Princess Melanie

Author Note: I originally wrote this story for a girl I was chatting to. She loved to dress guys up like girls and humiliate them. I have changed her name for this version to protect her identity (not that it’d really be necessary, but just to be sure). I never finished it, but here is much of what I have written, edited together to form a single chapter story. If there is enough interest, I may write more adventures with Princess Melanie.

Princess Melanie

Part One

I couldn’t believe my luck at first. Melanie – the hottest, sexiest, most popular girl in school – wanted me to come over to her house and help her study. A study date, she called it, smiling at me with her breathtakingly pretty mouth. A study date! Yes, your eyes do not deceive you. Date!

I should have known better. Why would a popular girl like Melanie be nice to a spineless, geeky loser like me? She could get anyone to help her study. And certainly, she would never, ever call our appointment a date, would she? Girls like Melanie did not date losers like me. It just didn’t happen.

A part of me did know better, but it was so small a part as to be insignificant against her beauty and sexuality. When she smiled at me so flirtatiously, I was like putty in her perfect hands. She had me right where she wanted me, and she knew it, and she loved it. Simply put, she had the power, and I was nothing but a bug to be squashed under her heel.

She didn’t want me to come over so that she could study. That was just the pretence she used to lure me in. She had more sinister intentions. Intentions I couldn’t have possibly saw coming.

And even though what happened to me was the most humiliating experience in my life so far, in the end, I wouldn’t change it for the world. Even though I was humiliated and blackmailed into slavery by Princess Melanie, it turns out that deep down I loved every minute of it. I don’t know how to explain it to you so that you could understand. It’s probably impossible. The only thing I can say is that through serving Princess Melanie I found a form of Nirvana – a sense of purpose in life. Before that “date” I was nothing and never would have been anything, but she changed all that. Through her, she made me matter, even if it was only by pleasing and amusing her glorious being.

I’ll tell you the story.

I arrived at her house on time – okay, maybe a little bit early, but what can I say, I was excited – and stood for a moment on her doorstep. It was nearly six and time for my study date with the most amazing girl I had ever had the fortune to meet. Nervously, I rang the doorbell and waited.

She made me wait.

I knew she was home because her lights were on, but even after I rang the doorbell again, she still didn’t rush to open it. When she eventually did, I stood and stared in open amazement at her perfection. Her dark hair was down, her eyes sparkling, and her mouth curved in a wide smile. She wore a stunningly tight blue dress that clung to every magnificent curve of her body, low cut to display her incredible cleavage and short enough to show off her long sexy legs.

I felt myself harden in my pants as I looked at her and tried to hide it by sticking my hands in my pockets. By her knowing smile, I knew I had failed.

‘Hey Shawn, looks like you’re ready for our study date.’ She glanced down at my crotch and as usual I blushed. It was the bane of my existence that every time I got embarrassed I blushed such an obvious shade of red.

‘Uh…errr…’I stammered.

Melanie laughed at my discomfiture. ‘Relax Shawn. We’re going to have a lot of fun tonight. My parents are away and we have the whole house to ourselves. Come on in.’ She gestured me inside.

She closed the door behind me as I stood anxiously in the hall. I couldn’t believe this was really happening.

‘Why don’t we go up to my room and get comfortable?’

I gulped and nodded, too nervous to speak; afraid all I’d be able to manage was a mumbling murmur. I adjusted my pants, still trying to hide my erection, even though it was a moot point by now. She glanced down again and smirked, but didn’t comment this time. I followed her up the stairs, unable to take my eyes of her bottom, and the way it swayed so enticingly. The dress was so short I even caught a glimpse of her knickers. They were hot red – just like my face. She looked back at me halfway up the stairs and caught me looking. She smirked again.

Once inside her room, she sat down on the bed and patted the space beside her invitingly. I sat down next to her, as close as I dared. She continued to smile at me as she slid closer and crossed her legs. My eyes moved of their own accord, caught in a trance, locked on her tantalising thighs. She extended a finger and tipped my chin up with a knowing look.

