**Am an aspiring author. Let me know what you think. Enjoy!**
*At the end of a typical street, in a good neighborhood, there’s a house with a secret. The neighbors often wonder why so many people come and go; showing up well put together and departing all disheveled. No one cares to ask, though. The guests don’t seem to bother anyone, and although they leave looking quite the mess, they never seem distraught.*
*If you ever find yourself with an invitation to this house…Well, you’re in for a different kind of hospitality. No need to bring anything, though. Just yourself is more than enough to offer.*
A tentative knock. They always knocked like that, uncertain of themselves, which The Master loved to hear. It meant he could fuck them until desperation, removing all their sense of bashfulness as they begged to be relieved. His house did not have a doorbell for that reason, his control began with that slight knock.
“Answer.” The Master said to his assistant from where he sat in a neatly polished wooden chair, legs crossed casually. The assistant answered the door without a word, gesturing a young woman inside. She was shorter, blonde haired, and incredibly stunning. The Master looked her up and down, approving of the apparel. They always tried to dress casually; tight fitting jeans and a tank top just as she wore, hair down and makeup done all pretty.
“Um…Hi,” She laughed nervously, glancing at the assistant as he closed the door behind her. She turned back to The Master and smiled coyly. “I’m Nic-“
“You’ll go by Princess,” The Master cut in, voice authoritative but level. “You will refer to me as Master, and to him as Sir,” He said gesturing to his assistant.
“Ok-“
“Princess, why don’t you go ahead and undress for us?” The Master interrupted without moving from his position. “Go on.”
Princess laughed nervously, glancing back and forth between the two men. She took her bag off her arm which the assistant took.
“Thank him.” The Master ordered.
“Thank you.”
“Thank you, sir.” He corrected.
“Thank you, sir,” She complied, before gripping the bottom of her grey tank top. Slowly she began to remove her garment, revealing her midriff and a sapphire belly button piercing. Inch my inch the top came off, until it was next to her on the floor.
The Master approved of her bra, hot pink with black lace over the cups. He watched her reach for the button of her jeans before interjecting. “Kiss him,” he ordered, pointing to the assistant.
Obediently, Princess leaned in, pressing her soft lips against the assistant’s. Though he was scrawnier, his grip was firm, as he wrapped his hand around her head, bunching her blonde hair in his grasp. He pulled her head back slightly, causing her to gasp. He slipped his tongue into her open mouth, kissing her roughly as she squirmed in his arms. He pulled away just as she was about to moan; leaving her surprised and turned on, and so she turned to The Master.
“Thank you, sir.” The Master insinuated, and so Princess turned to thank the man responsible for the heat in-between her legs.
“Go ahead and take your pants off,” The Master said, nodding to her.
“Yes Master,” Princess said obediently, and he smiled. Some of them learn quickly.
She undid her button, pulling her skin tight jeans down to her knees. Leg by leg she removed her pants, standing there in her matching bra and panties. She smiled nervously at the man who had yet to move from his throne.
“Why don’t you go ahead and show me that ass? Go ahead and walk down to the end of the hall.”
Leaving her clothes on the floor, Princess turned to reveal her nice, tight ass. Her stride was graceful, slow, calculated. She didn’t stop to look back, and that’s when The Master rose. In a few brisk strides he had a hand around her throat, the other pulling her head back by her hair, and she let out a shocked yelp.
“That’s a good girl,” The Master purred into her ear, placing his tongue on her neck; he made his way up across her cheek as she quivered with anticipation. Gently he released her hair, only to spank her hard on the ass, causing her to cry out.
“Mmm, such a tight ass,” he said, “I’m trying to decide if I want my cock between these cheeks or if I want to be in your pussy. What do you think?”
“My pussy, Master!” Princess gasped.
The Master nodded as he stroked her soft blonde hair. “Yeah, alright. That means my assistant over there is going to claim your ass. Do you want that?”
“Yes.”
“I said, do you want that?” The Master growled, grabbing her by the throat causing her face to flush.
“Yes, Master!” She choked out a cry, squirming against his gruff hands and the pressure around her throat. She let out another yelp as he smacked her hard on the ass again.
He gestured to his assistant who brought over a pair of scissors. The metal was cold, just how The Master liked them. Carefully he pressed the blunt end of them to Princess’s outer thigh. She reacted to the sudden coldness by flinching, but The Master had a hold on her. With a slow, clean cut the sound of snipping fabric filled the room. Her panties fell to the floor, a souvenir to remember her by.
Handing the scissors back the assistant, The Master ordered her to take off her bra, which she did so while thanking him. He then ordered her to walk, watching her ass jiggle as she strut down the hallway fully naked – bare pussy and tits on display. She was directed through a doorway leading to the basement. The assistant followed without a word.
The basement was cooler, but well put together. The floor was a blue-grey laminate, and clean. The lighting was welcoming and friendly, nothing to be afraid of. To one side there was a leather couch, and beside that a tripod with a camera. There was also a desk, and various supports hanging from the ceiling.
