I remember looking up at her apartment through the windshield of my car while I idled in neutral at the bottom of an impossibly steep hill. I drive stick at the time, and in the middle of winter the winding road leading up to the building would turn into an icy death course. One small mistake, whether it was giving it too much gas or not enough, would mean my car could slide back and off the road where I would surely begin cart wheeling end over end until I exploded in a bal of flames. (Either that or id have to call a tow truck to get me out of the ditch. Either way it meant I wouldn’t be making it up to the princess in the castle.)
They don’t write songs about the guys who turn around and go home to jerk off. They don’t write songs about horny college guys trying to get laid either, but I was pumping myself up. In the movies this is where the rock and roll would kick in and the hero would drop the car into gear and slam his foot on the gas.
In real life I made my way up through the winding blacktop at 3 MPH muttering “oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck” under my breath in an other wise dead silent car. In addition to the road being icy, it was impossibly narrow- so for added suspense I had to worry about another car trying to exit while I was trying to enter. She had previously informed me that she was completely waxed and shaved, but there was no way her pussy could be any balder than the tires on my college mustang.
When I slid into the parking spot I felt a sense of exhilaration. Nothing like a little bit of mortal peril to get the heart pumping. But a hero’s journey is never so simple. When I entered her apartment I was immediately attacked by a *savage beast*
It snarled and bared it’s fangs, attacking my feet and wagging its tail and dropping its squeaky toy at my feet. This little fucker was 5 pounds at most, but I knew women lend an unreasonable amount of weight to their dogs opinion, so I decided that sometimes instead of slaying the dragon you just need to give it a lot of head pats.
I’m going to fast forward past the flirting and the movie we pretended to watch while we settled in and her over the pants hand job turned into an out of the pants blowjob. She had on the kind of college short shorts that are soft and have the school letters on the ass. They were easy to push aside and slip my fingers between her legs. I started slow, manipulating her until she was moaning and pushing back into my hand.
She stopped abruptly and just said “bedroom” – getting up and walking away. I made short work of her clothes and climbed on top of her. The weight of my body pressed her into the mattress and I looked at her half lidded eyes and her mouth hanging slightly open as she felt a the crown if my cock spreading her open. It was a beautiful moment, but her breathing turned into small whimpers which turned into moans which escalated into screams of pleasure and ecstasy which to be quite honest in not sure I quite deserved. Did she have an ex-boyfriend living next door that she was trying to get back at?
“I love your dick! Holy fuck don’t stop don’t fucking stop! Oh my GOD JESUS FUCKING CHRIST”
While she continued talking to God I was stuck back on earth trying not to do anything differently. I was trying to keep the same pace and position, which meant my foot was hanging off the edge of the bed just far enough for that little fucking dog to jump and nip at my toes. I tried to telepathically communicate to the animal that in spite of the screaming I wasn’t hurting the person who gives him treats but I don’t think the dog was psychic. She reached a final sharp climax and all of a sudden things went from green light to red light real fast.
She had cramps in her feet from her toes curling and couldn’t feel her hands or face.
It was all worth it. Because from that point on I had her whenever I wanted. I had fucked a load of cum inside her at least 3 times before I learned that there was another exit on the other side of the building that was far easier to navigate. And the dog actually belonged to her neighbor who had gone home for the weekend.
Sometimes it was intense and passionate, and other times it was dirty and aggressive. She spent a few separate occasions lying face down on her couch while I straddled her with one foot on the floor. I loved having her in prone position, a firm hand on the back of her shoulder keeping her pinned in place. The couch had this perfect little spring to it that would make her bounce up toward me while I pushed down into her, forcing her to take me deep inside. Those little shorts would be pulled down to her thighs. Just enough for me to get inside. I would call her a good girl and tell her how tight and wet she always was for me. After I filled her with cum she would pull her shorts back up and thank me.
I don’t know if anyone else thinks of certain people with a nickname, but I remember her as the slutty little princess up in the castle.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ur4vgz/mf_princess_in_the_castle_how_i_risked_death_and