His Princess

  Copyright 2020 by Sanya Sitter

  All Rights Reserved

  This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real individuals is purely coincidental. The following content is intended for mature audiences. All characters are consenting, legal aged adults.

  Are you eager to read about naughty wanton girls getting their wet, tempting pussies spread, stretched, and filled to the hilt? How about massive throbbing cocks ploughing into tight virgin holes?

  Good, because they’re ready for you…

  DIRTY DEVIL

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  “DADDY DON’T CUM INSIDE ME!!!”

  “C’mon, put your mouth on it!” My light, drooping hair falls around the protruding hip bones of my boyfriend’s waist. I’m holding myself up with straightened arms on either side of his spread legs as he thrusts his pelvis into the air toward me.

  He is a bit skinnier than I like for a guy, but I still think he’s pretty hot. I hesitate to bring my face in closer over his erect cock. I want to please Brent, I’m just not sure if I will like the taste of it.

  My friend Krista told me that her boyfriend’s cum tasted like salt water when she gave him head for the first time, and I’m really hoping that Brent’s will at least have some sweetness to it.

  My arms are trembling, my elbows feel weak. As I struggle to hold myself up, I can’t help but continue lowering my head as my lips part.

  Brent and I have only been dating for about a week, and already I’m about to suck him off in my neighbor’s bedroom. We both turned nineteen this month, so I guess there’s no reason left for me to act like a prude.

  In fact, I am the last out of all my girlfriends to lose her virginity. Up until now I had never even given a blowjob. But Brent is cool with it being my first time, even if he is being a little bit forceful.

  My wet lips connect with the head, just enough to cover the tip. His flesh is surprisingly soft. Our eyes connect and I nibble on the tip a bit, giggling at his reaction. His hips jerk out of reflex, but then he smiles at me and I can tell that he likes it.

  “Stick your tongue out and lick around the head,” he says. The softness of my lips trace along the shaft of his cock. A let a bit of saliva run from my mouth and watch it trail along a thick, pulsating vein.

  He squirms in the ruffled sheets and moans. I place a hand at each of his bare thighs and open my lips wider.

  The truth is, the only reason I waited this long is because I have been saving myself for one man in particular. The only man who really turns me on. The only man I really love--my neighbor, Mr. Johnson.

  He came into my life about ten years ago, when my mom and I came to the suburbs and moved in next door. Before that, we were living in a shitty one-bedroom apartment living off food stamps. Mr. Johnson has helped us out tremendously over the years. His house has always been open to me whenever I felt like, and he pays for most of my things.

  And now that I’m nineteen, all I can think about is how much I want to fuck Mr. Johnson’s brains out. Whenever we are alone together on the living room couch, or when he catches me coming out of the shower wrapped in a tiny bath towel, I just play out the same fantasy in my head again and again.

  I want to tackle Mr. Johnson, rip off his jeans and fuck him like a dirty slut. I want to slobber all over his ball sac and choke down his enormous, throbbing cock. Then when his cock is nice and wet, I want to mount him and slide his cock into my warm pussy.

  I want to ride him on our hard wood floors, and moan as he holds on to my breasts, desperate to stop himself from cumming inside me. I would gyrate hard against his tan, rock hard abs and caress his perfectly toned pecs, screaming out in ecstasy.

  Then if he tried to pull out, I would keep him held down and coax his cum into me, savoring the sensation as every last bit of it jetted from his penis deep inside at my cervix. We would moan together in total bliss as I climaxed at the same time.

  But instead I’m here giving my boyfriend, who I am most certainly not in love with, his very first blowjob. I had tried on multiple occasions to seduce Mr. Johnson, but he seemed disinterested every time. Or at least he pretended to be.

  Once, when I purposely ran into Mr. Johnson in the hallway in my bath towel, I just let it fall to floor. I tried to look embarrassed while my entire naked body was exposed to him, but he kept his head turned and his hands out in front to shield his view.

  “It’s okay if you want to look, you know,” I told him then. His face lit up and I giggled. I stepped over the towel and took a graceful step toward him.

  I placed a hand with scarlet manicured nails against his firm chest. The pace of his breathing was noticeably quick.

  Mr. Johnson was always a bashful sort of guy. Really it was one of the biggest turn-ons for me. But when I gave him permission to look at my breasts, I was hoping he would find some confidence.

  I just wanted him to grab me by the arms and suck on my big perky tits. I wanted him to fuck me right then and there in the hallway.

  But of course, he didn’t do any of that. Instead he just told me to, “Put your towel back on for god’s sake!” Then he pushed past me, eyes closed, and continued down the hallway without saying anything else. I felt like crying.

  Or sometimes I would dress up in my favorite skimpy outfit and prance around the house while cleaning and doing chores. And I always made sure Mr. Johnson got a nice view of my hot round ass when I bent over to scrub the floor or set the dinner table.

