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Princess Ch. 01

By: soccermomcheryl



I am a 40 year old typical soccer mom who leads a pretty conventional life. My stories are based on my fantasies. Most deal with the humiliation of older women by younger women, in the style of my favorite authors such as Cowgirl, Couture, Phoenix Arrow and Jane Parks. This is my first story I hope you enjoy it. I'm working on further chapters, and I'd enjoy any constructive criticism. 

I'd like to thank my friend Kate for her help with this chapter.

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"God, I need a cigarette," I thought absentmindedly for the umpteenth time. It's been over 3 months since I quit 'cold turkey'. Sitting in traffic thinking of my snot nosed 20-something boss and what a jerk he is, looking for a convenience store, just one smoke will make me feel better.

Me I'm a 41 old married women with 2 teenage daughters. The 'perfect' wife and mother. I've been married for 19 years and still look pretty good, although if I'm honest I could lose 10 pounds...oh alright 20 pounds. But my husband doesn't seem to mind my large 38d boobs, or my shoulder length blonde hair. These days My life is comfortable, uneventful, maybe just a bit boring.

I work as an executive, at a start-up internet company where the average age employee is about 25. Sometimes I feel like the den mother of a cub scout troup. My boss is a 27 year old asshole who treats me like shit. I'd love to go in one day and smack that stupid smirk off his face, but I need the job, so what can I do. But enough about him, this story isn't about him

As the traffic inches along, I look around for a convenience store or anywhere I can get a pack of smokes. I see a bar called Lace. I remember hearing some of the guys at work mentioning it, so I know it's what they call a 'titty' bar. 

Thinking I just gotta get a cigarette, I pull my car into the parking lot. I mean it's just like I need a smoke, its not like I secretly fantasize about seeing young sexy girls dancing around in next to nothing...right?

I get out of the car, straighten out my clothes, and start walking into the bar, hoping no one sees me. Also thinking what a a bit ironic it would be seeing a middle age women, wearing my typical conservative work clothes of a knee length gray plaid skirt, cream colored button front blouse, sensible black flats, and pearls walking into a place like this. 

Just get the smokes and head home to the family I tell myself as I enter the bar. It's a Tuesday afternoon, and the place is dark, and nearly empty. I suddenly feel more nervous and out of place, but trying to look confident, I stride up to the bar.

The barmaid is a tall thin red head dressed in what I call a punk rock outfit. She's wearing low cut black jeans, a skin tight black tee shirt with some band on it, and black boots. From behind I see she's got a tattoo of some type of snake. She's dressed in that slutty way many of the young girls who attend high school with my daughters. I mean I'd really like to meet the moms who let their daughters leave the house in the morning dressed like such sluts....geez.

Although I don't see a single other customer, or even a dancer (no I'm NOT disappointed that there are no dancers gyrating on the stage.. really I'm not) in the bar, the barmaid doesn't even acknowledge my presence. 

Fighting the urge to turn and run, I clear my throat, and try to say confidently, (but it comes out of my mouth sounding the exact opposite), "Ex ...excuse me ma'am." She turns around with a bored and slightly disdainful expression and looks me up and down.

"You're a little early the dancers don't start until 4:00," she says. "I'm not here to see any slutty dancers," I say with my best expression of disdain, "I just wanted to get a pack of cigarettes, I'm not into any of the perversion that goes on in here."

"Whatever you say lady, what kind of cigarettes do you want?" I ask for a pack of Marlboro, and wonder to myself just who I'm trying to convince that this isn't my scene. I mean I'm not a prude or anything, at one time I was a pretty wild "party girl" but now I'm just a loving wife and mother ...right?

I hand her a ten dollar bill, she takes the money, says, "I'll be right back," and disappears into a back room. Just then the music starts, a dancer walks out onto the stage. She's wearing a red shear mini dress, through which I can make out a black lace bra and matching black lace thong. She's tall and she has short brown hair. I feel my cheeks flush and begin to feel uncomfortable.

I look around, thinking where the hell did that girl go for my cigarettes, thinking once again...what am I doing there. As I stand there watching this show, I feel a hand on my shoulder...surprised I almost jump out of my skin.

Turning I see a young dancer by my side. She laughed, "I'm sorry hon, I didn't mean to scare you. "

"Its, ok you just startled me". I looked at her, she was short, had shoulder length jet black hair, a tee shirt tied at the waist, a red plaid school girl type skirt, and thigh-high black boots with 4 inch heels. She looked like she couldn't possibly be 18. She'd be so young and innocent looking, if it weren't for something I couldn't quite put my finger on....some type of sexy evil glint in her eye.

Even with the heels she was a couple inches shorter than my 5'7" but somehow I felt intimidated by her. "My name is Princess," she said. Suddenly at a loss for words, feeling my face turning bright red, I open my mouth trying to speak and finally manage to stammer,"I'm Cheryl".

Just then I hear, "Here are your cigarettes," I turn and see the barmaid has finally returned with my cigarettes. 

Princess says, "Would you like to buy me a drink Cheryl"?

"I'm... I ah... I really need to go. I was just coming here for cigarettes," I say unconvincingly.

"Aww come on one drink won't hurt," she says as she rubs her hand gently on my back.

"Well ok, I guess a drink won't hurt", (what did I just say).

I ordered myself a glass of white wine, and Princess ordered champagne. We both took a seat at the bar, and watched the dancer who had by this time removed her dress, and was dancing in just the bra and panties.

"She's sexy isn't she," princess says.

"Yes, umm she's pretty...but umm princess, I have to tell you, I think you have the wrong idea about me...I'm not a lesbian or anything."

She just gives me a little smirk,"Yeah right, you know these girls work on tips don't you?"

"Well I guess, so," I replied, looking down and notice the drinks have arrived, although I didn't pay for it, I take a huge slug on the wine, trying to calm myself down.

"Why don't you tip her," says Princess. Not wanting to be rude (or so I tell myself), "OK".

I Take a $5 bill out of my wallet. The girl makes her way over to me, and I reach out to hand it to her. Instead of taking it with her hand...she moves her breasts to my hand and retrieves the dollar with that.

Looking down again, I notice my drink has been refilled, and I drink some more. 

Princess sitting close to me, now rubbing her hand on my leg, I look down and notice I can see her breasts wrapped in a sexy white lace bra under her shirt. 

Looking back up at her, I notice I've been caught staring, suddenly feeling totally embarrassed...I make another attempt to regain control. "Ummm, I really should get going, my husband is expecting me home to make dinner."

"Awww, you don't have to leave, can't you just pick up takeout on the way home?"

"W...Well I guess, maybe just one more drink." 

Several dancers continued to dance, and I performed the tip ritual several more times, as Princess 'accidently' continued to expose herself to me. I don't know if it was the drinks or what, but I was having trouble hiding my growing lust. (Cheryl what has gotten into you, I kept thinking).

Princess was sitting at the bar stool, with her legs apart, and me feeling a buzz staring at those sexy legs trying to get a glimpse of her panties. "Hey Cheryl...Cheryl," looking up realizing once again I was totally caught red handed so to speak. "If you'd like to get a better look, there's a private room we can use."

"Ummm, no that's ok, I really need to leave." "Are you sure?" she says as she spreads her legs and slides up on the bar stool, barely giving me a glimpse of her heavenly white lace panties.

"Well I ..I don't know," but my now hard nipples betrayed me, I just had to have a look at this heavenly creature. Without another word, Princess took me by the hand, and led me towards the back of the bar, where there was an elevator. 

As she closed the door and pressed a button for the second floor, she said, "Let me explain how this works. It's $500 per hour plus tips" "Umm sorry but I don't have that much with me." Princess giggled, "Well you do have a credit card don't you silly?"

We got off the elevator, and to a desk where a big burly guy sat. "One hour Joe," Princess said, then to me, "Give him your card."

As I rooted through my purse to get the card, she whispered, "Give him a good tip so he leaves us alone, at least 100 bucks"

After I finished the transaction mentally thinking that I'd need to hide this bill from my husband , Princess guided me into a small room and closed the door. The room had a couch, several chairs, and that was about it, other than a large window that overlooked the bar below.

She lead me to the couch and sat me down. For the umpteenth time, I felt a surge of panic, but I also felt a familiar wetness down below that was too much for me to resist.

As I sat on the couch, Princess started dancing in front of me, bending over, so I could see her cleavage, turning and bending in front of me so I'd catch of glimpse of those sexy white panties and shapely butt. 

I fought the urge to reach my hand up my skirt, and finger myself to an instant orgasm, but I could feel my juices flowing freely, and knew my panties were probably already sopping wet. I was truly going out of my mind.

She got real close to me, and started rubbing her breasts against my cheeks, I could feel her nipples through her tight t shirt, and at this point I was out of control, I tried to kiss her breast through the shirt.

Princess backed away, "No, no, no...bad girl...no touching. If you want me to dance keep your hands at your side and your mouth closed. Control yourself you slut. This is your last warning. Do it again and the dance is over, understand?"

Ignoring her insult and Feeling like a scolded little school girl, "Yes Princess, I Understand."

"Good mommy," she said to me, and rewarded me by removing her shirt, and resumed her dance this time rubbing her bra on my face. This treatment was driving me wild, I was squeezing my legs together, anticipating the pure bliss I'd feel when I finally would have the chance to see her naked body.

She told me, "Close your eyes," which I did. The next thing I felt she was rubbing her bare breasts against me face. I imagined what those cute sexy pert little breasts looked like up close, and almost came on the spot. She kept telling me to keep my eyes closed. God I was dying to see those sexy breasts.

