And Kristian took that as a yes. He grabbed my skull lightly, fisting it between two hands and slowly pushed forward with his hips again, sliding that dong deeper down my throat.
“Slow, slow,” he murmured to me with half-lidded eyes, his gaze hungry, aroused, as my little pink lips swallowed his length. “That’s it, little girl.”
Because I was doing it. I was eating his dong inch by inch, the pole making its way down my esophagus even as I struggled, stretching my mouth to its widest to accommodate his massive girth. And finally, he was all the way in.
“God,” he rasped, his hands still lightly placed on my head. “I have to fuck you.” And he began running his hips back and forth, reaming my mouth, that huge length impaling me again and again. I squealed, it was so hard and yet so delectable, that man meat running deep into me as I struggled and squirmed despite my best efforts to hold still. And I was aroused, so fucking aroused, that I dropped a hand between my thighs, my fingers unerringly finding my little bud and stroking it, positively thrumming as that huge cock ran in and out of my mouth.
“That’s it, little girl,” Kristian rasped, his eyes staring down at my succulent form kneeling in front of him, my mouth stuffed full as I frigged myself down below. “Touch yourself, make yourself feel good.”
And the sensations began surging inside, a tingle beginning in the depths of my cunny to spread slowly throughout my lower half before shooting in electric sparks to my nips, my fingers, my toes, making me start suddenly, shrieking, as my cunt clenched and spasmed, ecstasy running in ripples through my form.
“Ummph!” I let out a muffled scream around the cock buried in my mouth. “Ummph!” I squealed again.
And the feel of my lips gripping tight around his meat made Kristian lose it too.
“Fuuuck!” he roared as he spilled into me, jism running deep into my throat, shooting so hard down my body I could feel the warm fluid spurting into my stomach. “Fuck!” he roared again, hips pistoning at light-speed even as I swallowed furiously, saliva and excess cum smearing my cheeks, running down my chin with overflow.
And it was so good, so satisfying, that I came again, a giant pool of pussy juice spurting out between my parted knees, fertilizing the sparse grass, my body gushing and creaming at will.
“Ahhh fuck,” Kristian finished with a last gasp, doubled over my form, his cock embedded deep in my throat. And finally, when we were both sated, he began pulling out, that long, shiny length reappearing between my lips, shiny and tasty. I choked a bit, hacking a little as it made its final retreat, the tip dripping wetly as he shook his rod, drying it off.
“Man, we’re a dirty duo, aren’t we?” he rumbled, his eyes still ravenous, body still hard.
And I smiled up at him slyly, the sun gleaming on my brown curls. Without blinking an eye, I turned on my hands and knees, pressed my face into the grassy surface, ass sky high, and reached backwards, flipping my skirt up over my round mounds.
“Again, big guy?” I murmured, looking at him over my shoulder even as I held my cheeks apart, baring everything from anus to clit, the pink gleaming, pulsing, begging for his touch.
And the resulting roar was all the answer I needed.
CHAPTER TEN
Kristian
I never thought she’d be this dirty. Not that I don’t like it, I fucking love it. It’s just that Tina looks like a good girl, all brown curls and bright smile, her sweet, plump form all woman. But now here she was, ass up, offering me her cunt and behind.
And what a behind it was. Her cheeks were full and white, her g-string pulled to the side so that they bisected one moon, emphasizing that luscious fullness, straining against the exaggerated curves. And her twat … oh god, her twat. I could only stare as she wiggled again, those plush pink lips beckoning, droplets of pussy juice spattering me.
“Come and taste it, big guy,” she cooed, and I was on her in a flash. I knelt behind that succulent vixen and buried my tongue in her snatch like there was no tomorrow, sucking on her like a starving man, my mouth glued to her pussy.
“Ohhh!” she squealed, “oh oh oh!” as she writhed on the grass.
And I couldn’t get enough. As I sucked her clit, working that hard nub like the tastiest piece of candy, my hands caressed her calves and the backs of her thighs, massaging those luscious ham hocks. Because they were meaty, juicy and solid, the kind you could take a bite of and savor, real thighs that made my cock pop to life again.
