0 comments/ 10525 views/ 7 favorites The Princess Ch. 02 By: ViciousTease Thursday night: opening ceremony We left Thursday afternoon on a work trip, two men, the princess, and me. The boys took the van with all of the display equipment. The princess and I took a separate car. Thursday night we shared a room. Friday and Saturday were planned far enough in advance that we all had our own rooms, but Thursday was a last minute add-on so we had to double up. All through our presentations, she would smile at me - that smile that I later learned means she is thinking of naughty things. I was thinking them, too. After work was finished, we went out for dinner as a group. It was nice to spend some time together away from the office. The boys were in high spirits, enjoying a night of freedom from their wives and children. I was having a good time, but was nervous about the night ahead. I'd never been with a woman before. It's not something I'd ever really even considered outside of my most private fantasies. I did what I always do when nerves threaten to take over, I took charge of the situation. I told the group I was tired and wanted to turn in. The boys grumbled a bit, but soon we were leaving the restaurant. Back at the hotel, we said goodnight to the guys and headed upstairs. As soon as we were in the room, she closed the door and pushed me back against it, kissing me hard. I laughed. She made a pouting face and I laughed harder. She stepped back, a confused expression, but didn't say anything. I grinned. "We've got all night, princess. No need to hurry this time. And I want to see you." I walked past her and went to sit on the side of the bed. As she turned to face me, I said, "You are mine tonight. Show me what is mine." She smiled and obeyed, pulling her sweater off first. It was snug, dragging against her breasts as she took it off, making them bounce just a bit. I tried to swallow but my mouth felt dry. She reached back and unzipped her skirt, letting it fall to the floor. She took a step toward me. "No, princess. Show me." She stopped and looked down, obviously nervous. I said, "You take my breath away. So beautiful. Let me see you." Eyes still on the floor, she reached behind her to unfasten her bra. As the tension was released the fabric shifted, slipping down just enough that I could almost see her nipples. Almost. I moaned softly. She glanced up as she reached for the straps and pulled them off, letting the bra fall away. Her nipples were already hard. Mine hardened in response. I couldn't look away. "Ahh, princess, you are stunning. Show me more. Please." She smiled, but I could tell she was anxious. She hesitated for a few moments. I didn't say anything, didn't push. Finally, with a deep breath, she slid her panties down over her hips and let them fall to the floor. She kicked them to the side and then looked at me, her eyes locked with mine. Again, she took a step forward. I shook my head no as I stood up. I pulled my dress off and tossed it aside. I wasn't wearing a bra, just panties. I left them on and sat back down. I whispered, "Come here." She walked over, stopping just in front of me, her eyes still on mine. I was nervous as I reached out to her, placing my hands on her hips. She was so beautiful. With some effort, I looked down slowly, taking it all in. I wanted to kiss and nibble all that I saw. Her long, slender neck, her chest, those delicious nipples, each demanded my attention. Her stomach was flat, but soft ... so soft. And her hips flared just right. I slid my hands around and down over her ass. She moaned, but I didn't look up. I looked lower, at the tiny little triangle of curls perched just above her smooth, bare pussy. I'd never really looked at a woman this way before. I honestly didn't know what to do. I glanced up at her and I must have looked puzzled because she giggled. I slid my hands back around, sliding them up over her stomach, higher, cupping a breast in each. They were perfect, a little more than I could hold. I released one and used the free hand to pull her down into my lap. Leaning forward, I took her waiting nipple between my lips, kissing it softly. She moaned and arched her back. Ahh, her nipples were just as sensitive as mine. I wanted more. Needed more. I closed my lips over it again, sucking gently this time, pulling it deeper into my mouth. When I slid my tongue against it, she trembled. It was amazing. I knew exactly what she was feeling. I knew exactly what she wanted, what she needed. I wasn't nervous anymore. I pulled my lips away and laid back on the bed, taking her with me. As she slid back toward the pillows, I crawled across after her. I can only imagine that I looked like an animal stalking her that way. She was grinning. I didn't care, I just wanted her. I didn't stop until I was straddling her, my ass nestled against her pussy as I took her nipple in my mouth again. I wasn't gentle this time. I sucked it hard, flicking my tongue back and forth quickly. She began to moan, trying to move her hips. There was nowhere for the princess to go. She was pinned beneath me and every time she wiggled, it rubbed her pussy against mine. I bit her, not too hard, but it was enough to make her jerk her hips. I moaned. So did she. I released her nipple and went after the other one, teasing it the same