His Princess

by Sanya Sitter

  The bag of chips fell and spread out on the carpet floor. The ice cream bowl tipped over on its side, dripping the melted cream onto the beige fabric of the couch. But I didn't care.

  It felt too good to care.

  I spread my legs out wide with a hand down my panties, dipping two fingers knuckle deep into my pussy. I whimpered at the thought of Mr. White's throbbing dick inside me, spreading my tight walls apart.

  I curled my fingers to stimulate my G-spot, rocking my hips on the soft couch cushions. My tongue darted to the corner of my mouth and slid across my upper lip. I stared intently at the photograph, holding my focus on Mr. White's eyes.

  My mind was going numb. I could feel a warm sensation building deep in my core. The coming orgasm was going to be tremendous. I was going to gush all over Mr. White's couch right then and there.

  And then there he was, his dark silhouette filling the doorway leading to the hall in front me. I could see the white in his wide eyes piercing through the darkness. I just froze in place, spread eagle and chest bare with a hand down my panties.

  Then there was a soft whisper from his direction, "P--Penny? What... the hell?" My legs began to tremble in the air; my whole body shuddered in embarrassment.

  "Mr... Mr. White?" Was all I could muster. I didn't know what to think, what to do. My mind went blank.

  He stepped forward into the light of the living room. His expression of disbelief was suddenly illuminated, it was even more frightening in the light. "I--I..." His eyes moved to the open bag of potato chips on the floor, then to the dripping ice cream on his expensive couch. Then his look of shock turned to anger.

  "I'll let you fuck me..." was what came out of my mouth. I was just as surprised as he was. "It's the least I can do for ruining your couch." Mr. White shook his head like he couldn't believe what I was saying.

  Then my body began to move almost on its own. My feet planted themselves on the floor and I stood up. As I began walking toward him, he pulled away, looking almost afraid.

  "I want you to fuck me, Mr. White." I took a few more bold steps toward him, wearing only my pink lacy panties.

  "Penny... what's going on? What are you talking about?" He cowered away from me as I advanced toward him with a mischievous grin.

  I caught his eyes dropping down to my big bouncing tits as I walked forward. His eyes sort of glazed over and I let out a little snicker.

  "Get your fucking clothes back on!" He brought a hand out in front of his face to pretend that he was blocking his view, but I could see him peeking between his fingers. I kept walking until one of my tits connected with his outstretched palm, giggling.

  "Penny, I don't want to--" He tried to pull his hand away, but I grabbed him by the wrist and held his hand there, rubbing it around in a circular motion on my breast.

  "Mmmm... Just calm down...." I told him, guiding his hand downward, letting it glide over my round belly. When his fingers got to the waist of my panties, I dipped his hand beneath my panties.

  "Can you feel how wet I am for you?" My wet fluids leaked from my crotch, dribbling down my thighs. I dipped two of his fingertips between my labia, coating them in my girl juices.

  When I brought them up to his mouth he pursed his lips and turned away to stop me from getting him to taste it. So I leaned in and traced the flat of my wet tongue up his cheek.

  "C'mon Mr. White, just a little taste?" My tongue left a wet sheen of saliva on the side of his face that glistened in the light of the living room. I brought a hand to the opposite cheek, nudging him to turn back toward me.

  When he did, I brought his fingers to his trembling lips, tracing my wet juices across his bottom lip. When his lips parted a bit, I pushed the fingers past his teeth. His eyelids dropped softly and his lips wrapped around my finger when my sweetness touched the tip of his tongue.

  "I think he likes it..." I beam at him, gliding my finger off his bottom lip and down his chin. Then he shook his head like he was coming out of a trance.

  "Stop it!" He broke his hand free and grabbed me by the shoulders. "Penny, we can't do this..." The he shook me, saying, "I have a wife for god's sake!"

  "But she isn't here now..." I grab him by the elbows and bring his hands back to my supple tits. "It's just you and me Mr. White." I leaned in close to whisper into his ear, "I'll never tell..." His eyes shot wide open when he felt my hand going down the front of his jeans.

  My thumb and forefinger wrapped around his dick, stroking it gently as it grew in my hand. Mr. White's breathing quickened. I nibbled playfully on his ear and giggled.

  "I'll even let you cum inside me..." I whispered. I felt the pulse of his throbbing cock beat faster. His dick was getting rock hard in my hand. I cupped his balls and grasped his chin between index finger and thumb, bringing his mouth to mine.

  Our lips connected for a passionate kiss. Mr. White's eyes closed again--I could sense him giving into desire. The thought of fucking me like a whore in his living room while his wife wasn't home was overriding any sense of devotion to her.

  My tongue slipped past his teeth and swirled in his mouth, and Mr. White followed suit. I felt the warm breath from his nose on my lips.

  When the kiss was over, I began stroking and teasing his cock, saying "You're so big... I don't know if I can fit it all down my naughty little throat..." Then a devilish grin spread across my face and Mr. White raised one eyebrow.

  I whispered in his ear once more, "But that won't stop me from trying..."

  I worked hastily at his belt buckle, whipping it off with a snap that echoed against the white walls of the room. Mr. White just stood there frozen.