‘I’m up here naughty boy,’ she admonished me.

‘S-s-sorry,’ I stuttered.

‘Aww, you’re so nervous, aren’t you.’ It wasn’t a question, but a statement of fact. ‘It’s so cute.’ There was a slight edge of mockery to her words that I didn’t pick up on at the time, but looking back on it, it was painfully obvious.

‘Uh, uh, you wanted to study?’ I tried to propel the conversation in a direction I felt more comfortable.

‘You didn’t really think I called you over here to study, do you?’ She leaned back and thrust her chest out, all casual, but designed casually to increase my nervousness and arousal. She was a seductress and I was her feeble prey. 

‘Y-you didn’t?’ I clutched my hands over my groin and tried not to look down her dress.

She sat forward again and looked me in my eye. ‘You’d do anything I asked, wouldn’t you Shawn?’

I gulped again. ‘Err… I don’t…’

‘You would,’ she said emphatically.

I nodded without even thinking about it.

‘Stand up,’ she commanded me, and I obeyed, keeping my hands clasped before me to cover the still present erection. She smiled in satisfaction. ‘Turn around slowly. Let me look at you.’ I did and her smile widened, baring teeth. ‘Now move your hands. Put them on your head.’ I stared at her, my cheeks flaring up again at the thought. ‘Come on Shawn. Hands on your head.’

Slowly, I raised my shaking hands and placed them on my head like a naughty child. Melanie looked pointedly at the tiny bulge in my pants and giggled.

‘Oh my,’ she said, ‘what have we here? Is that a little boner I see there Shawnie?’

I nodded ashamedly, still with my hands on my head.

‘Answer me Shawnie,’ she spoke sweetly, furthering my shame.

‘Yes…’ I whispered.

‘Loooouder,’ she sang.

‘Yes,’ I said loud and clear.

She giggled again. Leaning back seductively once more, she toyed with a stand of hair, batted her eyelashes and cooed, ‘because of lil’ ol’ me?’

‘Yes,’ I repeated.

‘Do you like me Shawn? Do you fancy me? Do you think I’m sexy?’ Her smile widened wickedly with each question.

‘Yes.’

‘Then strip for me!’

I was so conditioned to obey by this point; I started to undress without a thought. First my shoes, then my jacket, t-shirt, pants and socks. She had me so under her spell I was powerless to resist, so when I came to my tented underwear, I pulled them down and stepped out of them and tossed them aside like the rest of my clothing, baring my naked body to this wonderfully sexy woman. My tiny erection stood out as proudly as it could.

Melanie cast her eyes up and down my body, lingering on my bushy crotch and my hardened penis. Then she looked directly into my eyes and burst out laughing. This was no giggle. It was full on laughter. She pointed a mocking finger at my penis and laughed so hard tears came to her eyes.

If I thought I was blushing before, I learned my lesson then and there. My cheeks felt like they were on fire I was so humiliated. I felt tears leaking from my eyes as I silently cried. When I tried to cover up she just laughed all the harder at me. I cowered away from her scorn, so frozen in shame I couldn’t even run away.

She rose to her feet, in control of her laughter now, and commanded me loudly, ‘hands on your head!’

I found myself conforming to her command.

‘I can’t believe how easy you are to manipulate,’ she giggled. ‘Did you really think I would be interested in a geek like you? A pathetic, perverted loser? Oh my God, you’re dick looks like one of those cocktail sausages! I mean seriously, here you are, having stripped naked because you thought, what? I liked you or something? Gross! Here you are, naked and as hard as you’ve ever been I bet, standing there like a tool with your hands on your head, crying like a little baby, and all because I told you to? Ha! What kind of a pathetic loser are you?’

I lowered my head as she verbally lashed what little pride I had.

