This is too good to rush.

“On your knees, squaw.” I point to the carpeted floor, and Alison meekly kneels down with her knees pressed tightly together and her expressive eyes shyly lowered to where her hands her fidget on her lap. It's a pretty pose, but it can be improved and with my foot I nudge her legs open once in her new position her eyes lift to meet my hungry gaze. I see her shudder softly when she imagines what it would be like to be given to a complete stranger who clearly intended to use her for his pleasure.

“Very nice.” I brush the back of my fingers against her soft cheek and admire her perfect young body. Once again, I find myself getting excited by the thought of someone new to stick my cock into. I know, you're thinking that I'm already a lucky old bastard for having a doe-eyed blonde with a smoking hot body to fuck, but what can I say I want more.

All sorts of nasty thoughts about holding he by her dark braids and sticking my throbbing cock into her mouth. But I hold back, in part because I'm not sure how hard I can pull on her wig before it comes free, but more than that is my desire to see her crying out in an uncontrollable orgasm before I move on to my pleasure. I lower my frame to the floor and wrap my left arm around her from behind to cup one of her perfect breasts while my right hand settles on her warm thigh an inch or so from the target.

“Master?” I had pretty much forgotten that I was supposed to be one of America's earliest colonists presented with this unexpected offering to keep the peace between the pilgrims and their Indian neighbors.

“Shhhhh ... ” I hush her firmly as I run my hands over her soft body. I've read that native peoples of North America used to rub their bodies with rendered bear grease both to keep away biting insects and to keep their skin smooth. Thankfully, Alison did not attempt to recreate this particular custom and I breath in the flowery scent of her body wash as I tease her nipple and move my hand to cover her sex. “You're mine now Shawni, I'll do what I want.” I don't know if that poor Indian girl would have understood what I was saying or doing, but Alison sure did. Her whimper as i pushed my finger into her was a mixture of excitement, desire and anticipation.

“I'm going to use you again and again until I've stretched open every single one of your tight holes.” Her answer is a careful twisting of her lithe figure until her lips can lift to meet mine. Between the slow kisses, my gentle pinching of her sensitive breasts and the careful fingering of her clit is doesn't take long before Alison throws back her head and screams out as her hot juices flood out over my fingers. Now that she's had her climax it's time for my pleasure.