“You’re not the only whore I have today, so let’s make this quick, huh?” The Master said, walking towards the couch. “Tell me, how wet are you?”
“Very wet, Master.” Princess replied, folding her arms over her chest as her small, pink nipples puckered against the cool air of the basement.
“Did I say you could cover yourself?” The Master demanded, and Princess dropped her arms quickly. “You’re going to get fucked real hard for that, do you understand?”
“Yes Master.”
“Good.”
The Master nodded at his assistant who walked over to a cabinet and retrieved a bottle of lube. He brought it over as the Master sat on the leather couch, undoing his belt buckle to reveal a thick, pleasant looking cock. He took the lube, and gestured for Princess to come over. She did so, and he helped himself to feeling her pussy, being pleasantly surprised as his fingers slipped across her wet skin.
“You weren’t lying,” he said to her affectionately, pulling her onto him. “I’m gonna have no trouble fitting into you, but my assistant might.”
Princess glanced over and saw the biggest, thickest cock she had ever seen in her life. It stood erect and twitching, begging for a bit of her wetness. With eyes wide with fright, she turned to The Master and shook her head. “No, no, not in my ass!” She begged desperately.
The palm of his hand came down hard on her cheek before he grabbed her by the face, pulling her towards him. “You made your decision, remember?” He growled.
She shook her head vigorously, and he asserted himself once more causing a single tear to roll down her pretty face.
“You made your decision, remember?” He repeated fiercely.
“Yes Master,” she sobbed. He watched her for a moment, relishing the power.
“Yeah, yeah,” He said, “You’re gonna take that huge cock in your fucking tight ass and you’re gonna like it. Now come here and ride me.”
Princess complied, lowering herself onto The Master’s waiting erection. Despite her terror of what was to come, her pussy was soaking wet, throbbing for attention. She slid down the length of Master with easy, and he let out a satisfied moan; feeling the warm, softness of her begging pussy.
She rode him unbelievably well, betraying her as a well-seasoned whore. She grinded back in forth, really making sure to dip her hips backwards so that The Master’s cock could rub up against her G spot. He let her do this for a while, just enjoying the show as her big beautiful tits bounced with the motion of her fuckin him. When she moaned, her pleasure building further towards orgasm, he reached up and pinched her nipples hard. He twisted them.
“Ouch!” She cried, but he twisted them further, dick throbbing and furious that she had stopped thrusting.
“Put it in her ass.” He said to his assistant who had taken the bottle of lube and greased his own impressive member.
Coming up behind Princess, he rubbed the hard tip of his thick cock between the cheeks, getting things all slippery and wet for what was to come. Guiding his dick, he found her entrance and pushed slightly. Princess let out a cry, but didn’t struggle. The Master reached his hands around, grabbing each of her ass checks and pulling them apart. Deeper and deeper, the assistant’s colossal cock entered the whore as she let out cries of pleasure and pain.
“Ride him.” The Master directed.
Princess pushed back like a good little slut, taking the entirety of the assistant’s erection in her ass and feeling his balls against her skin. She moaned despite the intensity of the sensation, dismayed by how turned on she was by being dominated by two men. She wished The Master would pinch her nipples again, or suck on them, but was too afraid he would call off the beautiful sensation of being double penetrated had she asked.
Gently grinding away, Princess got into the feeling of her asshole being stretched and picked up speed. The men didn’t have to do anything, the whore that had visited them just couldn’t resist her own primal urges to cum on the two big, thick cocks inside her.
“Oh! Oh! Oh!” Princess screamed, she could barely formulate words she was so desperate to cum.
With a quick hand gesture from The Master, the assistant swiftly drew his cock out of her ass and Princess screamed in outrage. Though this protest was cut off as The Master grabbed her by the throat, silencing her.
“You’re gonna remember this, aren’t you?” He grit his teeth as he hissed closely into her ear.
“Yes Master.” Princess’ voice trembled with fear and yearning.
“Then you’re gonna remember to come back later so that we can finish.”
Princess knew what this meant, and she began to wail in protest. “No! No! Please, I’ll do anything!”
One brisk hand across her face settled her, and she went silent. The Master pulled her closer again. “You’re gonna come back so that we can finish with you, but for now you’re going to get the fuck out of my house.”
With that he rose, tucking his still erect penis into his black pants. He calmly left the basement, leaving the assistant to escort her out. As she traveled through the house, pussy throbbing at wet, towards her belongings she hoped to see him, but he didn’t appear again. If she wanted one more glimpse, one more reminder of what it felt like to have them both inside her, she was going to have to come back.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/craun1/kinks_and_kisses_enter_the_princess
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Very good writing, I like the story idea. But I’m curious about the “assistant”. I felt like he was an unnecessary accessory/character. I hope that you explain why the master needs an assistant, because it felt forced in the story.
I feel like you should have introduced the assistant later in the series. So we could appreciate the Master more since I’m guessing he’s the main character. I don’t that’s how I would have done it. Or maybe the assistant entering into the basement later on as a surprise to the Princess because she might think he’s just that an assistant. But it’s your story so I’ll take what you give us.