0 comments/ 6445 views/ 1 favorites My Prince By: LadyDNoctem She sits alone in dark silence. The curtains are drawn, music is heard slightly in her head below all of her thoughts of Him. Soft candlelight glowing along her skin, a grin appears on her face as she's pulled away from her wicked thoughts. He is here, in the darkness He lurks. She knows this by His smell, His presence, the way her body tingles when He is near. She's caught off guard when without words, He moves behind her. She feels His fingertips moving up her legs, then her hips, up along the sides of her breasts all done in an effort to remove her paper thin t-shirt... the only piece of clothing protecting her body from His efforts. He pulls her tight against His body, her back to His chest. She notices that He's already removed His shirt, His bare chest warm against her skin. His lips begin moving along the back of her neck, His tongue teasing the sensitive areas He's come to adore. She feels His breath on her neck, moving slowly up to her ear where He nibbles along the bottom and whispers to her in a low, raspy voice... "Your body belongs to me." This makes her legs become weaker, the urge to fall to the ground in a puddle is overwhelming...yet His firm grip on her hips will not permit her to move from where He wants her. He relishes the idea that she does not know what He will do next. The exciting fear building between her legs, she yearns for Him to touch. His hands begin exploring her body, moving over her breasts stopping only to pinch her nipples hard between His fingers. She jumps slightly at this and lets out a soft moan. His caress continuing down her stomach, moving between her thighs. He squeezes her right thigh firmly before teasing along the outside of her pussy lips with His fingertips. Her breathing becoming deeper, He turns her to Him. Looks in her eyes and gives a sexy smile that only He could pull off. Before she has a chance to speak, He captures her lips in a deep kiss. He returns His grip on her body, this time both hands placed on her ass holding her tighter against Him. She moves one leg up along his and wraps it around Him. From under her leg, He reaches down to feel her wetness. His finger searching inside for her clit. He knows its been found by her body's reaction. Steadily He teases it, pinches it and rubs hard along the inside. Her nails gripping gently at his back as she moans into their kiss. He breaks their passion suddenly and looks at her again with a look of determination. A smile formimg on His face He says, " I want you to taste me baby" . Without hesitation, she begins kissing down His chest, running her tongue over His nipples...biting softly. Her hands running over His ass where she grips hard for a moment and then returns to her movements along His body. Her delicate lips making their way down His stomach, making sure to taste each inch of sweetness that is Him. She lets her tongue find the lines of His lower body, slowly making her way over His cock...but never paying it the attention that He wants. She leans down and kisses along His inner thigh, up to the bend in His leg where she bites. Her teeth sink in, His taste so delicious in her mouth. He grips her hair in a fit of pleasure and pain. He would never stop her, even though His common sense might beg Him to...He enjoys it way more than He'll admit. She continues her quest with her tongue to the tip of His dick where she makes circles, sucking slightly. Her hands caressing the backs of His thighs...she looks up at Him with the head of His cock dangling around her lips. He smiles down at her with a lustful stare, urging her on with a gentle nudge to the back of her head. She grins and lets Him watch as she continues circling Him with her tongue...teasing with her lips and teeth. Ever so slowly, she slides the full length of Him into her mouth, never breaking their stare. He feels fire rush through His body as He's overcome with the urge to cum right then and there. Her mouth completely on Him, her lips sucking Him into her more...her tongue working up and down the bottom of His shaft. He begins moaning more...gripping her hair harder, letting her know what she's doing is making Him insane. He feels himself unable to control His passion any longer, He needs to let go. Just before fantasy becomes reality, she stops...looks up at Him and licks her lips. She says in a whispered moan, " Not yet my prince...your torture has just begun". He laughs to himself knowing this was coming. He wonders what it is about her that makes Him want to lose himself in her each time they are near. With a gentle touch He leans down and kisses her softly letting His hand stroke her cheek. With a cocky grin He leaves his intentions on her lips, " Just remember what goes around, comes around my princess." She lets out a giggle intended only for herself, but heard none the less by Him. Without hesitation He pulls her up to Him and takes over her mouth with His. His lips forceful and His tongue ravaging the sweetness of her own. One of His hands grasped firmly on her ass holding her in place, the other making its way to her nipple to pinch letting her know her place. He turns her quickly and pushes her over the back of the chair. He places her hands strategically on either arm of the chair. Leaning over her body, pressing His hardness against her ass...He bites her neck and says in a stern voice " Now it's my turn, did you say something about torture my princess?" Her body shaking from wanting to move just to see the outcome, and from needing Him inside her...she obeys. His fingers drag the length from her wrists He was holding so tightly to the center of her back. She's there, completely bare and vulnerable to His wants. Her thoughts become lost in the possibilties, the unknown. Before she's able to manage a lusty daydream she's ripped back into reality by the stinging on her ass. The lingering sensation of His hand steady, He strikes again making her scream out in pleasure. This continues for what seems like an eternity, each cheek deserving of the same attention. Both red and tingling in the most exquisite pain. She then finds a moment of sanity when she feels His tongue running over the areas that He would now view as His trophy. Her nails digging into the arms of the chair as His tongue makes its way inside her wetness. Gently at first, He makes sure to taste her fully, taking in all that He's accomplished. His hands pulling at her hips giving her no choice but to fuck His tongue. Her moans growing louder and louder, she pleads with Him to let her cum. He stops at once and slaps her already sore ass again as hard as He can. He stands and leans over quivering body once again. Wrapping her silky hair around His hand, He jerks her head back to Him and sucks on her neck intending to leave His brand behind. He then nibbles His way back to her ear and growls, " you cum when I say my princess...is that clear?" Between deep breaths, she manages her reply of " yes my prince." Before she's able to catch her breath properly, He kicks her legs further apart and wastes no time before driving His cock deep inside her. His hand still tangled in her hair, He uses it to pull her into Him. His other hand slides between her legs and teases at her clit while He fucks her with no mercy. His moans grow deep and loud as He feels himself being covered by her tightness, her warm juices flowing down His thigh. The rhythm slowing a bit, He teases her hole with the head of his cock. Giving each