PRINCESS AND THE BEAST

Amanda Gordon 2013

Princess wasn't quite sure how she'd gotten herself into this situation...

She was naked, on her knees with her hands clasped behind her back, sweat covered, hair dishevelled, her pussy full of fresh cum, desperatly trying to keep it all in and not succeeding. It dribled out past her pussy lips and down her legs and dripped onto the carpet.

"Can't even do a simple thing, can you slut." A harsh, man's voice.

"You know what I do to disobedient sluts?"

She didn't, but she could hardly wait to find out!

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At first he was suave and charming, the boyish grin he had when he asked her out made her tingle. There had, of course, been flirting but it was low key, nothing overtly sexual, just a little playful banter. He complimenting her on her clothing and perfume, even though she always dressed conservatively in and out of the office, but it still made her smile and she felt flattered that he even noticed her.

One of the other girls in the office cornered her quietly in the lunch room one day shortly after he asked her out.

"I'd think twice about going out with him," she urged,

"There's... there's something you should know..." she began then abruptly stopped.

"He's..." she touched her hand, "just be carefull!"

She spun around and hurried out without another word!

This left Princess slightly bemused, and curious. she'd already said yes to coffee and perhaps a meal with him and she made up her mind to find out from him what her friend had tried to tell her.

--

Friday arrived quickly. She'd found herself quite nervous, excited even. During the week they'd often made eye contact. He'd only been speaking to her on a professional basis but the look in his eyes, playfull and a bit devilish, sent tingles down her spine and... down there! She'd been on lots of dates before of course. Everyone told her she was quite attractive and she'd been asked out on a number of occasions but she didn't often say yes. They were all nice men but none had ever interested her romantically. She certainly wasn't a virgin but sex wasn't a big thing for her, it didn't excite her as she thought it should, in the way her girlfriends talked about. So she was still single at 30 and not really unhappy about it but she always felt she was missing out on 'something'.

But Him, He was different. Things she'd never felt before, not for any man in her past, were confronting her now. Mysterious and exciting.

Instead of the coffee shop she'd been expecting, here they were in this restaraunt, quite exclusive and expensive filled with exclusive and expensive people. Princess felt quite plain, dressed in her office clothes, knee length grey skirt, white blouse and dark cropped blazer. Short heeled court shoes and glasses completed the picture of an ordinary office worker. She'd immediately noticed the other female patrons, all dressed to kill and glamorous. He, of course looked like a million dollars. Always immaculately dressed at the office, tonight, in his navy blue italian cut suit, he was delicious.

He ordered for her, not letting her even see the menu. "Trust me" he said, "I come here often and have a conceit that I know the selection better than the chef does."

He was right, the meal was delicious and so was the wine, a light bordeaux. He kept her glass topped up and, before she knew it, she was feeling a bit tipsy. After dinner, at the bar, he bought large cocktails, delicious mango flavoured concoctions that made her braver than she'd felt before. The occasional light touches from him, on her forearm and fingers as she clutched the cocktail, darting nervous glances into his eyes, those wicked eyes!

"You know," he said in a mock-conspiratorial tone, lightly touching her hip, "I can make a better one than that." nodding at her drink. "How about you come back to my place for a night cap and a coffee, I'll bet you'd like me to make you a real coffee?"

Corny as it was, she laughed at his obvious humour and the mischevious, exaggerated wink.

"Yes," she said, smiling into his eyes, "yes, I think I'd like that."

"Good." He leant forward an gave her a little kiss on her cheek, taking her quite by surprise. She felt herself blushing and looked down at the empty cocktail glass. He finished his drink and shepherded her to the entrance, his hand on her lower back, gentle but firm, was reassuring and slightly arousing. She'd never quite felt this way before, She decided that she might let Him kiss her later, if he played his cards right!

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His home was quite impressive for a single man. Large open-plan living room dominated by a huge leather couch and a fireplace. He took her coat and carefully hung it near the front door then, showing her into the lounge, seated her gently on the edge of the couch, holding her hand as he did.

"I'll make us another cocktail, my secret recipe," he said, smiling warmly at her.