  Any thoughts about his wife were falling to the background in the moment of me bringing his pants and briefs down to his ankles.

  I got down on my knees and traced the tip of my nose along his long shaft. "Smells like good dick," I said.

  Then I grazed my lips around the head and nibbled playfully on the tip. "I wonder how it tastes..." I opened my mouth wide and got it over the head.

  Mr. White moaned when he felt the warm wetness of my mouth on his stiff dick. The flat of my tongue pressed against his enormous shaft as I pushed my head down on it. Deeper and deeper...

  I wrapped my tongue around the base when the tip connected with the back of my throat. Then I lifted my head, coating the length of his dick in my warm saliva. Mr. White's legs began to tremble and his knees knocked together--he was having trouble standing already.

  Then I pushed my head back down on his enormous cock, pushing as far down as I could go. When the head entered my esophagus, I retched and threw up a bunch of bubbly spit that oozed down his balls and wet his trimmed pubes.

  But Mr. White groaned and lifted me by the cheeks up off his dick, squinting hard. Was he that close to cumming already? I guess he wasn't getting any from his wife lately if that's all it took.

  "More... I want more... Please!" I opened my mouth wide and stuck my tongue out, panting like a dog in heat. A thick string of spit drooled off the tip of my tongue when I said it.

  "This isn't right--" He started to say, but he shut up when he felt the warmth of my mouth around his cock again. He moaned and his head tilted back.

  His hands rested on the back of my head as I sucked his cock like an expert whore. He gripped a clump of my hair tight enough to hurt my scalp when my nose connected with his hard abdomen.

  With his cock lodged firmly in my esophagus, I began bobbing my head up and down the whole length. I grabbed hold of his hard thighs; my red manicured nails glinted in the dim light of the room. I used his legs as leverage to force my head down all the way.

  Mr. White lurched forward and I felt his cock twitch in the depths of my throat. He was using every ounce of willpower not to cum in my mouth right then and there.

  "S--Stop! You have to--stop!" But I continued sucking and slurping along his dick, shoving it in deep as it could go, gagging hard every time I got it down to the base.

  The tight muscles of my throat c
onvulsed out of reflex, squeezing the whole of his dick, coaxing him to shoot his load in the warm sogginess of my mouth wrapped tight around it.

  "Mm--mm--" I moaned, gargling and spitting all over his hard cock.

  "Ah--I'm--Penny, I think I'm gonna--" But as he said it, I slid myself all the way off, grinning wide and heaving to catch my breath.

  "Nuh--uh... not yet, Mr. White." I said, shaking my index finger at him. "You have to stick it in my pussy first if you want to do that." I could see the immediate disappointment in his face.

  He thought he could get away with just cumming in my throat. Hell, then he'd probably get away with his wife never knowing about any of this. But I'm doing this to get pregnant, after all.

  He's going to have to risk a lot more than that if he wants to cum with me.

  I stood up and turned my back toward him, bending over while fingering myself for him to see. I spread the lips of my pussy, telling him, "I'm ready for you." It was sopping wet with the fluids that drizzled between my thighs. "I want you! Fuck me from behind until you squirt inside me!"

  But Mr. White didn't move. He just stared at me bent over in front of him as my spit dripped off his cock on to the carpet floor. I stuck my fingers between my legs and rubbed my clit a little. "Don't you want to know what it feels like to shoot your load up a virgin pussy?"

  "I--we can't. I could never forgive myself if--if..."' Mr. White was stammering. His mind was full of conflicting thoughts. Part of him wanted so desperately to find out what it felt like, the other part still clung to some semblance of loyalty to his wife. I rotated my head toward him, pouting.

  "Get your clothes back on and go back home," he said, sounding defeated. Tears began to well in my eyes. I had no choice but to gather my shit and just leave him there with his blue balls in hand. But I wasn't going to let him get off that easy.

  This wasn't over.

  He had tasted the sweetness of my virgin pussy. Nothing is going to stop me from getting what I want now. His curiosity will be eating away at him while I plan my next move. The next time we're alone, he won't stand a chance. His wife will be the last thing on his mind when I've got his face buried between my legs.

  ******

  When I show up to Mr. White's house, he doesn't answer the door. Lucky for me he told me where he kept the key. Underneath the flowerpot with the dying tulips that had been neglected since his wife went out of town.

  "Mr. White?" I yell for him when I enter the hallway. My voice echoes against the bare walls of the house. Mr. And Mrs. White were never much for decoration. Once I get myself knocked up by Mr. White and move in to this big place, I definitely plan on redecorating.

  I hear the sound of water running above me when I step into the living room. Then there is the squeak of an old water tap being shut closed. Lucky for me, Mr. White is just getting out of the shower.

  I sneak upstairs, being careful not to creak the wooden steps of the staircase. I catch a glimpse of Mr. White wrapped in a towel as he steps into his bedroom.

  I lick sensually around my lips like a wanton slut, ready to pounce on this opportunity--ready to fuck. I slip out of my clothes just outside the bedroom and move to the entrance.

