“Tell me a story” she said, rolling up against him and looking up with shining eyes, her full round curves pressing against him appealingly. “A story?” he asked, arching one eyebrow suggestively.
“Yes,” she said, “It’s been ages”
This was one of their favorite games together in the long years of their partnership, and it always led to delightful results.
“Let’s see,” he said, scooting back a bit in the large bed they shared and bracing himself against the pillow, so that she could rest her head against his chest while curling herself against him. “How about … *The Disobedient Princess?*”
She wiggled ever so slightly in anticipation. “That sounds delightful!” She exclaimed. “In what ways was she disobedient?”
He settled in – “Long ago, there was a kingdom, and in that kingdom was a Princess – a buxom and promising young woman, who, upon reaching the flower of womanhood, succumbed to the grip of perverse thoughts that seemed to know no bounds… and try as they might, her instructors and advisors could not contain her disgraceful behaviors!”
This was greeted by a surprised “oh!” from his rapt wife. “…what kind of behaviors?”
“They seemed to be no limits to her transgressions! To begin with, she had large full breasts… much like yours… and she could not seem to keep her hands away from them. She was not only constantly feeling them, and suggestively running her hands over them, but would play with her pert, full nipples, making them hard and engorged.”
“Like this?” she asked, slipping one of her full breasts out of her sheer nightgown, cupping it in her hand, and beginning to twirl one of her dark nipples between her fingertips.
He watched, appreciatively, for a second and then caught himself. “Yes, just like that,” he said, clearing his throat, “And of course all of her … activities had scandalized the kingdom and her family, and they were very concerned that she be taught to behave in line with royal standards.”
“Mmmmm” she said, continuing to caress herself absentmindedly.
“And even more scandalous, was the way she played between her legs!”
“How was that?” she asked, feigning innocence.
“Well,” he said, rolling slightly towards her and running his hand down over her full round stomach, down one thigh, and then back up again to part her legs slightly before cupping her mound, and allowing one finger to gently part her full lips while probing the moisture building within. “Something like this, I believe”
“Fuck” she gasped as his finger grazed her clit and then probed deeper in an effort to spread her wetness against her stiffening little button. “And what did they do to cure the princess of these wicked activities?” She cooed suggestively, parting her legs slightly and wiggling her hips up to meet his fingers.
“They sent the princess to study with a young teacher at a far away keep, known to be among the strictest in the land, legendary for his ability to correct the behaviors of even the most unruly young nobles.”
“And what would happen to our princess if she doesn’t learn to behave?” She asked, stifling a moan as his fingers continued to dance and slide against her.
He thought for a moment. “She would be sentenced to pleasure the castle’s 14 stable hands every night for a month. Each of them was a strapping commoner, whose rough and uncouth ways would doubtlessly leave no crevice or orifice unsullied on our princess’s womanly, yet innocent body”
“Oh MY!” she gasped, feeling her wetness flood against his fingers as she imagined the princess’s soft and eager body surrounded by the swarthy stable hands, whose engorged members stretched and probed every available gape and wetness of her wanton frame, before being cast aside into the straw to soak in the many emissions of her several virile partners.
“There are many notable events from her instruction, here, but on this particular day, the one we are including in this story, the princess woke up – as she often did – locked in the grips of many deviant thoughts!”
“Oh no!”
“She was attended to, in accordance to her station, by one of two orderlies: A winsome young nun named Mary (more of her later), and a burly young man by the name of Sven. On this occasion, it would be Sven that came to attend to her morning routine”
“Was that wise?” asked his wife, in between breaths that were growing shallow and ragged as his fingers continued to dabble at her wet pussy, and she began to entertain her own deviant thoughts.
“Of course not” laughed her lover, pausing his narrative to kiss the nape of her neck and momentarily withdrawing his fingers inside of her to caress her thighs, her ample posterior, and tummy absentmindedly. “The impact on the virtue of our poor heroine would prove disastrous!”
“Oh good” exclaimed his wife, enjoying the story but beginning to grow impatient for the action to develop.
“Our Princess’s thoughts that morning had been consumed by Sven, his strong arms and musky scent, his barrel chest and most especially by the large cock that swung between his legs. In fact, she had soaked her nightclothes through while fucking her tender pussy thinking of these things, but to no avail – lust continued to consume her thoughts despite multiple thunderous orgasms devoted to the subject!”
“Mmmm Hmmm” moaned his lover, listening more intently and liking where this was going. She propped herself up on an elbow in anticipation.