I could feel her hard nipples rubbing on my face and across my closed lips. I couldn't take anymore and I opened my mouth just slightly as her nipple crossed my lips.

"Hey what did I tell you, you horny old slut...This dance is officially over." I opened my eyes and saw she had already put her shirt back on.

I was horrified, and totally overcome with lust, I could feel the juices running down my legs...I just had to see her naked. "No please...please I won't do it again...I'm so sorry."

"It's too late for you, you old cow," her harsh words stung. "We dancers work so hard for our money; we aren't whores for old perverted mommies you know. You don't know what it feels like to be pawed over like that."

Feeling terrible, and totally ashamed, "Please I'm so sorry, please keep dancing." She looked at me, and said, "I should really call the bouncer and have you thrown right out of here....but...."

"But what?" I looked at her hopefully.

"You need to understand what its like for us, if you're willing to do that I'll continue with the dance."

"Do what?" I asked.

"I want you to dance for me for a bit, so you can see what it's like, and if you do that we can forget this happened."

"You want me to dance?" I asked.

"Yes I do, that's the deal, dance for me and we continue otherwise we're done right now."

I was unable to resist, I lusted that much for her, I agreed.

"OK get up and start dancing." As I danced in front of her she sat barely paying attention smoking a cigarette. "Take off that conservative blouse that would never do for a dancer."

I knew I had little choice so I complied. I removed my blouse and tried to dance sexy for her. "Pull your tits out of your bra," she said. I was about to object, but I looked at her and realized I had little option, if I wanted to see her.

She continued to give me orders, telling me to shake them, jump up and down ect. I felt totally humiliated, but totally turned on at the same time.

"Let me see that fat ass, lose the skirt."

"B...b...But." "Just do it, or leave now."

I slide my skirt off. Standing there, I must have been quite a sight with my large boobs hanging over my bra, panties stockings and shoes. I looked down and was horrified at how obviously turned on I was. The front of my panties were soaked, and I was dripping down to my thighs.

She laughed, "I see mommy really gets turned on by watching young girls huh." I knew she was taunting me...but what could I do, she was just too sexy.

"OK...You had your punishment now its time for your reward. Come over here." I bent down to pick up my skirt, but she said, "No stay like that. I want you to remember the rules around here."

"So you want to see what's under my skirt?" she asked.

"Yes," I said.

"Well ask me nicely."

"P...Please may I," I asked.

"May you what?"

"May I see what you have under your dress?"

"Sure you can mommy, come over here." 

But as I walked closer to her, she put her boot clad foot straight out. "No closer, you know how much trouble you have controlling yourself."

"If you want to see my sexy panties, get down on your knees." I was beyond arguing I just dropped to my knees, and waited for her to spread her legs.

"Wait my feet are tired, do me a favor and remove my boots so I can rest my feet while you have your fun." I pulled her boots off.

She playfully pushed her feet into my face before resting them on my shoulders. "OK, you can look," she said as she parted her legs slightly.

Kneeling there, with her legs on my shoulders, I just stared up her dress. Princess for her part ,looked bored with the whole thing. She took out an emory board and began filing her nails.

I couldn't help myself, I started rubbing my pussy as I stared at her.

As I was looking she started moving her feet from my shoulders to my face, even pinching my nipples with her toes, but I didn't care I was in heaven and about to cum from rubbing myself.

"Hey stop touching yourself like that, what is the matter with you?" Once again I felt like a scolded child.

"I think your getting too worked up looking at me, turn around and face the other way, and get on all 4s."

I did what she asked, as she rested her feet my backside, I was on all 4s on the floor, she began teasing me with her foot...rubbing it up and down my ass and across my pussy, but each time I'd try and push against her she'd pull her foot away.

Somehow she managed to get my panties pulled down to my knees, and I was just sitting there like a bitch in heat.

Suddenly the door to the room opened, I turned and shocked saw the barmaid from before, "Umm you didn't, pay the bill before and I was just about to go home."

When suddenly she saw me in my naked, and in obvious heat, she cruelly said, "So who's the nasty pervert now?" I turned a million shades of bright red.

With a nudge from her foot Princess pushed me, I fell flat on my face. "Your purse is over there, get it and pay her," Princess said.

Sprawled out on the floor and totally embarrassed at my naked condition, I tried to struggle to my feet and use my arm to cover my naked breasts. 

"No need to get up...crawl over and get it." 

What I should have done is saved my last shred of dignity and cursed out these 2 young bitches, put my clothes back on and leave immediately. But instead I began to crawl towards my purse which was quite difficult with my panties trapped around my knees. 

The girls laughed, "She looks like a big cow with those huge udders swaying and that fat ass," the barmaid said. "You should have seen her Miss high and mighty when she got here looking down on me."

I finally thankfully got to my purse and opened it to extract my wallet. "Hey stupid get back here, you think I'm going to leave my bare feet on this dirty floor?" Princess said. "A pig like you might like wallowing in the mud...but I don't." I turned and tried to crawl back with the purse in my hand.

"A bitch doesn't use her hands to carry things...she uses her mouth," Princess said. Reluctantly I took the purse strap in my mouth and began my long humiliating crawl back. 

When I got back to Princess, she put her feet back on my ass. The barmaid took my purse. Princess said, "Just open it up and dump it out so she can pay you." The barmaid took the purse opened it up and I watched all my stuff tumble out onto the dirty floor.

"Pay her," Princess said as she began to work her foot into my pussy. As I went to grab my wallet, "No hands, do it like a doggie." As I bent down to the dirty floor and began to struggle to open my wallet clasp with my mouth I could see myself from the mirror of my compact witch had opened up and I felt sick to my stomach.

Princess managed to get all of her toes inserted into my wet slit. She was pushing hard against me which made the task even more difficult. Finally I managed to get the clasp open and my wallet opened up displaying a picture of my 2 teenaged girls. A wave of revulsion swept over me, which was compounded by the fact that my cunt began spasm and I could feel and intense orgasm threatening to overtake me.

I finally managed to get the money from my wallet into my mouth as I began to lift my head up to give the money to the barmaid it happened. I burst into the most earth shattering orgasm of my life collapsing down on to my wallet right onto the picture.

My shaking sweating body was sprawled on the floor and on the contents of my purse.. The barmaid took the money from my mouth saying, "What a filthy slut you are." She took the money and exited out of the door.

As I lay on the floor tears formed in my eyes considering the depraved act I just performed. Princess said, "Your hour is up, throw me your blouse so I can clean your nasty mess from my foot." I threw my blouse to her and began to gather up the rest of my stuff. She threw my blouse on the floor and began to wipe the juices from her foot onto the blouse.

When I finally finished dressing standing there with my ruined blouse, Princess came up to me and kissed me on the cheek, handing me her card. My hours are on the back come in again and you can have your treat as she quickly exited.

Princess Ch. 01



Princess - Ch. 01

Royal princess disappears, takes up a new life, finds love



Princess Ch. 01



My friend Carl came by at one point after lunch and peered into my small office, "Bad night? Man, you still look hung over. You and your buds must have really tied one on."

"Yeah, plus I didn't get much sleep to top it off. I think I might go home early and work over the weekend. I was even thinking of taking off a couple of days next week. Maybe I'll just start early days next week. I'll make up the time somehow."

"Well, you aren't getting much done here it appears." Carl waltzed away towards the coffee room.

About once an hour, I also used my iPhone to listen to the local news on my headphones. I heard increased news coverage about the missing princess including an immense amount of unfounded speculation about who had taken her captive, why, and how. Everyone seemed to expect ransom demands to materialize any second.

The speculations included kidnapping by some rampant fraternity as a prank, by ISIS, by the evangelical right, by the atheistic left, and lastly by a secret organization she was about to expose - the same organization really responsible for JFK's assassination and the 9-11 attacks. The possibility that she walked away on her own was not even considered. After all, she was a princess with unbounded riches and privilege at her disposal.

I left work at two o'clock, and headed home. I tried to think about what to do with Carrie; however, I couldn't even pose a question the right way to make the problems she'd created go away.

I went into my apartment, but no one seemed to be there. I walked through the entire twelve hundred square feet, looked under the beds, and no one was there. Then, I remembered her challenge about the oven. I went to the kitchen and opened the oven door. 

Carrie smiled up at me from inside the small insulated box. "See. The only reason you found me is that we talked about me hiding here this morning." She uncurled her lithe body from inside the confines of my stove, and stood. At least I had a clean oven.

"Point made," I conceded reluctantly.

"How was work?" Carrie came into my personal space, stood on tiptoe, and kissed my cheek.

"Work was fine ... and that was unexpected." I tried to think if I had ever been kissed by a princess before, and obviously I hadn't.

"I've been a snoop all day. You said to help myself to anything at all. I like what I've found out about you."

"Oh, God. What did you do? Do I have any secrets left?"

"Nope," she grinned. "I like the books you've read. I even found your journal and read it. You're a thoughtful man with a lot of love inside you. We think alike on so many issues; I often felt that I was reading something I might have written."

"Carrie, that's my diary. You weren't supposed to read that; it's private." I flopped down on my sofa and held my head in both hands. The same splitting headache had returned.

She smiled and danced away with a laugh, "Not any more. I learned a lot about you and how you think. I like you - a lot. You really are a nice man, and I can tell we're very compatible with one another. You'll like me a lot when you get to know me better." She moved near and sat beside me on the sofa and asked, "Tell me more about Marjorie?"

I snorted, "Old girlfriend. Ditched me about four weeks ago to move on to someone she thought would be more to her liking. She told me that she wanted me as a fu..." I abruptly stopped myself.

