quickly realized that I wasn't going to be satisfied with a timid hand job, and soon enough she took the head of my member into her mouth and started sucking on it with more energy than real skill.

My sexy young tenant seemed to realize that she didn't have the experience a demanding ****-hunter like me would expect and as time passed, she became more and more **** in her attempt to get me off. When I pull her off of me her doe eyes are whirling with a combination of feigned fear and excitement.

“Please, Mister. I'm doing the best I can.” She wipes the drool dribbling from her panting lips while her other hand continues stroking, hoping for a last-minute reprieve. She's not far from achieving her goal. For me, the blowjob was satisfying more because of the effort that Alison was putting into it than her technique. Even without the back story of the ****-hunter and his captured debutant, there is definitely something very sexy about having a teenager desperately trying to get me off with her mouth and hands. Alison seems to understand what I'm thinking, because she drops the role of the Imperial maiden long enough to tease me.

“This pretty little thing has probably never done more than kiss a boy, Mr. P.” She coos as her fingers slow their pace making me throb in response. “You have her sucking on you like a street whore in a futile attempt to preserve her precious chastity.” She licks her lips in anticipation, “Are you going to paint her face and tits, or is it time to make her squeal?”