No, but I can still play

We lie like that together and for a few minutes I think that maybe my swollen member will grow hard again and I can continue Alison's lessons, but nature takes its course and in spite of the feeling of her muscles twitching around my cock I slowly shrink until I slip from within her.

“Thank-you, Mr. P.” Alison seems to think that this night is over, “that was nice.” I guess if her only experience with sex comes from Dick, I can't blame her for thinking that was it, but really?

“Oh we're not done yet, Honey.” I assure her as I shift a little so I can suck on her small teats. “Just because I'm spent doesn't mean you can't cum again … and again after that.” I pause my **** on her pink nipples long enough to enjoying the way she splutters nervously as she tries to stop me as my hand moves from her tits over her flat belly.

“S-stop, w-what are you d-doing?” Her voice cracks slightly, but the way her back arches when my mouth returns to her tits is easy enough to understand, and my hand continues it's downward journey. “What are you doing?”

“Relax, Angel.” I murmur as my fingers comb through the downy curls above her pussy. “So what does a small-town sweetheart like you think about when you masturbate?”

“Mr. P!” Alison blushes fiercely. “Really!” This, I decide is going to be fun.

“Really.” I let my fingers slowly trace the around Alison's labia, still sticky from our combined juices, and when she moans softly I whisper softly into her ear. “Tell me your deepest, darkest, most sinful, carnal desire.”

“I can't...” Alison's breathing quickens, and her hands clutch at the sheets.

“You have to, Honey.” I press her firmly. “Tell me.” She is silent for a long time, and just when I think that there are limits to how far I can push her she takes a deep breath.

“Did you know that there is still white slavery today?” Alison asks with a soft moan of pleasure, “We had an assignment on the sex-trade in my Women's Studies class.” I nod silently, curious about the direction the conversation is taking. “I think Dr. Lark wanted us to learn that men are as wicked today as always, but I was having trouble concentrating on the words as she showed slide after slide of young women kidnapped into the sex trade.” We were silent for a few minutes as I slowly worked the sweet spot at the top of her slit, and then Alison starts whispering again almost as if she's afraid someone might hear her.

“Mr. P, all I could think of was what it would be like to be taken and used by a stranger as I struggled under him.” I wasn't expecting a fantasy this dark from my sweet young tenant, but remembering how she responded to the rougher moments of our sex, I guess I shouldn't have been surprised.

“Put your hands above your head.” I deliberately roughen my voice and with a whimper she lifts her arms and crosses her wrists at the head of the bed. “That's right. You've been taken by some very bad men, and now as they wait for nightfall, they are going to sample your tender young teen-aged body.” I can tell by the way she twists and moans that this is exactly what she had been imagining.

“No, Mister, please let me go.” I can feel her body start to tighten as she nears her second climax of the night, and she is lost in her erotic nightmare. “Oh God, No! I won't tell anyone, I swear.”

“Let you go, bitch?” I do my best vicious kidnapper impersonation, “We gonna to sell your pretty blonde ass to a nasty old geezer in Dubai. He pay big bucks for a pretty young white girl like you.” The poor thing shudders as she hears her fate, and I decide to add one more twist to push her over the edge. “But first, me and Jonah here, we gonna try you out for ourselves.” Alison jerks back lifting her tits and her face contorts in twisted agony, and I rub her clit even harder as she mews. I cackle crudely like a deranged psycho. “Oooo, I like me the sound of a girlie squealing as she gets stretched open.”

With that final image in her brain, this sheltered preacher's daughter convulses in a wicked orgasm, bucking and jerking like a rag-doll on the bed by my side. It takes her almost a minute for Alison to recover from this climax and I hold her gently in my arms as she trembles softly. None of the women I've ever been with have ever climaxed with this kind of intensity. What the Hell an I getting into?