She nodded, more calmly than she felt. Her heart was beating quickly now. She'd never gone to a man's home on a first date before, never! What was she thinking? "I'll just have a drink and then make my excuses and leave." She thought.

She WAS going to see him again though, he had a certain, something, and perhaps next time... The though warmed her.

He soon returned with two large cocktail glasses filled with a mysterious green liquid and sat next to her, close but not overwhelmingly so and handed one to her.

"Here's to you, Princess!" he said quietly, clinking their glasses together.

She mumbled back a quick "Thank you.". not daring to look into his eyes and sipped at the drink. Pepperminty! Something else, almonds, Frangelico? whatever it was, it was delicious. She felt him move closer and a cool hand brushed her thigh. The feeling was electric! She felt his breath on her cheek but daren't look. His closeness was exhilerating and disturbing at the same time.

"Princess," He whispered, "you really are a very beautifull woman. You should show it more."

She sipped the cocktail, clutching at the glass, trying to concentrate on its green depths, she tried to brush his wandering hand away but he clasped it, pressuring it against her thigh as she squirmed slightly.

"I try to look professional for work..." she started.

"Oh, you do," he continued, "very much so but you have such a lovely figure and you shouldn't try to hide it." His hand covered hers now, fingers extending beyond her hand to the fabric of her skirt. He kissed her again, lightly on her cheek, then his tongue touched her ear-lobe slightly, she stiffened, feelings rushing through her, he'd touched something that ran straight to her pussy. She could feel her own wetness!

He plucked the half empty glass from her fingers and, touching her chin with one finger, made her look at him.

His eyes were darker now as he leant closer and kissed her. She didn't resist, she couldn't, something in her desperatly wanted this, she realised to her mild surprise. His tongue parted her lips and probed her mouth, searching. His hand now at he back of her head, fingers entwined in her hair, forcing her closer. She tried to say something but his tonque went deeper, she reciprocated, her heart pounding.

His hand was on her breast, squeezing through her blouse and bra, searching for her nipple. He pulled away, leaving her mouth open, and licked her ear again, squirming again in sheer pleasure her legs opened slightly and she felt his hand at the hem of her skirt, then he was touching her inner thigh.

"You want this, don't you," he breathed into her ear as his tonque licked and explored. It wasn't a question. His hands forced her legs open more and she could feel his fingers brushing the gusset of her pantyhose. She moaned lowly, lust bubbling up, un-welcome from deep inside her.

Her legs were fully open now, his hand rubbing her crotch now, not gently. He was nibbling her neck and the top buttons of her blouse were undone, exposing her lacy white bra. She could feel his erection on her thigh and she tentativly touched it through the material of his pants. He growled into her neck, and she felt the tip of his penis as he thrust against her thigh slowly.

"Fuck, you're a hot bitch!" he told her, grabbing her hair as he lowered his head to her breast and nibbled at her nipples through the blouse and bra. She was on fire now! Another button was undone. Then another. The bra cup was pulled away and his teeth and lips were on her breast. She'd never felt anything like this before and she felt overpowered by the emotions and physical things she was experiencing.

He stopped and leant back a little, examining her closely, her hands still on his penis though, her breathing heavy as she gazed back at him.

"You really are something, aren't you." he observed, one hand idly touching her exposed nipple.

She closed her legs slightly, her free hand clutching at her open blouse. Looking away slightly, shame starting to creep upon her, and sh asked in a small voice, "Please, can I have a drink of water..."

Drinks gone to your head, eh?" It wasn't a sneer, not quite. "OK!"

He stood up and went into the kitchen.

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"Oh God! What a slut..." she accused herself. Dragging and smoothing her skirt down, she started to button up her blouse, nipples touching the fabric from above the bra top.

"This is wrong!" she thought as shame and guilt rose up. Clutching her bag, she stood and quickly made her way to the door only to find... "Locked!" the thought panicked her a little as she rattled the handle to no avail.

Suddenly He was behind her. Hands on her shoulders he spun her around and she stared up at his impassive face.

"Leaving so soon?" he asked, his voice flat and expressionless.

"I... I just..." she stammered, but no more words came.

He gathered up both her wrists in one powerfull hand and raised them above her head, pinning them to the wall. She heard her bag drop to the floor with a soft thud.

