Something new for Miss Monroe

Dear Doctor Johnson,

I beg you to remember that Miss Monroe is in no way responsible for what happened in the small room in the loft of the library building; if, in your wisdom, you see fit to share this account with other gentlemen whose background and education make it appropriate, I beseech you to expunge this small section dealing with the fall of the good woman. My sins are apparent throughout this entire account, as are the crimes committed by others on this alien planet but Miss Monroe should not have to deal with the consequences of my weakness.

"Those men who lure you off," I asked the trembling woman as I positioned the head of my manhood against the puckered rosebud that I had been preparing as the poor librarian moaned on the table. "Did any of them try this forbidden passage?"

"Please Dr. Baxter, not like that!" The modest librarian tried to reach back to move my penis to her waiting hole. "Please press your hard member into my sex, ravish me until I can no longer do anything other than squirm and beg for more." It was, Lord Johnson, under any other other circumstance a most tempting offer, but I had a different prize in mind and I captured her slender wrists in my strong hands.

"You didn't answer my question, Miss Monroe." I warned the poor woman, even as I pulled her hands behind her back and tied them using the blue ribbon of silk that had so recently been knotted neatly around her throat.

"No, Sir." Miss Monroe's quiet whimper was as exciting as her earlier graphic invitation to ravish her. "It won't fit ... please use my slick vagina, I need this but not in that unnatural way." I did my best to calm the panicking woman. I had learned from my young Nipponese maid that my member could indeed fit within even the tightest of a woman's orifices if I was patient and the female could relax enough.

"I am not asking you, Miss Monroe." My voice, Sir, was as stern as I could make it. "You are a needy little thing under all these layers, and we both know that I can do whatever I like to your tight little body can't I?"

The poor unfortunate's whimper was all the confirmation I needed that she was indeed as enthralled by the curse of this planet as I was. As I put this heinous account down on paper, Sir Williard, I wonder what it was about the act of sodomizing the prim-and-proper gentlewoman that I found so very satisfying. Even now I can sense my body's primitive arousal response as my penis swells and my breathing deepens; it is, as far as I can determine, yet more evidence that in spite of the best training a gentleman of our great star-spanning Empire could receive, I am little better than the coarse Yankee pirates that plague His Majesty's shipping, slaughter our sons and plunder the soft white bodies of our defenseless daughters...

I had to pause in writing my account, Sir Williard to call Akemi to my room and serve me. I didn't say a word to the maid as I led her from her small loft bedroom to mine, but as I have mentioned before this remarkable young women sensed what I wanted and played the role of the reluctant captive perfectly. After satisfying myself in her tight sex I had a little more control and out of a almost scientific curiosity, I flipped her onto her belly and took her much like I had earlier this day violated Miss Monroe. I was of course very pleasurable, but lacked the heightened level of excitement that I recalled from the library encounter.

From this I must conclude that at least part of the surge of pleasure I experienced is because Miss Monroe was as fair-skinned and well bred as any Christian woman of our homeland. The act of defiling this upstanding colonial woman was made more pleasurable that sodomizing my brown-skinned Asian because of it's forbidden nature. Akemi after all has been for all practical purposes bred and trained for this very act.

I am more than a little troubled by the realization that this surge of primitive carnal pleasure might be even more intense if my partner was one of the pristine daughters of the great families of this far-flung colony. The combination of the pleasure from the physical act itself, combined with the forbidden nature of the union and the perverse knowledge that my victim is newly blossomed and innocent in the ways of men will be difficult to resist. I must do everything in my power to keep from becoming someone like your former colleague and my boss Dr. Miller.