More amused than inspired

“You, Mr. P, are a truly wicked man.” Her smile told me all I needed to know. She is more amused by my attempt to recreate the scene that had her so excited than inspired by it.

“You pretend to be all noble and proper, but what you really want is an innocent young woman to claim as your personal toy.” She takes three steps closer and does a graceful pirouette causing the hem of the nighty to flare up enough that I am pretty sure she's not wearing anything under it. “Is this what you had in mind?” It was pretty close to what I always pictured, and I think my perceptive young tenant knew that.

“You are beautiful.” I chuckle softly as I feast on the sight before me. “I would love to be the wicked pirate that finds you alone in your stateroom.”

“It's OK, Mr. P.” I watch in silence as she steps forward again and takes my hand in hers. “I want this as much as you do...” the sudden flush in her cheeks reminds me of how I found her just minutes ago, “... I think that is exactly why you gave me those nasty little books, isn't it?” Again, I concede her point with a silent nod of my head. “You don't have to wait for the weekend. You can ravish me, just like those nasty pirates.” She lifts up on her tiptoes and with her small hands on my shoulders she whispered softly into my ear like it was a dark secret. “ - I want you to.”

The kiss that follows is as passionate and exciting as any of the ones we shared over the past weekend. I do not plunder her mouth viciously like the violent men who boarded the Evening Star and rounded up the finest female flesh for the **** markets of the rim planets and of course for their own licentious pleasures. Neither does Alison whimper nor plead like a proud noblewoman of the elite star-spanning empire, but that doesn't take away any of the intense pleasure.

“God Damn! I'm going to enjoy this.” I know exactly what she is thinking when her brows furrow; more than once she has chastised me for swearing in her presence and I stop her before she can start with a wagging of my finger. “I'm a pirate, remember? I can swear if I want to.” My quick thinking is rewarded by an involuntary giggle and another kiss.

“All right then Mr. Pirate,” she suddenly pushes away from me and turns away shyly, “I'll be your innocent captive, and for tonight - as you have your wicked way with me - you can be as profane as you like.” I close the gap between us so quickly that all she can do is shriek in surprise and once again I have her in my arms and am kissing her again.

“No, no ... Please, Sir ... my family will pay for my safe return.” It was at best a half-hearted attempt to play the part of the innocent debutant, but I didn't care one bit because by then I had her under me on her bed and one hand firmly gripping her firm breast through the sheer silk of her nightgown. “Please, you can't ... stop it! I'm still a virgin.” Her dialogue is as ridiculous as my laser-fire and fake intercom, but all the same it makes me want her even more. I've never understood why virgins always told their attackers that they were still untouched in these stories, did they think the men forcing them would suddenly change their minds? I know exactly what I would do if I was on that pirate crew and I heard my captive announce her purity.

“You're too fucking hot to waste your life as the trophy wife of some Imperial nobleman.” I growl as I push my khakis and boxers down to my knees to free my throbbing erection. “You are far better suited to please man after man with this hot little body of yours.” Instead of pretending to be the hapless captive ravished by the villainous space pirate, Alison urges me on in her own sweet way.

“That's right Mr. P, take her.” Her legs encircle my back, and she grabs handfuls of my hair as I prepare to enter her. “She's a tight young virgin, who's never had anyone show her what a man wants with a sweet thing like her.” When she feels the thick knob of my cock slowly pushing between the slick petals of her sex her body stiffens, but I am far too worked up to stop and I continue my slow **** on the writhing teen. “Yes! She can't stop you ... you're too strong ... no matter how much she struggles she can't save her precious family jewels. But Mr. P, you're too big for her untried passage, she's so tight you'll have to **** -ah!” I interrupt her narration with a hard thrust that hilts my cock deep inside her, but she recovers almost immediately. “Oh yeah, does it turn you on to hear her cry out as you claim her? If you pull out now you can see her blood on your penis, proof that you've been where no other man has ever been.” She cries out softly as I plunge into her again, even harder than the first time. Perhaps in discomfort, but much more likely because she is as caught up at least a little bit in this fantasy of mine.

“Yes! Take her. You're defiling that pure young body, turning her from a chaste virgin into a first-class whore.” Her hot breath is warming your ear and her tone changes slightly. “It's worse than that, Mr. P, you're making that sweet young innocent like it. You're using her for your carnal pleasure and that snotty rich bitch is starting to realize that she is getting excited by being fucked by your big fat cock!”

“But she's being ****!” I grunt back as I pound even harder into her.

“I know!” Her breathing is getting ragged as she tries to talk. “It is so wrong, ...oh my ... but after you break through - uugh - her initial resistance, that poor girl finds she - uh - can't get enough of your -aiigh- cock!” With that last thought you feel the now familiar spasms of Alison as she is caught up in the orgasm that had eluded her earlier, you could probably control your own response for a little longer, but why even try.

It is a few minutes later when you slide off her body, still somewhat covered by the blue silk night gown that has been pushed up to her hips and pulled to the side to expose one of her firm tits.

“Wow, Angel. That was amazing - thank you.”