Carrie laughed, "What? A fuck buddy? I'm not totally naïve, you know. I can even swear up a good storm like any good footballer when I get angry. Anyway, Marjorie apparently still likes you to give you that status, and you obviously miss her."

"I'm not sure. I haven't heard from her since she left with all her stuff. She hurt me. If you read my journal, you know I'm trying to forget her."

"Well, she left a few odds and ends here at your condo; good for me: some cosmetics and girly stuff; not much though. I have a favor to ask; would you go to a store for me? I made a list."

Carrie magically produced a piece of paper with two columns of things on it. There had to have been at least fifty things on the list. Her handwriting was meticulous and on the small side, so she'd fit a lot onto the single page.

She said, "Now that you know who I am, you know I'm eventually good for the money. I walked away with nothing. I had credit cards, but I knew if I used them the authorities would know right away where I was. I didn't take my mobile for the same reason, and all my cash was from the U.K."

I glanced at the list as she talked. About half the items were cosmetics. There were also a few clothing items, such as underwear. She also wanted a small carry-on bag or backpack for the stuff.

I enquired, "Carrie, I'll get these things for you, but what do you plan to do?"

She shrugged slightly, "Could I stay here until things calm down, maybe a couple of days? I promise I'll be good as gold, and I'll even clean and cook - I do know how. I've seen it done."

I rubbed my temples with both hands. "You mean I'll have a royal princess hanging around my condo doing the cleaning and cooking? Now that's a twist on things. I'm the commoner; am I not supposed to be doting on you?"

"Yes. No. What I mean is ... that's the life I want to get away from. I want to be a normal girl. I don't want people bowing and getting all unsettled about meeting me. I want to date, hang out with friends, cook for someone, have to clean up my own stuff, go to a club occasionally, fall in love and have a normal family, and ... just be normal. I have a long list of things I want to do with my life, and none of it involves being a princess. I even want to go line dancing at a country and western bar; would you take me sometime soon?"

"Well, on that basis, yes, you can hang out here, but eventually you'll have to go out in public. You can't hide forever."

"But I'll change my appearance. I'll put my hair up under a hat and try to look like a small guy."

I allowed my gaze to drop to her bust line. I chortled, "You will never be able to look like a small guy."

"Well, you know what I mean. I'll just look different. Don't be so literal."

I ignored her comment; "I'll go to a couple of stores after we have dinner."

After dinner took a little longer. I'd no sooner made the offer than there was a knock on my door.

Carrie scrambled back to the kitchen, and worked her way into the oven as I sauntered to the door. I wondered what she'd done with the racks and heating elements. I did notice that she had a piece of dark cloth over the small window into the oven.

I answered the door, and four imposing men stood there; two were in Maryland State Trooper uniforms. One of the detectives said, "James Westerly?"

As my knees started knocking, I smiled and tried to act nonchalant, "That's me. What can I do for you?" I felt my legs going weak, and felt as though I had lights flashing all over my face announcing that Carrie was inside my condo.

"We traced your car after it exited the parking facility at the Washingtonian Hotel last night."

"Yes, I was in their dining room and bar for several hours with friends. I think I left between eleven-thirty and midnight."

"We saw you on the video there. We've already talked to some of your friends too," volunteered the other detective. He was not at all confrontational or obnoxious.

I asked, "Did something happen to one of them? Did I do something wrong?" I tried to sound concerned, and I even straightened my posture to be more alert to their response. I expected the two darts from a Taser to strike me in the chest momentarily, rendering me a writhing and slightly electrocuted mass of quivering flesh on my floor as I was put in handcuffs and leg-irons.

"No. They're all fine. We're looking for a person who was staying in the hotel but disappeared. You didn't happen to see anybody as you left the hotel did you?"

I shook my head and made as though I was remembering. "I left the bar, went to my car, and drove home. I think I got home about twelve-fifteen maybe. Slept. Got up and went to work, although I admit to a bit of a hangover this morning. At the hotel, I only saw the desk clerk as I walked to the garage elevator. I didn't see anyone else in the garage." I tried to sound genuine, but I was shaking. I also told only the truth.

"May we take a look around your condo?"

I moved away from the door. "Sure. Come on in. This is the living room, dining room, and kitchen, all in one. There is a bathroom there that also services my guest bedroom. The master is there with an ensuite bath - not much; it's 1,200 square feet." 

The officers fanned out. I stood at the end of the kitchen counter trying to see my condo through their eyes. What would they be looking for? Hiding places? Did Carrie leave any telltale signs? I made sure to not look at the oven.

One detective came out of the guest bedroom. "Anybody live here with you?"

"No. Just me. I had a live-in girlfriend up until a couple of weeks ago. I think she left some stuff. I haven't felt motivated to clear it out yet. If you want I can give you her name." 

He looked satisfied with that answer, and returned to the room. I heard a closet door slide open. I could hear the same in the master bedroom. One officer came from the guest bedroom, glanced behind the sofa and the living room drapes, and then moved to my front door.

I posed, "Is this about some princess who disappeared? I heard something on the news coming home."

"Yes, but since you didn't see anything, and obviously have no one squirreled away here, this is a dead end. Thank you for allowing us in. As you might expect, we're following every possible lead we can to try to find her."

"Well, I wish you well on your search. The newscast I heard thought she'd been kidnapped."

The lead detective noncommittally said, "That's one theory." He passed me a business card. "This is my card and phone. If you happen to recall anything that you saw at the hotel - anything at all - please call me. What may be inconsequential to you may be the lead that'll help us. Thank you."

At that point, the four men left my apartment. I noticed they fanned out in the hall, checking the doors to the other apartments and going out the stairwells instead of the elevators.

I closed my door and listened. I even looked through the little eyepiece in the door, but saw no further activity in the hallway.

I went and opened the oven door, "You're medium rare, just the way I like my princesses. Come on out; they're gone."

"You did that so well. Thank you for not ratting me out."

I shrugged. "I like having you around. You've certainly injected some very uncommon excitement into my otherwise mundane life. I may pay for it with a long prison term, but you're interesting and unusual."

Carrie said, "OK. Let's wait for them to leave the building, and then you can go shopping. Also, bring back something for dinner. I'd cook for you, but you don't have much here."

"I can call for pizza delivery."

"Really. That'd be soooo cool. I rarely get anything like that. I think my parents are concerned that someone would try to poison me. I'd love pizza ... with pepperoni, please."

I called my local pizza joint and ordered a large with pepperoni. Carrie looked as though this was her best day ever. She mouthed to me, 'Thank you,' and then blew me a kiss. 

She was so cute. About five-foot one or two, just over a hundred pounds, trim, with long brown hair that she'd obviously spent hours combing out so it had a luster to it. She had a smile that lit up the room, and appeared with noticeable dimples and little crinkles at the corners of her eyes. She was busty, but not in an outrageous way. I guessed she was in her mid to late twenties, maybe five years younger than I.

I could tell that she was a happy person, and I had started to sense her willingness for adventure so long as it was on her terms. She was smart too, yet sensitive to other people, at least to the extent that she discerned my sensitivity to life by reading my journal.

My dining room table was covered with an accumulation of stuff I'd dropped there over the past month since Marjorie had moved out. Instead of clearing it off, I set up two place settings at the kitchen counter where I had at breakfast. Carrie watched me carefully.

Carrie went over near the window and peeked out from behind the curtain. A minute later she announced, "The police are leaving. Two cars. No one in manacles."

I admonished, "That doesn't mean that you can go out. I bet everybody else in this complex has seen your picture on TV and would love to claim a reward for giving you up."

"You don't?" She sounded surprised at my lack of excitement about any reward.

I shook my head. "Not my style. Sure I could use the money, but it's not worth giving up a friend to a life they don't want." I turned to the counter to open a bottle of wine.

Carrie came to me and gave me a tight hug from behind me. Her voice cracked, "Thank you ... for considering me your friend. That's high praise I know, especially given how I suddenly appeared in your life. I also know that I'm about as welcome as the plague in your life."

I teased, "No, I'm getting used to having the plague. You are sure you don't want that princess life style, right? Money, prestige, power, publicity, adoration?"

"Yes, I'm sure. I've thought about this for at least ten years. I've been looking for an opportunity where I could slip away for almost as long. I almost did it once or twice, but I'd get seen and had to call it off. I decided escaping in America would be better; I'm less well-known here, the language is common, and I could blend into the landscape better."

"We'll see. You talk funny; everyone will know you're not from here."

Carrie shrugged.

The pizza arrived a half hour later, and we ate and drank some of my cheap white wine. I even set a lit candle on the counter to at least give us some ambiance besides the overhead fluorescent light in the kitchen. Our conversation wandered all over the map, and was as much about me as it was about her.

After dinner, I left Carrie to clean up, and I went out to the local drug store, and then the grocery store. I got back home about nine o'clock. The place was neat as a pin. I wondered what had happened to all my stuff on the dining room table and the cluttered coffee table.

Carrie welcomed me with a kiss, again to my surprise. "I think every handsome man should be welcomed home with a kiss ... and I do like kissing you."

"That's unique and most welcome," I assured her. Carrie was making this situation interesting. I liked the currency of kisses when she thanked me.

I unpacked some of what I'd bought. I had most of the things on her list and a few other things I'd thought of. 

I said, "Princess Caroline, in making your transition to civilian life as Carrie, you need to change your appearance. I have several things to help in that regard."

Carrie looked fascinated as I sat there with one of the bags I held.

"First, you need to change your hair color. I chose red. It goes with your complexion and your few freckles, and I think you'll look hot as a red head." I set a box of red hair dye on the coffee table.

"Second, you need to restyle your hair. I got you a curling iron and curlers as well. After you color it, you can give yourself a permanent. Is that the order?" I set several more things on the table.

