She's more than willing

“B-but I thought if I danced for you, you'd have mercy on me.” Alison is doing her best to play the part of the **** debutant but judging by the smile on her face this is exactly what she was hoping for when she suggested dancing for me.

“I'm going to enjoy this more than I should.” I whisper as I lay her on her back and staddle her waist effectively pinning her to the bed.

“Will you be gentle?” Alison whispers, timidly, “I've never been with a man like this...”

The first time I am gentle, slowly taking the **** Southern Bell from nervous submission to eager participant. After a quick break we go at it again in a much rougher fashion where I have to use one of the scarves to tie her hands behind her back to keep her from scratching out my eyes. I take her from behind slapping at her ass as I fuck her, and Alison's climax is even more intense than when I had licked her neatly trimmed pussy.

The next four hours continues like this as Alison and I experiment with a variety of different variations of the basic scenario of the master and newly purchased sex-****. With the help of the little pill proscribed to me by Dr. Williams I was able to get off two more times that night, but even when we weren't actively fucking, Alison's active imagination was jumping from one variation to the next.

“You could be a Yankee Cavalry Captain that was raiding deep behind the front lines who plunders my family estate.” Alison is lying on the bed by my side with her fingers playing with the stiff grey hairs on my chest. “My fiancé and father are both away for the war, so there are no men at all to protect me ...”

“What?” I look over to see her sparkling eyes studying me with undisguised excitement.

“You heard me, we learned all about the atrocities you Yankees committed when you found Southern Plantations ripe for plunder.” When she sees the skeptical look on my face she continues with even more determination. “You know it happened, Mr. P, and someone as pretty and innocent as me? Even a decent man like you wouldn't be able to resist taking me to my chambers and ravaging my needy body.” She pauses while she works out the details. “You might not even keep me for yourself. Your dirty men would probably want a turn too.” Her soft fingers find your cock that is starting to swell, “What do you think, Mr. P, if you overran my home would you share me with your men, or keep me as your personal prize?”

“You are so naughty.” I laugh at her and plant a soft kiss on her bare shoulder. “Where do you even come up with ideas like that?”

“My friends and I from school talked about what we would have done if we had been living during those awful times.” Her smile suggests that she wasn't the only one of her friends who imagined what it would be like to have to sacrifice their young bodies in order to save their families and homes.

This time when we have sex, she protests and calls me all sorts of names, but she squirms and wiggles energetically as I fuck her slowly and thoroughly. That is how the night goes. Later, when we've recovered, I shared a story I read once about a young Southern Belle during that period who learns when her father dies that she is not the legitimate heir to her father's wealth, but actually the daughter of a light-skinned **** and so legally just another **** herself. It is her father's brother who arrives with the local judge and sharif who has the valid claim, and she was nothing more than one of the many slaves that came with the property.

That's so wicked!” Her giggle is a mixture of excitement and curiosity, “The girl thinks she is on her way to wealth and freedom and instead she is at the mercy of her uncle.” Her small hand is stroking my nearly recovered cock and I'm starting to think I might be able to get it up one more time. “Does her uncle respect her father's wishes and free her?” Alison obviously hasn't had much if any experience reading online smut. If she had, she wouldn't expect anything this sedate.

“Oh Hell no.” I laugh, “The wicked uncle makes her strip off her fancy dress right there in the parlor.”

“All her clothes?”

“That's right, and once she's completely exposed, the horny bastard deflowers her on the parlor table where the tea service had been set up.”

“In front of the other men? The Judge and Sharif, they got to watch all that?” Alison whispers conspiratorially, “did they get to fuck her too, once her uncle deflowered her?”

This is the second time that Alison has asked about a woman being taken by multiple men. I'm not ready to start sharing my teenaged prize with any else, but I wonder if I can find a way to make it feel like she's being passed from one man to another like a cheap toy. After a moment of hesitation, I tell the wide-eyed coed about part two of the posted story. “Oh yes, the three wicked men share her in all sorts of ways until by the end of the story the young woman is completely broken in and resigned to her new life as a sex-****.” Alison lowers her eyes at that, it seems like she might be ready for the idea of being passed from man to man but being taken by two or more men at the same time is still a bit too much.

Before the night ends, Alison gets completely dressed again in the harem girl outfit and does everything she can to revive my spent cock.

“I'm sorry Sire, isn't any way I can please you? Please don't send me back to the woman's quarters unused.” I have to admit, even after everything else we had done, it was a very sexy look, and I could feel my barely recovering cock start to twitch in anticipation.

Together we play out a scene where the **** has to satisfy her new master or be executed in the morning as a demonstration to all the other women in the harem about what happens to a ****-girl who isn't sexy enough to please the Lord of the land. I end up taking the '****-girl' with her face down on the bed and her ass lifted high with her harem pants pulled down around her knees. Alison seems to like this too, because she gasps and jerks as I plow into her from behind. Even with the pills, I am nearing the limit of what an old man can do, and this last fuck takes a good long time. Alison cums two or maybe even three times before I finally squeeze out a final deposit into her womb, and at last she seems satisfied.

By this time the bed looks inviting for reasons that have nothing to do with sex, and we curl up together under the expensive Egyptian cotton sheets.