Princess has an anoymous new friend that writes her pretty stories. *swoons* Lucky Princess! etherea

Princess has an anoymous new friend that writes her pretty stories. *swoons*Lucky Princess!etherealgirl:Hearts by Mr. GrayShe proudly presented it to me: her new “girly” outfit.  As she smiled and twirled about, the little red hearts on her garments traced lines around the curves and color of her tantalizing figure, naked and obscured.   I stood amazed, yet again, at her beauty… confused how something already perfect, could be improved… how I could gain appreciation, for something I already worshiped.   I knew in an instant that I must reward her.   I went to her, and brought her to the bed.  I laid her down on her stomach, arranged her limbs, and used pillows to make her comfortable, smoothing the delicate fabrics against her body with my hands.  I then bent down upon her and began making love to her clothes — taking excrutiatingly long moments kissing, stroking, and pinching…  Every. Little. Tiny. Heart.  Slowly, down her back, back and forth, I explored her feathery top.  My warm hands stretched forth, slid over her bare arms, and pinned them there as I kissed along her ticklish sides.  I felt her bottom squirm against my chest, and I answered that call, moving my lips down and across her backside, row by colorful row… and bit deep into the hearts where her cheeks creased with her legs.   I then turned her over, and started again.  Up and down her arms.  Down the sides of her body.  Over to her tummy.  And  up to her chest.  As I made my way upward, I used my fingers to mischeviously shift the gossamer cloth back and forth across her breasts, diabolically positioning one tiny heart directly over each gauzily-visible nipple.  When my lips finally arrived at those spots, I opened my mouth wider and took in both the hearted fabric and the swollen bud underneath.  Painfully slow, I lifted my head, my mouth bringing the hardened flesh with it, pulling it ever further away from her body with each of her quivering gasps… until, stretching unbearingly tight, it slipped free and fell back to her.  We both sighed and cooed… and I continued on.   By the time I finished — the last tiny heart sealed with a soft kiss — the warmth of my attentions had soaked through her body and she stretched and purred like a cat, contented and relaxed more than any massage could provide.  I gathered my arms around her and gently pulled her up to her knees, turning her around.  From behind, I whispered in her ear how excited her cutesy garments had made me, and I presented the proof, pressed hotly against the small of her back.   I lowered my voice, and breathed to her how naughty she was for wearing them — how she must be held to task for flaunting her body so.  Quickly, her relaxed, languid body tensed with sudden awareness.   With the same excrutiating slowness as before, I firmly bent her over, unswerving against her frantic fidgets and plaintive wimpers.  With one hand on her back, keeping her down on all fours, I cupped the palm of my other hand and began smacking her ass.  I let her keep her panties up — this time — since they were whisper-thin and provided no protection.   I continued spanking her against her protests, and when the paddling crossed that first threshold, from humiliating to painful, she reached back with one hand to defend herself.  I grabbed her hand… but instead of pinning it behind her back as usual, I explain to her that she can *try* to block my blows, but only on ONE condition — that she must keep her hand inside her panties.  I released her hand and pulled up the elastic him of her transparent underwear, and she dutifully slipped her hand inside.   We continued on, now playing this new game.  My building arousal began to peak while watching her wiggle her shapely ass, her hand sliding all around under her panties, trying (unsuccesfully) to guess where the blows would land.  For her, the sting and heat mixed intoxicatingly with the unexpected pleasure of the skin of her own hand moving over her bare cheeks, as if she groped herself while I watched.   The spanking built, her ass cheeks getting redder as her wimpers rose in volume.  One particularly hard strike landed home and cracked like thunder across her red posterior.  She let loose a howling scream — a sound which shot through my chest and into my brain, and made something snap within me.  That was the moment.  Suddenly I couldn’t take it.  I had no chance of stopping myself.  I was possessed by one single-minded desire.    I yanked her upright.  As I circled my arms around her, I grabbed handfuls of frilly cloth, and quickly ripped her top open, her breasts bouncing free in the air.  I pinned her against my chest and greedily pawed her newly exposed flesh, growling my lust into the soft space behind her delicate ear.  As her mind spun wildly, trying to catch up to the sudden turn of events, I grabbed a fistful of hair at the scruff of her neck, and threw her back down.   She finally found her mouth, but it was too late.  Her renewed her cries, heavy with overtones of desire that trumpeted the flood bursting from between her legs, were muffled as I pushed her face into the sheets, and roughly pulled her oh-so-cute panties down to her knees.  Like lightning, I positioned behind her, forcing her legs open with my knees, and quickly freed my painfully straining need from my pants.  With one deep, hard, claiming thrust I slammed my cock into her to the hilt.  I held it there, pushing even deeper, my cock twitching inside her in response to her spasms, my teeth gritting from the effort.   Her hand, now freed from her panties, flailed around, desperately and hopelessly trying to gain purchase against the rod which impaled her, slapping at me and pushing back against me.  I caught her by the wrist and pulled hard, using her arm to pull her backward onto my cock as I begin pistoning into her, like the bar attached to wheels of a locomotive, driving us both down the tracks to our destination.   Hours already in the traveling, it was not long before we got there together, cumming violently, both our backs arched in a shared frozen seizure of ecstacy… then collapsing and falling.  * * * * *   Later, as we nuzzled and I planted playful kisses, she ran her fingers through the tatters of her torn clothes and mock-scolded me, telling me I had to buy her a new outfit.  With a wide smile, I told her I’d buy her 7 of the same exact one — so that she could display them to me every day of the week. -- source link

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