"Next, you need some clothing that will make you blend in. Around these parts, nobody will blink an eye if you're wearing a Redskins' t-shirt or sweatshirt." From another bag, I produced both, along with a pair of sweat pants.

Carrie enthusiastically asked, "Would you take me to a game?"

"Too risky to be in any sports setting right now. The TV cameras scan the crowd, plus the police may be using facial recognition technology. There's still the concern about terrorists doing something at one of the games."

I reached into another bag, "You may also feel the need to further change your hair, so I got you this." I laid out a cheap wig with blond hair on it. Some of the locks were colored red, white, and blue, since it was part of a July 4th sale.

"I also got you some special pens. If you let me, I'll give you what might pass as a tattoo - maybe on your neck and arms where they'll show. Lots of girls have them now, and since you don't they'll help you blend in. They wear off after a week or two."

"Can I pick what I want?" Carrie asked with great sincerity.

"Of course."

I said with a touch of humor, "The rest of the bags are what you wanted. I confess to never having bought tampons before, but I know they're a necessity for you."

Carrie thanked me, and then came and gave me a kiss again. "You're so thoughtful and so thorough. I wouldn't have thought of many of these things. I'll do all the hair and restyling tomorrow."





Princess Ch. 01



Second, Carrie held a pair of scissors in her hand. She had cut off her long hair. Instead of the long flow of hair to below her shoulder blades, she now had hair more the length of a pageboy, the hair barely reaching her shoulders. 

I reached into the nearby wastebasket and took out a large lock of hair. "I want to keep this to always remember you. I don't ever want to forget these days with you."

Carrie came up to me, and kissed me. This time the kiss absolutely sizzled with electricity and heat, partly because she was nearly naked. I set the lock of hair on the counter and held her bare sides, enjoying the feel of her nakedness.

Carrie said, "You are such a romantic man, and I love it. Don't ever stop." After we stood there for a moment, she swung round and said, "Now, let me get on with this. Come back in an hour. Oh, yes, I need a hair dryer."

I produced the dryer from under my sink, and then reluctantly left her. I put my souvenir lock of hair in a Ziploc bag, and then went shopping to pick up a few more things on her list. The memory of her nearly naked body haunted me the entire time I was gone.

I got back home about noon. As I opened the door with my packages, I found a redhead with a pageboy haircut sitting on my sofa. At least, she was dressed. Carrie hopped up and came and kissed me again. 

"I brought you some presents. It's Christmas in June, ho, ho, ho." I used my jolly voice.

"What'd you get?" she eagerly asked.

"Two dresses, some shorts, a top, undies, a pair of sneakers, large sunglasses, your own baseball cap, and a lightweight jacket to name a few things I got."

That list earned me further kisses - one serious kiss for each item, and then we went through the list again. We were kissing a lot, a point that was not lost on either of us. I think she liked kissing me as much as I liked kissing her. We did have chemistry.

I said, "I also got you something else that we're going to use once and then throw away."

"What?"

"It's called a burner phone. You buy the phone, use the minutes on it, and then toss it."

"Why do I need that?"

"You need to call someone and tell them that you're OK. Your parents? Your security people? You decide, but you have a lot of people worried about you. You could even call a newspaper or TV station, but people have to know that you're unhurt and not imprisoned somewhere against your will."

"You want me to call now?"

"NO!" I implored as I snatched the phone out of her hands. "They'll be able to trace the phone right to this building complex and know right away where you are. We'll take a drive later, far away. You call. We ditch the phone, and then come home."

Carrie nodded.

She said, "I also experimented with changing my looks more than just the hair. Wait a minute and I'll show you." 

Carried disappeared and came back two minutes later. Her face was puffed out slightly, and when she smiled the dimples were gone.

"What'd you do?"

"I have a wadge of tissues in each cheek. They taste horrible, I might add, but they do change my look. I could stand this for an hour or so. Of course, I can't eat or drink anything while they're in there."

"Good. Hold onto that idea. When we go out later, that's what we'll do."

Carrie smiled, "I want to try on one of the dresses. How'd you know my size?"

"I looked at the labels in your jeans, shoes, and blouse."

The dresses fitted well, and Carrie looked cute, sexy, and sassy in them. She wore the second one she tried on around the rest of the day.

I became aware that she was braless in one of her thank-you hugs. She saw my look of shock and explained, "I had to wash it. I'll get another one of these days. Besides, don't you like me to jiggle a little?" She did a little shimmy. The friction of the dress on her breasts made her nipples harden and stand out.

"I do." I ran my hands up her sides, allowing my thumbs each to follow the rise of her breasts right to her nipples. Carrie closed her eyes at the erotic sensations I induced. I quickly kissed her lips and then retreated. She looked disappointed.

I did a tattoo pattern of a rose on the right side of her neck, and drew some barbed wire around her biceps on each arm. Carrie now looked like a tough redhead - small, but a box of dynamite. She also put on the new baseball cap, this time adjusted for her head size. With the sunglasses on, I would challenge anyone to identify her as anybody other than the Unibomber.

We took a drive around the beltway in mid-afternoon. I expected to be pulled over any second, but saw no police presence at all. I headed for Fairfax, Virginia, staying on secondary streets the last few miles to avoid traffic cameras. I stopped near the rear entrance to a Safeway supermarket, and Carrie called the Washington police.

She was on the phone less than two minutes. I told her that was the limit, and then she had to end the call and toss the phone. She did that.

As we drove away down the alley, Carrie said, "They didn't believe me. I even gave them the secret word to let them know I was OK but the dummy didn't understand. I guess other people have called pretending to be me. Anyway, you heard; I told them I was safe, away on my own volition, and that I didn't want people searching for me."

I suggested, "If they're smart, they'll find the phone and your fingerprints on it. That'll help them know the call was legit, although they'll figure that you were being instructed what to say by your kidnappers."

We headed home, with each of us asking the other about their views on various key elements of their life: how they'd grown up, what motivated them, friends, lovers, personality traits we liked and didn't, and increasingly more about what we thought was important about relationships.

Carrie said, "You already demonstrated with me many aspects of what you think are important in a relationship. I know you're on my side, that you'll defend and protect me, that you think of me before you think of yourself, and that you worry about me in a nice way. I know that I warm you up deep inside - and I hope you know that you do the same to me."

Carrie reached over and put her left hand at the back of my neck. The move was arousing to say the least. She left her hand there in an affectionate manner, often stroking the side of my neck or the back of my head as we drove home.

I replied, "I was kind of hoping you felt the chemistry between us. It's hard though, because I have the feeling if I invest too much of myself in this that it'll all end in a big crash. You'll go back across the Atlantic, and back to your way of life, and I'll never see you again."

"Do you believe in promises?"

"I guess I do."

"Well, I promise that our relationship won't happen the way you just described. I'm better than that ... and I ... well, I already know I'll never forget you." She paused and added in a poignant tone, "I know for certain that I don't want to be away from you either."

"Carrie, how do you know?"

"Because I love you."

I looked over at Carrie, and she was looking at me with the sweetest; most loving expression I'd ever had from a girl. I immediately pulled over to the side of the street and put the car in Park. I turned and took Carrie in my arms and kissed her. This time her tongue found its way into my mouth, and I reciprocated. We were panting when we stopped making out, and I started driving again.

I spoke as I started to drive, "Just so you know, I love you too. I think we're at the start of something beautiful that could last a long time if we let it - a real long time. Just know that this is the start. Our feelings are sort of like puppy love now, but they'll deepen and grow with each day."

Carrie leaned across the console, and as awkward as it was in my car, put her head on my shoulder the rest of the way home.

Back at my condo, we used the main entrance and elevators, although Carrie wore the sunglasses and baseball hat, and kept her head down. It was late afternoon. I got us both a glass of wine, and we sat close on the sofa with my arm around her. We continued to learn about each other, even sharing our political views, and talking about spirituality and religion. We were amazingly aligned.

We cooked some salmon I'd bought, and Carrie made a salad. We both cleaned up after dinner, and then curled up together on the sofa ostensibly to watch a movie, but in reality to make out.

After an hour of nearly constant kissing, Carrie asked, "This morning when I was doing my hair, and I was standing there almost nude, why didn't you grope me or attack me."

I snorted. "I thought of that as an option. I was raised to respect women, and never do anything to them that they don't invite. I did want to hold you, and do all sorts of things to you. I thought of nothing but what you looked like for a couple of hours afterwards. You are gorgeous. Thank you for that memory. I wish I'd taken a picture."

"Well, I want you to take my top off and play with my breasts. I am inviting you. More than that, I want you to, and if you don't I'll scream. I may even let you take a photo sometime."

I slid my arm that was around her down her arm, and then across her chest to the buttons in the upper portion of the dress. The six buttons were undone in less than twenty seconds. I reached in and cupped Carrie's right breast. She moaned, and threw herself into our next kiss, plunging her tongue down my throat.

She whispered, "Oh, this is so special. I love that you like me ... that you even lust after me. I am lusting after you."

"Shouldn't we go on some dates first? You know, get to know each other?"

She smiled, "I know all I need to know. I picked well. The forces of Nature brought us together for now and ever more."

As we talked, Carrie started to undo the buttons on my shirt. She said, "I want some skin-on-skin contact - chest to chest. I want to rub my breasts all over you." She gave a little shimmy again, this time with my hand groping her breasts. They felt so pliant, a perfect fit into my hand, with the nipple poking into the pads on my palm. She added, "I want you to suck on them ... to make love to them in your own way."

