His Princess

by Sanya Sitter

  "I know how to be a good little slut..." I mischievous grin spreads across my face. I turn around and bend over, lifting my tiny black ruffle skirt enough to expose my tight round ass and pink lacy panties. "Does Mr. Miller want to stick his cock in this tight little virgin pussy?"

  His hands spring forward and clutch me by the waists, pulling my ass toward his face. He tugs down hard on my panties to reveal my smooth, tanned ass cheeks. Then lifts my skirt up to bury his nose between my crack.

  "Ungh--yes!" I drop my hands to my knees and shove my ass into Mr. Miller’s face when I feel his tongue lapping at my pussy from behind. His tongue swirls around in my wetness and curls around to flick at my clit.

  My eyelids close shut and I bite my bottom lip, enjoying the sensation of Mr. Miller slurping at my virgin sweetness with relish.

  "Taste good?" I giggle, my body jolting forward with every slurp and suck.

  "Mmm..." he moans, and I begin to wonder if he's ever going to come up for air. His tongue circles my clit some more and my body writhes.

  Then I gasp when I feel the tip of it pushing against my asshole. It forces its way just inside and waggles about, stimulating nerves I never knew existed. I have to bite down harder on my lip just to stop myself from screaming.

  I bet he never did that for his wife. Mr. Miller really is enjoying this, isn't he?

  At last, he pulls back to take in a huge breath. He spins me around and wastes no time lifting off my tight pink shirt. He wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me forward. My back arches as I reach around to get at my bra; my tits burst free and jiggle in Mr. Miller’s face.

  Then he opens wide and stuffs one breast into his mouth. With eyes closed, he sucks passionately on my nipple, flicking his tongue wildly around the areola. I hold his head against my tit, moaning as my head tilts back and my long hair sweeps across the curve of my spine.

  I hold him there for a long while, enjoying the sensation of electric tingles running up my neck.

  Then he releases the tight seal on my breast and it falls against my chest. The suction of his lips has turned my nipple blood red. He stands up from the bed and brings me in close before plunging his tongue into my mouth.

  He grabs hold of one ass cheek and pinches it hard as we make out.

  At last, he is giving in to desire. When our lips peel apart, I turn myself around and bend over while lifting up my skirt to ask,

  "Are you ready to fuck me, Mr. Miller?" He takes a rough grip on the sides of my ass and plants the tip of his cock against my sacrum. The shaft inserts itself between my cheeks and glides along my crack, lubricated by my wet juices and his own saliva.

  Bent over and still holding my skirt up, I turn my head to tell him,

  "I want you inside me..." I lick my tongue around at the corner of my mouth and spread my ass cheeks wide.

  "But, what if..." he says, and I can feel his hands trembling slightly. He must be worried that I might get pregnant. But it means more to me that I give him the best orgasm of his life. I have finally turned his thoughts away from his wife.

  There is no way I'm going to let him stop now. Once I get him to enter me, she will be the last thing on his mind.

  "Fuck me Mr. Miller... Please!" He uses a thumb to push down on the neck of his shaft so the tip is aligned with my quivering wet entrance. I buck my hips backward against his cock and the tip of it compresses between my folds.

  As he pushes deeper, I can feel the tightness of my entrance giving way to his throbbing dick. He is almost inside me now.

  He grabs hold of my hips with apprehension and I feel the force of his hands pulling me backward onto his cock. The head of it slips in the wetness of my tight entrance and my body jolts as the girth of him spreads my insides apart. The size of him is enough to make me flinch.

  As he enters me, my tight walls squeeze around his dick down the neck. The pulse of his cock beats inside me, shooting tingles down to my toes. My legs quake and my knees knock together. I am having trouble standing.

  He spreads his legs for balance and continues to guide my pussy along his shaft. We moan together when my tightness is wrapped around his entire length.

  Mr. Miller’s cock slides in the wet juices of my pussy until his balls reach my labia. My hips buck against him out of reflex when his head bottoms out at my cervix.

  There is a subtle pain in all of it, but it is quickly masked by the euphoric shivers running up my spine.

  My back arches and he puts a hand on my shoulder to hold me in place on his cock. My ass clenches and my walls squeeze even tighter around the whole of his dick.

  With the hands on my hip and shoulder, he begins rocking me back and forth along the length of his shaft. My fluids coat his cock in a wet sheen that reflects the dim light of the bedroom.

  Again and again, he jerks me forward and back. He pulls out so his tip is just inside me, then impales me on his cock until he is balls deep. His thrusting is becoming increasingly rapid and forceful. Mr. Miller is taking me like his little whore, just the way I wanted.

  As he fucks me from behind, I smile at the thought of him finding so much enjoyment in taking my body any way he wants. Now I can give him everything that he deserves.

  While Mr. Miller’s hips beat against me, I reach around to grab hold of his ass and assist his wild thrusting. He huffs and groans as warm beads of sweat land on the small of my back and pool there. I buck my ass against him as I push from behind, squeezing my walls tight as I can.