ass cheek another hard torturous slap He demands, " beg me, my princess...beg me for your release." Unable to gain any sort of rational thought, her breathing heavy...sweat dripping down her neck to her breasts...she looks back to Him with desperate eyes. " My prince, my owner, my love...I beg of you...please fuck me! please let me cum!" He stands and turns her once more to face Him, picks her up and situates himself between her thighs. Her legs wrapped firmly around Him, she holds tight as He pushes himself deep inside again. Their kiss, one full of animalistic passion. Holding her to Him, never willing to let go; He gives into His aching need to fill her with His cum. Her nails making trails of redness down His back, she begins to shake uncontrollably as her release grows near. His steady pounding is constant, their bodies mixed with sweat and moans, become untameable flames of desire. They reach their peak together, holding on to each other with nothing but the sounds of ecstasy to guide them to the end. Still unable to tear himself away from her, He maintains His hold and lowers her gently to the bed. He then proceeds to spoil her by showering her in adoring kisses. Lying there in His arms, she smiles to herself and thinks that there could never be a more perfect moment. Just as she begins to let herself drift off to sleep she hears Him whisper, " there could never be a more perfect you, my princess." My Prince My morning routine is the same six days out of the week. I awake before dawn, and bathe and dress myself in one of my uniforms. I live in a small room that adjoins my liege's chambers, and I am expected to attend upon him almost as soon as I ready. I get one day off each week from my duties. Prince David awakes at 7 a.m. most days, and by 9 a.m. he is on the floor, so to speak, engaging in meetings and doing the day's business. But in the morning it is just he and I. I have known Prince David since I was a boy of twelve. I have been groomed to be his personal servant and trained as a royal retainer all of my life, with a gentleman's education, and training in the palace. This particular morning I knock on his door at the usual time. "Highness?" I call. "Are you awake?" He calls back, "Come in!" I open the door and go in. As usual, he is still in bed, and I open the curtains wide. "Good morning, my liege." "Ugh..." he groans. "I did not get to sleep until 3 a.m. last night. You're a cruel man, Adhemar." I laugh. "His Highness tells me to wake him up at the same time every morning, and complains every morning when I wake him up." "Well, yes. That's the benefit of being the Prince. I can be a hypocrite." He sits up, yawning, dark hair falling across his eyes, the hairs on his bare chest glinting in the sunlight. "Get my breakfast on, would you?" "Of course, my prince." I go out and order the breakfast with a servant, and then go back in and run the Prince's bath. I am not only his primary protection but also have become a sort of manservant over time. I don't mind, really. I lay out his clothes and then when the breakfast comes, lay that out on the table, too, while he takes his bath. Soon enough he comes out in his silk robe, and sits down to have breakfast. He shakes open the newspaper to read while he eats. I stand by his table. "Will there be anything else, sir?" He flicks his eyes up at me with a slight smile. "Of course there is. Do your duty." In truth, while I ask every day, I know what he wants me to do, and in a way, look forward to it. It excites me to be used thus. I go to my knees in front of him. He moves back from the table enough to make room for me, and I slip in between his legs. He continues reading his newspaper. This, too, is part of the game – to see how long he can pretend to not be paying attention. Opening his robe, I see that his cock is already semi-hard. I stop to admire his cock as always. I think it is rather a handsome one, thick and darker than his skin tone, smooth as silk on the surface and hard as a rock for me every morning. Before him I never thought I could find a penis beautiful, but this one is. I don't spend too long admiring it, however, but lean forward and take his rapidly stiffening member into my mouth. He reads the newspaper and I let his cock slowly slide to the back of my mouth, wetting it with my tongue and feeling it grow ever harder. I run my tongue along it, swirling it in my mouth, and adjusting my angle, take it in as far as I could go – all the way to the back of my throat. He doesn't make a noise, but I simply smile to myself as I begin to make love to his member, licking the shaft, running my tongue over the thick veins, smelling his musky man scent mixed with the scent of his soaps from the bath. I let it slide across my lips, my nose, my closed eyes, my cheeks, trailing my own saliva, and I kiss the length of it. I run my mouth over his swollen balls, and I am finally rewarded by a faint groan. I take his penis back into my mouth, and now I hear his breathing coming heavy and short. I close my eyes, and focus on his pleasure and the lovely sounds he is making. "Adhemar..." I hear him groan, and it makes me vibrate all the way down to my own erect cock. My mouth is full of him now and my only thought is how I can please him further. I reach around and grip the top of his hips and pull him deeper into me. I don't use my hands on his cock, only using them for support on his muscular thighs, and just let my mouth work on him, making obscene noises, his cock sliding in and out of my mouth. I can taste his salty pre-cum and I eagerly swallow it down. There is no other noise in the room but rustle of his newspaper as he finally sets it down, and I feel my beloved prince's hands on the back of my head. I briefly glance up into his brown eyes and I see them looking back at me with love and kindness, and I close mine again and press my nose into his pubic hair and inhale deeply. He guides my head into the angle he likes best, and I let him, and when he begins to fuck my mouth I just tilt my head back and allow him to use me as he wants. His groans are more frequent, and I make my own pleased noises. I know he feels the vibration on his cock, for he increases his frequency, and I look into his face and I remember how much I love and respect this man, and I try to get his cock even deeper into my throat and suddenly I feel his balls tighten in my hand and he comes, powerfully ejaculating into my mouth, filling my mouth up with his come. His fingers curl into my hair; his belly presses against my forehead. Afterwards he lifts the napkin off the table and wipes my face with it, and kisses me on the forehead. Smiling down at me, he says, "I suppose we'd better get to work." I smile back and reply, "Yes, my prince." My Prince, My Prisoner THIS IS A CREATIVE WORK OF FICTION They call it the Most Nobel Royal Order of the Blue Garter. The story begins with the Countess of Salisbury, also known as the Fair Maid of Kent. (Historians argue over the identity of the woman.) The lady dropped her garter at a Court Ball in 1349 when dancing with King Edward III. Tradition says that to cover the lady's embarrassment King Edward picked up the garter, and with the French words, 'Honi soit qui mal y pense', (roughly translated as 'shame on anyone who thinks evil of this'), buckled it on to his leg. (Showing his acceptance and allegiance.) Soon he and a team of knights started turning up decorated in Garters. He even had garters decorating his bed. It is surprising