Page 16 of A Curvy Girl for the Prince
“Check?” Matilda whispers, looking at me with wide eyes. Two spots of pink dapple her cheeks, and I nod.
“Check,” I affirm. “I’m going to check your pussy and ass, sweetheart, to see if your date has touched and tasted you.”
She gasps.
“No, absolutely not,” she pants, wriggling in my arms while trying to get away. “This is insane. I’m on a date with another man, and you can’t barge in to allegedly “check” what I’ve been doing. No way, Jose.”
But I’m already cupping her pussy, and I squeeze that soft mound a bit, making her moan beneath my hand. Gratifyingly, her panties are already soaked through, making my cocks jerk.
“But sweetheart, that’s what you don’t get. I’m a patron. Aroyalpatron at the driving range,” I drawl. “Meanwhile, aren’t you curious about how I’m going to conduct the inspection? I know you’ve seen my double cocks, but we didn’t get much time to talk about them last night. Plus, you haven’t seen this either,” I say, leaning in to kiss her mouth before pulling away and splitting my tongue before her eyes. “Does that scare you?”
The beautiful woman stares at my forked tongue, her eyes wide.
“What is that?” she manages in a faint voice.
“What I use to inspect women,” I say in a sibilant hiss, wiggling the two ends suggestively as she gasps. “I kept it under wraps last night because you were busy dealing with my double-headed tool, but my tongue is one of the genetic “gifts,” should I say, imparted by the Lysenian royal blood. It’s like a reptile tongue, but even better.”
Martha’s still staring at my tongue, her face pale.
“But what does it do?” she whispers.
“You already know what it can do,” I say with a smirk. “I tugged on your clit plenty of times last night, making you scream. It’s prehensile, see?” I ask, showing how the ends are able to form a loop. “I use it to give women pleasure, and even better, the sensory buds I have on my tongue are super-charged. I snaked it up your ass plenty of times last night, and that’s how I knew you were an anal virgin, Matilda. There was no taste of sperm in your rectum, sweetheart. You’re as sweet and fresh as the day you were born.”
“I’m sorry?” Matilda whispers, her eyes shocked even as her cheeks warm. “You’re able to taste another man’s sperm?”
I shrug.
“It’s not the best flavor, I’ll give you that. It’s not my preferred thirst quencher. But yeah, I can tell when a man’s ejaculated inside you, and that’s how I go about inspecting my women. I slide my tongue right into their pussies and asses, and the tang of another man’s semen almost always gives it away. Even when they use a condom, I can usually pick up the scent of their semen beneath the underlying latex smell,” I add with a quirk of my eyebrow. “So don’t think about lying, because I’ll catch you.”
“I haven’t let anyone touch me since last night, Haakon,” Matilda says in a stiff voice. “I swear it. You don’t have to stick your tongue up my butt or pussy to check.”
“No, but I do,” I growl. “In fact, I’m very much looking forward to it. Now off with your outfit, sweetheart. Even if it’s a very cute get-up, it’s time to take it off,” I drawl, lasciviously eyeing her curves up and down.
Matilda stands before me, quivering and lush. I can tell she’s outraged as her big bosom heaves, two spots of color on her cheeks. Yet, I can also tell that she wants it, even if at the moment, she’s calculating how to make her escape.
“There’s no way out,” I drawl. “The best way is to let me do my inspection.”
Evidently, the sassy brunette comes to the same conclusion because with slow hands, she reaches behind herself to unzip her mini-skirt before letting it drop to the floor. Gratifyingly, her pink panties are thoroughly drenched at the crotch, turning them a deep rose color.
“That too,” I say, indicating her top. “You know I like my women totally nude.”
Matilda looks as if she’s about to protest, but then she thinks better of it and slowly pulls her pink polo shirt over her head, revealing those luscious Double D’s overflowing a lacy blush-colored bra.
“Off with the lingerie too, honey. Like I said: totally bare.”
Matilda looks like she’s going to object again, but my girl is smart and knows that there’s no sense in fighting. As a result, she unclips her bra in the back, letting those creamy mounds fall out, before stepping out of her pink panties. The lace is soaked through, and I inhale deeply, punch-drunk already on the smell of her arousal.
“Beautiful,” I growl. “Now, sweetheart, I’m going to inspect you. Come here, baby.”
I sit on a nearby sofa and beckon to Matilda. She approaches, her brown eyes wide and aroused even as her breasts bounce.
“How do you want to do this?” she asks in a breathy tone.
“The way I always do,” I drawl. “Get up on the couch and plant your pussy on my face, honey. I’ll stick my tongue inside your holes, and if you’re free of another man’s sperm, then you’re good to go.”
She pauses, brown eyes wide.
“But I already told you. I only got to the driving range, and no one’s touched me, much less Albert.”