And fuck, my sword. I could feel the pre-cum drizzling off the tip again, sliding wetly down my pole, lubing it up for what was coming. Because I wasn’t done yet, not by a long shot.
As I worked her cunny with my mouth, my right hand crept up so that it circled her rusty star, brushing lightly against that little pucker.
“Ummm,” Tina moaned beneath me, her face buried in the grass. God, how good she looked, eyes closed, humping her butt slightly as I tongued her from behind, her cheek pressed against the floor, boobs so huge and pendulous that they dragged on the ground. I almost spurted right then from how dirty she looked, bent over and moaning like that but I wasn’t done yet, not quite.
As I massaged her pleats with my fingers, I dragged my mouth upwards, tracing over her perineum, that sensitive part between her pussy and anus, and lightly, oh so lightly kissed her rosebud, testing the little hole.
“Aiee!” she squealed, her eyes flying open. “Did you …?” she gasped, craning her head to stare over her shoulder at me.
“I did,” I confirmed, chuckling deep in my throat. “And I’m going to again,” I continued before thrusting my tongue into her pucker this time, savoring her anus with my tongue, burying myself in her dry back wall.
Because the aroma was enticing. Her pussy was heavenly, dripping so hard that my thighs were smeared with her fluids, and her back hole had the unmistakable scent of musky woman, mixing for an irresistible feast. So I went for it, dipping my tongue in her cunt again and again before trailing up to her dark star, circling her pussy nectar around her asshole, using her natural fluids as lube.
And now the girl moaned, burying her face into the ground as her body shuddered.
“Feels good,” she panted rhythmically, her beautiful, smooth back heaving in the afternoon light. “Again.”
But I wanted more than just my tongue up her behind. I raised myself so that I was kneeling behind her, her warm slit in front of me doggy style. Grasping my cockhead in my hand, I ran the pink flare lovingly up and down those pulsing folds, teasing her.
“You like little girl?” I ground out, my eyes never leaving the sight of those wet pussy lips leaking onto my pole.
But there was no answer, merely a long “unnnnh” before she pushed her hips back slightly, trying to catch my cock in her.
And I only laughed, my rod sliding in for an inch before jerking back, careful not to let her suck me in, grasping her hips to keep the little girl still.
“You’re a hungry slut, aren’t you?” I murmured, my dick bouncing off her butt at this point, rubbing up against those round white orbs before falling naturally into the crevice between her cheeks. “You’ll get it, don’t worry, it’s coming,” I promised.
Because I’d pushed my dickhead against her dark star, trying to breach that back cherry, and the girl was moaning frantically, breathing heavily, trying not to thrash as I violated her anus. That’s right, I wanted my dick in her back end, to savor that dry slide, to feel her ass catch tight around me.
“Oh god,” I grunted, the sight so fucking obscene. Her little hole was being violated by my fifteen incher, and it was going to be a tight fit, to put it euphemistically.
But it was too late to stop, the blood pounded in my head, my dong on the brink of explosion. Tina resisted, that bubble butt bouncing back at me, refusing entry, but my donkey dong’s never let me down. I leaned forward again, increasing the pressure, and with a sudden pop, sank in unexpectedly. Tina’s sphincter had let go, and I slid a few, heavenly inches up her backside, my dick wor
ming hotly into her rectum.
“Aieee!” she shrieked, lifting her head for a moment. “Aieee!”
But I only shushed the brunette, stroking the golden curve of her back like I was calming a nervous filly, making clucking noises as she squirmed and writhed beneath me, pinned on my cock like a kebab on a stick.
“It’ll feel good soon, baby girl,” I murmured into her ear, “Soon, soon.”
And with that, I pushed again, this time embedding all of my donkey into her behind. The pain must have been intense, fifteen inches of pure iron because Tina squealed again, her back going ramrod straight before she collapsed on her forearms, jiggly body panting with effort, breaking out into a sweat.
But never had anything been more beautiful because now my cock was buried in her ass to the hilt, those round orbs obscenely bisected by a huge piece of man meat, cunt leaking wetly below, thighs and back covered in a sheen of sweat, shimmering a bit as I began a slow slide into and out of her anal canal.