that the dropping of a garter would ruffle the modesty of a fourteenth century lady of the court. At this time in history men and women swam naked together without shame. The spin on this well-known story is that the garter was the badge of a witch and Edward's action saved Katherine from certain death for sorcery. For this deed he is counted as being heroic and chivalrous. Standing up against the church was dangerous, even for a King, as was later evidenced by Cromwell. The countess’ garter identified her with the pagan religion of Europe and Edward made a point of identifying himself with it. He even tied it on his leg. The use of a garter as the totem item of a priestess can be traced back to Paleolithic times. For centuries, the King of England was also regarded, by virtue of his office, as being the Grand High Priest of the Old Religion of the Britons. Many kings of England swore allegiance both to Christianity and to the ancient gods of Druidic Europe. Today The Most Noble Order of the Garter consists of: Her Majesty the Queen, Sovereign of the Order, and His Royal Highness The Prince of Wales and 169 other members. So you see, they’ve kept us around for a very long time. Priestess, Sorceresses, Witches...much to the annoyance of The Church of England. They’d like to have the Royal Family under their thumb, and in many ways they do. They fancy themselves the master puppeteers behind the throne. But the royal family needs us, for many various reasons. This is one of them: There is an ancient Pagan Sexual Rite called a “King-Making.” Without this ceremony, having ritualistic sex with the Goddess in the living form of her priestess, the king is not considered fit or able to rule the people. The Goddess is the Land itself. “Mother Earth.” He who wins the Goddess wins the Land. Only the Husband of the Land can Rule over it. No one else has this right. Therefore you have to be “mated” to the Land you intend to Rule. But how can a King mate with the Land? A Priestess is the Goddesses representative on Earth. You Mate with the Goddess by having sex with her Priestess. Sex is an act of worship. Sex with a Priestess = Worshipping the Goddess = Being Mated to the Land Prince William knows that all women are Goddesses to be worshipped. He knows this because I taught him. You see, I am the Priestess that welcomed the handsome teenager into manhood after he killed his first stag. Originally, he-who-is-to-be-king would stalk the stag armed with nothing but a flint knife, thus proving his manhood and worthiness to rule. After this they smeared him with its blood. Todays young princes use a rifle. It’s a much neater affair these days. Then they brought him to me. The Priestess, the Goddess, the Land. If he showed himself to be a satisfying lover it would be a good omen. The land would respond favorably under his rule. I have heard that Prince Charles experience was a comedy of errors, and from what I see on the tabloid covers I can believe it. The land itself has rejected him. So I wondered what to expect when the nervous teenager appeared at the entrance. So, I’m sure, did he. In the course of the night, the young prince would prove his country proud. I loved him instantly. The sight of him made me draw in a breath. He was beautiful. “The Pin-Up Prince” they were calling him at the time. And yet he was so much more. Young, strong, capable and with natural intelligence gleaming in his eyes. Oh yes. I could defiantly work with this material. With a toss of my head and bat of my eyelashes I beckoned him come closer. “Kneel” I said. And he did without question. Being pleased, I kissed him. Beautiful and obedient. He was mine to command. I leaned in close to his ear. “Do you know why you’re here?” I asked him. He nodded silently, blushing, in his awe and embarrassment. I would instruct him carefully. My young Prince, my student. “I’m going to teach you how to worship me...with your body.” I felt a rush of power flowing through me as if drawn from a deep well. Was it the female divine? Or was it the sight of the future king, so powerful in his own right, kneeling before me in total subservience. An unbearable tension built in the room. Was it the magick? Or was it the pressure of the roles we played? So ancient, unchanging and primal. I looked at him the way a cat must look at a baby bird. And then he did something that made me want to weep. He disarmed me with his sudden intimacy. In all genuine humility he asked “Make me a man.” I knew he meant it by the tone of his voice: deep, clear and unwavering. So somber and serious for his tender years. The tension broke and dissolved around us, in a sweeping silent roar which was more powerful than the pressure had been. He was cancer, cardinal water, like his mother, that great lunar goddess Diana, and just as adept at sweeping people away with the flood and drowning them within himself. He possessed strength of mind and will. I knew I needed to control him, if only for fear of being lost under his ever turning currents. I so desperately wanted to own him. When he pushed himself between my thighs I wondered if he had read my mind. Was this instinct that he knew what I needed? A eager desire to please me? Or, as I jealously suspected, was this experience? I had so desired his virginity for my own prize. A flash of anger welled up. I wanted to know, I wanted to demand answers. Instead I let him wash over me, wave after wave. He had buried his head down with passionate rolling laps, pulling me in like sand on the shoreline. It was too late for questions, he had me. The sweetness of him, the softness of his full and pouting lips kissing and tugging at mine. Unconsciously I moaned, rubbing myself against his perfect face. Fervently I grasped him by the shoulders, nearly pleading “Tell me you will do exactly as I say, tell me you will obey me, tell me...” “Yes,” he replied “I will..” “Swear it.” “Yes, I swear it.” I studied his face for a moment. There I saw the sincerity I looked for. Those eyes of liquid blue, that angels face, turned up at me so innocently from between my thighs. So he was mine. Mine. My beautiful object. To possess. Mine. A flush of pride and ownership rose up, darkening my cheeks. I could stand it no more. This was my Prince and I would enjoy him. “Against the wall. Now,” I demanded with panting breath. And there I tied him to a sconce. A more decorative and multi purpose household object I have yet to find. I stripped open his shirt, pulled off his boots and moved hastily down to unfasten his belt. And then I looked up. He was studying me. Calculating. I could see the wheels of his mind turn. I stood up and took a step backward. Gods what a vision. Indeed I did sigh. There he was. This amazing young man, stripped nearly naked, bound and tied. I drank in the sight of him. “Locks of the sun, child of the moon, born on the 21st of June.” Midsummer’s Day. I knew who he was. I knew I faced The Sun God in all his radiant glory. Though naked and helplessness, his eyes reflected to me total confidence. Was I under his spell? Was he under mine? Or was it that the both of us were in the grips of forces greater than our own, our bodies being used to reenact this ancient dance of power exchange. Great, Golden, and Glowing. He was overwhelming me, so irrepressible was he in his power. Fully restrained, he overtook me till. His warm rays radiating outward from the center of him. Reaching me. Heating me. I felt I could not breath. It was in a mixture of fear, confusion and