‘Why don’t you grab your clothes and run little boy?’ she taunted me. ‘Go on. Or do you still think you might get some of this?’ She put her hand of her cocked hip and trailed the other down her body seductively, and then laughed. ‘Yeah right! Come on, why? Answer me!’

‘I-I-I d-don’t know,’ I whispered.

She walked over to me and used her finger to tip my face up to hers. I cast my eyes aside – I couldn’t look at her I was so mortified. ‘Look at me! I’ll tell you why. Because you know you deserve it. Because you know it’s the best you’re ever going to get. The closest you’ll ever come to being with a woman is by being my little bitch! You might not be able to admit it to yourself yet, but I’m not going to give you a choice. I’m going to show you who you really are. See, you could run out of here right now, but I wouldn’t advise it. Want to know why?’

I nodded. I couldn’t speak. Tears continued to leave tracks down my cheeks.

‘See that camera there?’ She pointed and I followed her finger. True enough, there was a digital camera set up on her desk, aimed at me, the red light on – recording. She saw the realization on my face and laughed. ‘That’s right. I’ve recorded the whole thing. And if you want to run away now, you can, but that video will be released all over school, and everyone will know you for the pathetic, spineless little dicked loser you are. You’ll be laughed out of school, out of town, but you won’t be able to go anywhere, because I’ll also get one of my boyfriends to upload it on the Internet. No matter where you go, everyone will know who you are, and they’ll all laugh at you. You won’t be able to escape it.’

I sobbed and nodded at the truth of her words.

‘But if you stay,’ she said, using her sweet voice again, ‘and you continue to do everything I say – if you become my slave, my bitch – then that video will stay right where it is. What’s it going to be Shawnie? The ultimate public humiliation? Or being my personal bitch? Choose right now. Either grab your clothes and bolt. Or get down on your knees and kiss my ass!’

I really had no choice at all, and she knew it. I fell to my knees, sniffling, and looked up at her towering above me. She smirked down at me, turned around, and presented her blue clad bottom. I closed my eyes, leaned forwards, and sealed my fate with a kiss.

Part Two

After my ass kissing display of affection and submission, Melanie turned around to look down on me once more.

‘Gooood boy,’ she said, like I was a dog that had just learned to roll over for the first time, ‘you made the right decision. Now listen up idiot, I’m going to go over the rules you must follow. If you break any of them, then that tape will go public, do I make myself clear?’

I nodded.

Melanie slapped me across the face hard. I cried out and lowered my head. ‘Speak when spoken to! Look at me!’ I looked up at her as she glared down at me. ‘You will speak when spoken to, am I clear?’

‘Yes…’ I murmured pathetically.

‘And you will speak to me with the respect I deserve,’ she said, a smug look on her face. ‘You will call me Princess at all times. Even in public!’

‘Yes…’

I got slapped again. ‘Yes what?’

‘Yes Princess,’ I whimpered.

‘And don’t forget it!’

‘I won’t Princess.’

‘Now, the rules are as follows,’ Melanie began. ‘Number one, you will not touch your so called penis without my permission, which means you must sit on the toilet like a girl when you pee. Now, this goes without saying, but I’ll say it anyway because I know how stupid you are – you will never, ever cum without my permission. That pathetic little bit of flesh between your legs belongs to me now. Understood?’

‘Yes Princess.’

‘Rule number two, you already know, but here it is again. You will speak to me with respect, and follow all my orders, no matter what. At all times. That means in public as well.’

‘Yes Princess,’ I repeated my humbling answer, fear making my body shake. Just what had I gotten myself into?

‘Rule three,’ Princess said; moving to pick up my discarded underwear between two fingers, a look of disgust on her face, ‘you will no longer wear nasty boy underwear.’ She threw them over her shoulder into the corner of the room. ‘Instead, you will wear,’ here she ducked to pull a bag out from under her bed, reached inside, and pulled out, ‘frilly little sissy knickers.’ She tossed the pink frilly knickers in my face. ‘You will wear knickers like these at all times from now on. Starting now!’ She snapped her fingers at me.