  Then I feel the familiar twitch of his head tickling my cervix. I think he might be getting ready to cum. Is he really going to do it? Is he actually going to shoot his load up inside me?

  "Mr. Miller I'm--I'm not on the pill..." He continues his forceful thrusting into the depths of my pussy. I'm not sure he even heard me over the sound of his grunting. His cock twitches inside me again, and I think he may be committed.

  He already made up his mind about this before he stuck his cock in me.

  The fear begins to subside in the euphoric energy building deep in my core. His throbbing dick drills into me, slipping and sliding in the deluge of juices gushing from my quivering pussy.

  My whole torso shudders. I would fall over if it weren't for him clinging to my ass.

  "Beth, I'm--I'm going to--" He is going to get me pregnant for sure. But none of that matters anymore. It just feels too fucking good to worry about any of that now. If this is what it takes to finally make him happy again, then I will coax every single drop of semen from his cock.

  The head of his stiff dick slams into my cervix and it sends me over the edge into ecstasy. My body writhes and my legs clamp together and I scream out.

  My pink fingernails dig deep into his ass to hold him inside as the explosion of orgasmic energy flows out from my core and tingles in every extremity.

  "Fuck! I'm gonna fucking cum!" He yells. I gyrate my hips and work the whole of his cock as my walls contract reflexively upon reaching climax. Then I gasp when I feel his warm spunk spilling into my uterus.

  I can't believe he actually did it! We moan together in mutual ecstasy as my tight pussy glides up and down along his cock, milking every bit of cum from his dick.

  His massive load fills all of my insides; a torrential stream of fluids gushes out from me and trickles down his balls.

  He spasms against me, then goes limp at the waist. His cheek rests upon my arched spine and his knees buckle.

  We collapse together on the carpet floor. He lands on top of me while his cock continues to shudder and spurt more of his seed into me. As we lie there panting in unison, basking in the afterglow of climax, I know that I now carry his child.

  I am in the most fertile period of my menstrual cycle after all. I may have forgotten to mention that to Mr. Miller, but I did warn him that I wasn't on the pill.

  Then he grunts and rolls off of me onto his back and I know instantly that it was all worth it. Mr. Miller is finally smiling again.

  HER BIG FILL

 
“That’s the last box.” My stuff jostles and clangs in the cardboard box my neighbor just set down with a thud. He huffs and wipes beads of sweat off his forehead with the back of an also sweaty hand.

  Then my stomach clenches when I realize which box it is. I meant to carry that particular one up the six flights of stairs to my dorm room myself. Oops.

  “What the hell you got in here anyway Tammy? Looks like you forgot to label it.” I couldn’t possibly have labeled what was in there for him to read, so I had put a little red sticker on the side to keep track of it.

  “Oh, y’know…” I twirl a finger around in my blond curls, “just some old toys I couldn’t let go of.” Really naughty toys. I can’t stop myself form blushing a little at the thought. I shift my weight to one leg and avert my eyes.

  I must look really nervous. “And it looks like you forgot to tape it sealed.” Mr. Peterson says, squatting to get at the cardboard flaps for a peek inside.

  “No!” I rush over and place a swift hand on his shoulder to stop him from opening it. His hands freeze; he jerks his head to look up at me. He’s got a quizzical look on his face.

  “What’s the matter with you?” His glasses have fallen to the edge of his nose. A strand of dark hair soaked in sweat falls just above his raised eyebrow. Mr. Peterson always looks so cute like that.

  “Sorry, I just…” I shift my weight again. “It’s the nerves, y’know? All of this… it’s a lot to take in at once.” He stands up again. Phew. Changing the subject to my insecurities was a last ditch effort. Mr. Peterson has always been good at comforting me.

  And it really was a lot to take in. I was finally going off to college to fulfill my mother’s dream of me becoming a doctor, or a lawyer, or something else I knew I could never live up to.

  Whatever it was, my profession was supposed to make a lot of money. Of course, all she could ever talk about was what she would do with all the money I made.

  Like put her into a nice house along the beach, or pay for her to travel the world while I was stuck working my ass off at some stupid job I hated.

  But Mr. Peterson is much more encouraging. Ever since we came to the suburbs and moved in next door, he has treated us with nothing but kindness. Because my Mom doesn’t have much money, he offered to pay my full tuition at a prestigious university like this one.

  And he has always told me to pursue whatever interests me the most, instead of just what pays the most. I owe him an enormous debt for everything he has done for me.

  But now that I’ve finally turned nineteen, I desperately want to show him my appreciation… with my body. Enough that I am willing to give Mr. Peterson my virginity. I want to thank him by letting him enter my tight little pussy, then fuck me until he cums inside.

  Even now as we’re standing here, the only thoughts racing through my head are how much I want to wrestle him onto my small dorm bed and ride his giant cock until it squirts Mr. Peterson’s warm cum into me.

  I nibble at my bottom lip and cross my legs, staring into space. Just thinking about how bad I want him inside me has gotten me a little wet.

  “Tammy?” Mr. Peterson is rubbing my shoulders, trying to relax me a little. He just asked me something but I wasn’t listening.