"How about a kiss goodnight." Again, not a question. His hot mouth pressed against hers and he roughly French kissed her, no gentleness now. Still holding her arms high, his free hand squeezed her breasts, she felt some buttons pop and his hands were inside her blouse again. Her knees felt weak but he was effectively holding her up. Then his hand was under her skirt again, grasping her crotch, then down the top of her pantyhose and in her panties, rubbing her clit and than probing into her. She was lost now... she wanted him in her. First one, then two fingers entered her, finger fucking her as her girlfriends had called it that and she'd always thought it crude but now she she thought it was so right. He was fucking her, with his fingers!

He stopped kissing her then, still holding her up, his fingers still roughly entering, her soft grunts in time with his rhythm.

"Fucking little cock-tease, aren't you!"

Her eyes were wide, his language should have shocked her but she felt she was beyond that sort of thing now.

"You want my cock in you, don't you."

She nodded.

"Say it, you little whore, you want my cock!"

"I want you to make lo..." She started but he interrupted.

"You want my cock, say it!"

"Please... I...''

"Say it!"

"I want your c... cock..." she stammered, shame and lust overpowering her.

"Say it again you fucking slut, you want my cock in your fucking whore cunt. Say it!"

Fingers pounding in her faster now, she could feel her pussy juice seeping into her pantyhose.

"Fuck me!" she mewled, her self respect slipping away, she only wanted him now, wanted him to...

"Please fuck my... cunt!" Louder this time, "Please fuck my whore cunt, please fuck my..."

He spat on her, the glob of spittle hitting the bridge of her glasses and sliding down her nose onto her mouth. She tried to lick it with her tongue but he was kissing her again, roughly.

Then he let her go and she slid down the wall onto the cold tiles. He fumbled with his zipper then pulled her up onto her knees by her hair and she saw his cock in front of her face, fully erect, bigger than she imagined.

"Open your mouth, slut!" he ordered and she did as she was told. Still clutching her hair he forced the cock-head past her lips, the pre-cum tangy and musky. She Tried to open her mouth wider as he forced his whole length into her. Starting a slow rhythmic motion, his cock ran over her tongue, then back to her lips, almost popping out but not quite, then back again.

"Look at me!" he growled, and her eyes met his above her.

"Like being face-fucked, don't you!"

She tried to answer but only a low gargle came out. Meanwhile, her fingers had found their own way into her panties and she was rubbing her clit, she'd never been this wet, the sticky juices covering her fingers as she slipped one in where his had been so recently.

He slowed the pace down and then his cock slipped out of her mouth with a small 'plop!' She tried to swallow it again but he held it tantalisingly out of the reach, his other hand clutching her hair and keeping her in place.

"Greedy cunt, aren't you!" Sneering, "Want some more?"

She nodded again, wide eyed.

"Y... yes, yes please!"

"First lick those fingers clean for me."

She stuck her fingers into her mouth and tasted herself, then his were in there as well and she tried to lick them but he pulled them out quickly. He kicked his shoes off and his pants slipped to the floor, belt buckle clattering on the tiles. Underpants followed and she could see his cock in plain sight now. She wanted it in her so badly, she could taste the lust in her belly and breasts. She so desperately wanted it inside her, inside her... cunt!

--

He unbuttoned his shirt with one hand as she finished cleaning her fingers then pulled her to her feet by her hair and half dragged her to the lounge room and left her standing in front of the couch.

"Stay there!" he ordered and walked to the sideboard and poured himseldf a drink. She dared not look but she could hear a glass tinking against a bottle. He was back and sprawled on the couch in front of her, still in his unbuttoned white shirt and sipped whisky from a large tumbler.

"Strip for me slut!" he ordered and she didn't hesitate. Unzipping the skirt first and letting it drop to the floor then removing the ruined blouse. Then shoes, pantyhose, bra and, finally, panties. She felt humiliated under his gaze but didn't hesitate when he ordered her to put her hands on her head and told her to turn all the way around slowly.

He sipped some more scotch and mumbled "Nice arse, I'm going to enjoy that." to himself.

Facing him again he is impassive.