I peeled the top of her dress off her body about the time she had me lose my shirt. In short order, she had straddled my lap and we had that chest-to-chest contact she craved. Her nipples, partly due to my efforts, had achieved hardness second only to steel, and they tried to etch their way into my body through the contact.

We made out more, and I suckled on both her breasts, driving her mad with lust and passion. We were both breathing heavy. I admit to constantly checking in with her to be sure I wasn't violating some boundary of hers. I didn't want to get accused of accosting a princess; that'd get me another thirty years in the slammer if that ever got out.

Carrie was sitting in my lap and asked, "Aren't you horny? Don't you want to make love to me?"

"I'm dying to, but I don't want to do anything that would upset you. I really am afraid of crossing some boundary that you have as a princess - sorry to mention that point again."

"Come on, you tease. Feel me all over ... please. If you get to any boundary I'll let you know, but right now I've gotten rid of all that luggage. I'm the most available female you've ever known." She hitched herself into a standing position, and pushed her dress down her hips and legs. She tossed it onto the coffee table, and then sat back in my lap, now in only her bikini knickers. 

Carrie squirmed around in my lap, and I already had the start on a significant hard-on I knew she could feel. Finally, she took my left hand and brought it to her pussy. She looked at me with great intent in her eyes. "I want you to make love to me tonight, and I want to make love to you."

"Really?"

"Oh, God. Do I need to spell it out for you. Yes, please fuck me ... but I like kissing you a lot too, so throw in a lot of that stuff too. I like romance ... and I love you."

I stroked the outside of her knickers as we kissed, and then I slid a finger under the gusset of her panties and felt the heat and slickness of her slit. She wanted this as much as I did. I fingered her hot hole, feeling the near boiling nectar she sent to be ready. As I stroked her slit, I swear a quart of sticky female juice flooded the area and my hand.

I stood and peeled off my pants, even casting away my briefs so I stood nude before her. She looked at me in awe, but I was not a muscle bound man by any stretch of the imagination. 

As I went to sit, Carrie reached out and took hold of my inflated cock. She whispered, "This is a dream come true. I like holding you. You feel so good in my hands. I want to keep doing this with you. You're huge and a stud. I know I'm going to enjoy this a lot."

She lowered her head and took the head of my cock in her mouth. I could feel her tongue doing a little dance over the glans, and any doubt I had about my hardness had been cast aside as I could have punched holes in cast iron with my cock it was so hard. 

As Carrie sucked on me and tongued up and down my shaft, she used her other hand to fondle and hold my ball sack. No one had ever done that to me before, and I found it exceptionally stimulating. I'd worried about getting hard before, and now I worried about blasting a premature load all over my princess.

I tugged at Carrie's bikini panties, and they disappeared immediately. She smiled up at me and spread her legs showing me her treasure. She even used one hand to tease apart her moist pussy lips, revealing herself totally to me.

Carrie asked in a serious tone, "How do you like to make love? What position would make you happiest?"

"Whatever brings you the most pleasure? If I have a favorite it's what enables us to kiss and make out as we fuck."

Carrie lay back on the sofa in front of me and again spread her legs, holding them up to give me total access to her body. I could see the dark opening of her vagina. I dipped two fingers into her, rubbed my cock up and down her slit a few times, tapping on her clit with the end a few times, and then slowly and carefully slid my cock into that tunnel of love, taking a few strokes to bottom out completely in her.

"Oh, God," she sighed. "This is so good. You are my dream lover."

I thought to ask, "Birth control?"

"No issue," Carrie panted. 

We made love. I made love to her carefully, as though I was loving a porcelain doll. I'd never been a 'wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am' guy anyway, but this was making love, not fucking, and a princess was involved - a princess I was falling for in a big way. We kissed and kissed, our tongues going everywhere on each other that we could reach. Our moans, sighs, and gasps of pleasure could be heard downtown; I was sure. We changed positions several times.

"Carrie, I'm about to cum." She was riding me hard in the cowgirl position, bouncing up and down on my cock as I lay back on the sofa. I was stimulated not only by the physical feeling of our union, but also by the sight of her nubile body and the knowledge that we had a magic between us. Each time she dropped onto my body, my cock drove deep inside her to maximum depth. She seemed so eager for the coupling and the deep penetration.

"Inside me ... please, that's where I want you to climax. I want you to merge with me in every way possible. I want your sperm."

We did merge. Carrie peaked as I did, and I jettisoned a gallon of prime and patented James Moffet Westerly semen deep inside my new beautiful girlfriend. As I did, she fell onto my chest. "Oh, God, Jim, I love you so. This far exceeded my expectations. We are so going to do this a lot from now on - for years and years, many time each day." Carrie had tears of joy in her eyes as she talked; I felt genuine joy and sincerity from her.

There remained an edgy little question about how she said a few things that I resolved to come back to shortly. I had an uncertainty that she had to resolve, but right then I didn't want to break the mood between us.

I didn't get a chance right then. Why? I didn't deflate. I remained a ten on my ten-point hardness scale. After a couple of minutes, I just slowly started to pump my cock into Carrie's sweet hot body again, this time from the back as I spooned against her and palmed her breasts and leaned around her upper body to kiss her and whisper my affection for her. She eagerly accepted me into her over and over, and moaned each time we enjoyed fulfillment.

I reached down with my hand and stroked her clit as I pistoned into her vagina. The effect was a bit like tossing a match into a pool of gasoline. Carrie erupted into a conflagration of passion, lust, and romance an order of magnitude beyond anything I'd ever known.

Carrie had two or three orgasms back to back in about as many minutes, or maybe it was just one long orgasm. Her whole body kept spasming and twitching in sync with her moans and gasps of pleasure.

When she could finally talk, Carrie gasped out, "Oh, God, you are a sexual superman. I did pick well. I was guided to your car. Somehow the gods knew I needed you and that you needed me, and they brought us together, and then they've helped us merge our bodies together with all this pleasure. Oh, God, I love to fuck with you."

When she was still enough for me to touch her again, I reached down and stroked Carrie's clit as I slowly oscillated my cock in and out of her tightness. She came almost immediately. Her labia were swollen with lust and gripped my cock on every stroke so I didn't go too far from her pussy.

"Jim, you've given me half a dozen orgasms. I didn't know I could cum like this. I thought I could only have one a night." Carrie was gasping for breath. I hate to say this, but ... well, could you let me rest for a minute. I think I'm about to have a heart attack."

I chuckled, "That'll be me in a few years, if I'm lucky - sex once a week and a high likelihood of a heart attack."

She smiled, "But I think it's a 'use it or lose it' kind of thing. If we make love four or five times a day every day, then your body will get used to that and gear up for that to be its normal level of activity. You'll be making love to me that often, even when we're in our eighties. We won't ever slack off. It's good cardiovascular exercise and will keep you alive and loving me for years and years."

"What a nice thought." I leaned over and bit Carrie's shoulder affectionately.

Carrie disconnected and rolled onto her back, "I want you to fuck me like this again. I've rested long enough. Put that big cock of yours back inside my warm little love nest, and give me more of your jism."

I plunged into her body, going faster now because of how her words excited me. We'd have to talk about dirty talk the next day. I wondered how she knew the words that she did.

I came again deep inside my princess - The Princess! Carrie climaxed too, almost losing consciousness in the act she was enjoying such great pleasure.

After we lay there unmoving for many minutes, I picked Carrie's small body up and carried her to my bed. I cuddled her for a long time, and soon we drifted off to sleep.

To be continued



Princess Ch. 02



I am a 40 year old typical soccer mom who leads a pretty conventional life. My stories are based on my fantasies. Most deal with the humiliation of older women by younger women, in the style of my favorite authors such as Cowgirl, Couture, Phoenix Arrow and Jane Parks. This is my first story (part 2), I hope you enjoy it. I'm working on further chapters, and I'd enjoy any constructive criticism. 

(This a continuation of the Princess story, where a 40 year old woman gets used and humiliated by a young stripper. I advice you to read the Chapter 1 first).

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Sitting at my desk going over the budget figures my mind began to once again wonder to the events of the past week. My mind was filled with shame as well as revolution. How did I, a respected middle aged woman let those vile things happen to me?

I thought of my shameful drive home, my expensive blouse ruined ...covered in my own cum. Spending god knows how much money. How I stopped quickly, picked up some pizza and arrived home. I couldn't bare to face my husband, and my 2 teen daughters Megan and Sue, I thought they'd take one quick look at me, and they'd know what a depraved slut I was.

Instead I plopped a pizza on the counter, announced I was feeling ill, took a long bath and went right to bed. 

But as the days passed, I couldn't get the events of that Tuesday out of my mind. Someone must have drugged me. I would never have acted like that on my own accord. Another thought nagged me as well, but I tried to keep it out of my mind. Even though I spent over $1,000 I never actually got to see Princess's sexy young body.

As I had done countless times before I took Princess's card out of my wallet and stared at it. It had her schedule on it, which by this time I knew by heart. I'm not going back there EVER again I thought. I should just throw this card away.

"Princess the exotic dancer, private parties available, call for details," the card stated. No, I don't want a private party (at least that's what I told myself), but she took advantage of me...drugged me, how else would I have acted like that. I should call her and give her a piece of my mind.

I dialed the number as I had several times in the past week, only to hang up before the phone was answered. The phone began to ring. This time there was an answer, "Hello," I heard her sweet angelic voice.

I couldn't talk, I couldn't say a thing, and my tongue was tied. Once again I heard "Hello, who is this."

Finally I screwed up the courage, "This is Cheryl."

"Cheryl who?" I heard her say. "You know who, I was in your club last week, for cigarettes." "Sorry, I don't remember, I talk to a lot of people at the club," Princess stated.