  But all my attempts at seducing him were ineffectual. He was a moral man after all, and the dedication to his wife was possibly greater than the prospect of drilling his naughty little neighbor senseless. But that didn’t stop me from trying.

  “Damn that feels good baby…” Brent moans again as the head of his cock slips into the wet entrance of my mouth. I am careful to keep my teeth covered with my lips like Krista had taught me.

  I press the flat of my tongue at the top of his shaft. It tastes a bit like sweat, but it isn’t too unpleasant.

  “You like it baby?” I say in gargled words with his cock in my mouth. The tip of it slides further and taps the back of my throat and I gag a bit. He chuckles, and then moans as I’m coughing up spit onto his cock.

  He must be really enjoying this. And I have to admit that my panties are feeling a little wet.

  He pushes deeper into my throat with his pelvis. I’m trying to suppress the gag reflex this time bit it’s not easy. I cough and slurp and choke on his cock like I want to swallow it whole.

  “Ungh!” He moans deep. His cock slips even further down my throat as I try to keep my head down on his cock. He grabs hold of the sides of my head to keep it in place while he fucks the deep recesses of my mouth.

  More thick saliva spurts out and coats the head and shaft. A pool of it is collecting down at the base, soaking his trimmed pubes.

  My head rocks up and down with determination, my tongue slips down and around the shaft. I take one hand away from his thigh to cup his ball sac. I tickle the prostate a little bit like Krista taught me to do, and he grunts loud and long.

  “Shhh!” I try to say, but it really just sounds like more gargling. Mr. Johnson is home after all, and I don’t know how he would react if he found us up here fucking.

  He grabs the back of my head to push me down even further. My vision goes blurry when his head slides down into my esophagus. I can feel his legs trembling from the immense pleasure. He might be ready to cum soon. />
  I continue bobbing my head up and down, gagging and spewing and spitting on his cock. His moans are getting increasingly louder and I squeeze his leg to try and signal him to shut up a bit. Mr. Johnson was surely going to hear us like this.

  “I think—I’m going to—” His forceful thrusts are rapid and suffocating. My boyfriend is just face fucking me now.

  Then I freeze when I hear the reverberating thud of a hand banging against my bedroom door.

  “Kate? What’s going on in there?” Mr. Johnson is asking from the other side. But Brent is persistent on getting off at this point. He continues to hold my head down on his cock as he jams it down my airway.

  A thick yellow mass of saliva, mucous and precum spews from my mouth when the gag reflex tries to force him out. The pressure deep in my throat is enough for tears to well in my eyes and roll down my pale cheeks.

  I’m beating on his legs with both palms now, trying to get him to pull the fuck out so I can breathe. The pace of his thrusting slows a bit, and I know he’s just on the edge of ejaculating down my esophagus.

  “Kate! I’m coming in…” The brass handle of my bedroom door turns. A sliver of orange light coming from the hallway peeks through as the door creaks open.

  “Fuck… I’m, c—cumming!” Brent’s grip on the back of my skull tightens as his thick spunk hits the back of my throat.

  Again and again, his cock pulses and pumps more of his load into me. I can’t help but swallow as it oozes down the lining of my esophagus. It feels like I might swallow his whole cock along with it.

  His jizz tastes slightly sour—not sweet like I was hoping. The stickiness deep in my throat makes me gag again, only his cock is still lodged way in.

  I keep forcing myself to swallow it all, to just get it all down so I can breathe again. He’s moaning loud enough for Mr. Johnson to hear for sure, still cumming inside my mouth.

  The door creaks open with a slow hesitation. Mr. Johnson knows what’s going on, but he doesn’t want to see it. Only, I really want him to.

  I want him to see what a naughty little whore I am. I want him to see my boyfriend’s cock lodged in my esophagus while I’m choking down every last bit of his load. I want Mr. Johnson to see what I can do for him if he will just let me.

  “What… the fuck?” he says. Brent’s legs finally stop shaking. He’s frozen stiff now, staring at the wide open doorway. Cock still in mouth, my eyes shift in the same direction. Running mascara has made the vision in one eye blurry, but Mr. Johnson’s silhouette is unmistakable.

  ******

  “Get off of him! Now!” He commands. It was rare to hear such a stern tone in his voice. The last I had heard it was the time I tried to seduce him in my bath towel.

  Brent lifts me by the sides of my head while he’s still fixated on Mr. Johnson’s furious expression. His cock finally emerges from my lips, leaving a streak of red lipstick along the shaft as it exits. At last, I can finally breathe.

  I collapse between Brent’s open legs, gasping for air as my face hits the bed sheets. A bit of bubbly semen drools from my wide open mouth. Brent is scrambling above me to get out of the bed. His foot gets tangled when he tries to stand up and falls to the floor with one leg still caught up in the sheets.

  I can’t help but laugh at the sight of him spread eagle in front of Mr. Johnson, still dripping cum onto his stomach.