I stared at the offensively pink girls underwear in dismay. I couldn’t wear these, could I?

‘Now!’ Princess Melanie shouted.

Apparently I could. I stood up and fumbled to put on the humiliating knickers. Once I had them on, I stood in front of her, my erection ever present, but at least hidden now by the frilly underwear I had on. Melanie laughed at me. ‘Get back on your knees sissy!’

‘Yes Princess.’ I got on my knees.

‘Those rules will do for now,’ she said, ‘but I will be adding more.’

‘Yes Princess.’

‘I’ve provided you enough pairs of knickers to last a week,’ she said, shaking the bag at me, ‘but you will have to buy more yourself. They must be pink and very girly. Perfect for sissies like you. Am I clear?’

‘Yes Princess,’ I said shamefully, not looking forward to having to purchase female underwear. Maybe I could say I was buying for a girlfriend…?

‘Oh, and if asked, you must tell the sales ladies they are for you. Maybe you could even ask them for help with sizes!’ Princess Melanie laughed at me as I blushed and stammered in humiliation. ‘Now lets get on with tonight. I promised you we’d have fun, and I didn’t lie.’ By the wicked look on her face, I knew I wouldn’t be having any fun. ‘First we need to get you a bra for your boobs.’

I sniffed. ‘Yes Princess.’

‘On your hands and knees and follow,’ Princess Melanie commanded. I dropped to my knees and followed her like a faithful doggie. She led me out of her room and down the hall into her parent’s bedroom. I arrived to find her looking through her mother’s laundry basket. She pulled out a light pink bra that matched my knickers and tossed it to me. ‘Put that on and then come kneel here.’ She pointed to a spot on the floor by her mother’s dressing table.

I donned the humiliating bra and then knelt as instructed. She picked a few knicks and knacks from her mothers make up collection and put them side. Then she pulled a tube of lipstick from between her cleavage. ‘This is mine,’ she told me, ‘and you’re very honoured that I’m allowing you to use it. Now pucker those sissy lips.’ Feeling a deep sense of shame, I followed her direction. She applied the lipstick to my lips quickly and expertly. ‘I’m not always going to do this for you, so you’ll need to practise at home. Pay attention to what I’m doing.’

‘Yes Princess.’ My lips felt strange due to the lipstick.

She went to work on my face, applying eyeliner, mascara, some eye shadow, and a lot of blusher to my cheeks. I knelt before her the entire time, meekly allowing her to turn me into her sissified girly boy.

She giggled when she was done. ‘Take a look girly,’ she said, pointing to the mirror on the dressing table. ‘What do you think?’

I had to stand a little to look. Reflected in the mirror was the most ridiculous, sluttiest little bitch I’d ever seen – hot pink lipstick, rosy cheeks, and dark black eyelashes with pink shadow. I swallowed.

‘Well?’ Princess prompted me, a smirk on her pretty face.

‘I like it Princess,’ I murmured, knowing it was what she wanted to hear.

True enough, she laughed at me. ‘I bet you do bitch,’ she said,  ‘but it’s not quite right. We need to give those silly eyebrows a bit of a pluck!’ She grabbed some tweezers from the table and held them before my wide eyes. ‘Ready?’ she taunted.

I felt tears come to my eyes again. I had no choice. Princess was going to pluck my eyebrows and there was nothing I could do to stop her. I nodded. I couldn’t speak. What would I say to my friends? My parents? She laughed and began. She wasn’t merciful at all. She yanked harshly, pulling hairs out with no remorse, laughing as she turned my bushy masculine eyebrows into thin, curved, feminine ones. I cried as she did it.

‘Aww, does it hurt?’ Princess mocked. ‘Wussy wikkle baby can’t stand a little pain?’ She knew that wasn’t why I was crying, but I felt humiliated by her ridicule none the less. ‘It’s a good job that make up is waterproof slut,’ she said, yanking out the last few hairs. She stood back to look me over and smirked again. ‘That’s better. Take a look.’