desire that I blindfolded him. Those eyes of his, they were too penetrating. I slid my hands across his warm bare chest. I wanted to envelop his warmth, as the night tries futilely to cover the day, overtaking it only to find it reappears. Kissing him hotly I went further and further downward to what I sought. What is it that makes us want to consume god? Swallowing his flesh as in holy communion, taking him into our own bodies and making him part of ourselves. I could not resist. I took him into my mouth. He jolted with a sudden exclamation, every muscle in his body tightening. I moaned with my lips tightly around him. This was mine. My toy. It belonged to me and I would enjoy it as it pleased me. It was with great delight that I watched him strain against the bonds that held him. I had captured my prize and was not letting it go, taking it deeper and deeper into my mouth. With lips and tongue and gentle nips of teeth, I watched him jump and cry out, his pleas of entreating desperation falling pleasurably on my ears. Finally I relented, leaning back and stroking him softly in my hand. He relaxed and leaned back against the wall. This was lesson one. Pulling off his blindfold I spoke to him as womankind; I spoke to him as the goddess: “I am the source of your pleasure and your suffering.” Now it was time. Time to take what was mine to possess. I unfastened the rope from the sconce leaving it tied to his wrists, this I used as a lead. I took him to bed. When I laid him on his back he looked so young. Too young, too tender, too pretty for the treatment I was giving him. Perhaps he had played with girls before, but I was an adult woman, a priestess, and there was no playing with me. I felt pangs of guilt for all the innocence I was about to take from him. But then I remembered, he has asked me, “Make me a man.” So this I would do for him. This was my sacred duty. There was no turning back now from this transformation. I bound his writs to the head board. I straddled his hips. I took a long last look at the boyish traces about his face. I felt my eyes well up with tears of knowing. The boy I lay down in this bed will be gone forever, and from his place a man will rise up. I felt my own need driving me forward to complete the act. His youthful strength and beauty was too much for me to resist. I encircled his hardened shaft in my hand, still moistened from my mouth and stroked it slowly. “Your life came from inside a womans body; as a man your desire will drive you to return to be inside it again and again; and when you die mother earth will take you back into her womb. This is at the center of your world!” I lowered myself on to him. I had not realized how eager my body had been; I was incredibly wet with anticipation. Sliding down was like lighting a fire within me. I could not believe how good he felt. He licked his lips, and I watched the bulging muscles of his arms and chest strain as he pulled against his restraints. There was little he could do. I rode him like the thoroughbred colt he was. I had roped and reigned him, and now I would break him in. My hands planted firmly in the center of his chest, my fingernails dug into him as lusty cries projected from my throat. I took him fast; I took him slow; I took him anyway I wanted. I delighted in my conquest. Then I made the mistake of looking up into his burning eyes of lust and frustration. It was then my orgasm overtook me. I was nearly blinded by pleasure so intense it turned to pain. It came from him. I know it did. It was male sexual energy, focused and directed like a laser. Even bound into submission he was dangerous. I began to worry- when I untied him would vengeance be his? Barely the thought had passed when the second wave of pleasure/pain descended bringing me to near collapse. This was unnatural. Or was it? After all this was a ceremonial working, I reminded myself. Sex magick is ever so potent. And it would be especially true with this particular young man. Perhaps I had bitten off more than I could chew. I decided to finish with him quickly. My pace became faster and more repetitive, steady, faster, steady, faster. I felt him brace underneath me, beads of sweat on his brow, he licked his lips again and squeezed his eyes tightly shut. I knew he was near the end. With a groan that seemed to emanate from the core of his chest he fired into me again and again like a mighty cannon. I began to tremble all over clinging to the thrashing wild steed I had mounted. I saw a flash of white light. When I opened my eyes again I was laying across his chest. I wanted to reach up and untie him but found I could not move. It would be several minutes more before I could. When I regained the use of my limbs I slowly and began to unfasten him. He watched me in silence. I wondered what he was thinking. But I am not the type to ever ask. He sat up and stretched out his arms, staring at me unspeaking all the while. I looked into his face. It had indeed changed. But instead of pangs of regret, I felt nothing but admiration for the masculine confidence I saw. This was a knowing adult male facing me, with a deeper understanding of the mysteries of life. He seemed to be taking it all in, processing, sorting and filing. There were absolutely no doubts he had a complete grasp of the experience and would turn it to his personal gain. Leadership. As he pulled on his cloths I felt a little shaken, knowing I had just empowered him with authority over the Land. He was astute, and could easily have us all in the palm his hand. I was beginning to wonder if it was possible for a one man to have too much charisma, too much magnetism. But then he smiled most charmingly and leaned in, plying me with an intimate flirtatious kiss. I fell under his sway. I would grant him anything he asked, and I knew the country would do the same. There was nothing the world would deny him now. He need only outstretch his hand and it was his. He was bullet proof, he was magick. I have seen him since, at formal social gatherings. He is always faultlessly polite and gracious. Every inch the diplomat. None would ever guess our ‘history.’ We keep up appearances with discretion. I occasionally catch him in my gaze and fix him with a smitten stare. But this hardly stands out in room full of people smitten with him, in a country that is smitten with him. Mostly I am proud of the man he has grown to become, and I like to think I helped him find himself, and his own path. My Princess *Author's Note* All characters are at least 18 years of age. I pull into your driveway and exit my car quietly, intent on surprising you with my visit. You left your back door unlocked in the middle of the night...so naughty. You couldn't have been expecting me, not when we haven't seen each other for months, and with your boyfriend at work, anyone else who came to this door would have far darker intentions than I. I walk through the darkened rooms to the only closed door in the house. A faint yellow light glows at the base of that door, while the muffled moans and halting breaths belie your slumber. Just as I reach for the handle, I hear your voice, soft enough that it is nearly imperceptible: "Daddy..." On second thought, maybe you did leave the back door unlocked for me. Opening the door surprises you, though, and you turn your alarmed face toward the entrance, only to relax when you see it's me. "Did you miss me that much, Princess?" I ask as I reach to rub your shoulder. Your only response is to moan happily into the