  "Honey, I'm home!" I say, leaning against the doorway and looking right at Mr. White's bare ass. He gasps and spins around, startled.

  "Fuck--You scared--Penny, what the fuck?" he says, covering himself again with the towel.

  "Were you expecting someone else?" I trace my fingers lightly across my bare tits. "Your wife, maybe?" Then my hand travels a long path down to my crotch, dipping into my wetness as I let out a deep moan. Mr. White looks visibly angry. He opens his mouth to say something.

  "But I'm not your wife, am I?" I work up some fake tears and sob into my hands. "I'll never be good enough for you... because I can never be her..." I peek through my cupped hands on my face and notice his relaxing expression, like he already felt sorry for me.

  "Penny... just calm down. It's okay--"

  "It's because I'm fat, isn't it?" I start crying harder, really selling the part. Like I'm really upset.

  "No, Penny. I think you're beautiful. It's just--"

  "So why won't you fuck me?" I ask, lifting my head out of my hands to look at him through swollen red eyes of running mascara. Mr. White comes in close and puts a light hand on my shoulder.

  He's looking at me like I'm some kind of naive child, but that's okay. If this is what it took to get him to fuck me, then that's what I have to do. "I want you Mr. White. I need you inside me..."

  I notice a tent rising at his crotch, behind the white towel around his waist. Mr. White can't hide the fact that he's getting an erection for me. As I stare into those dark green eyes, my hand instinctively reaches for the bulge.

  My hands form a tight grip around his cock and Mr. White's eyes roll back. I lean in close to whisper in his ear,

  "Let me show you what I can do for you..." I tug on the towel so it falls to the floor, revealing Mr. White's hard dick. I grope his balls and go in for a kiss.

  I wrap my long fingers around his shaft, stroking lightly as it swells in my hand. When our lips part I tell him, "Just toss me on that bed and fuck the shit out of me, Mr. White. I know you want to."

  His hand moves with a certain apprehension, up to my breast. He takes one of my tits, massaging it loosely in his hand. Then my head tilts back and I moan when I feel his soft lips seal around my nipple.

  His wet tongue flicks wildly around the areola, sending shivers down to my knees. He moans and slurps on my tit, closing his eye, enjoying the taste.

  "There you go... just like that," I encourage him, rubbing my fingers through the back of his hair. I continue stroking his dick, feeling his quickening pulse in my hand. Then he reaches around to grab my ass cheeks, pulling me in against his hard chest and I squeal.

  "My my... you are excited, aren't you?" Mr. White's sucking intensifies and my vision blurs. He squeezes my ass cheeks with a grip tight enough to turn them blood red.

  He turns me toward the bed and marches forward while I am forced to step backward. We pick up speed, until he flings me onto the bed by the waist so my legs are dangling over the edge

  He has his clothes off before my sight can come back into focus. Mr. White lifts my legs from behind the knees until they're at the sides of my head.

  We moan together when I feel his tongue circling my clit, slipping between my folds in a figure eight pattern. His tongue darts and licks all over, rubbing his wet lips across my labia and sucking on my clit.

  He slurps and sucks with his face buried in my wetness, lapping at my virgin sweetness with total relish. A deluge of fluids gushes from me, flowing into his open mouth as he swallows in delight.

  "Mm. You taste so sweet..." He manages when he comes up for air. I giggle at his enthusiasm, and push his head back down between my legs. My body writhes on the bed, twitching to the ecstatic tingles coursing through me.

  His tongue inserts itself past my entrance and curls inside me. My legs jolt and my hand presses him down hard against me. I wanted him to go deeper...

  My hips gyrate against his face as I wrap my legs around his neck to hold him there. His tongue swirls inside, stimulating and pleasuring me with every push and prod.

  Mr. White takes a rough grip on my ass cheeks, spreading them apart while darting his tongue between my labia. I squeeze my legs tighter around his neck, smothering him against my wetness.

  The flat of his tongue pets my slit, sliding up along my pussy before darting inside again. I moan loud and long at the soothing warmth building deep in my core. My pussy aches for his cock.

  I need him inside me. Now.

  I lift Mr. White's head by the sides of his jaw to stop him. When he pulls away, an intense shudder rolls up my spine. My pussy quivers for more.

  "Fuck me Mr. White! Fuck me until you cum inside!" Mr. White hesitates before standing. He grabs me by the ankles to align himself with my sopping wet entrance. His eyes travel fro
m my tits down to my crotch.

  A bit of precum dribbles from his tip and rolls down my ass cheek.

  "But, Penny--I really don't think..." Was he still worried about getting me pregnant?

  "Just relax! It will be okay, I promise..." I say, guiding the head of his cock to my entrance. My legs jolt in the air when I feel it pressing into my tightness. Mr. White is still apprehensive. I decide to give him a little encouragement by wrapping my legs around his waist and pulling him in closer, deeper...

  "Push!" I say, whimpering at his massive size spreading me apart. His head tilts back and he moans when he feels the tight walls of my entrance wrapping around the head.

  I constrict my core muscles to squeeze tight around his stiff dick as it slips deep into my wetness. Mr. White's ass clenches tight as I shove him from behind with my calves.