The Princess Slut

In college I had a job as a performer for kids’ parties. We did magic shows, bounce houses and themed parties. On occasion. I would dress as a cartoon princess and serve cake and punch in between taking pictures.

Over all, it was not a bad side gig. It left plenty of time to study and usually didn’t interfere with my social life.

I had this one party that was on a Saturday for a little girl. I dressed up as Cinderella and served cake and took pictures with all the little girls. As the party was winding down, I noticed a lot of the dad’s were still around while the kids had either gone inside or home.

A small group of dad’s were talking and they started laughing pretty loud and looking at me. Just then one of them gestured, so I walked over. “We want to get a picture with you” one of the dads commented.

I put on my princess smile and stood in front of the five men for the picture. Just as the flash on the phone went off, I felt a hand grab my ass. This wasn’t the accidental brushing of a hand, he grabbed and squeezed like he owned it.

I turned to the guys and pointed at them. “Which one of you was naughty?!” They all looked around at each other with clearly knowing looks and claimed each was innocent.

“None of you know?” I accused. “Well too bad, cause I really liked it.” Suddenly every guy’s hand went in the air and they all confessed to being the groper.

“Well, I guess there is only one way to find out who did it.” I paused for effect, but I loved how my idea fit with my character. “Each of you will have to grab my tushy to see who’s hand fits.”

The guys quickly lined up to take their turns groping my ass. And to be honest, I was very turned on. It had not been a fantasy of mine, but the idea of being an easy princess had already soaked my panties.

I turned my butt to the gentlemen and said, “Let’s see who the real prince is.” Each guy took a turn grabbing me. The first hand was too small. The second hand didn’t squeeze hard enough. The third hand let his fingers push my dress between my legs and graze my moisting lips. He wasn’t the guy, but he would do if I couldn’t find the right hand. The fourth was too firm. So firm it hurt a little. Finally, and probably by their design, the right hand found my cheek.

I turned to him and said, “Well Prince, how can I serve you” and then I curtseyed.

The guys all gave an excited and elongated “oh!” My Prince stood there with a beer in his hand and eyed me up and down. I assume he was wondering what he could get away with in this yard. He looked around at the fences. They were tall wood, privacy fences. Then he looked back at me.

“Let us see your royal tits!” he declared triumphantly. The guys all cheered as all eyes trained on me.

“As you wish my Prince.” I slid the shoulders of the dress down, then crossed my arms and guided the fabric lower until the only thing hiding my erect nipples was my thin arms. With a mischievous look, I dropped my arms and exposed my chest to every guy. I spun a little to each side to give everyone a great view.

Just then, a tug came at the dress, from both sides. In an instant, I was standing in the yard with nothing but my panties on. A big cheer came from the group. I put my hands on my hips and said “Is that how you treat a lady?”

A guy from my left replied, “No. But it is how we treat a slut.”

I gave him my best appalled princess look. Then looked back at my Prince. “Well, am I your princess or your slut?”

“Both.” he replied.

“Well then, what should your princess slut do?”

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/yx9w8z/the_princess_slut