pillow after turning back and rolling on your belly, hand still between your legs, and allow me to climb on top and massage your back like I did before you moved off to college. My fingers slip under your shirt and begin kneading your muscles, evoking an involuntary purr from your mouth. Your breath becomes more and more frequent until you start squirming underneath me, happily immobilized but impatiently awaiting your turn. Always one to please my Princess, I move to the side and allow you to unbutton my pants and pull them down with my undershorts while I remove my shirt, giving you full access to the object of your desire. You first take it in your hand, marveling at my thick meat for just a beat, then look up into my eyes. That mischievously sexy gleam meets my gaze and holds it as you lower your mouth to my cock, only letting go to concentrate your efforts on pleasuring my shaft. I reach down and run my fingers through your hair, palming the back of your head as the warmth from your mouth seeps into my flesh; the friction of your tongue combined with the twisting motion of your wrist sends me quickly barreling toward an unwanted early climax. You're such a bad girl...but you're so fucking good at it! Before you get too immersed in bobbing up and down, I pull you up, the knowing smirk revealing how much that was your intention all along as you submissively crawl back up the bed and lie on your back, legs spread and waiting. I take my time, to a degree at least, in lapping each side of your glistening slit (with a quick tease of tongue in the pink folds) and then kissing my way up your torso, deliberately stopping at each nipple for a quick little suckle, and finally our mouths come together. I rub the length of my shaft up and down your pussy, letting the protruding edge of my mushroom head break the surface a few times before positioning the tip at the entrance of your soaking wet tunnel. You are tighter than I remember, so I take it slow at first, but that last all of one stroke before you slide downward on the bed as I move forward, so as to fully impale yourself. A gasp escapes your lips as I bottom out, and is replaced by a grin that would do the Cheshire Cat proud; you remain contentedly in place for a few seconds before contracting your vaginal muscles around my dick to signal your readiness. We both know this will not last long. I begin with long, steady plunges, trying to draw out the experience for us both, understanding that the climax will only be that much greater. Before I know it, however, I'm slamming myself into you, and you're slamming yourself back onto me. The sweat is dripping off of us both as we rut, and the air is permeated by our grunts: pure animalistic pleasure. And then I feel it rising, rapidly, from tingle to explosion. No longer able to hold off, I let go and flood your womb with my seed, setting you off on a writhing orgasm that intensifies with each involuntary thrust of my pulsating cock. Exhausted and spent, we fall asleep with me still inside of you, smiles on our faces and dreams of the morning dancing through our heads... My Princess Lainie Lainie was a child bride when she married Bill. It was an arranged affair. He had somehow fooled her father that he was Jewish, and she went through hell because of her father's foolish decision. Through the next twelve years, Lainie suffered through the most frightening years a woman could go through with a man who didn't love her. Lainie is a strikingly beautiful woman whose body matured when she was 14. When Bill saw her as a 17 year-old, he saw the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. He had to have her, no matter what. Being a "Goy" with no inclination of being Jewish at all, Bill put himself through a crash course in Jewish-ness, and somehow he fooled Lainie's parents. As much as Bill wanted Lainie, once he had her, his intentions were clear when they were together for the first time as man and wife. Bill essentially raped her virgin body, and that was the first of many terrifying moments with this animal. He treated her worst when she was pregnant with his children. He hated it when she was pregnant because he felt this made her ugly, and his abuse of her intensified. In spite of everything she went through, she somehow garnered the wherewithal to escape Bill's clutches, and make a life for herself with her two children. Lainie is extremely intelligent and well educated, so finding employment to support herself was no problem. Her problem is that she's terribly gullible, and men always flocked around her, unloading their bullshit, and more often that not she believed them. Not only that, it seemed like the men who desired her (and few men wouldn't have desired her) were all animals that only wanted her body. I cannot count the number of beasts who hurt her mentally and physically. Then finally we met. She had never met a man who was only looking for a woman who was his true match before. I wanted a mate for life, who was a match for me both spiritually and mentally, and if she had desirable physical aspects, then that was the icing on the cake. We hit it off immediately, and she expressed her love for me after only one week of seeing one another. There was one problem, though. I am not Jewish either; however, Lainie wanted me to be her husband no matter what. Not only was I her true male counterpart, I was her protector from all the dogs who only wanted to give her sperm injections. However, the only way I felt this was possible was for me to move in with her, as even men living close by her were stalking her. She owned a sizeable house in an upper-scale neighborhood, so there was plenty of room for my Spartan belongings and me. Our first intimate time together followed a particularly rough day for her. Lainie is a highly successful realtor, and her good looks and bright personality are assets that attract many customers—so many that she earns as much income in a month as I do in a year! However, she also attracts guys who only want her body, and on this particular day, two canines harassed her as she tried to sell homes to them. Most of the time her customers are sincere, and then guys like this come along—far too often it seems. Fortunately, it was a school night for her kids, and she has them well trained to go to bed very early. I could see the hurt in her eyes as we sat in her living room that evening, listening to soft music and just talking. I could tell she was feeling very vulnerable, and I didn't feel I should take advantage of the moment—when she suddenly turned to me and asked me to kiss her. I was taken aback by Lainie's request, but when I heard her voice and the longing in her eyes, I couldn't resist. Speaking of which, her voice is perhaps the sexiest aspect of her. Of course she is sexy physically: 34-24-36, with D cup-sized natural breasts, blonde hair and green eyes (her Jewish family has Nordic strains), and she kept herself in shape religiously. Yet, even though she was 30 years old, she has the voice of a little girl. It is amazing to see this strikingly beautiful, fully mature woman who sounded like a twelve-year-old when she spoke. So there she was, looking at me with a hint of desperation, speaking to me with that soft, beautiful voice. My eyes met hers lovingly, and I gave her the first truly loving kiss she had ever gotten by another man. She wanted me so badly. She moaned and pleaded with me to take her, and that night I obliged her. That night she experienced true love with a