“Shhh,” I hushed as little mewls of pleasure-pain escaped her lips. “Relax baby, it’ll get good.”
And pretty soon those little mewls became cries of pleasure, ecstatic yips and breathy gasps as I pounded her behind.
“Ohhh fuck me,” she gasped at one point, her face strained, those beautiful brunette curls thrown over one shoulder, body humping up and down. “Butt-fuck me, butt-fuck me,” she chanted.
And I was only too happy to oblige. The pace picked up, my balls bouncing against her puss as I drilled again and again, that cunny juice like molten lava, soaking the fronts of my thighs with nectar.
“Fuck fuck fuck,” I ground out, the unbelievable squeeze so good, the tight fit like a vise. “Fuuuuuck!” I roared as I came, spurting gallons of man milk into her anal chamber, up her rectum and into her GI tract. And at the very same moment, I reached below and seized a nipple in each hand, pulling and twisting hard, filling my palms with those huge, creamy gazongas, stimulating her up top as well as down below as the brunette careened over the edge, coming like a house on fire, her cunny shaking with spasms, ass clamping down on my dick so hard, with such force, I thought it would break.
“Kristiiiaaan!” her voice rang out in the forest as cars zoomed past, not so far away, anyone could have stopped and seen us at any minute. “Kristian,” she cried again as her rump jiggled and shook with the tremors overtaking her form, almost shaking me loose with the volcanic eruption.
But I was in too deep, grabbing onto her tits, using them as leverage, burying myself deeper in her still, enjoying the feel of snug womanflesh surrounding me, enveloping me, letting myself breathe in her scent, the unmistakable tang of her pussy cream mixed with the musk of female back end.
And finally, we both calmed enough to rejoin the world once again, our breathing ragged, locked together, my huge, masculine form bent over her round, feminine body as she knelt on all fours in the grass. I nipped at her shoulder, tasting the sweet perspiration there, running the edge of my tongue along the elegant curve of her neck, savoring the utter femaleness of this girl.
And Tina sighed a little before stretching a bit and moaning, giving me better access to the sensitive curve of her neck.
“Again, Highness?” she asked coyly, wiggling her butt a little.
And I groaned, my cock twitching as it came back to life in that sweet, hot space because I was more than game … for round two, if not three and four.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Tina
I never imagined it would be like this. Prince Kristian was so dirty, so utterly disgusting, his mind in the gutter, taking my behind like he owned it. And I have to admit that I loved it, loved every second of our illicit encounter by the highway, where anyone could have seen us had they slowed and peered into the shrubbery.
Because it had been amazing, beyond my wildest dreams. I’d blown him, taken that huge donkey dong deep into my throat before getting on my hands and knees and offering him my behind like a whore, a harlot who was open any time for business. And if it was Kristian’s business then my pussy and ass were his for the taking, available always.
But what intrigues me is the fact that he’s such a man of contrasts, the personal, the physical, the mental. On the one hand, he’s a prince, with everything it implies. Savvy, cosmopolitan, powerful, with knowledge of politics, the economy, and foreign affairs, it’d been easy for him to pick up on my little sector of microfinance. He’d immediately understood the value of Roma Outreach, how even a loan of five thousand lirah could make a difference to a community outfit.
On the other, Kristian’s a normal man, just like any other. The high-flying title, the fact that his family has millions, seemed mean little when it came to our relationship. Because I’ve told him the truth – that the Sterlings don’t have much, that we’re paupers in paradise, our lifestyle about to crack and implode.
“I don’t know what to say about my mom and dad,” I began slowly. “I mean I love them, but Lord and Lady Sterling can be hard to explain.”
“No worries, I get it,” he said, driving slowly. We’d loaded ourselves into the Mini and were heading back to Miss Carroll’s, our bodies sated, our breathing finally still. A sense of calm had descended in the car, an easy silence between us. Would the other girls be able to tell that I’d just had a fling? Not just a fling but the most intensely physical and emotional experience of my life, a dick in my butt, jism all over my body?
But I had to tell him the truth.