  “Pick yourself off the floor and get the fuck out.” Mr. Johnson says while Brent is tugging and shaking his leg to break free. When he finally does, he stands in front of Mr. Johnson and tries to cover his erection with cupped hands.

  “Sir, I—I’m really sorry you had to—” Brent tries to say.

  “Shut up. I’ve heard enough.”

  “Kate is nineteen, sir. She is old enough to make her own choices.” I appreciate Brent trying to stick up for me, but I know his defiance won’t go over well with Mr. Johnson.

  But he doesn’t respond. He only scowls at Brent, pointing toward the door. I can see his anger in the tenseness of his bulging forearm and white knuckles. Brent makes a wise decision not to argue any further. He finds his clothes strewn on the carpet and collects them in a messy bundle.

  “I’ll call you later babe…” Brent says timidly just as he flees out the door, and Mr. Johnson closes the door behind him.

  His cold stare is directed at me this time. I swing my legs over the edge of the bed, keeping my head down and wiping black tears of mascara across my cheeks.

  “We need to talk…” He says.

  “About—about what?” I ask, sniffling.

  “Look, I know I’m not your parent.” I sob some more. “But you’re an adult now, and I think we need to have an important conversation about safe sex.”

  “But Mr. Johnson—” He raises one hand to silence me.

  “A girl of your age should know how to stay protected." What is he talking about? I have never seen him act like this.

  “I—I’m sorry, I…” I cross my arms to cover my breasts instead.

  “You don’t need to apologize,” he says. I am utterly stunned and speechless. Mr. Johnson is acting so strange right now. I sit back up on the bed let my arms fall and rest at the sides of my thighs.

  Last time my tits were exposed in front of Mr. Johnson he ordered me to cover myself up. Now, he doesn’t seem to mind.

  He steps toward me until I’m looking right up at him. He grips my chin between his thumb and forefinger, holding my head there, staring at me with disappointment in his eyes.

  “Mr Johnson I—I want you to fuck me.” My lips part a bit in disbelief. I can’t believe what just came out of my mouth.

  He wants to say something but can’t find the words. After a long, awkward silence, he finally says, “But—Kate...”

  He releases the firm grip on my chin and takes a slow step back. Finally, my mouth starts to move almost on its own. I know I shouldn’t say anything, but I just have to tell him,

  “I’m sorry you had to see us like this. The truth is—I’ve only ever wanted you...”

  “What?” He asks, scowling again.

  “I don’t give a shit about Brent. I just want you inside me. Now. ”

  He says nothing for the longest time. My hands are beginning to sweat. My heart is pounding in my chest. What the hell is he going to say next?

  “But—it wouldn’t be right for me to…”

  “Please, Mr. Johnson. I need to feel your cock inside me…” I smirk at him and raise one eyebrow. “I promise I’ll never tell…”

  I’m facing away from him now, lying down with my legs spread, awaiting whatever is coming next. I keep my focus on the floral wallpaper in front of me, studying it in detail for what feels like the first time.

  “It looks like you’re going to need a hard lesson is safe sex, Kate.” A wide, mischievous grin spreads across my face.

  Mr. Johnson places a hand flat on my bare round ass. It’s rough and calloused from years of construction work, and scratches the smoothness of my butt like sandpaper.

  He rubs around in circular motions a short while, then dips his fingers between the edge of my crack to grab a handful of cheek. He shakes it around violently, squeezing hard enough for it to hurt a little. His fingertips press deep into the soft, tender skin as blood rushes to the spot.

  Finally, he releases his death grip on my ass cheek and it jiggles free. I squint hard and clench my jaw, anticipating what’s going to follow.

  I yelp when his palm lands hard on the same cheek. The snapping sound of him spanking my ass echoes against the close walls of my bedroom. The stinging pain shoots down along the length of my leg and up my spine. Mr. Johnson isn’t going to be easy on me.

  I bite down hard on a bunch of crumpled sheets. The next smack comes the hardest. My body shudders and I squeal from the pain, sobbing into my hands. Again and again, he swipes my ass with firm determination. Each successive blow increases in intensity. My ass is raw, pink and tender.

  Then at last, he gives pause. H
is breaths are heavy. Spanking me is really getting him worked up. I jolt when a finger grazes the top of my crack, tracing its way down between my cheeks.

  “Spread your ass cheeks apart.” My arms reach behind as instructed. I use my hands to peel my ass crack open, wincing as my fingertips dig into the bruised areas to hold the cheeks in place. His index finger glides across my asshole and dips between my folds.

  “You’re wet! You are enjoying this, aren’t you?” And I have to admit, I am a little. Getting my ass reamed by Mr. Johnson is one of my darkest fantasies, after all. There is a tingling in my skin running from my ass cheeks and between my legs.

  All this spanking is turning me on.

  “Please, Mr. Johnson… spank me harder!” I can’t restrain my devilish grin as I say it. I lick around the corner of my upper lip and moan softly, begging for more punishment.