I looked in the mirror again, stared with dread at my feminine eyebrows.

Just then the doorbell rang. I looked at Princess, but she didn’t seem surprised.

‘Right on time,’ she sang cheerily, grinning at my horrified expression. ‘Follow me. Hands and knees.’

Again, I had no choice, and I had to follow as she led me back to her room. ‘Wait here,’ she said, ‘and don’t touch anything!’

‘Yes Princess,’ I whispered. The doorbell rang again and Princess bounced out of the room. I heard her take the steps evenly. She didn’t rush. The door open and I heard a muted conversation. Was that a guy’s voice I heard? Please no, I thought desperately, but I knew it was true.

Princess was downstairs for nearly twenty minutes. I heard some light conversation, a bit of giggling, but mostly it was silent. What was she doing? I had an idea. I pictured my delectable Princess locked in a passionate embrace with a young strong bull of a man. I saw her handling his enormous bulge. I saw him slip his own hand up her short skirt to fondle her womanhood.

Finally, I heard footfalls on the stairs, and a moment later Princess returned. I was kneeling right where she left me. She smiled wickedly at me as she stepped into the room. An unknown guy stood in the doorway, a smirk on his handsome face as he looked down at me.

‘Paul,’ Princess said sweetly, stroking his muscular arms, ‘I’d like you to meet my little sissy bitch – Shawnie.’ She laughed and he laughed too. ‘Shawnie, meet my stud for the night – Paul.’

I was shaking in humiliation – verbally frozen by it.

‘Manners,’ Princess sang. ‘Say hi Shawnie.’

‘Hi,’ I squeaked.

They both laughed again.

‘Hey bitch,’ Paul said with a deep voice.

Princess Melanie stood on tiptoes to kiss Paul. He turned to meet her, gripped her tight by her rear, and stuck his tongue in her mouth. I watched in envy. When they finally broke apart, Princess hummed and smiled with satisfaction. She turned to face me.

‘Paul is here to do the job you could never, ever do,’ she said, oh so sweetly, ‘and you’re going to watch. He might even let you participate a bit. Won’t that be fun?’

I nodded, jealousy for this man standing with his hand on my Princess’ ass, this man who would get to fuck her, roiling inside me. ‘Yes Princess.’

Part Three

Princess Melanie and her stud Paul ignored me for the next few minutes.

Paul had Princess pinned to the bed as he fondled her breasts and kissed her passionately. Princess had one leg up, revealing a tasty thigh, her dress having ridden up to her waist in their intimate embrace. I could see a hint of her red knickers. Paul ground his crotch into her and she giggled.

I was aflame with jealousy, but also rock hard in my pink panties as I knelt beside the bed and watched.

Paul ignored me for the most part, but occasionally Princess would peek at me sideways, smirking tauntingly at me. She knew I wanted her so badly, and she loved showing me that I wasn’t worthy, and that I’d never get to touch and be with her like Paul or her other studs.

After several minutes of kissing and fondling, Princess pushed Paul up and off of her. She followed him up, gave him a quick kiss, and then jumped off the bed. She put her panty-covered crotch in my face. It was damp with her arousal. I loved the way she smelt.

‘You want this loser?’

‘Yes P-princess,’ I stammered.

She laughed. ‘Tough shit jackass. You don’t get that unless I say so, and right now, you’re just not ready for it. You don’t deserve to lick my pussy. You have to earn it. Am I clear?’

       

‘Yes Princess.’

‘But don’t say I’m not a generous Princess,’ she said, turning to present her ass cheeks to me, revealed so magnificently by the red thong she wore. ‘Kiss my ass!’

       

‘Yes Princess,’ I replied submissively, looking longingly at her perfect cheeks, before diving in and kissing them with abandon. She laughed. ‘Slower bitch! Lovingly. I don’t want you to slaver all over my ass! Worship it!’

