Miss Prissy Paunceworth Chapter V Prissy s Frilly Frolics
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I let the music lead my body, let it guide my hips to sway to the beat, let it shake my ass and jiggle my hips with abandon.
“Drink your whisky! I want you good and drunk,” you command me, and I raise my glass in a toast to you, giggling and dancing still, and drain the shot in one. Then I wave my glass at you and you snatch it from my fingers, grinning. Having refilled both our glasses, you hand me it back to me and raise yours in a toast.
“To sluts,” you say, making me giggle again. I’m tipsy and excited, and horny as hell.
“To sluts!” I toast and drain my drink again.
“That’s better,” you tell me approvingly as I start to wiggle my ass for you again, “Now start stripping. I just want you in panties and heels,”
I smile coyly back over my shoulder at you, grasping the corners of my thin silky blouse at the back and pulling them upwards slowly to reveal my tanned and toned back. The fabric whispers across my skin sensually as I pull it off, making my already hard nipples tingle. I turn back to face you, holding my shirt to my tits with my hands, then let the shirt fall so I am just cupping them in my palms.
“Ahh, very nice. Good slut,” you tell me and I beam at the praise while I draw my nipples into my fingers and pinch them hard before letting my tits go to bounce in full view. You make an approving noise then wave the whisky bottle at me, so I come over to you for a top up. Your refill the glasses, but when I reach for mine you snatch it back and shake your head.
“You got to work for it. Get the skirt off and bend over and spread your little pussy in our thong,”
I smile and turn around again, unzipping my tiny little black skirt and letting it fall in a little puddle on the floor. You growl your approval enthusiastically and I bend slowly over, arching my back and keeping my head high. My black hair tumbles down my naked back. I run my hands down from my tits to my waist, then round to my ass. My thong is barely more than a piece of black ribbon between my ass cheeks, and as I bend further over, I know my plump pussy lips are on display between my thighs. My hands slide over my butt and my fingertips find my wet slit, which I pull wide apart as I thrust my hips back to give you the very best view I can.
“Ohh, you fucking slut. That’s a fucking nice pussy,” you tell me, groaning. A glance my shoulder shows my you have your cock out of our jeans now, and you are pumping that delicious long, thick shaft in your fist as you look at me. The fire of unbridled lust in your eyes makes my pussy quiver.
“Get over here and suck me, slut,” you say, the drinks forgotten about for now.
I lick my lips and drop to my knees so that I can crawl towards you. I love to look up and see you towering above me, your cock stiff and straight, ready for me to worship. You grab my hair and force my face against your balls, drowning me in the wonderful smell of you.
“Do you love my cock?” You ask, making me grin like the cat with the cream.
“Oh yes, I love your cock! Please let me taste it!” I beg, knowing how much you love to hear me beg like such a wanton slut.
“Go on then, lick it, slut,” you order, pulling my mouth to your cock by my hair. My pussy is already dripping with anticipation. I look up at you, batting my eyelashes, and run the tip of my tongue swirling first around your balls, then up along the whole length of you.
“Mmmmm,” I purr with pleasure, “You taste so good, please, please can I have more? Can I please suck you?” I beg you as I work, craving the feel of your cock head in my mouth.
“Yes, suck me, little whore,” you say at last, giving in to my pleas. I hungrily wrap my lips around the tip of your cock, clasping my hands behind my back so I can focus on pleasuring you with my mouth. With you controlling my head with your grip on my hair, you push your way into my eager mouth, taking your time to savour the wet heat of it. I suckle, trying to draw more of you into me, longing to have you hit the back of my throat so I can start swallowing you down. I love it when you fuck my throat, pumping your hips against my face while my hair is wound into a vice grip around your fist. You know this fine well of course, and you want to tease your slut and hear her beg some more, so you don’t thrust all the way in to me. Instead, you play me for an age, mostly fucking my face with only the head of your cock, or just a bit more to tease me.
“Please let me swallow you,” I manage to gasp between your thrusts, and you smile broadly down at me.
“Rub your clit,” you instruct before you continue to tease me some more. I do as you tell me, and gasp because my clit is hard and sensitive, but I still desperately want to take you down into my throat.
“Please, Sir, let me swallow you!” I beg and you pull away, laughing.
“Not till we’ve had another toast!” You tell me, and you hand my drink down to me. I raise it up as you do, knowing it’s my turn.
“To Cock!” I say and you chuckle.
“To cock,” you reply. You grab me by the hair again and thrust straight into my mouth even as the whisky is still burning it’s way down. The head of your cock hits the back of my mouth and I swallow, years of training and practice making it easy. Straight away you are fucking my slut mouth like a cunt, and all I can do is hum my pleasure and rub my clit furiously to show you how much I am loving it. Suddenly you push me away - not too roughly, but certainly firmly, and I rock back onto my heels to look up at you while I work to bring myself back under control. I haven’t stopped rubbing my clit yet, but I’m doing it now in lazy circles, spreading my pussy lips with my other hand to give you a better view.