"Do you drug them and take and take advantage of them," I answered. "You must have slipped something in my drink, and then you made me pay for a private dance."

"Listen I didn't drug anybody, but yes now I do remember you, you are that horny old mommy who was absolutely drooling over my young sexy body," she retorted.

"Listen you bitch, you took advantage of me; I should call the police on you."

"You seemed to have quite a bit of fun then, but now you're acting like a rude child. Don't call me again, you did what you did of your own free will, no one drugged you or forced you to do anything. You were just such a slut willing to do anything for the treat of seeing my sexy body."

"Now leave me alone and don't call again Cheryl Masters, or I'll call the police. How would you like the police to come to your house and arrest you in front of your family for harassing a barely 18 year old girl," and just like that she hung up the phone.

A chill ran up and down my spine, my head felt dizzy, and I almost vomited. How did she know my real name? Could she, would she really call the police on me? I'd be disgraced; I'd never be able to face my husband or daughters again. What was I going to do? Oh god I had to do something.

I redialed her number, but this time her answering machine picked up, "This is Princess the entertainer...I'm featured at Lace gentleman's club. If you'd like to arrange a private party please leave a message."

"Princess please pick up the phone," I gulped almost gasping for breath. "Please, I'm sorry for my bad attitude," but there was no answer. I called 3 more times that day but each time there was no answer.

I couldn't get her out of my mind, part of me was scared as hell she'd send the police to my house, and another part of me, was just desperate to hear her voice again.

The next morning at work, it took all my self control not to dial her number. The morning wore on and on, but I was getting nothing done. As my boss left the office, he told me he would be out the rest of the day. I could no longer control myself. I dialed her number, and once again got the recorded message. "Princess, please pick up." I could tell my voice sounded like a whining school girl but I couldn't help myself.

Just as I was about to hang up I heard, "Didn't I tell you to lose this number Cheryl?" in an irritated voice.

"Please don't hang up," I said in a desperate tone.

"Well what is it...I don't have all day...what do you want?" Princess said impatiently.

"I...I just wanted to talk...I ...I'm sorry for being so rude yesterday." 

"That's fine Cheryl but I don't have all day, if you want something let me know, otherwise I have a busy day, I don't have time for idle chitchat with some old slut."

Ignoring her insult, I blurted out, "I want to see you."

"Well sorry that's impossible, I'm taking some time off from work, and besides, you seem so unappreciative of me, so goodbye."

"Wait pleeeeaaaaaaaase," I couldn't believe the words were spilling out of my mouth.

"I see my slut can't get enough of me is that what it is?" "Yes," I admitted.

"I'm laying here in my bed just wearing a tiny pair of pink thong panties. Are you imagining what it would be like to be laying between my legs licking my pussy?" Princess asked.

The mental image of this sexy girl with jet black hair, slim sexy body, and cute pert breasts overcame me as I groaned, "Yes".

"Aww are mommy-wommies slut nipples getting all hard and pointy just from hearing my little girl voice, and imagining my sexy body," she teased.

"Yes," I groaned almost moaning.

"And is slutty mommy's big fat cunt getting all wet and juicy for me?"

Shamefully I admitted, "Yes."

"Say it," she said.

Quickly looking around the office to make sure no one was within ear shot, I whispered into the phone, "My slut nipples are getting all hard and pointy, and my slut cunt is getting so wet," turning bright red with the embarrassing truth.

"Awww slut mommy is a horny mommy. Open your shirt, and take those udders out."

"B...But I can't ...I'm at work someone might come in my office."

"Ok then bye mommy I have to go."

"Wait!! Please don't go," I pleaded.

"Well...?" she said.

"Ok...Ok I'm doing it," I capitulated. I unbuttoned my blouse and pulled my breasts out of my bra.

"How do I know you did it, how do I know you aren't lying?" Princess said.

"Well prove it to me, take those fat tits and slam them on your desk. Hold the phone near them so I can hear it, and don't stop until I say so."

I held the phone out and began to beat my breasts on the desk urgently. I was moaning and slamming my breasts on the desk until everything on the desk was shaking.

Finally, Princess said, "OK slut stop banging." Relieved I stopped the assault on my now sore boobs. "Pull on your nipples hard till those udders are sticking straight out."

"Pinch them as hard as you can." I pinched I could feel the tears forming in my eyes as I let out a sob.

"What's wrong mommy?" she said.

"Please ...your being so mean why must I do this?" I pleaded.

"Your right mommy, I'm being too mean to you. I guess I better leave you alone," Princess chided.

"No please don't hang up," my voice groaned in desperation.

"Well then stop acting like such a damn baby, you know you love it." And I knew she was right.

"Now slide your panties down to your ankles, and hike that skirt up around your waist," Princess ordered. I did as I was told.

"I bet your nasty cunt is dripping wet," she said.

"Yes," I admitted.

"Say it," Princess ordered.

"My nasty cunt is dripping wet," I replied

"Good" was her smug reply, "You're such a slut, I want you to cover yourself in your slut perfume so everyone can smell what a slut you are. Start with your face, cover that slut face completely."

Not daring to argue, I inserted 2 fingers in my very wet cunt and began to completely cover my face with my vile juices. "Don't forget the hair," she reminded. I smeared loads of it into my hair. Princess had me smear it all over my body, until I was covered all over. I'm sure I smelled of pure sex.

"Good girl," Princess said as I competed my task. "Now tell me what toys do you have there?"

"Toys... I don't have any toys, this is my work office," I replied

"Well then tell me everything on you desk, don't leave a single thing out," she said.

Umm...well there's the phone, my computer monitor, some pens, pencils, marker, highlighters, a couple of books, a picture, a stapler, some tape.

"Tell me about the picture," was her reply.

Horrified I stammered, "It's...It's my daughters cheerleading picture."

"Oh my, what would your cute girls say if they new mommy was such a slut. Take the picture and put it right in front of you." 

"Please no," I whimpered.

"I'm hanging up now," was her only reply. 

"No wait, I'm doing it," I quickly put the picture in front of me.

"But first," she said cruelly, "I think you need to be taught a lesson about listening the first time. Put the photo on your chair." This time I did as told.

"Now paint it with that fat ugly cunt, sit on it and slide that thing on it till it's completely covered." Horrified I looked down at the faces of my daughters as I sat on the picture.

"Keep humping that picture bitch while looking down at those sweet innocent faces."

In spite of myself, I began moaning.

After the picture was completely juices, she told me to lay it on the desk in front of me, which I did. "Hurry now and shove a highlighter up that fat ass and sit back down."

I took a highlighter and pushed it up to my butt-hole, and began working it in. I then sat down slowly forcing it all the way up. "God you're a pig," Princess said.

"Now I want you to take a black marker and write the word slut on one of those big fat tits. Be sure to look at that picture and imagine your cute little girls are watching their slut mommy."

After I completed this degrading task she ordered, "Now write pig on the other one."

"No one would believe me if I told them about you. Thankfully, I've recorded this whole conversation, if you continue to bother me, I'll make sure your husband and lovely daughters get a copy of it." And just like that she hung up the phone.

Sitting there, I was once again filled with shame and revulsion over how badly I degraded myself. I sat there with tears flowing freely down my cheeks. 

I looked down and saw my girls' picture, and performed one final act of depravity. I began rubbing my clit hard and fast, while staring at the photo, I exploded into another intense orgasm.

End of Chapter 2.



Princess Ch. 02



by BrettJ (c) 2015

As her sporty little MG sped along its destination to the Ritz, Candy struggled with the pangs of guilt over her imminent – and ongoing – betrayal.

Her lovely Princess had a huge piece of her heart. She adored Clint, her boyfriend; he was everything she had ever wanted in a man. 

Almost.

Yes, he was strong and athletic and funny and good to her. Yes, his coach said that he was going places, maybe even the NFL. He was smart, although nowhere near Candy's 145 IQ – something only a select few knew about. On paper, he seemed to be the perfect man.

It was in the real world that Clint's perfect image fell apart. He was so many things, tall and handsome and sun-bronzed and well hung. He dressed like a young man ought to dress; he said the right things and did the right things.

Almost.

In bed, he was sorely lacking. The petite blonde Candy had realized from the get-go that sex mattered to her. It mattered a great deal. Princess had been totally forthcoming in her opinion - she was a nympho. Okay, fine – she could deal with that. She and Clint weren't exclusive. Clint thought otherwise and told her so. Candy had her own solution. She had known since the 6th Grade that she was attracted to other girls. She proposed to Clint that she would only sleep with other girls. That proposal went over like a lead balloon. Clint couldn't understand why he wasn't enough for her. Candy couldn't bring herself to tell him 2 simple truths – that no one person would likely ever be enough – and that he was lousy in bed.

While she struggled with her relationship, Lucifer himself must have sent the temptation her way. How else could anyone explain its being so impossible to resist?

The temptation's name was Aubrey and she was a delicious and tantalizing morsel that made Candy weak in the knees. Aubrey had been the first girl Candy was attracted to, way back in Grade Six. Even then, there had been an aura of sexy surrounding the pre-teen girl. Aubrey's family had money and Aubrey could dress as she chose. Furthermore, Aubrey knew she was pretty and so, to get the boys to do whatever she wanted them to do, she did not dress like a 12-turning-13 year old girl. She copied the style of the older girls, the ones in high school. By the start of the 7th Grade, Aubrey was starting to have the body to go with her look. Not all of the boys noticed, but many did. Candy was one of Aubrey's admirers.