way. She was moaning and thrusting up against me. It was driving me crazy! I slid my right hand down between us, slipping a finger between her lips. She was so damn wet. When I slid my finger against her clit, she almost growled. It was the sexiest sound I'd ever heard. Her clit was already hard and swollen, the way mine gets when I'm close. I knew she wouldn't last long. I slid lower, sinking my finger deep into her pussy. She immediately started squeezing. God, she was so close. I pushed another finger in slowly, letting my thumb brush against her clit, making her growl again. Instinctively, I thrust my hips against hers, against my hand. When I did, I slid down on my little finger, hitting my clit. "Ahh, Fuck." I lost the ability to think, to control anything. I abandoned her nipple and sat up, riding her, grinding down against her, my fingers pushing deep into her pussy with each thrust, my thumb sliding against her clit, pinky finger sliding against mine. I rode her hard and fast. It didn't take long before she was crying out, bucking against me as she came. I came then, hearing her, feeling her squeezing my fingers. It was too much. I came hard. The rest of the night was more of the same. We took turns touching each other. It was all hands and it was amazing. The Princess Ch. 03 Friday: Taste Test We made love again that morning. Still just fingers, but slowly this time. We were lying on our sides, facing each other. Soft, gentle kisses, each with a hand teasing and torturing the other. It was a long, slow burn as we tried to match our thrusts. She came before I did. I liked that. Watching her cum fueled my own orgasm. I showered quickly and dressed in a red lace thong and matching bra, snug Levi's, a v-neck Texas Rangers t-shirt, and boots. We were working at a sports themed event that day. I went back into the bedroom and sat on the bed to brush out my hair, letting it dry naturally. The princess went to take her shower. She was in the bathroom for well over an hour. I was getting annoyed. I'd applied a little makeup, pulled my hair back in a low pony tail, and put on a Rangers ball cap. It took maybe 10 minutes. What on earth could take so damn long! We had planned to leave almost 30 minutes earlier. The boys were going to be pissed. They'd already called twice. She finally came out of the bathroom and I literally growled. It was worth the wait. She had her hair pulled back in a high pony tail. Her makeup was simple, sweet. She wore a v-neck t-shirt similar to my own, but tighter, with just a hint of cleavage visible. She had on a red skirt. On me it would have been knee length but with her long legs it was mid-thigh and snug on those curves. My mouth was watering. She was so fucking sexy. I wanted to take her back to bed and spend the day there. The phone rang again, the boys getting impatient. I walked over to her and kissed her hard, deep, until she was moaning. Then we left for "work". It was the longest day ever. She was so hot I couldn't think of anything but her. After we finished and packed up all of the gear, we went to dinner with the boys again. Another fun time, but I was anxious to get back to the hotel. We made it back around 9pm. We each went to our own rooms. She called me and said she'd be over as soon as she was sure the boys were in for the night. Discretion was important to both of us. I was wearing just my bra and panties when she finally came to my room. It was after midnight. She was still in her work outfit, but barefoot. Somehow, that was even hotter. Maybe I'd just been thinking about it too long. I let her in, then pushed her back against the door as she had done me the night before. She giggled. I kissed her and then dropped to me knees. She giggled again, looking mischievous. I pushed her skirt up to her waist. She wasn't wearing any panties. I glanced up at her. "Did you go without panties all day?" She giggled again, whispering, "Yes." "Dammit, you should have told me." I leaned close, kissing the top of her thighs, one and then the other. I slid a hand up the back of her right leg, behind her knee, lifting it and resting her leg on my shoulder, giving me a better view. She really is beautiful, her lips are full, closing over her pussy, keeping it hidden. I placed a hand on either side, using my thumbs to pull her lips open wide so I could see ... so beautiful. I leaned in again, slowly licking one plump lip and then the other. She was wet, so wet I got a little taste of her just from licking this way. She moaned. I grinned. I was still so nervous about this, but I wanted to please her. I wanted to make her cum. I slowly licked from bottom to top, just the tip of my tongue sliding between her soft folds. The taste, god help me, it was so good. Sort of tangy, earthy ... so good. I licked her again, slipping my tongue a little deeper this time. When I reached the top, I found her clit, already hard and swollen. Good grief, she runs hot so fast. I sucked it between my lips for just a second and she growled, my favorite of her sounds. I wanted more. I slid my tongue deep, curling it inside her sweetness, rubbing the top wall of her pussy with the tip of my tongue. She slid her hands into my hair, tangling her fingers in it, shoving my face hard against her. She growled again. I moaned, sending vibrations deep inside