Spitroast Princess: A Johnny D, Man-Whore Story

Johnny D - not his real name, of course - is used to dealing with strange clients. As a man-whore for an exclusive agency, he's always ready for weird requests. Whether it's bondage and domination or just a bit of light conversation, bringing pleasure is his job.

But when a beautiful young woman with a Princess Peach fetish hires him to fuck her in full costume, he finds himself out of his depth. It's going to take more than one man-whore to satisfy this needy little princess!

ADULTS ONLY - Spitroast Princess is a 7000 word hardcore sex story involving bdsm, ball-gags, costume play, oral/vaginal/anal sex, spanking, cumshots, and an m/f/m spitroast threesome.

Excerpt:

I slipped one finger along her pussy lips. She was soaked already. "You like that, do you?"

She nodded, eyes closed with the sensation.

"You want to get that cock wet for me, Princess?"

She nodded again, and wriggled across the bed until she was laying on her back, my cock dangling over her. I still had one hand cupping her pussy, and I slipped one finger inside her as she lapped at the underside of my cock with her little pink tongue. She was tight as hell, and the feeling of her clenching around my finger made me shiver. I pressed deeper into her, crooking my finger, and said, "Stop being coy, Princess. Get that cock down your throat."

She obliged me, grabbing my dick with both hands and tugging the head down into her mouth. Her lips closed around my cock, hot and slick, and I could feel her tongue working around the head. I wanted to grind deeper into her, to fuck her face raw, but that wasn't what I was here for. Instead I said, "Princess, you suck cock just as good as I thought you would."

She popped my cock out of her mouth long enough to giggle, and I rewarded her with a second finger. She gasped as I pressed into her, lifting her legs so I could push in all the way to the knuckle. There was a moment of resistance, and her eyes squeezed shut, and then she relaxed around me. I waited a while, letting her adjust to the feeling.

"Good for you, Princess?"

She nodded meekly, biting her lower lip.

"What do you want from me, Princess?" Slowly, I began to slide my fingers in and out of her pussy, feeling her clench around me. "Do you want me to fuck you?"

"I..."

"Do you want me to kiss you?"

Her eyes met mine. Her full, gorgeous lips mouthed the word, "Yes..."

Thank God, I thought. Kissers were rare these days. I bent over and, without taking my fingers from the tightness of her cunt, I pressed my lips to hers.

She was soft and sweet, her tongue flicking against mine, tracing over my teeth. I kissed her long and deep, and when I finally pulled back she gasped as if I'd stolen her breath away. She arched her spine, trying to press closer to me, and I put one finger in the middle of her chest and pushed her back down. "Uh uh, Princess. You stay right there."

"But-"

I slipped a third finger into her pussy and she moaned, long and loud. Good, I thought. It was always easier when they were vocal. The really shy clients, the girls that never said a word out of some misplaced sexual shame, they were a challenge. It took a pro to find out what combination of seduction, conversation and hard fucking got them off. But Sam was making noises like she was about to explode, and I liked it that way.