man for the first time with me. She was so submissive; she was limp in my arms as I picked her up to take her to her bedroom. She held onto my neck as I carried her, breathing heavily, still moaning with her soft, sexy voice. As I laid Lainie onto her grand bed, she writhed slowly, and tucked her knees inward toward herself, inviting me sexually to her body. I lay with her for a few moments, kissing her and fondling her ample breasts. As I did this, I unbuttoned her blouse and skirt—she NEVER wore women's trousers, as she felt they were not feminine. Lainie had been ready for me from the first moment I kissed her, but I wanted her to remember this first time with me. I wanted her to know what it felt like to be with a man who truly loved her. Upon my removing her bra and thong panties (she loved the way she felt in them), she again writhed slowly, moaning and opening her shaved pussy for me to ravage her. Lainie was truly a woman of stark contrasts. She was a very religious, faithful Jewish maiden, yet she loved being beautiful and her physical attributes. In spite of her upbringing that taught her to be modest and pure, she loved to wear sexy Frederick's of Hollywood lingerie, often posed in the mirror looking at herself wearing it, and she loved having a shaved pussy (which she referred to as her "princess"). The feel of her pussy being shaved made her feel "clean," so she said. I just cupped my hand over her pubic region, and rubbed it for a few moments, listening to her moan a bit more, before going down on her. I had never eaten shaved pussy before, and it was incredible—doing it with the lovely, sexy woman who I had longed to make love to ever since I had gotten to know her. She was truly the woman I had always wanted—a woman who was my spiritual and intellectual equal, and she was my perfect physical ideal to boot. She was so wet, and I lapped up her fluids and aroused her clitoris and other vaginal parts. That night I discovered her nipples where the puffy-kind and it was almost like she had two smaller additional pink breasts that sprung forth from her larger bosoms. I massaged Lainie's breasts and sucked her puffs until they became hard. She had always wanted to enjoy being enjoyed by a man she loved, and who loved her, and she reveled in my making her lovely body feel more beautiful than it had ever felt in her life. After all the pain she had experience by men, she had finally found one who wanted to treat her the way she had always wanted. Then, she broke her pattern of moans with the words "please enter me!" She asked me to take my penis (I had completely disrobed myself by this time, and she saw that it was fully erect) and enter her. I do not pride myself with the size of my penis, but I am not ashamed of it either. It's larger than average (7 ½"), and being circumcised certainly helped being with a Jewish woman. As she asked, she again drew her knees inward towards her, and invited me in. In preparation for doing so, I salivated on my hand, rubbed it on her smooth pussy to pick up some additional lubrication, and coated the mixture onto my engorged cock, which looked and felt bigger and harder than it had ever been. I wasn't going to tease Lainie by rubbing my cock on her pussy lips, forcing her to plead further for me to put it in. She wanted me, and I was going to oblige her completely. She had told me before that she was tight, but I guess I had never experienced tightness before that night. My penis isn't really big, but putting it into her made it seem like it was. As I entered her, she let out a soft moan of ecstasy. Everything Lainie ever did (no matter what it was) was done in the most feminine manner any woman could ever do it, and her actions as I made love to her was no exception. She never shouted out, screamed, or otherwise dropped her soft, feminine side. She was gentle, lovely, and the epitome of femininity throughout our first sexual session, and it was a total turn on to me. As I entered her slowly, fully for the first time, it almost seemed like she was already climaxing, although I wasn't sure (she wasn't either because she had never experience an orgasm before). Her body became less relaxed, and her breath quickened, just by my entering her. Rather than doing the normal pumping action during intercourse, I just held my penis still inside of her, drew near to her, kissing her neck and breasts, and listened to her sexy breathing—becoming more aroused by the second. After a moment of doing this, I heard Lainie's soft, beautiful voice whisper "I love you my John!" Upon hearing this, I kissed her full lips, and allowed my loins do what they wanted to do instinctively. I had never felt so incredible as I felt that night making beautiful love to Lainie, my Lainie. Everything about it was so perfect. Her "princess" drew me in, filling me with sensations I had never felt before. I must have experienced two orgasms during intercourse before even ejaculating. My entire body seized-up and trembled uncontrollably, but not a single drop of semen left my body as I did so. Everything, where I was, the whole atmosphere, and the bounty of sexual sensations were so overwhelming. The feeling bordered on a religious experience. Meanwhile, Lainie held her eyes tightly closed, moaning and whimpering as she felt my thick, ridged cock slide within her tight, totally aroused vaginal region. This was the first time she had ever experienced intercourse without feeling complete fear and trepidation, and she was in heaven. She wept as we made love, but I knew they were tears of joy rather than tears of pain. It was a wonderful experience for both of us. After I had climaxed twice (yet to lose a single drop of semen), I softly asked her if she would like to be on top. This suggestion appealed to her, and for the first time that night she became playful as she guided me onto my back, and guided my cock back inside of her. This was obviously something she had always wanted to do, after having to be the submissive partner for so long. She was finally able to please herself with a man the way she had always wanted, and the smile on her face expressed the joy that was welling up inside her soul. I loved seeing her enjoying the moment, touching her full, firm breasts, and feeling her beautiful "princess" embracing me. I knew the moment was approaching when the sperm in my penis was going to burst forth, and I let Lainie know that it I was going to come soon. We weren't married, and I didn't want for her becoming pregnant to become a problem that she didn't want to face. Yet, she kept riding my cock, biting her lower lip, and moaning softly. She was going to climax soon too, and she wasn't going to let anything to interrupt that. I certainly wasn't going to ruin the moment for her. I held back, doing everything I knew how to keep from ejaculating until I knew she had reached climax. Then, finally she threw back her head, let out a soft heavy sigh, and her body trembled in ecstasy. This was all I could take! My penis erupted like a volcano, sending streams of sperm-loaded semen deep within her. This intensified her orgasm further, as she let out the quietest, softest "scream" I had ever heard. It was as though she were trying to scream and inhale at the same time. After what seemed like a minute of mutual orgasm, Lainie lowered herself atop of my chest, and sighed. We spent the next hour or so just expressing our love for one-another with gentle words and touches, which helped to bond us together. We made