Fortunately for Candy, Aubrey had decided to make friends with all the popular girls, which included Candy among their number. The two girls bonded, partially because of Candy's tanned, blonde, petite good looks and nature. It didn't hurt their friendship any that Candy hid her IQ from almost everyone except for a select few. Aubrey was included in the few. Aubrey was many things but a serious and good student was not among them. Candy often helped Aubrey with her homework or did it outright. What did it matter when she could be around sexy Aubrey and her family and enjoy life?

Candy had two friends that she loved with all of her heart and it was always tasking when choosing one over the other. Candy always weighed her options. She knew that her friends would never make her chose, both adored her. They were also equally leery of each other. Candy always thought that it was a shame because they were both gorgeous. Princess wasn't the jealous type, yet she didn't like being around Aubrey. Aubrey was self-assured and confident, yet something about Princess set Aubrey off.

In their high school years, you never saw Candy without Aubrey or her beloved Princess. She always enjoyed being one half of a whole. Aubrey's popularity rubbed off. For example, it had been Aubrey who dated Clint first. Candy only ended up with him when – it – happened.

It was almost the end of their senior year when a tearful Aubrey ran over to Candy. The tears were falling in large drops and she was almost incoherent from sobbing. Candy tried to console her friend and find out what had put her in just such a daze.

"We're moving!" Aubrey wailed. "My daddy is moving his business because labor costs are going up here! Candy, I don't want to move, I love it here – I'm popular and I have my friends, I have you, a life I don't want to give up. Oh Candy, what am I going to do?"

"You're 18 in three weeks, right before we graduate, right?" Candy asked. Aubrey nodded in the affirmative. "Why don't you stay here in your own place before you start university in the fall? Maybe I could move in with you and we could share?" She suggested to the still-stricken Aubrey. She was throwing Aubrey a life preserver while trying to hold in her own anguish at the thought of losing her partner-in-crime.

Aubrey looked up at her best friend and her eyes began to fill up again. "I suggested that, but daddy won't hear of it. He thinks I'll just slut around and turn into some kind of tramp! We leave the week after I graduate. Oh Candy, what are we going to do?"

Candy's lower jaw jutted out and she took on an unusual look of determination. "I don't know Aubrey, but we are not letting your father ruin all of our plans. I think we should talk to Miss Thomas – she always gives us good advice."

Aubrey's spirits lifted the instant she heard Miss Thomas' name. Lillian Thomas was the girls' favorite teacher. In fact, she was a favorite among the students and faculty and even the administration. A former wild-child, the half-Vietnamese beauty was a stunning, exotic beauty who was the equal of any famous model. Lillian did not hide her light under a bushel, not her. She wore tight and low-cut blouses and short skirts with high heels. On several occasions, the girls had caught glimpses of real stockings, not hosiery. Her voice was sexy and always seemed to carry a hint of flirtation. Someone so outrageous should have been in trouble with the School Board all of the time, yet Lillian wasn't. Everyone adored her.

The two upset girls had rushed into Lillian's classroom where she was sitting grading some papers. She smiled when she saw them, spun around and crossed her beautiful legs. The girls noticed, but were too upset to take much interest. "My favorite students," Lillian smiled warmly. "I hear it's a close race between you two for Valedictorian. Sorry, I can't say anything that might give it away."

"That's not why we're here, Lil," Aubrey wailed as she spoke with familiarity to her teacher. Some of Lillian's closest student friends were permitted to use the more familiar, abbreviated form of her name. Candy and Aubrey had both been accorded that honor.

The two friends poured their heart out to Lillian and to her credit, she didn't interrupt until they had finished. Her concern for their well-being showed on her face and in her dark, beautiful eyes. When Aubrey finished, Lillian leaned forward, so close to the two girls that they could smell her perfume. "Honesty time, loves," Lillian said to the unhappy pair. "You're screwed."

Both girls' jaws dropped. It wasn't what they had expected to hear. They both idolized Lillian because she was so brilliant and always got what she went after. Here she was – telling them to give up?

Before they could voice that thought, Lillian spoke up. "I usually get what I'm after because I have learned to pick my battles." She faced Aubrey and shot straight from the hip. "You can't win this. Your daddy controls the purse strings and his name carries a lot of weight. Even if you did rebel and stay here, I doubt anyone would hire you if he put out the word."

Candy and Aubrey wanted the ground to open up and swallow them whole, they were so miserable. Looking at their pretty young faces, Lillian had a solution. She reached into her purse and handed them a wad of cash, it was more than $200. "W-what are we supposed to do with this?" Candy asked.

Lillian smiled. "You're both going to be adults, so don't worry so much about things that are – for now, at least – out of your control. For the time being, you can call and write – you both have cars, so you can visit. Being apart isn't going to be the end of the world. I want you to take that money and use it to have a proper goodbye.

Aubrey didn't quite get it, but Candy sure did and she hugged Lillian as hard as she could. She explained it to Aubrey on the way home. "Are you sure you want to do this?" Aubrey asked her.

"Very sure," Candy said, spinning her friend around on her heels and pulling her close. They kissed for, like, the millionth time, but it was also the first kiss of new, young lovers.

"Really?"

"Yes really, dummy," Candy giggled as they walked home. The two girls held hands and Candy said "Like, who else, right?" That part was a small, little white lie. Princess had been on that list as well, but she had always known it would come down to one or the other.

Aubrey nodded and brushed her chestnut hair from her eyes. "Yeah, you're right. Let me handle the arrangements, I've got some connections through daddy. If I don't spend his money – or too much of his money – he won't figure anything out. Do you trust me?" Candy looked at Aubrey as if she had just asked the most idiotic question in the world. "Okay, then trust me, I won't fuck this up – it's wayyyy too important for both of us."

Her car was nearing the Ritz and Candy remembered how nervous she had been that first time. She had trusted Aubrey implicitly, but there had been so much at stake. One false move could have been a disaster. Fortunately, Aubrey had been true to her word and seen to everything.

"Aubrey? Baby, are you here?" Candy asked as she entered the lavish hotel suite. It sure as heck wasn't some seedy little motel designed for an illicit tryst. The furniture was ornate, the room itself was spotlessly clean and there was even a large bouquet of roses on the nightstand. Candy looked around the room and saw a tray of canapés and an ice bucket with champagne chilling. She wasn't really hungry, but that was only for now. She'd never had champagne, as she wasn't legally old enough to drink, but did that really matter in the grand scheme of things?

Aubrey came out of the bathroom and oh yes, she was there. In a tiny black teddy and bedroom slippers, her presence in the room was very noticeable. "H-hey," Candy said, her voice suddenly hoarse. She walked over to Candy and took Candy's face in her hands, planting a large, sexy kiss on the girl's lips. No one seeing them now would mistake their intentions.

"We're really going to do this?" Candy asked for one final time.

"Yes, we're really going to do this," Aubrey said, her voice low and breathy. "Oh yeah, are we going to do this."

"Okay baby, in that case ..." Candy giggled and dropped her trench coat to the floor. She stood in front of Aubrey with a pride she had never felt before, drawn from the look of awe in her girlfriend's eyes. Her white lacy bustier, matching thong and high heels made her look wild, not sweet and innocent. Her hair was a bit more tousled than normal, her eye makeup a bit more risqué. She very much resembled a girl "on the make".

"H-how did you get out of the house looking like that?" Aubrey had to know.

"I think my mom is a lot savvier than my daddy," Candy smiled. "I told her that I was going to a pajama party because it was all I could think of. She just smiled and told me to say hi to Aubrey. By the time I got downstairs and past daddy, I was covered up."

"Your mom is cool," Aubrey said, still staring at the girl she was going to take to bed.

"She is," Candy agreed. "I think that she might have her own secret past that she doesn't talk about." Candy was still a bit nervous, so she looked over to the bottle of champagne. "Should we have that now or later?"

"Later," Aubrey said as she moved close again. From behind, she nuzzled Candy's neck and ears. Her girlfriend was so soft and smelled so sweet. "When we have something to celebrate," she said to Candy.

"Oh – okay," Candy answered, more than willing to let Aubrey take the lead. Neither girl had much more experience than the other, so what was the big deal? Aubrey was the take charge type and Candy, being a person of high intellect, was content to stay silent and let the chips fall where they may.

"God, you're so beautiful," Aubrey murmured as she took Candy's hands and led her to a plush settee. "You know, I wanted to have sex with you the very first time I saw you."

"Fibber! You did not!" Candy laughed. "We were, like, twelve!"

"Okay, you got me there," Aubrey confessed. "Maybe not that far back, but in high school, I had a thing for you. I was jealous of other boys, your other friends. I wanted to be your first. I knew it wasn't rational, but that is how I felt."

"Silly girl," Candy kissed her cheek and then, spun her head around to kiss her adorable face. "If you had asked a while ago, I might have said yes even then. See – here you are – my first."

"I can't believe that I get that honor," Aubrey said, blushing a bit and looking down. It's like some kind of deeply erotic dream."

"I don't get those," Candy sighed. "Mine are usually flashbacks or weird and disturbing."

"Not after tonight, I bet," Aubrey laughed. She placed her arms around Candy's back and pulled the tanned blonde in close for a kiss. Candy's heart was fluttering, but in a good way. Being with Aubrey was everything she had hoped it would be.

"Isn't in funny how much we both like lingerie?" Aubrey asked, trying to make some small talk.

"No, not really," Candy smiled as she laced her fingers through Aubrey's dark hair and twirled it playfully. "We often like the same things, the same boy ..."

"... the same girls ..."

"Yeah, okay – and we both like girly-girls, so why not this?"

"Can I ask you a personal question, Cin?"

"Sure. I don't see why not, considering what's going to happen in this room tonight," she snickered a bit.