       

I slowed down, pressing dainty little kisses, soft and long, all over her beautiful bottom. Paul came over to watch, looking at me like I was a cockroach. Princess Melanie snagged him as he passed and pulled him closer for another hot wet kiss. I could hear it – the sound of wet tongue and lips crashing together over and over.

       

Princess Melanie moaned and wiggled her ass in my face as I knelt behind her kissing her rear. ‘Hmm,’ she hummed into Paul’s mouth, ‘you know what I want you to do for me Paul?’

       

‘What babe?’ he asked.

       

‘I want you to lick my pussy while Shawnie kneels behind me and licks my ass,’ she said, and I could tell she was smirking wickedly. He laughed.

       

‘Sure thing babe.’

       

I saw Paul crouch, watched as he hooked his thumbs into the straps of Princess’ thong, and then as he pulled them slowly down, revealing her bare ass to my eyes. Princess stepped out of the thong and he tossed it between her legs at me. I wasn’t fast enough to catch it and it slapped me right in the face. They both laughed. Princess looked over her shoulder at me.

       

‘Aww, poor boy, are we picking on you?’ She mocked me with her false sincerity. Then she reached down and pulled the rest of her dress over her head. I felt my erection throb as she exposed her flawless naked breasts. She looked right at me, taunting me with her nudity for just one second, and then turning back to Paul and presenting me with her backside again. ‘Get back to work.’

       

I leant forwards to eagerly kiss her bare bottom.

       

I felt more than saw her remove Paul’s t-shirt. His pants and boxers followed, and then his cock and balls came into my line of sight between Princess’ legs as he knelt before her as well. He began to lick her pussy.

       

‘What are you waiting for bitch? I said I wanted you to lick my ass while my stud here licks my pussy. Get that tongue in there! All the way in my asshole!’

‘Yes Princess.’

I stuck out my tongue and wormed it in between her butt cheeks, flicking it around until I found her asshole. I went to work, swiping my tongue up and down over her tight rosebud. The smell wasn’t bad, just slightly musty. Her ass tasted sweaty more than anything else. Let’s say I was glad she kept her bottom clean.

Princess moaned and writhed in delight, being worshipped at both ends, and being treated like the true Princess she was.

‘That’s it,’ she sighed out, ‘ooh, yes, right there, good boys. Yes. Mmm. Get that tongue in my asshole buttface!’

I quickly formed a point with my tongue and tried to pry it into her tight rear hole. There was resistance, but I managed to get it in a little. Princess let out a little mewl and I renewed my efforts to please her anally. My tongue was like a piston, jabbing back and forth, slowing opening her asshole bit by bit.

She giggled with delight. ‘Oooh, that’s it asslicker, can you taste my shit yet?’ She laughed.

Paul and I worshipped Princess for a while longer, and then she was shuddering, her body quaking in orgasm. She bent forwards to rest her hands on Paul’s shoulders, further sticking her ass in my face. ‘Oooooohh, yes! Oh yes. Yes. Mmm.’ She continued to moan happily as she came down from her first orgasm. Then she shoved me away with a backwards thrust of her hips. ‘That’s enough of that,’ she said, ‘I’ve got a new task for you. I think I’ve been hogging all the pleasure so far, and that’s not fair on Paul here, is it? Is it?!’

‘No Princess,’ I said, not even bothering to ask her if what she was about to propose would be fair to me. I knew it wouldn’t.

‘That’s right. No, it’s not. So what you’re going to do now, while Paul continues to lick my wet pussycat, is, you’re going to get down there between my legs and suck and lick Paul’s heavy, hairy balls.’ She burst out laughing.

I felt my heart in my throat. She wanted me to lick his balls?

‘What’s wrong?’ she taunted me. ‘You don’t want to do it? Why not? Come on, answer me!’

‘I-I-I’m not gay Princess.’

She chuckled. ‘You’re not?’

‘No Princess, please, I don’t like men.’

‘Uh-huh.’ She didn’t sound convinced.