her. She went wild, grinding her hips forward as she held my face tightly in place. I pulled my tongue out, replacing it with two fingers as I went searching for her clit. I wanted to suck on it so badly, but I didn't. Not yet. I needed to play. I was finger fucking her tight little pussy slowly, so slowly. I began slipping my tongue over and under her clit, my tongue ring dragging against it with each lick. She squeezed down on my fingers, her hands tightening in my hair as she cried out, cumming on my face. I sucked her clit then, hard, rubbing my tongue ring against it as I sucked, riding out her orgasm. When she stopped trembling I licked her again. The taste was different, almost sweet. I didn't know. God, I had no idea. I licked her clean, taking every drop of her sweet cum. I wanted more. She jerked my hair hard, pulling me away. I looked up at her and her eyes were fierce. She looked almost angry. She was nearly growling, "Take your fucking clothes off and get on the bed, now." I did, quickly. She stripped her clothes off as she made her way to the bed. She didn't waste any time. She ate me out. I hate that expression, so vulgar, but there is no better way to describe it. She was not gentle. When she added fingers, she was even rougher. It was almost painful the way she pushed me, forcing me to cum hard and fast, again and again. I moaned. I screamed. I even cried at some point. She didn't stop until I was sore. Then I flipped her onto her back and took my revenge. We didn't sleep at all that night. At all. We took turns pleasing and punishing each other. She left me at 6am to get back in her room before the others were out and about. I showered and dressed quickly, anxious to see her again. Of course, the princess took an eternity to get ready. My princess is high maintenance, but always worth the wait. The Princess Ch. 04 Saturday: The End of the Road Saturday was a very long day. We drove from San Antonio to Houston, barely arriving in time. We set up for our first round of presentations. The entire group was tired, but we were all in high spirits and having a good time. The first presentation ended at 6pm. The next started at 7 and we had to break down, drive over to the high school, and get set up in an hour. It was hectic, to say the least. We worked together and got it done, barely. The princess and I had walked back out to get the last box of flyers. On the way back in, I noticed one of the football coaches coming down the hallway. I glanced at him and smiled as he passed. We'd made it to the end of the hall when he shouted, "Freckles!" I turned. He was already walking back toward us. "It's really you, isn't it? I can't believe it!" It took me a minute to recognize him. We'd dated briefly when I was in high school. I hadn't seen him in years. When he reached me, he picked me up and spun me around, the way he'd always done. I laughed, smiling down at him. It was one of those moments when you feel like you've stepped back in time. We chatted for a few more minutes until the guys came looking for us. He asked the obvious questions; what are you doing here? how long will you be in town? I answered as quickly as I could. I really needed to get in there and start my presentation. He gave me his number and wished me luck as I hurried in to get things started. I was a little on edge after being sidetracked, but I got the presentation started and before long I was back on task. That's when I noticed him. He'd decided to stay for the presentation. It was a sweet gesture, especially given the fact that it is a very dull presentation intended for counselors and administrators. He was smiling and occasionally making faces at me. It really was like high school all over again. I glanced over at the princess, but she wasn't looking at me. I soon realized that she wouldn't look at me. Shit. The princess wasn't happy and I had no clue what was wrong. The presentation ended and there were polite claps from the group. He stood up and cheered like an idiot. I blushed like a teenager. The princess pouted. A light bulb went off in my head when I realized why she was upset. Shit. This was our last night together and she's pissed off. I started to get pissed, too. She'd made me wait until after midnight the night before. While I was sitting alone waiting, she'd been on the phone with her husband giving him all of the details of our adventures. I'd tried not to let that bother me, but now she had the nerve to get mad because I'd talked with an old friend for a few minutes? I didn't say anything as we started to break down and get things ready to load up. He came over and offered to help. I refused, but the guys accepted and we were packed in record time. He asked if I had plans for dinner. I looked at the gang and said we were all going out. The boys, who were well aware of my separation and that I haven't been dating, quickly said I should go and have fun. They said they'd be fine, they didn't mind at all. The princess was silent. I tried to refuse, saying I needed to stay with them. We needed to talk about work. He offered to take the entire group out to dinner, his treat. The guys quickly refused, insisting I go on my "date." Again, silence from the princess. I made one last attempt to back out, saying I hated to leave her alone with the boys. She