“Good slut,” you say, reaching for the whisky bottle again. I watch you, trying to recall exactly how many it’s been. Three, I think. Still within our limit.
“Dance for me again,” you say, and I bring myself to my feet then into a turn that I know shows off my ass, then I let myself get pulled in by the music again. It’s whisky music alright, bluesy, sleazy and slow. Good for dancing sexily to. I imagine myself a stripper in a glam rock video as I dance, spinning and grinding, teasing my pussy and pinching my nipples, then abandoning all pretence and fucking my own fingers as I thrust my hips to the music.
“Fuck yeah, you filthy little cunt,” you say, wanking that beautiful cock of yours hard while you watch me. We’ve forgotten the drinks again, but it doesn’t matter much. I cum hard on my own fingers, the hot lust in your eyes is tips me over the edge, but I can’t get enough of that look, so I keep my eyes wide as I cum. My pussy spasms around my hand, squirting gushes of slut juice over my thighs. You pump your cock hard and praise me for being such a horny little slut, but you stop to help me back to my knees when I have stopped shuddering.
“Another drink, slut?” You ask me and I nod gratefully. You pass me it and raise your glass.
“To squirting cunts!” You exclaim, your cock hard as stone as it juts out of your jeans.
“To squirting cunts!” I toast back, giggling a little wildly. It took me a while to acquire the skill and you love it so much now when I do it for you.
With the toast done you sit back on your armchair and beckon me over.
“Ride my cock for a while, bitch,” you say, grasping me around the hips and maneuvering me into place above your twitching cock, pushing my little black thong to one side. My pussy is so wet now you slide easily inside me to the hilt, and you growl as you grind your hips against my thighs.
“That is nice pussy,” you tell me while your cock hits a sensitive spot deep inside me. I arch my back and moan, wriggling as I do, and that entices you to thrust hard into me several times, holding my hips in a vice grip as you fuck me, making me squeal at the way you make me feel. I’m almost cumming again when you stop, and I look down at you imploringly.
“Please let me cum round your cock,” I beg you.
“Ride it slowly and rub your clit,” you tell me, grinning again because I am begging again.
I find my clit and my pussy spasms, making you groan. I glide slowly upwards, my soaking cunt drenching you and making it effortless but oh so fucking delicious. I love the way your cock stretches me, and when I fuck you slowly like this I can luxuriate in that sensation, but with how close to cumming I already am, combined with the insistent pressure of my fingers on my clit working in the way I’ve learned brings me off most quickly for your pleasure, it is mere seconds before my pussy is squeezing your cock tightly as I cum hard, and wet, around it.
“Fuck yeah, good slut!” you praise me, slapping my ass as I cum and ramming yourself hard up into me. Still you push me off before the spasms have subsided, and position me bent over your chair with my ass in the air, ready for you to slide right into me again. I gasp and whimper, shaken with aftershocks, and you slap my ass a few more times to settle me down a little. Once I’m steady again, you find the bottle and the glasses somehow and quickly refill them. Somehow I manage to clasp my glass in my shaky hand and raise it for a toast, in spite of being bent over and filled with cock.
“To a good pussy pounding!” I declare, and he chuckles again. I feel his cock twitch inside me.
“To a good pussy pounding!” You agree.
The hot wave of the whisky hits me at the same time as you push inside me as deep as you can. You’ve got my hips in that tight grip again, pressing us as hard together as you can. I let out another squeal and arch myself back so that I can take you even deeper.
“Oh yes, you little slut,” you whisper hotly against my neck and I shiver all over at just how hot that feels. You slowly slide out of me again and I can’t help but whine. I don’t want you to lose the feel of you inside me. But that’s the moment when you chose to unleash all your lust on my little, hungry cunt. You thrust back into me hard and fast, over and over again, while I buck and writhe in wet, juicy extacy beneath and around you. All the while I’m begging you to use me, to wank in my sluthole. You pull out and pour your cum all over me after I cum again harder than any time yet.
“Thank you!” I manage to gasp, and you laugh.
“You’re welcome, slut,” you tell me with a smile.
“Drink your whisky! I want you good and drunk,” you command me, and I raise my glass in a toast to you, giggling and dancing still, and drain the shot in one. Then I wave my glass at you and you snatch it from my fingers, grinning. Having refilled both our glasses, you hand me it back to me and raise yours in a toast.
“To sluts,” you say, making me giggle again. I’m tipsy and excited, and horny as hell.
“To sluts!” I toast and drain my drink again.
“That’s better,” you tell me approvingly as I start to wiggle my ass for you again, “Now start stripping. I just want you in panties and heels,”
I smile coyly back over my shoulder at you, grasping the corners of my thin silky blouse at the back and pulling them upwards slowly to reveal my tanned and toned back. The fabric whispers across my skin sensually as I pull it off, making my already hard nipples tingle. I turn back to face you, holding my shirt to my tits with my hands, then let the shirt fall so I am just cupping them in my palms.