“She longed to feel him stretching her, probing her, everywhere ….” he paused for a moment as her hand slid down the soft fur on his belly and her fingers found the base of his own girthy cock, which had grown rock solid throughout his tale. He caught himself: “But most of all, she longed to slide her lips around his shaft and to feel it slide deep into her throat”
She arched an eyebrow at her lover. “Oh, she did?” she asked wryly. “She did!” came his earnest reply. “Her thoughts were consumed by the thought of her lips parting to accept the swollen head of his cock, take in the mysterious scent of it, and to feel the soft skin sliiiiding deep into her wet and … wanting …. mouth”
She sidled down as he was saying this to swing her leg over him and settle herself between his legs, wrapping her hand around the thick and eager shaft and staring at him, with an appraising gaze, over the top of its swollen head as it twitched eagerly in her grasp. She felt her mouth water in anticipation and despite herself moistened her lips with the tip of her tongue. “Like this?” She asked with a small smile, before sliding his foreskin back and opening her mouth to slide the glistening head of his cock into her mouth, pausing, and then sliding her lips down to take much of the shaft into her wet throat.
“Ohhh fuck yes, like that … When Sven came into the room, The Princess leaped upon him, and without so much as a ‘good morning’, slid his pants down, releasing his stiffening cock …. and and then knelt down, in the throes of her deviant fantasies, and started to suck him off”
She released her mouth from the head of his cock. “Tell me how she did it” she asked suggestively, holding her partner’s twitching cock just in front of her face.
“Well, she first licked his shaft … from the bottom to the top. Mmm yes, like that … and then she … took the head into her mouth, unf yes” He was gamely trying to keep the narrative going… “And then she … sucked harder. Deeper. Yes.”
As the story continued and she echoed each action, she felt herself surrendering to the narrative, to the story he was spinning, as the thread lanced through the aching within her and lust consumed her. She eagerly met his words with action, gurgling and drooling over the thick shaft as she plunged her mouth over him, stretching her throat to take him deeper, luxuriating the the rich scent as buried her nose into his thick pubic hair and felt the urgent pressure of his throbbing cock against the back of her throat. She became a foolish, naive, wanton vessel of lust, like the princess in the story, eager to satisfy the endless ache within her with the pleasures of her partner.
“Sven’s strong hands wrapped in her hair as he began guiding her ever deeper down, grunting with each thrust. The Princess moaned with lust as she struggled to open her throat and accept his plunging member” She moaned in concert as she felt hands in her own hair and loosened her throat has he guided her down, Her pussy ached and her eyes watered, to be a vessel of lust, her body and her throat used not just at the pleasure of her lover but at the demands of his thick shaft. And she marveled at her response to the increasingly rough words of her lover, at the wet desperate slurping sounds as her lips pulled at his cock and her drool slid down his shaft to pool at its base. She was so eager that she felt no desire to even gag, her mouth opening gracefully to accept him somehow ever deeper, to feel his full cockhead pumping and lodging deep in the back of her throat.
Mere minutes had passed but it felt like an eternity. His breath was ragged and drenched in his own lust, and her head swam with a maelstrom of lustful thoughts and sensations. She craved her reward, to taste his seed spilling into her mouth and down her throat in ropey spurts, but needed to satisfy the ache between her legs at the same time, to feel penetrated and opened. She felt her hips blossoming and reached back between her legs, where her soaking wetness coated her thighs. She worked her fingers between her swollen pussy lips, her moans of pleasure stifled by the thick cock filling her mouth.
Consumed by her lust and the sheer whorishness of her predicament, ass in the air and kneeling before her husband, whose cock she greedily worshipped in lock step with every word and suggestion from his increasingly vulgar tale, she slipped her soaking wet fingers from her pussy and then slid them up between the cheeks of her full, plump behind, to rest slickly against her tight, puckered asshole, feeling the perverse thrill when her fingertip probed ever so gently into her taught ring. His words rang in her ears like the beat of a soft drumming, urging her onward, and she wanted to give herself over to his pleasure, to feel the thrill of each subsequent violation to which he might subject her on his quest to satisfy his lust within her.
He had managed to keep some semblance of a narrative going despite the passion overwhelming him, and knew he couldn’t hold strong for long against the ministrations this lustful animal his wife had become, and he knew that she was his, that he could have anything from her, could continue to plunge his shaft into her salivating mouth until he exploded and pumped her eager belly full of his cum. But he needed something deeper, a more intimate way to be buried inside of her, to feel the need of her body wrapped around his shaft.
“Our Princess knew Sven couldn’t last long through her sucking, and as grunted and he fucked her eager mouth she knew she would soon feel his hot, salty love spurting into her and flooding her mouth” he said, to which she responded with a wanton, urgent “MNNNNFFFF!!” of assent and bobbing her head more eagerly. But then she felt his hands guiding her up, pulling her lips off his twitching shaft, to stare into her eyes and her face, smeared with spit and pre-cum, breathing raggedly and gasping at the sudden absence in her throat.
“The princess craved the taste of his cum …. but Sven had other plans”
…. to be continued?
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/o1jzuc/story_time_playful_domsub_mf