"Do you have a thing for Lillian Thomas?" Aubrey asked, looking directly into Candy's eyes for a response.

"Miss Thomas? Oh God, who in the school doesn't. She gorgeous, kind, sexy, flirty, funny, smart ..." She stopped when she saw Aubrey was showing signs of distress. "Don't be jealous, it's just a schoolgirl crush and I seem to recall you drooling over her a time or two. I'm here with you, so chill and make this a night we'll remember. Most of this is because of her and we're on her dime," Candy told her girlfriend.

"Partly on my dad's too, "Aubrey confessed. "My mom knows more than she's letting on, too. She gave me her card, the only daddy never goes near if he knows what's good for him," the girl laughed.

"Sometimes I wonder who really wears the pants in your family," Candy giggled.

"Oh, it's mommy. Daddy may hold the purse strings, but if he ever stepped over the line, she'd shut him down. She knows about everything. Hey, think about it – did she ever once walk in on us when you stayed over? Aubrey asked.

"No," Candy shook her head and then, gasped. "Oh God Aubrey, did she think that we were ...?"

"We did come close a few times," Aubrey said and Candy admitted she was right. "Our moms are both cool, we need to follow their example. Come on, let me show you the bed," she said to Candy as she led her to the adjoining room.

"My God," Candy gasped.

"I know, right? Aubrey giggled as she ran to the bed and jumped on it with the playfulness of a child. "We could fit the entire football team on this thing and some of the cheerleaders."

"Oh yeah, mmm, how yummy," Candy sighed. Aubrey rolled her eyes. She had completely forgotten that her bestie had a big cheerleader fetish. 

"Hey girl, focus," Aubrey said, snapping her fingers to bring Aubrey back to reality. "I didn't bring you here to indulge all of your fantasies – some yes, all, no."

"Sorry," Candy said sheepishly. "I do tend to get a bit carried away."

"I'd love to carry you away," Aubrey teased her. "Isn't this bed gorgeous?"

It was certainly that, lush and spacious, enough room for an orgy. Candy found herself thinking about orgies until Aubrey pinned her on her back and began peppering sweet, tiny kisses on her lips. Being a naughty and passionate little slut – at least for tonight – Candy began to whimper with pleasure and responded in kind. Neither girl had removed a stitch of their lingerie and yet, both were ready to start having sex. Their inexperience didn't show through at all as they started to make love. The kisses they shared were soft and sensual, a perfect prelude to the lesbian sex that would ensue. Neither of the girls was nervous about what was going to happen between them. Any reluctance had faded the very moment Candy had dropped her coat to the floor. The sweet and intimate sharing was right for them, a moment forever locked in time.

"I love you," Aubrey said as they broke their kiss. She looked into Candy's eyes and felt swept away with emotion. "I wish that I could stay with you here, forever."

"I love you, too," Candy said in her soft, girlish voice. She sincerely meant it. She felt certain they had been in love since the day they met. "We'll figure something out – and we have the entire night to share and enjoy ourselves?"

Aubrey felt a bit of sadness welling up inside of her, but tonight was not the night for such feelings. She moved the top of the teddy to one side, baring her breasts. "Taste me Cin," she said in a breathy whisper. "Take the first move towards making me yours."

"Always mine, yes," Candy breathed as she took one of Aubrey's nipples in her soft lips. She heard an intake of breath from her lover and she realized that Aubrey's nipples were one of her pleasure spots. She wondered if the same held true for her? She plucked at it with her teeth and heard Aubrey squeal. They had only just started and she was already so turned on.

"Good, so good," Aubrey murmured as Candy teased her body. She looked at the petite blonde and felt such love. "God, you're so beautiful – do you know how beautiful you are?"

Candy shook her head. "No, you're beautiful – I'm – cute."

"No, you're beautiful and we're sexy," Aubrey corrected her as she gestured towards a nearby mirror. "Look at how hot we look – we could have any man we wanted."

"Or woman," Candy corrected Aubrey now. "Let's not limit our options."

"Slut," Aubrey teased and mingled her tongue with Candy's. The two girls had become entwined and were all over each other, still fully dressed. Aubrey wanted, more than anything, to see her love without clothes. She had seen the beautiful blonde in bikinis several times, so she knew what Candy's body looked like. Still, she wanted to remove all barriers towards intimacy.

Aubrey had not said a word and despite that, Candy knew what she wanted. She moved some of her lingerie to one side so that her lover could have access to her. Aubrey loved seeing the nude form of her sexy, tanned Candy. She took full advantage of it, cupping Candy's breasts and licking them the way that she had always wanted to.

"Oh God, oh fuck," Candy moaned. In her soft little voice, it sounded so sexy to Aubrey. "I don't want you to ever stop doing that!"

"I know. I don't want to stop," Aubrey sighed wistfully.

Candy ran her hands through Aubrey's thick chestnut locks as her girlfriend teased her body. She had broken a taboo by coming here with Aubrey and she wouldn't have wanted it any other way. They were meant to be together and there was only one person who meant as much to her as Aubrey did. Candy felt that it was of the utmost importance to be intimate with someone you loved as much as she did Aubrey.

"May I?" Aubrey panted as she came up for air. "May I taste your pussy?"

"Are you asking if you can eat me out?" Candy teased, feeling very mature and naughty.




Princess Ch. 02



"Fuck bitch, yeah, I want to eat your fucking pussy!" Aubrey grinned.

"Do it baby, eat me, go down on me, I want it," Candy cried out. The thong had tiny little bows on either side and Aubrey made short work of those. For the first time, she beheld Candy's pussy. She wasn't bare as many girls were these days, but trimmed with the cutest blonde "vee" at the top. Aubrey didn't even slow down. She splayed Candy's cunt lips apart and began eating her vigorously. Candy's head snapped back, her eyes closed and she let out the loudest wail of her life. She had never thought anything in the world would ever feel this good.

"Oh, so wonderful, I love it," Candy moaned. Her own fantasy was for them to do a sixty-nine, which she knew would happen soon enough. She thought that eating your lover at the same time you were being eaten would be the hottest thing, like, ever! It was hard for her to organize her thoughts because Aubrey was really doing things to her. Her mind kept seeing whirls of pretty colors as jolts of pleasure hit her. They weren't just sharing sex, they were sharing a first-time experience and it was beyond perfect. How could Aubrey be so good for someone with no experience? Was it just because she adored Aubrey or was Aubrey just a natural pussy eating slut? Candy giggled and figured that it was the latter.

Aubrey would have stayed between Candy's legs until her tongue went numb, had she been given a choice. In her mind, she had always known pussy would be this sweet, Candy's would anyway. Aubrey had always been more into girls than guys and her gorgeous, cuddly Candy had always topped her list. Now the dream was the reality and when she came up for air, Candy was right there, waiting for her, eager to kiss and taste her own juices on Aubrey's lips.

"I loved doing that for you," Aubrey told her.

"I loved having you do it," Candy panted. "I had, like, a whole bunch of mini-orgasms!"

"It's our first time, how could you tell?" Aubrey questioned.

"You'll know," Candy giggled. "Believe me, once it's your turn, you'll know."

"Okay, so is it my turn" Aubrey said playfully.

"Sure!" Candy said excitedly as she flipped her girlfriend on her back. Both girls were in sexy high heels, which stayed on, but sadly, some of the lingerie had to go, sexy as it was. It was in the way. Like Aubrey before her, Candy showed no hesitation. She was a bit slower with Aubrey and took her time to get to know the girl's pussy. She loved the taste and was surprised to see how dark Aubrey's was compared to her own puffy, pink lips. Aubrey's fists kept thumping the bed, she cried out "Oh! Oh! Ohhhh, YESSS!" as Candy licked her. Candy felt vindicated, as she knew that she had just been proven right. Aubrey now knew what a mini-climax felt like. Candy intended on supplying her with more of them.

When the two girls rolled away from each other, they were exhausted and panting. That still didn't matter. Neither of them was stopping now.

"Got any ideas?" Aubrey smiled, kissing Candy and tasting herself for – well, not the first time.

"Like, hundreds of them!" Candy laughed. "But I wanna sixty-nine with you, I don't want to wait any longer for that. It's all I've been able to think of since we agreed to this!"

"Who am I to stand between the lady and what she wants?" Aubrey hugged her friend, her arms wrapped around Candy and holding her tight. She wanted this moment burned into her memory forever and it would be. Together, they slowly tumbled over and moved into a languid, ages-old position for Sapphic loving. Candy was on the top with Aubrey on the bottom. Their hands stroked the others' back and buttocks as their tongues moved deep into the honeyed fonts. This time, the licking was slow and deliberate, while fingers probed a bit and the explored each other. Their cries of passion were not as loud this time, muffled by each others' pussies. All that could be heard in the room was the low hum of the air conditioner and the gentle likliklik of two girls happily slurping away at each others' pussies.

Orgasms were loud and frequent for the next hour or so. When they broke apart, satiated – for now – they shared the champagne. "What next?" Candy asked.

"I thought you had hundreds of ideas," Aubrey laughed.

"I do, but this night is for both of us," Candy said with a giggle. She liked champagne – it made her giddy.

"Okay, I want a bath with you – there's a sunken tub – and I have a few things we can do, sound good?" Aubrey asked.

Her mind snapped back to the present as Candy's car pulled into the Ritz's valet parking and she got out. It had been very good and the times since had been equally good. Despite her little betrayal of her boyfriend, she wouldn't miss one of these lesbian trysts for anything. What could Aubrey possibly have planned for them tonight? She went into the expensive hotel, through the lavish lobby and up the elevator, almost cumming from the evil thoughts alone ...