"On your knees and get over here."

She crawled over to him, he opened his legs wider and she moved closer to his cock, his gorgeous erect cock.

"Lick my balls"

She cupped them gently and slowly started to lick, her tongue flicking and darting everywhere. She heard him moan softly and felt something like a little satisfaction, she was pleasing him. Hands in her hair again as he lifts his feet onto the edge of the couch and she can plainly see his anus below his ball sack.

"Now my arse."

Wide-eyed she looked at him.

Forcing her head down, he growled. "You heard me, do as you're told whore!

The tip of her tongue probed his anus but it's not as bad as she feared, he's clean and fresh smelling, only a hint of sweat marring the experience. He pushes her face closer and now she licks all around his ares-hole eve trying to probe gently with her tongue into him. His low moaning continues. She feels totally humiliated now and she doesn't even care. It's the excitement of total degredation she desires. She belongs to him now!

"Jesus!" he exclaimed, laughing, "A naturally talented arse licker! My own little arse licking whore!"

A short while later he pushed her away, back onto her knees.

"Suck my cock!" and Princess did as she was told. Her lips first closing over his cock-head and her tougue teasing the slit, then licking up and down the shaft before taking him into her mouth again both her hands stroking him as he sat there passively.

"Should I cum in your moth now?" he idly muses, or save that for later. I think that first I'll claim your cunt..."

His words electrify her and she sucks him faster, imagining his thick cum jetting into her. dribbling out of her.

Again he pulls her too her feet by her hair.

"I'm going to fuck that slutty cunt of yours now, want that?"

"Yes... yes please..." she mumbles.

He roughly pushes her down, face forward, on her knees, on the couch, her cunt and arse pointing at him, her head over the back. He pushes her legs wider apart and she can feel him one hand on her hips, his cock touching her cunt lips slightly. She tries to force her arse back but he holds her in place, rubbing his cock against her cunt, teasing her.

"Want this?"

"Yes!" breathing heavily, delicious anticipation. she wants to be filled by him.

"Beg!"

"Please fuck me... fuck my slutty whore cunt, fill me with your cum... please!"

Suddenly he's in her, splitting her wide, it feels to her. He starts with a slow rhythm, increasing in speed, pushing in deep, hard, rough. He spanks her arse.

"Move that arse slut!"

She starts a small gyration, forcing herself back against him. trying to get him in deeper. Wanting him to hurt her.

His hands are holding her hips, roughly pulling then pushing her in time with his thrusts.

His language is excitingly foul and demeaning as he fucks her.

"Jesus, what a fucking whore you are Princess! My whore now, yes? My fucking little cum dump, arse licking whore. I own you now cunt! Say it!"

Princess is revelling in this, she knows it's true, knows that her life has changed and willingly submits to this beast, this gorgeous filthy animal that now owns her body and her slutty soul.

"I'm your filthy whore for as long as you want me, you own me, my cunt and mouth and whatever else you want..."

"And you arse, your cute virginal arse, want me to defile that as well? I will you know, bitch. I'm gonna pump that thing full of cum before I'm finished with you!" his thumb entering her then, in her arse.

This sent Princess over the top, orgasm shuddered through her body and she felt him empty himself in her. His groan, low and animalistic. His warm cum filling her. He held her still, his cock twitching in her as the last spasms erupted deep inside her, filling her.

Still for a second, before he slowly pulls out of her. He twisted her around and, still on her knees, she cleaned him up, licking and sucking the messy, tasty semen from his beautifull cock, worshiping it as she licked the remains of her pussy juice off also, mingling it in her mouth as well as her pussy.

Finally he puls her down on to the carpet in front of the fireplace, on her knees again.

"Kneel up, hands behind your back." impassive voice again. "I haven't finished with you yet, not by a long way. You'll stay in that position until I'm ready for you. Don't let any of that cum drip onto my floor. Keep in all in that whore cunt of yours 'till i come back, understand?"

She nodded meekly.

"You'd better, I not used to being disobeyed by my sluts. I take pleasure in punishing disobedience."

Her head down, she listened to him walk away, trying to keep the semen from dribbling out of herself. She wasn't sure if she could manage it.

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