I tried to think of something to say to convince her not to make me do this, but I couldn’t think of anything else. ‘Please Princess, I’m not gay.’

‘Then why are you wearing pink panties and a bra? Why do you have slutty make up all over your ugly face? Huh? Is that something a straight guy would do?’

I lowered my head in shame. Paul smirked at me. Melanie looked down on me, daring me to contradict her.

I shook in freight and humiliation and I had to admit, ‘no Princess, it isn’t.’

‘So why are you wearing bra and panties then? Why do you have make up on? Hmm? Speak up!’

‘. . . because. . . because I’m not straight Princess.’

She smiled widely. ‘And what are you?’

I swallowed heavily. ‘Gay, Princess.’

She laughed throatily. ‘You mean you are a fucking faggot then?’

‘Yes Princess.’

‘Look at me!’

I looked up into her cruel eyes. ‘Say it!’

‘I’m a faggot Princess.’

‘Haha, and you want to suck and lick my studs balls, don’t you faggot?’

‘Yes Princess.’

‘Then get your slutty face between my legs and do it!’

Tears leaked out of the corners of my eyes as I lowered my head to do as she commanded. His huge heavy balls loomed before me. I closed my eyes, stuck out my tongue, and gave them a tentative lick. They were hairy and squashy and horrible. I forced myself to lick again, and then again, until I built up a steady rhythm.

‘That’s it, lick those big hairy balls!’ Princess Melanie sang out contemptuously.

I did so as Paul began to worship my Princess’ pussy again.

‘And don’t forget to suck on them!’

I complied, taking one ball into my mouth and sucking. I heard Paul groan with pleasure. I took in the other one and gave that a good sucking on as well. His balls tasted sour and smelt strongly of testosterone. I wrinkled my nose.

I heard Princess giggling delightfully as she enjoyed her power over me.

A few minutes later she apparently tired of making me suck Paul’s balls. ‘Now take that thick cock in your mouth and get it hard and ready for me!’

‘Yes Princess,’ I replied obediently.

I hesitated a little, but eventually wrapped my lips around Paul’s enormous dick and sucked him into my mouth. I kept up the suction as I worked my lips up and down his hardening shaft. Eventually he was as hard as could be at a full nine inches, his thick pulsing member stuffed into my mouth. I gagged on his huge cock, but continued to pleasure him with my mouth and tongue. I ran my tongue all along the underside of his penis, then around the tip, and then back down to the base, deepthroating him as best I could. I gagged several times, and each time Princess laughed at my misery. Pre-cum oozed into my mouth and coated my tongue and I knew without being told that I had to swallow every last drop of it.

Eventually she stepped away and pulled me back by my hair. His cock popped free of my mouth, dripping pre-cum.

‘Good boy,’ she said, in that same patronizing tone as before. ‘Now kneel here and watch as my stud fucks me silly.’

‘Yes Princess.’

She climbed onto the bed and lay back for him. Paul followed her up and knelt between her legs, positioning his great cock at her opening. She looked right in my eyes as he penetrated her, her mouth opening in a sigh of pleasure. Her pink tongue looked so delicious as it peeked out of her mouth.

Oh how I loved her. How I wished I could be Paul. I wanted nothing more than to close my eyes and look away, to not have to be here and witness this, but I knew I couldn’t. Princess wanted me here to see what I would never have. She delighted in tormenting me.

Paul began at a steady rhythm, his ass pounding up and down, his cock plunging into her with a wet noise. Princess kept her eyes on me as she writhed sexually beneath him. He groaned as he began to pick up the pace, faster and faster.

I couldn’t believe how much stamina Paul had. I’m sure I would have blown my load by now, maybe even the moment my cock touched her perfect pussy, but he was still going strong five minutes later when she had her second orgasm of the night. He showed no sign of tiring or even nearing his own orgasm.