finally spoke, "Just go." It pissed me off, so I did. We went to Wendy's. I know, doesn't sound like much of a date. It was though. That's where we'd gone on our first date, so many years ago. I was touched that he'd remembered. He even remembered I would order a small frosty and dip my fries in it. I had a terrific time. It was fun catching up. He was going through a divorce also, so we were both alone, yet unavailable. It was just nice to be able to talk to someone who understood what I was going through. After dinner, he drove me back to the hotel. I didn't invite him up. I could tell he was a little disappointed, but he was very gracious about it. He gave me another spin, kissed my cheek, and said goodbye. I was back in my room shortly after 10pm. I called the princess and told her I was back. I invited her over. She said, "I'll think about it," and hung up the phone. Shit. I stripped and crawled in to bed. I was irritated. And I was horny, as usual. I tried watching TV for a while. I got bored with that and played on Lit for a while. That was a terrible idea. Lit has a way of making horny worse, not better. I finally gave up and got my vibrator out of my suitcase. I had just crawled back into bed with it when she knocked softly on the door. Shit! I didn't even bother to get dressed. I opened the door and stood there, waiting. She just looked at me. For several moments we just stared. Finally, she said, "I'm sorry. I was jealous." I said, "You are married. Don't talk to me about being fucking jealous." "Please," she whispered, "this is our last night ... I don't want to fight with you." "Well, what the hell do you want from me then?" "Please, baby, just let me in. I'm sorry." I stepped back and let her in. As I closed the door, I told her to get undressed and get in bed. I walked over to her slowly. I was still angry. But I wanted her. I wanted to punish her for making me wait. I wanted to make her sorry that this was our last night together. And I wanted to take my time, enjoying every moment, making every second memorable. I wanted to be tender, but I also wanted to fuck her senseless. I told her all of it, exactly what I was feeling. She whispered, "Fuck me senseless, then we can take our time." I laid down beside her, not touching her. I just stared at her for a while. She was so beautiful and so infuriating. I grabbed the vibrator and handed it to her as I leaned over and kissed her, softly. I slid a hand up to her breast, squeezing it, pinching her nipple, tugging on it. I wasn't gentle. I wanted to be, but I wasn't. I just couldn't. I moved my hand down, parting her thighs. As I brushed against her slit, I could feel the moisture there. She was already wet. "I'm going to touch you. And taste you. When you are ready for me to fuck you, you can hand me the vibrator. It's up to you. But I won't be gentle. If you hand it to me, I am going to fuck you, hard and fast. I will be brutal. Don't expect me to be kind. Do you understand?" I didn't wait for an answer. I moved lower, kneeling between her thighs. I grabbed her knees and pulled them up, then pushed them open wide. I slid my right hand down her thigh, slowly, stopping just shy of her lips. I traced them with my thumb, sliding it up and down, up and down. She sighed softly. I pushed my thumb in, parting her lips, and slid it up to her clit. It was already hard and swollen. Of course. I pressed against it, firm pressure, and then slid my thumb back and forth. She began to moan. I applied more pressure. She tried to thrust her hips against my hand, but I wasn't having it. I placed my left hand just below her belly button and pressed her down against the mattress. I started rubbing her clit faster. She was moaning loud, so close, wiggling beneath my hands. I pressed her down harder, holding her still as I pushed her over the edge. She came quickly. I didn't stop. She'd barely come off of one orgasm when the next one hit. She screamed, begging me to fuck her, but she didn't hand me the vibrator so I just kept rubbing. As soon as she came off of the second orgasm, I grabbed her hips, lifting them to my lips. She slipped her legs over my shoulders, as I slid my tongue in, going straight for her clit again. I sucked on it, hard, sliding my tongue ring over and under it, again and again, as I sucked. I was rough, maybe too rough. I didn't stop though. I sucked and tongued her clit until she screamed time and again. I could hear her mumbling, moaning, growling, screaming, begging me to stop, begging me for more, begging me to fuck her. I didn't stop. I kept attacking her clit, without mercy, until she reached out to hand me the vibrator. I dropped her, her ass bouncing against the bed, as I grabbed the vibrator out of her hand. "I told you, I won't be gentle. Do you know what you are asking me to do?" She nodded. I slid it in, deep, and back out. She moaned and tried to thrust her hips again. "Hold your legs up ... wide." She placed her hands behind her knees and held them up. "Wider." She spread them as wide as she could. "Good. Now don't move them. Don't drop them." I slid the toy back in, hard. She moaned. "Fuck. This won't be easy for you. I'm sorry, but ..." I started fucking her, hard and fast, driving it in deep over and over again. She was moaning so loud, I thought I'd lose my mind. I