Another hot weekend – Sunday

Sunday, December 06, 2015

I get out of bed, walk to the bathroom and do what I have to do. Walk back and crawl back in bed.
“I have to go too,” Princess sighs.

I close my eyes. Sleep, where are you?

We are walking though a long hallway, Princess and I. At one side huge paintings. Portraits of noblemen, knights, clergy. Lit moonlight falling through huge windows opposite the paintings.
I hold her hand, Princess in a gorgeous evening dress, me black tie.
Footsteps behind us.
“Come,” I whisper and pull Princess into a recess.
I hold Princess’s, her back towards me. Quickly I slide a blindfold over head.
“Make no sound,” I insist.
The footsteps stop.
“Is she hot?”
“Yes,” I answer.
“Good.” The voice is deep, very masculine. “But I want to make sure.”
“Be my guest.”
I kick against Princess’s ankles, opening her legs. Princess shivers when I grab her hair and pull her head back, her ear near my mouth.
“Lift up your dress,” I hiss, my voice hoarse in excitement. “But do it sl
owly.”

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“Mmmm,” Princess mumbles when she gets back in bed.
Her body is warm, soft and delicious.
I am hard. I am aroused by what trickled in my imagination just before embracing sleep.

Princess’s phone beeps. She sighs, checks it then crawls as close as she can against me, falls asleep. I feel my cock press painfully against the small of her back. The bedroom is filled with the smell of sex. It is still dark outside.

Oh fuck it, I think and push Princess on her back, push her legs apart with my knee and slide in her. I move ever so slowly.
“Oh, Milord, this is simply delicious,” she says with a sleepy voice.

I fuck and fuck and Princess laces one orgasm after another. I go on for ten, maybe fifteen minutes.

“Sleep,” I tell her and lie next to her, spoon her, my hands around Princess.

It is about ten.
We wake up.

“Good morning, Princess,” I say with a smile while sliding my hard cock in her hungry and wet core.
“Good morning, Milord.”
Once again we make love and fuck and make love.
I can’t stop.
This feels so good.
I could go on fucking Princess till I drop dead.

After her thirtieth-something orgasm I roll of her. Lie on my back.
Princess kisses me, sitting on all fours.
I reach out, between her thighs. She is wet. We kiss, I slide my finger in her, then two while my thumb teases her clit.
She moans, whimpers, sighs and I notice how all what I do has a maddening effect on Princess.

“Imagine,” I say, “pushing my fingers even deeper, “being fucked by a stranger? Can you feel his hands on your hips while you kiss me?”
Princess closes her eyes, bites her lips. My words torment her fantasy.

“Can you imagine how I would enjoy feeling his movements trough your body, your breasts bouncing? Your lips on my slightly moving on his rhythm? Do you feel his fingernails in your skin?”

I feel her pussy tightening round my fingers.

“Would you enjoy sucking my cock while being doggy fucked by a stranger, slut?” I grunt.

The effect is instantaneous.
I feel her juices run along my fingers, forearm.
Then Princess collapses next to me.
Breathless she is, Princess.
Exhausted she is, the poor thing.

I go on and on. Fucking and mind playing Princess.

Finally, I pleasure myself while Princess licks my nipples. I cum, she drinks it with pleasure and love.
We kiss and I taste myself. So fucking hot.
Yet is it not the same anymore.
Pleasuring, torturing, pushing Princess to her limits, is far more pleasurable and satisfying than my orgasm.
Interesting.

We get out of bed and shower.

Little A. is already studying in the living room.
I make coffee.

Then we leave, I have to drop Princess at her place. But first we go shopping. It has been a while since we did this very mundane thing.

I love every second of it.
After all I am with Princess.
She is my life, my world.
Princess is my Holy Grail.
My everything.

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Found on http://deccadent.com/
(c) Marc Dorcel

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