Page 8 of A Curvy Girl for the Prince
“Yes, I suppose so,” Martha murmurs while looking down. But then she clears her throat and nods. “Of course, my prince. Just tell me what to do. Where would you like me to start?”
That’s my opening, and I smile wide, almost grimacing with anticipation.
“Good question,” I rumble. “I like my women slutty and wet, not to mention untouched. Youarea virgin, aren’t you?” I ask. “And I mean, both in your pussy and your ass. Don’t try to lie either because I always know.”
Martha swallows again, her eyes still wide, but she nods slowly.
“I am, Prince Haakon. No man has ever touched me before.”
“Never?” I ask in a sibilant voice. “Again, don’t lie because I can always tell.”
Martha’s cheeks go pink, but she nods again.
“Never,” she affirms. “I swear it.”
“Good, then let’s test that claim for ourselves, shall we?” I ask. “Take off your skirt, honey, because I want to inspect you. We’ll see if you’re the virgin you claim to be.”
Martha gasps, and stares again. But then with trembling hands, she obeys. The curvaceous brunette stands before slowly slipping out of the lace top, revealing big Double Ds encased in a black bra. Then, she unzips her mini-skirt and wriggles the material off, revealing a tiny g-string that barely covers her clit. Oh shit, I’m losing it already and shift uncomfortably in my seat.
“Like this?” she mewls, standing before me in the sassy lingerie.
“No, take it all off,” I growl, blue eyes flashing. “Let’s see what Nerilda’s graced me with tonight.”
The flush on Martha’s cheeks becomes scarlet, but she obeys and slowly unsnaps her bra, revealing two huge ivory orbs, gorgeous in their creaminess. The pink nipples are already hard, and I let out a low laugh, my cocks jerking once again.
“Panties too,” I command in a rough voice.
Martha obeys, turning her back while lowering the lace before stepping out of the g-string, her curves quivering.
“Face me, sweetheart,” I rasp. “I want to see what I’ve bought.”
Martha turns slowly in high heels, and the oxygen leaves my lungs because she’s gorgeous. She’s wearing nothing but stilettos and a pair of sheer stockings that cling lovingly to her thighs. The slit between her legs is already wet, and her pussy lips are puffy.
“Show me your clit,” I rasp, blue eyes gleaming. “I want to see.”
“What?” the beautiful brunette gasps, the pulse at her throat beating like a butterfly’s wings. “I’m sorry?”
I fix her with a hungry look.
“I want to see your clit, baby. Show me.”
Martha’s totally still, quivering in place. But then, she nods and slowly turns around before parting her legs in a wide vee. She leans over so that her head’s now between her knees, her brown curls dangling to the floor.
“Can you see it, my prince?” she whispers. “Is this good?”
I shake my head, my eyes eating up the pink swollenness between her thighs.
“No, sweetheart. Use your fingers to hold your pussy lips open for me. Show me everything,” I rasp.
She hesitates again, but then nods, her big breasts swaying. Slowly, Martha reaches her hands between her legs and then pulls her pussy lips apart, revealing the glistening pink flesh between them. Not only that but her clit is revealed, huge and aroused too. The stiff nub must be at least two inches long and throbbing with desire.
“Like this, Prince Haakon?” she whispers. “Is this what you wanted to see?”
Immediately, I’m on my knees behind her, pressing a kiss to her big bottom.
“This is exactly what I want,” I rasp against her smooth skin. “Now, let’s begin the inspection.”
With that, I fork my tongue behind her back, where the sweet girl can’t see. It’s a genetic trait among the Lysenian royal men. Not all of my relatives can do it; only some of us, me included. Basically, my tongue looks normal most of the time, and it performs all the functions of a normal man’s tongue when it comes to sensory reception. But when the occasion calls, I can fork my tongue so that it resembles a reptile’s tongue, with the same sensitivity, dexterity, and length. It makes for some good oral sex, I’ll tell you, and Martha’s going to experience it.