After Princess came back down from her second orgasm, they repositioned themselves. This time, Paul would take her from behind doggy style, while Princess was on all fours, her face directly in front of mine. She grinned wickedly at me as he went back to work, pounding her pussy furiously.

‘You like… watching me… get fucked… by a real man… loser?’ Princess grunted out at me, smirking.

Tears coursed down my cheeks. I couldn’t pretend. I didn’t know what she wanted this time. So I told the truth. ‘N-no P-p-princess,’ I snivelled pathetically.

She laughed. ‘Aww, too bad. Get used to it faggot.’

Paul’s hips make thwacking noises against her ass as he pounded Princess from behind.

‘It’s not all bad geek,’ she said to me in mock sympathy. ‘You’ve been a good boy tonight, so you will get your reward. You’ve earned the honour of licking my pussy. Right after Paul is finished, I’ll let you clean me up. Now isn’t that generous of me?’

I nodded. ‘Yes Princess.’

As if in response to those words, Paul picked up the pace even more. Princess arched her back, her mouth open, moaning with happiness. Her amazing tits swung back and forth as Paul pummelled her with his rod. As great lovers do, they somehow managed to orgasm together. Princess bit her lips and cried out as she reached her third orgasm. A moment later Paul grunted and spurted inside her.

They remained slumped together for half a minute, and then Paul pulled free of Princess. Princess rolled onto her back and looked at me, pointing lazily at Paul. ‘Clean Paul first.’

‘Yes Princess,’ I said, and crawled over to where Paul now stood, his limp cock covered in sperm. I licked him clean and swallowed his nasty, salty cum. Paul left the room when I was done.

‘Now come here,’ Princess said, again waving lazily. I crawled over and up onto the bed. ‘Get your face in here and clean me up. Suck all his cum out of my pussy.’

‘Yes Princess.’

I gazed down at her puffy pink lips, her clit winking at me, globs of semen leaking out of her folds. She had a neat trim of hair above her lips.

‘Hurry up!’

‘Yes Princess, sorry Princess.’

Without further ado, I lowered my face to her sticky pussy and began to lick. Her taste and smell was overpowered by Paul’s giant load. I licked at all of the readily available cum, before forming a seal over her opening and sucking. My mouth was soon full of Paul’s hot spunk.

‘Don’t swallow yet! Just get it all out of my pussy and in your mouth.’

I did as instructed; sucking and sucking until her pussy was absolutely clean of cum.

‘Now sit up and open your mouth, I want to see all that nice thick creamy cum in your mouth.’ She smiled as I obeyed. ‘Hmm, that’s nice huh?’ I nodded – I had no choice. She giggled. ‘Okay, now swallow! All of it!’ I forced myself to swallow. ‘Mmm. Yummy yummy, isn’t it?’ She rubbed her tummy as she said this.

‘Yes Princess.’

She laughed at me and then shoved me backwards off the bed with her foot. ‘Alright, get dressed and get out of my sight whore.’

From where I had landed on the floor, I looked at her lying on the bed, and asked plaintively, questioningly, ‘Princess?’ That wasn’t it, was it?

‘Are you deaf idiot? Get out of my sight! Freak!’

I sniffed and nodded. ‘Yes Princess.’

I grabbed my discarded clothes and the bag of underwear Princess had bought for me, and fled the room. Paul was waiting for me. He grabbed me as I excited her room and propelled me down the hall.

‘Ah!’ I cried in surprise.

He forced me down the stairs, opened the door, and literally tossed me out of the house. I landed on my front and heard him slam the door behind me. Getting to my feet, I looked up at the house. Princess stood at her window, pointing and laughing at me. I looked down at myself, dressed in nothing but a pink pair of knickers and a bra, with my face all made up like a tramp, and then realised I was outside where anyone could see me. I tripped all over myself trying to get dressed and cover as much of my shame as I could.

Up in her room, Princess Melanie continued to laugh as she watched me fumble with my clothes.

It was going to be a long walk home.

And how would I explain my made up face and plucked eyebrows to my parents?