“Lord and Lady Sterling,” I tried again, “we’re, how do you say it? Aristocrats but not really.”
He glanced at me briefly before turning back to the wheel, resting a big hand on my knee.
“Yeah, I’ve heard of your family,” he rumbled, “back in school, they made me study the royal houses of every European country. You guys are a cadet branch of the Stewarts right? Your fortune’s derived from real estate and horse racing.”
And he took my breath away again, the breadth of his knowledge, how it even extended to my family, minor nobility of a neighboring city-state.
“Yeah, the basis of our fortune was land, but I don’t think we have many holdings now,” I said slowly. “In fact, I’d be surprised if we had even one.”
“What do you mean?” asked Kristian smoothly. “Wasn’t your grandfather’s name on the Royalton Race Track at some point?” he asked quizzically. “We had a filly win there a couple years back, I thought that place belonged to your family.”
I took a deep breath.
“It might be, in name,” I said slowly, “because things sell better if the Sterling name is attached, development seems to go easier, sellers often get a premium, it’s easier to attract crowds. But the fact is that a lot of our real estate is mortgaged to the hilt, a lot of the properties are underwater.”
And I colored as I admitted this, shamefaced, unable to look at the prince. I knew I shouldn’t have felt bad, our family’s fortune had been declining for years and I was an eighteen year-old girl, hardly the one responsible. But I felt ashamed nonetheless, feeling the burden of our family crest, expectations which were about to be shattered forever.
“What are you saying?” he asked easily, looking over at me again and chucking me under the chin. “That the Royalton Race Track is owned by someone else?”
And I nodded slowly.
“It is,” I said. “It’s owned by some nameless conglomerate, some foreign entity that bought it from right under my dad’s nose. Well, not exactly,” I amended. “I just think that my dad didn’t have much choice. It wasn’t a hostile takeover or anything like that, he just didn’t have much say about what happened, we were so in debt.”
“And I only found out about all this myself,” I said quickly, rushing with my words. “I didn’t know, I …” I stopped miserably, unable to look at him.
“You what?” he said softly, shooting me another look as he drove. “What is it, Tina?”
“I was sent to Miss Carroll’s to find a rich man,” I said woodenly,
twisting my hands in my lap, my knuckles white with agony. “I never meant for this to happen, I mean, I never meant for you and I, you know ...” I was so mortified that it was impossible to finish my sentences, I couldn’t even get the words out, how cheap I felt, how opportunistic, just a pawn in my family’s plan.
“And I was the ultimate catch?” Kristian asked wryly. “I was the guy that parents set their daughters on, hoping to snag a man with a fortune, ensnare him so that they could use his money to rebuild their castles, send their younger sons to college, even buy a couple nice dresses and purses for the missus?”
And shamefaced, I replied in a tiny voice, “Yes. My parents, they sent me to Miss Carroll’s for that purpose specifically. I wanted to go to school,” I burst out, “I wanted to study history or literature, figure out my path in life, but my parents,” I said mortified, shaking my head, my voice trembling, “they told me that our family’s future rested on my making a good match. Where would my brother end up if we didn’t have money? Where would I, for that matter?” I asked bitterly. “Lord and Lady Sterling have already received notice, they’re going to have to vacate their apartment in a few months for non-payment of rent,” I concluded miserably.
And Kristian laughed then, a big, belly laugh, his tall form shaking so hard that I was afraid he’d crash the car.
“What?” I asked, stupefied. “What, what’s so funny?” I’d just admitted my big secret to him and half-expected him to throw me out, drop me like a hot coal, but instead the man was laughing so hard that I seriously thought he’d lost a nut, his blue eyes dancing mirthfully as he took me in.
After he calmed down somewhat, he looked over at me again, those big hands still on the driving wheel, taking us through the outskirts of the city, back to St. Venetia.
“Tina,” he said gently, “I already knew all that.”
“You did?” I asked, stupefied. “Why? How?” What did he know that I didn’t? I was sure my parents took every precaution to hide our diminishing fortunes, refusing to give up country club memberships, keeping all the right friends, spending lavishly on vacations. From the outside, no one should have been able to tell.
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