love twice that night, but most of all we became committed towards one-another forever. Since no Rabbi would marry us, she became a Christian and we married in a church. Her family didn't like it, but after all, it was they who put her through all the hell she had experienced in the first place. This all happened last year and Lainie has already given me a handsome, perfect baby son. Lainie's parents are warming up to the idea of having me as their son, and her elder children from her previous marriage completely love me. No life could be more perfect than mine could—here on this crazy, mixed-up planet. I am one with my Lainie—truly the most beautiful, wonderful woman that has ever existed. My Princess, My Slut Her fat udders swung from side to side like pendulums as she crawled across the floor wearing nothing but a black studded leather collar, engraved with the word Slut on the back, and matching leather wrist and ankle cuffs. Her pretty hazel/green eyes gazed up at me with a bright sparkle but behind that they looked vacant as if her mind had gone off to a far away place. I returned her stare with sharp penetrating eyes and a firm upper lip. Outwardly I appeared calm and in control but inside my heart was racing and adrenaline was coursing through my veins. I'd first met her nearly a decade earlier at a bar in Boston. We'd both been married then but we developed an instant connection and what followed was a torrid yearlong affair. We both felt like fate had brought us together and it seemed to both of us that we'd known each other long before the day we met. Sexually we were cut from the same cloth. We were both freaks with an affinity for BDSM and a desire to try most anything and to push our limits. We both identified as switch but we both actually preferred the submissive role so we took turns taking on the dominant one. "What do you want Princess Slut?" I teased in a calm even tone. I felt my heart pounding fiercely in my chest and my cock began to swell as I watched her kneel at my feet. Her bottom lip quivered slightly and she sucked half of it into her mouth, chewing on it nervously. The fresh sweet scent of her body wafted up and over me making it hard to concentrate but I looked down at her with a facade of indifference and distain. The truth was that I loved her and I always had, even during the years when we were apart, and I had always dreamed that we'd find our way back to the mix of comfort, discomfort, passion and contentment we had shared from the start. "Your cock Sir," she replied in a small trembling voice. I could tell that her entire being was engrossed in her submission. She was in it deep and I liked seeing it. It hadn't been easy to dominate, punish and humiliate her at first. It didn't come naturally and it wasn't until I had an epiphany one night during a session that I was able to fully appreciate how much she enjoyed and craved those things. "Do you deserve my cock?" I asked as I slid my hands down my broad muscular chest and across my flat stomach. I was 45 but I'd worked hard to get myself into shape and it had finally all come together in the months before we reconnected. Years of push ups, pull ups, dips, burpies and skating had kept me in shape but it wasn't until I changed my diet that I found the hard body that had been hiding since my late thirties. "That is your decision Sir," she stated in a pleading tone. Her mouth parted and she lowered her sexy round ass to the hardwood floor and perched like a begging dog at my feet. She'd always had a magnificent curvy body with big natural tits, a trim waist and full hips but in our time apart she had lost some weight and toned her shapely body into a perfect sexual instrument. I was unsure which way I preferred her delicious body but it didn't matter because to me she was beauty personified and I craved everything about her, mind body and soul. Her tongue hovered at her lips as if she was trying to taste my scent on its rough surface. Her nostrils flared and she inhaled sharply drawing it into her lungs. Her pretty eyes fluttered betraying her every thought to my knowing gaze. "I should make you beg," I teased and I flashed a rare and fleeting smile at the disappointed look on her beautiful face. Her sadness was easily seen on her quivering lips and it simultaneously excited me and forced me to take pity on my beautiful girl Slut. I laced my fingers into her long dark hair and pulled her face roughly towards my hard eager cock. As difficult as it had been to truly dominate her before my epiphany I had always enjoyed getting a little rough with her. We had dabbled with choking, slapping and talked about knife and violet wand play before we'd broken up years earlier but since I had become comfortable dominating her I had grown to love the dynamic between me as a Dom and the woman that I loved more than words could possibly express as my devoted and willing sub. Her lips opened wide and my cock slipped into her hungry mouth. A soft whimper spilled from her supple lips and again my heart filled with a mix of love and desire. I quickly hid my emotions and gripped her head tighter. My muscular forearms flexed as I pulled her lips down my big, pulsating cock. I felt her throat open to accept my dick inside it and her painted pink lips closed around the base of my manhood. My pulse quickened and I held her there for several long seconds before releasing her for a moment. She choked and gagged as tears streamed down her cheeks taking her mascara with it and making her nose run freely. She gasped and inhaled deep, filling her lungs with much needed oxygen before I pulled her mouth back down to the root of my needy cock. Her hands were obediently clasped behind her back and her gorgeous eyes looked up at me with unfaltering adoration as my hips began to jog slowly fore and aft. Her chokes and gags, mixed with moans and mews, filled the room and my balls slapped rhythmically against her chin. I felt my body respond to her mouth and I slowed my pace. I was in no hurry to cum and besides I knew how much she craved my cum so denying her that pleasure was part of the experience. A generous quantity of saliva and snot had spilled from her nose and lips coating my cock and balls with clear viscous fluid. The rich fragrant scent of her arousal hung in the air and I pulled her roughly to her feet. Her makeup was a mess and her eyes were watery and bloodshot but still she looked radiant and beautiful. I had fallen in love with her within weeks of meeting her and every time I saw her I fell deeper. I wiped the mascara away from her cheeks and kissed her forehead letting her know that she was mine and I loved her for it. I saw a tear well up in her right eye and more followed. She sniffled and started to sob and I wrapped my strong arms around her, letting her bask in the security of my loving presence. Her chest heaved and a flood of emotions rose to the surface. Her tears soaked my chest and my erection deflated but we both knew that there would be plenty of time to play when her tearful release was over. "I'm sorry Sir," she said in a soft whisper. Her tiny voice shook with tremolo and she looked into my eyes with a warm sincerity that I could feel to my core. "Shhh," I comforted. My left hand rubbed her back and my right stroked her hair until her sobbing ceased. "Better?" I asked. I was in no rush. We had all night and in fact we had a lifetime. It had taken us nearly eight years to find our way back to each other and I had no intention