Put her tight body to use

“Mr. P!” Alison is clearly having a hard time coming to grips with her body's response to my practiced touch. “The things you make me feel...make me do...”

“You're amazing, Angel.” I grin back as I stroke her bare arm. “You really would make some lucky Master a sexy slavegirl.” Her expressive eyes drop, but it is impossible to miss the shy grin and color flooding her fair cheeks.

“I'd be so scared.” Her voice is low but steady. “If you were my master you could make me do anything...” Clearly the idea of being at a man's mercy has my adventurous young tenant excited.

“Oh, trust me, I will.” Alison's deep breath is all the information I need to know this is exactly what this lovely coed is hoping for. My original intention to honor the agreement and wait for the weekend now seems both naïve and stupid.

“Are you going to fuck me now, Mr. P?” It is a bit of a shock to hear this sweet teenager use that particular word, but she goes on with growing confidence. “Are you going to bend me over the couch and teach me how a real man uses a new ****.” As tempting as the thought of plowing into her from behind like that, I decide instead to put the burden back on her.

“No, that seems like a lot of work for an old man like me.” Alison's surprise and disappointment is written clearly all over her face, but instead of sending her away still frustrated I finally relent. “Please me, ****.” It is a simple command, and at first Alison is unsure what to do. Clearly her upbringing made it clear that a woman's role in sex was to say 'No' until she marries and then to spread her legs passively and endure her husband's lust as he claims his matrimonial rights. However, Alison has spent the last few days reading and rereading the books I selected for her and after last weekend is no longer quite as innocent as she was when she first moved in and she clearly has some idea of things that she can try.

“Yes Master.” From her knees Alison's small hands fumble at my belt but soon enough she pulls down my khakis and underwear allowing my erection to spring free. “I'll do my best, Sir.” Her hands reverently caress the hard shaft and she licks her lips in anticipation before kissing the dark red head tasting the drop of pre-cum that has already formed. “Please don't punish me.” Instead of taking me in fully her mouth, after the initial teasing she pauses to finish undressing me. I help her by sitting down on the couch and watch her with a contented smile as she carefully unlaces my shoes and pulls them off.

When the shoes and socks are removed she massages each foot and kissing my toes and even rubbing the arch of my foot with her soft breast as she kneels before me. She spends a good five minutes rubbing my feet and calves before climbing onto my lap and freeing the buttons of my shirt one by one. “Forgive this poor girl Master, if she doesn't know how to please you.”

“You're doing fine, ****.” My words are a little muffled by the soft flesh of her firm tits, but encouraged by the response she lifts herself a little higher and carefully holds me upright as she lowers herself down into place.

“Do you like this, Master?” She asks as she starts rocking forward gently. “Is this what you hoped for when you selected me out of all those other naked ****-girls?” Her head tilts back a little with a soft moan as she settles even lower onto me. “When we were first taken, Sir, the other girls and I used to speak of escape and **** - oh how those slavers must have laughed at our naiveite.” I can feel the hot juices from Alison dripping onto my cock as she slowly increases her pace. “Some of the girls swore they'd fight with every last bit of strength, but even then I knew I wasn't that strong.” One of her hands has moved to where our bodies are joined and I can feel her fingers pressing against her clit as she rides me. Probably in the fictional worlds of the books this would be considered a big no-no; a ****'s purpose is to pleasure her master, not herself, but feeling her approaching her climax is making it harder and harder for me to contain my own response.

“This is what you wanted isn't it, Sir?” Her whole body is jerking frantically now but she still gazes down at me with a burning intensity that makes my cock throb as she squeezes it with her muscles. “A submissive **** that needs your touch in order to cum?” Her nails curl into the flesh of my chest as she pumps even harder, “A needy little slut who only wants to ride her master's cock until ... Oh fuck ... OHH FUCK!” Her slender body collapses onto mine even as my fingers sink into her buttocks and I climax with a satisfied grunt.