His Princess

by Sanya Sitter

  Still holding him by the chin, I look down at him with lustful eyes and squeeze his cheeks together. Our lips join again and his tongue swirls wildly around in my mouth--he is getting anxious now.

  When our lips part naturally, I stare down at his crotch and grin suggestively. Biting my lower lip in anticipation, I crouch down so I am level with his bent knees.

  My hand moves slowly along his leg, squeezing firmly along the inside of his thighs. I begin tenderly massaging the bulge of his pants, but he squirms and grabs me by the arm.

  "We can't do that Claire! What if my wife found out?"

  "You know she's fucking around on you with that client of hers. How many times have they gone to dinner this month?" I wrestle my arm free to get at his zipper.

  Surprisingly, he puts up little resistance. When his fly is unzipped, I nibble playfully at the mound at his crotch, looking up at him with doe eyes again.

  I peel back the elastic band of his underwear and lick at the shaft of his engorged cock. The ice cream bar he was holding falls to the cushion when he feels the warmth of my mouth around the head. My tongue swirls down and around the tip of his shaft and I bring my head down, slowly.

  I keep my lips sealed tightly around his cock while I suck him, coming back up the shaft to ask him one more thing.

  "I've been thinking..." I pause a moment, deciding whether I should follow through. "I want you to fuck me and cum inside me." Mr. Kent's eyes go wide in disbelief. "I want you to put a baby in me, Mr. Kent." I go back down on his cock, hoping for an answer.

  "Your wife will never have to know," I say through gargled words and drool a line of spit down his shaft.

  Mr. Kent tilts his neck back as he moans. I can tell he is enjoying me slobbering along his thick cock. I force him way back in my throat until I have to gag and come up for air.

  Wiping a trail of saliva from my chin, I tell him, "This can be out little secret." Mr. Kent lets out a heavy sigh and gives a subtle shrug with his shoulders. He grips a hand firmly at the back of my head and a grin stretches wide across my face. With a forceful jerk from behind I am back down on his cock.

  He pushes me deep, further than I could go on my own. I start to gag again but his hand holds me down. I lap my tongue against his rock hard shaft and squint my eyes to help get it all in.

  Another gag and I'm down all the way, drooling at his balls. Mr. Kent continues to hold me until my nose is nuzzled into his pubic hair. I can't believe I'd managed to deep throat the entire thing.

  Becoming choked of air, I hit against his thigh with an open palm, trying to signal him to let me up. But still he continues to hold me down as I gag wildly and swivel my head around his whole cock.

  Tears are rolling down my cheeks and mixing with thick globs of dark mascara. Another gush of saliva coats Mr. Kent's balls as I push myself up against his force with both hands on his thighs.

  Finally, he releases me and I gasp for air as his entire cock slides out from the suction of my lips.

  "Well then, let's take a look at that little virgin pussy shall we?" I yelp as he lifts me by the shoulders and twists me around so my ass is up in the air close to his face.

  I feel the tip of Mr. Kent's nose graze between my folds as he sniffs. The scent of my wet teenage cunt must be making him wild.

  He inserts two finger tips at the entrance of my wet hole. A thin string of my juices connects us as he pulls them back for a taste.

  "Mmm...” he moans, "Tastes sweet." After a momentary pause, I feel a stinging pain on one cheek and squeal. The sound of his hard slap on my ass echoes in the the living room. Mr. Kent pinches the cheek skin and jostles it around before coming down hard with his palm for another slap.

  "Ungh!” I squeal louder this time.

  "So this is what you want?" Mr. Kent hits the other cheek with a back hand swing. The pain of his blow shoots through my spine and my back arches as I scream.

  "You want me to fuck you like a little whore and get you pregnant?" Another hand lands hard on both sides of my tender cheeks. My hips writhe in pleasure as I let out a deep moan. The skin that was pale white is now raw and crimson.

  The pain of it all has got me so wet that some juices are running down between the gap of my thighs.

  "Well?” Again and again, Mr. Kent spanks my naughty virgin ass.

  “Yes...” I manage a soft whimper.

  "What was that?" He grabs me by the hair and yanks my head back, getting his ear close my mouth. "I can't hear you." He whispers.

  "Yes!" I scream. "I want it!"

  "You want what?" He whispers again.

  "I want you to cum in my tight pussy... please!"

  I hear the thud of Mr. Kent's belt buckle hitting the floor. He grips me on both sides of the waist and pulls me against his member. The shaft slips between my cheeks and slides smoothly down the lubricated crack.

  He rubs the head around on my clit and the sensation causes my knees to buckle. My torso goes limp at the waist but Mr. Kent keeps my ass held up to his crotch.

  The tip of him presses into my entrance just slightly, then travels back down to stimulate my clit some more. A drip of thick precum dribbles out from him and oozes down to my thighs. The sweat sheen of my bare back glistens in the light of the static white television screen.

  And then, almost without warning, Mr. Kent enters me. My tight vaginal walls squeeze the girth of him as he pushes in deeper. The sensation is enough to blur my vision. I whimper, biting my bottom lip while trying to contain the scream that was building in my throat.