of letting her slip from my grasp again. I would grow old with her and she with me. "Yes Sir, I don't know what came over me," she said with a sheepish smile. "It's an emotional time my Princess. For both of us," I answered honestly. There was a time for her to be my Pet and a time for her to be my Slut but this was a time for her to be my Princess. We had both suffered when we were apart and we had both struggled at times since we had reunited. The emotions felt by a submissive, I had learned, were much more intense and a good Dom must be in tuned with the needs of his submissive. Trust is the key to the dynamic and not understanding her needs could destroy that trust and poison the relationship. Her face lit up as my words momentarily quelled her fears. "Do you want to continue," I asked in a calm, emotionless tone. "Yes please," she replied as she smiled weakly. The radiant glow had returned to her beautiful yet disheveled face and I led her to our bed. "Where do you want it my Pet?" I asked as I picked up a small bottle of wet lube letting her know exactly what I expected. "In my ass," she replied excitedly. We had talked about anal a lot when we were first together but while we had tried it a few times she'd been too tight to fit my cock back there. In the years that we were apart she had worked on stretching her sphincter and while she'd had and enjoyed anal many times before our reconciliation I had yet to do it with her since. She crawled onto the bed and raised her beautiful round ass while lowering her head to the pillow. I'd never seen a prettier sight in my life and I knelt behind her with my freshly stiffened cock in my hand. "Mmm," she mewed as I drizzled cool lube down the crack of her ass. My fingers teased the sensitive flesh around her sphincter and her perineum making her moan wantonly. Her ass wiggled impatiently and I slapped it hard leaving a bright red hand print on her creamy white flesh. I had a burning desire to run my tongue over her ass to further her wait so I bent down behind her and plunged my tongue into her tight ass. "Oh god," she sighed loudly as I enthusiastically licked and tongue fucked her nether regions. I eased two fingers inside the warm elastic embrace of her ass. She quickly adjusted to my long thick fingers and then I pushed a third digit inside her stretching her wide in preparation for my heavy throbbing dick. "I think you're ready my Pet," I said in a deep soothing voice. I continued to slide three fingers into her depths and her moans became raspy and more needy with each pump of my hand. "Mmm hmm," she moaned and squealed like an excited puppy who was on the verge of wetting herself. "Beg for my cock Slut," I teased. I slathered lube over the length of my bare throbbing dick. I rubbed the smooth, spongy tip against her sphincter driving her wild with desire. "Please Sir," she groaned excitedly, "I need your big cock in my ass. I'll be a good girl and do anything you want." She looked back at me over her shoulder and pleaded with her soulful eyes. I opened my mouth and drooled spit into her almost gaping hole. It was a lewd gesture reminiscent of a time when I'd drooled into her mouth after she told me she was thirsty when we were having sex. That had been our first weekend together and I still remembered every detail as though it had happened yesterday. I pushed my hips forward and gripped her firmly, easing my cock inside her. Her sphincter offered a token resistance before allowing my dick inside her with a noticeable pop. A long low groan rose from her chest and I steadily fed the entire length of my manhood into her depths. I'd never fucked a woman's ass before and I was surprised at how different it was from a pussy. Her sphincter gripped my shaft tighter than and pussy ever had but inside it was lose and warm allowing me to fuck her hard and deep without fear of cumming too soon. My hips slammed against her soft round ass and the sound of slapping flesh filled our ears. Her moans and grunts were raw and animalistic and when I gave her permission to cum she eagerly rubbed her clit in time with my pounding cock. "Oh fuck," she groaned as the first waves of her climax lapped at her trembling body. She tensed and buried her face into the pillow and the intensity of her orgasm hit her like a gut punch. It knocked the wind from her lungs and her ass clenched hard on my pistoning manhood. Her fingers rubbed ferociously against her hard clit and several more waves of pleasure washed over her. I felt the spray of her copious juices surge from her empty cunt and she released a deep guttural cry into the pillow before the final shocks ebbed leaving her momentarily sated. I pulled my cock from her ass and rolled her over onto her back. She had just finished an epic climax but I had just begun. "Clean my cock," I ordered sternly. I knelt beside her head and guided my dick to her open mouth. She sucked eagerly on my dick for several long minutes until it was clean enough to enter her suddenly ravenous cunt. I laid on top of her and guided my dick into the velvety warm embrace of her molten core. Her eyes looked up at me with love and desire and I paused, balls deep inside her. My lips met hers in a torrid wet kiss. Our tongues entwined and I began to pump my hips slowly. My hands slid up her body, moving under her shoulders and embracing her tightly not just with my arms but with my entire body. We kissed deeply and her hips thrust to meet mine. I still remembered her moves and I could tell that she was approaching a second climax. "Do you want to cum," I asked in a firm businesslike tone. I pumped my hips faster and rose up onto my outstretched arms. Our eyes met and hers were filled with pure unadulterated need. "Yes Sir," she panted. Her breathing labored and her voice trembled. "Please," she squeaked. I moved my right hand to her throat and squeezed it tight, restricting her air flow as I thrust my cock into her creamy wet cunt. Her beautiful eyes grew wide and she shook her head. I squeezed tighter and her face turned red. Her body tensed and released several times in rapid succession and then it shook violently as an intense orgasm took her to a far off place. I released my grip on her throat and kissed her again. My tongue traced her top lip and she shuddered weakly. Her body was soaked with sweat and she was almost totally limp but inside her cunt clenched my dick as if she was doing keegle exercises. "Cum inside me Master," she panted. Her fingers clutched at my sides and her nails raked my flesh leaving deep red welts in their wake. "I'm close Slut," I barked. I felt my toes curl and my ass clenched as I fought to prolong the inevitable. "Please Sir, I want to feel it inside me." The need in her voice was clear and truth be told I wanted nothing more that to pump an enormous load of cum inside her womb. I'd never felt closer to her, or to anyone, than I felt when I had cum inside her. "Cum for me Sir," she chanted as though she was in a trance. "Cum for me Sir." I felt a warm euphoria wash over me and I released a long deep groan as I deposited my seed into her welcoming womb. My climax was powerful and the volume of my cum shot felt epic. I collapsed on top of her and mashed my lips to hers. My hands cupped her pretty face and I looked into her eyes with more intense emotions than I'd ever felt before. "Wow," I said breathlessly. I was drained and spent. I propped myself up on my elbows and we continued to kiss lightly as my cock deflated inside her.