just kept going, kept fucking her as hard as I could, slamming into her pussy again and again, until she started to scream, screaming my name. God, I was lost, the sound of my name on her lips driving me crazy. I didn't stop until she'd come back down, until she was completely weak. I tossed the vibrator on the floor and laid down with her, kissing her gently, my hands in her hair. I apologized, many times. She just laughed and said she was satisfied, content. She finally told me to shut up. She'd wanted rough. She loved it. I still felt terrible about it. I rolled over, turning my back to her. I was afraid I was going to cry. I felt her leave the bed. I could hear her shuffling around in the bathroom. I heard water running. I assumed she was getting dressed to leave. When she crawled back into bed, I let out a deep sigh. I didn't realize I'd been holding my breath. She moved in behind me, snuggling close. She began to kiss my neck, nibbling my ear ... She whispered, "Get over yourself, you're not THAT good." I giggled, I couldn't help it. "That's better. I don't like it when you're upset." I sighed. "I'm sorry." She smacked my ass, hard. "No more apologies, woman!" I giggled again. "I'm sorry. I mean ... I don't mean to. Sorry. Ahh, shit." She smacked my ass again, harder. I laughed loud that time. "You like that, don't you," she said as she smacked me again. I laughed harder. "No, I'll be good, I promise! I'm sorry!" She smacked me again. "I said no more apologies!" I rolled over quickly, pinning her beneath me, and started tickling her. She fought back, tickling me. We rolled around, wrestling and tickling, but eventually I lost the fight, I'm a lot more ticklish than she is. When she had me completely pinned down, she showed me the vibrator on the bedside table. She's washed it and had it ready for me. I assumed she meant she had it ready for me to fuck her again. I can only imagine the shocked look on my face. She just grinned and said, softly, "I want to fuck you with it, if you'll let me." I said, "Of course. After what I did to you, I won't say no to anything you ask. I really am sorry." She sighed. "Stop that. It was perfect, exactly what I wanted. Now it's my turn." She slid her hand down, slipping one finger deep, all the way in. "You're so wet, baby. Is that from fucking me?" I nodded. She grinned. "I'm gonna fuck you so good, baby. So slow. You'll be begging for more but you're going to wait. It's gonna be a long time before you cum, but you will cum for me. I promise you that." She picked up the vibe and slid off of me, lying next to me on the bed. "Part your legs for me, baby, just a little bit." I did as she asked. She slipped the very tip of it between my lips, sliding it up and down, getting it wet. "I know you cum fast when I tease your clit. Can you come without it? I mean, just from fucking?" I nodded, whispering, "Sometimes." She grinned, sliding it all the way in. I moaned softly and she pulled out all the way to the tip. Then she slid it back in, very slowly, and back out. I closed my eyes and just concentrated on the feeling. It's so hard for me to cum this way, but it's what she wanted. I was determined to try. She continued to work the vibrator in and out slowly. She kept a steady pace, though I desperately wanted her to go faster. She never sped up. She never turned it on. She just continued thrusting in and out, again and again. She would occasionally switch hands when her arm got tired. It felt so good. So loving. No one has ever ... I've never been treated that way before. Slow and gentle was always just the foreplay portion. It was never the main attraction. It was never about just pleasing me. I was touched. I could feel the hollow ache that told me this was going to break my heart. I also knew it was worth it. She was worth it. She was determined. Bless her heart, she wasn't going to give up. She just kept sliding that vibrator in and out, slow and steady, fucking my tight little pussy like it's the only thing she wanted to do. Like it was the most important thing in the world to her. Like I was the most important thing to her. And it worked. It took well over an hour, but it worked. I was so surprised when I felt the tension starting to build. It was slow, but intense. I've never had an orgasm build so slowly or last that long. By the time the tension finally broke, I was in tears. It was beautiful. Perfect. And it broke my heart, just like I knew it would. We slept for a while after that, holding each other. Then we made love again, no toys. Just kisses and touching. We spent the rest of the night pushing one another to cum again and again. She was still in my bed the first time the boys called saying they were ready to go. She dressed quietly. We kissed, and she went back to her room to pack. It was a very long drive home. We stopped a few times to kiss and touch. Twice we actually parked and had sex in the car. It was hot. Hurried and passionate. Desperate. When we got back to the office we said our goodbyes, kissed softly, and went our separate ways. I see her at work every day. It's hard. Mostly because she wants more and I can't give her that. I was very clear in the beginning that it would just be a weekend, no strings, no ongoing affair. She still wants more. Deep in the hollowest part of my soul, so do I.