  "Oh, god!” I yell. He pushes deeper and deeper, and I'm surprised at how am I able to take him whole inside me. Mr. Kent's cock bottoms out and my hips jolt. It hurt a little bit, but the pain is masked by the overwhelming pleasure of his cock filling every inch of me.

  He pushes against my ass to slide back out until the tip is just barely inside me. Then his pelvis thrusts forward quick and rough, and I gasp. Mr. Kent pounds my pussy like this again and again, going balls deep with every thrust. My hips buck involuntarily each time he slams against my cervix.

  The familiar tingling that is building in my core is nothing like when I pleasure myself with a dildo. This feeling is much more intense, and it’s rising like a fire in the very depths of me.

  My ass twitches as a drop of sweat from Mr. Kent's forehead falls to the small of my back while he grunts like an animal, drilling me from behind.

  "Do it!" I yell, clenching my walls tight to coax his head into squirting. "Cum inside me!" With another loud grunt and a final thrust, he impales me with the whole of his cock. The inside of me suddenly feels dripping wet, and my entire body spasms as I am overcome by waves of euphoria.

  Mr. Kent struggles to hold himself up by my ass as he shakes violently against me. We moan together, long and hard. The head of his cock pulsates again and again, spraying his entire load deep inside of me.

  There is enough of it that I can feel his cum dribbling out of me, oozing between my thighs and down his ball sac.

  My mind goes blank, and we collapse onto the couch together. His cock shoots the last of his seed into me and my pussy quivers with delight. I glide along his shaft some more, savoring the sensation of my first real orgasm as his cock continues to throb and cum inside of me. Mr. Kent has made me a mother.

  As we lie there, I match my breathing with his. I wonder if Mr. Kent will be there to help me raise my own little Charlie.

  "Now get up," he snaps, "And get your clothes back on for god's sake." There is a tone of regret in his voice.

  "D--Do you think that we'll be together now?" I ask timidly.

  "Look, I just need you out of my house. Right now."

  I scramble to get my clothes back on while he's rifling through the pocket of his jeans.

  "Here, I still want to pay you for your time." Mr. Kent hands me triple what I normally get for one night of watching Charlie.

  "But that's too--"

  "Take it, and get out!" He yells.

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p; Sobbing and confused, I take the money. Then I'm out the door without even taking the time to get my bra on underneath my tank top. I don't know why he was acting this way, but it didn't matter now. Mr.

  Kent had paid me and kicked me out like a little whore, but I got what I needed from him. More of his thick spunk drips out of my soggy pussy and soaks the inside of my panties.

  Mrs. Kent's car pulls into the driveway as I'm walking away from the house, but she doesn't see me. I can't help but giggle at the sight of her. She doesn't have a clue that her husband just impregnated the babysitter.

  Getting Her Fill

  Just because I flash my tits for anyone who will pay doesn’t make me a whore. Okay, not anyone. I’d never show them off to anyone who looked like a creepy pervert, no matter how much they offered. Well, okay, it might depend on how much they are offering.

  The point is that I’m not a whore. Not in the traditional sense, anyway. It’s not like I’m fucking for money. Although, that option might be on the table for the right amount. But it’d have to be a lot—and the guy would have to be really fucking hot.

  If he’s not hot—well, then the price goes up. I guess it’d be more of a sliding scale.

  Call me what you will, but I know how to use what I’ve got. That just makes me smart. And what I’ve got is a nice pair of fucking tits.

  “Twenty bucks, each.” I say to the tall, awkward guy in the doorway. He’s got a tragic complexion, white heads and acne scars all over, with thick glasses and a haircut that’s not helping. He’s probably somewhere around eighteen—definitely a virgin. He’s just staring at me, mouth agape, dumbfounded by what I just offered him.

  “Would you like to see my tits?” Is what I started with when he first opened the door. It’s usually the best opener. Cut out the bullshit and get straight to the point (of the nipple). The quicker the pitch, the faster I can move on to the next house.

  Most of the time I’ll just get the door shut in my face, or else it’s a white knight who thinks it’s suddenly their duty to change my life for the better. “Do you need money?” They’ll say, “You don’t have to sell yourself like that.”

  The truth is I fucking love what I do. I’m proud of my body and I know how to work it.

  I don’t have a problem propositioning chicks either. You’d be surprised. A lot of older women regret not doing enough experimentation in college, and they can appreciate a good set of tits. But most of the time they’ll lecture me about how it’s wrong to sell my body. Suddenly they’re taking on the role of the responsible mother I must have never had, and I’m the impossible teenager who needs to be straightened out.

  But fuck ‘em. I’m nineteen. Like I said, I move on quickly. I’m usually on to the next door while they’re still talking after me.

  I don’t have time to waste. I’m looking for a straight “yes” or “no.” Or at least the same dumbfounded nod this dude is giving me right now.

  “Well?” I say, cupping my breasts and lifting them. My tight black shirt with its low cut neck rises a bit at the hem to expose my pierced navel. The tiny diamond there glints in the low evening sun. As I breathe in, there’s a subtle rise of my slim midriff above the waist of my faded skinny jeans.