  “Mmm…” I moan softly with eyes closed. I roll my neck while Mr. Peterson massages away the tension in my shoulders. One spaghetti strap of my pink tank top falls off the shoulder. “Sorry, what did you say?”

  He always gives the best massages. He has the forearm muscles to really get into the deep tissue, and he makes a point of getting to the gym as often as possible to keep them.

  On top of that, he’s got a solid build all around and a six pack to die for.

  “I was thinking I ought to get going soon… let you get settled in.” My eyes open wide, my neck goes stiff. God dammit, this is going to be my last chance to fuck Mr. Peterson.

  Once he walks out that door he’ll be driving back home, two states away. I can’t possibly let him leave without at least offering myself to him.

  I turn around to place a soft hand on his cheek.

  “But… you just got here…” I put on my best puppy dog face, stroking lightly at the scruff of his cheek.

  “I know, but I really should hit the road. Long way back—”

  “Can I show you something first, Mr. Peterson? …Please?” He gives a sigh of resignation and our eyes lock. I bite down on my lower lip, placing an index finger just above my cleavage.

  It traces its way up to and across my collar bone, then rests on the other shoulder strap that’s still in place.

  Then I flash a tiny smirk, and flick it off my tan skin so that both straps are drooping at my arms. His eyes go wide in shock.

  I place palms on either breast of my push up bra and shove my tits even closer together. The front of my tank top sags even lower, enough for Mr. Peterson to see the leopard skin print of my bra underneath it.

  I stare at him with eyes full of lust, licking around the corner of my upper lip.

  “You want to see my tits, don’t you Mr. Peterson?” His expression is one of utter disbelief.

  Still, I may have caught a tiny glimpse of desire behind those eyes. I take a bold step toward him to get in closer. He is a full foot taller than me, so I have to tilt my neck way back.

  With a devilish smile, I grip the cups of the bra with pink manicured nails and peel them back to reveal my perky tits. I can tell he is using every ounce of his willpower not to look down at them.

  “Just one look Mr. Peterson… won’t you?” I ask, faking a pout. Keeping eye contact, I lower my chin slightly while lifting one breast up to my mouth. “I’ll even let you suck them, if you want.” I smile wide this time.

  At last, I catch his eyes glancing down at my hard nipples before quickly returning to my face. He is wearing an awkward expression, as if trying to pretend he didn’t just look down.

  I giggle and bring the breast all the way to the entrance of my mouth. The crimson lipstick smears around the areola as I wrap tight lips around my nipple and make wet slurping sounds. “Mmmmm… Just one taste?”

  “Tammy! What the hell!” He grabs my bare shoulders and shakes me. “You know we can’t do this.”

  “Mom will never have to know. She’s two-thousand miles away. It’s just us.”

  “That’s not the point and you know it.” He shakes his head, looking disappointed. “Now fucking cover yourself—”

  “Did you know that I’m still a virgin?” I drop my tits and embrace him, squeezing him tight. “It’s true,” I say, nodding. “I want you to be my first, Mr. Peterson…”

  “Tammy, that’s not—”

  “Have you ever felt the tightness of a virgin pussy?” I tilt my head back again, staring deep into his eyes. “Do you want to know what it’s like to fuck me?”

  Keeping one arm around his waist, I lean back to trace my finger from his sternum down to his abs, rolling over each rippling muscle behind his tight black T-shirt.

  He grabs my hand to stop me and squeezes it tight enough for it to hurt.

  “Stop! Just—stop it!” He throws my hand to the side and starts toward the door.

  “I know you want me.” He pauses there, halfway to the door. “You might be acting like you don’t… but that huge bulge in your jeans tells me otherwise. You can’t hide it.”

  I walk up to him and reach for his arm to turn him so he’s facing me again. “I might be a virgin, Mr. Peterson, but I still know how to suck cock.”

  My tongue licks all around the edge of my lips; my gaze shifts down at his crotch.

  His face insists on not giving anything away, but he remains still when I dip my fingers into his pants. I shove them in until my fingertips graze the head of his cock. Mr. Peterson is growing a raging hard on for me.

  I sense him trying to pull away, so I reach around to grab hold of his ass and bring him in closer.

  “If you stick around… I can show exactly how much I know about giving head.” With ligh
t strokes, I tease his cock with the very tips of my fingers. “You must be dying to know if I’m a naughty little slut, aren’t you?”

  With a mischievous grin, I force my hand in deeper until my fingers are wrapped around the shaft. “Ungghhh… Mr. Peterson wants a sloppy wet blowjob, doesn’t he?”

  I pull my arm out of his pants and grab hold of his belt buckle while getting down on my knees. To my surprise, he doesn’t put up much resistance when I unzip his pants.

  “Tammy—I—” he tries to say, but is interrupted by a hard tug at the waist of his jeans. I pull them down until they’re around his ankles and gasp at the massive tent in his white briefs.

  “My goodness…” I press a finger on the largest part of it and giggle. “I never knew you were so big Mr. Peterson! I might have trouble fitting it all down my naughty little throat…” He looks just like a deer in the headlights.