  “We don’t have all day,” says Caitlin, my best friend and cohort. She’s skinny and pale like me, except she’s blond and I’m brunette. Large brass hoops dangle from her lobes, mingling with curled hair that brushes the tops of her shoulders. I hate to admit that she’s prettier than me—sometimes. But I’ve got a tighter ass, that’s for sure.

  And like me, she’s quite the slut.

  Eyes locked on my cleavage, the guy fumbles through his pocket before removing two twenty-dollar bills from the sleeve of his wallet. I pinch the two bills between pretty manicured nails, smirking at one corner of my mouth.

  I nudge Caitlin with my elbow and she reacts by lifting off her blouse, unveiling the pink bra underneath. I follow suit and the young dude struggles to keep a straight face.

  “Wait—you’re going to do it here? Outside? Right now?” His head turns as he scans the background of suburban homes.

  “Well yeah, silly!” I giggle as I reach to undo Caitlin’s bra strap. She keeps her arms straight and kind of zones out. She’s a lot more self-conscious than I am, and it’s pretty obvious she’s only doing this for the money. Me on the other hand, I don’t mind the attention.

  A devilish smile sweeps across my face when the straps fall past her shoulders. His eyes shoot wide when her bra cups start to droop, revealing the pleasing slope of her breasts.

  She stands there, stiff and rigid, looking away from the man ogling her supple tits. They’re rather impressive for her meek demeanor. Beautiful and perky, a good mouthful size. The cold bite of the air has made her nipples hard. Caitlin shivers as tiny goosebumps spread from her collarbone, down and around the circumference of her bare tits.

  “Now you,” he says in a monotone voice, unblinking as his attention shifts to me. “I wanna see yours.”

  I glance down at the rising tent of his jeans while squirming to get at the clasp behind my back. “Whatever you say, baby.”

  My black lace bra crumples in a heap next to my white pumps. “So tell me, you ever seen tits like these?” Elbows at my sides, I give them a little shake. My perfect round breasts knock together and jiggle and the dude’s eyes light up. The bulge in his pants is now a very apparent full on erection.

  I take one in a firm grip and flick at the nipple with my tongue, holding his gaze while letting out a soft moan.

  My tongue swirls around the areola and my eyelids droop. I take the breast in my mouth, squeaking out tiny moans between passionate slurping. My opposite hand holds the other boob, kneading the softness in my hand, squeezing the hardened nipple between thumb and forefinger. There’s a bit of drool seeping from the side of my mouth, rolling down a silky rounded breast as my eyes flutter.

  “Holy shit!” The dude shifts in place, his massive erection giving him obvious discomfort.

  “Mmmm…” My lips pop off the end of the nipple with a hard suck and I giggle at the sound. I flash the guy a seductive little smirk before telling him, “Tasting them will cost you another forty.”

  He pulls out the wallet again, this time in a frantic hurry. His hand dives between the leather folds and ruffles inside.

  “Fuck! I’ve only got… ten and some change.”

  “Too bad,” I say, picking the bra off the wood planks of the porch. “Take one last look at the sweetest tits you’ll never get to taste.”

  “No—wait! I think I’ve got another ten inside. If you just hold on…” Caitlin and I glance at each other. She’s already fixing her bra.

  “Sorry, baby.” I’ve got my tits covered again while I’m fastening the strap. “No discounts.” I flash a catty grin and shake an index finger in the air. “But feel free to watch our asses as we walk away. That’s free.” Caitlin and I laugh together as we don our shirts, then turn to leave.

  “God damn! You bitches are cold!” His shoulders slump as he puts the wallet back in a huff.

  I give him a flirty little wink and we saunter off toward the next house.

  “But ya’ll got some damn fine asses though!”

  ******

  “Good evening, sir. Want to see my ti—“

  My face goes numb and my jaw slack. I can’t believe it. It’s definitely him.

  “She wants to know if you’ll pay to see her tits,” Caitlin says. I jab my elbow hard into her ribs. “Ow! What the fuck, Molly?”

  Does she really not know who this is? I glance over at the gold plate attached to the brick wall on my left. Thompson Residence. There’s no mistaking it.

  Mr. Thompson is the wealthiest man in the neighborhood by far. He’s built a name for himself in the community with his generous donations to local charities. We had gawked at the pristine classic convertible out front in the driveway, but I hadn’t actually put it all together until I was staring right at him.<
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  “Excuse me?” Mr. Thompson tugs on his right ear lobe looking puzzled.

  He could have been a GQ model in addition to being a philanthropist. Beyond the fact that he’s the owner of a multimillion-dollar finance company, the guy is hot enough to make most chicks swoon on sight. He’s a tall, handsome guy with broad shoulders and a chiseled body that seems to emanate raw masculinity. Despite being in his mid-forties, his high cheekbones and boyish features hide his age well.

  His presence alone is enough to get my heartbeat going. The immediate attraction has already got my slickening pussy melting between my thighs.

  “What my friend here means to say,” I shoot Caitlin a cold stare to get her to keep her fucking mouth shut, “is that we’re running a charity promotion for breast cancer.”