“Ahh, very nice. Good slut,” you tell me and I beam at the praise while I draw my nipples into my fingers and pinch them hard before letting my tits go to bounce in full view. You make an approving noise then wave the whisky bottle at me, so I come over to you for a top up. Your refill the glasses, but when I reach for mine you snatch it back and shake your head.
“You got to work for it. Get the skirt off and bend over and spread your little pussy in our thong,”
I smile and turn around again, unzipping my tiny little black skirt and letting it fall in a little puddle on the floor. You growl your approval enthusiastically and I bend slowly over, arching my back and keeping my head high. My black hair tumbles down my naked back. I run my hands down from my tits to my waist, then round to my ass. My thong is barely more than a piece of black ribbon between my ass cheeks, and as I bend further over, I know my plump pussy lips are on display between my thighs. My hands slide over my butt and my fingertips find my wet slit, which I pull wide apart as I thrust my hips back to give you the very best view I can.
“Ohh, you fucking slut. That’s a fucking nice pussy,” you tell me, groaning. A glance my shoulder shows my you have your cock out of our jeans now, and you are pumping that delicious long, thick shaft in your fist as you look at me. The fire of unbridled lust in your eyes makes my pussy quiver.
“Get over here and suck me, slut,” you say, the drinks forgotten about for now.
I lick my lips and drop to my knees so that I can crawl towards you. I love to look up and see you towering above me, your cock stiff and straight, ready for me to worship. You grab my hair and force my face against your balls, drowning me in the wonderful smell of you.
“Do you love my cock?” You ask, making me grin like the cat with the cream.
“Oh yes, I love your cock! Please let me taste it!” I beg, knowing how much you love to hear me beg like such a wanton slut.
“Go on then, lick it, slut,” you order, pulling my mouth to your cock by my hair. My pussy is already dripping with anticipation. I look up at you, batting my eyelashes, and run the tip of my tongue swirling first around your balls, then up along the whole length of you.
“Mmmmm,” I purr with pleasure, “You taste so good, please, please can I have more? Can I please suck you?” I beg you as I work, craving the feel of your cock head in my mouth.
“Yes, suck me, little whore,” you say at last, giving in to my pleas. I hungrily wrap my lips around the tip of your cock, clasping my hands behind my back so I can focus on pleasuring you with my mouth. With you controlling my head with your grip on my hair, you push your way into my eager mouth, taking your time to savour the wet heat of it. I suckle, trying to draw more of you into me, longing to have you hit the back of my throat so I can start swallowing you down. I love it when you fuck my throat, pumping your hips against my face while my hair is wound into a vice grip around your fist. You know this fine well of course, and you want to tease your slut and hear her beg some more, so you don’t thrust all the way in to me. Instead, you play me for an age, mostly fucking my face with only the head of your cock, or just a bit more to tease me.
“Please let me swallow you,” I manage to gasp between your thrusts, and you smile broadly down at me.
“Rub your clit,” you instruct before you continue to tease me some more. I do as you tell me, and gasp because my clit is hard and sensitive, but I still desperately want to take you down into my throat.
“Please, Sir, let me swallow you!” I beg and you pull away, laughing.
“Not till we’ve had another toast!” You tell me, and you hand my drink down to me. I raise it up as you do, knowing it’s my turn.
“To Cock!” I say and you chuckle.
“To cock,” you reply. You grab me by the hair again and thrust straight into my mouth even as the whisky is still burning it’s way down. The head of your cock hits the back of my mouth and I swallow, years of training and practice making it easy. Straight away you are fucking my slut mouth like a cunt, and all I can do is hum my pleasure and rub my clit furiously to show you how much I am loving it. Suddenly you push me away - not too roughly, but certainly firmly, and I rock back onto my heels to look up at you while I work to bring myself back under control. I haven’t stopped rubbing my clit yet, but I’m doing it now in lazy circles, spreading my pussy lips with my other hand to give you a better view.
“Good slut,” you say, reaching for the whisky bottle again. I watch you, trying to recall exactly how many it’s been. Three, I think. Still within our limit.
“Dance for me again,” you say, and I bring myself to my feet then into a turn that I know shows off my ass, then I let myself get pulled in by the music again. It’s whisky music alright, bluesy, sleazy and slow. Good for dancing sexily to. I imagine myself a stripper in a glam rock video as I dance, spinning and grinding, teasing my pussy and pinching my nipples, then abandoning all pretence and fucking my own fingers as I thrust my hips to the music.
“Fuck yeah, you filthy little cunt,” you say, wanking that beautiful cock of yours hard while you watch me. We’ve forgotten the drinks again, but it doesn’t matter much. I cum hard on my own fingers, the hot lust in your eyes is tips me over the edge, but I can’t get enough of that look, so I keep my eyes wide as I cum. My pussy spasms around my hand, squirting gushes of slut juice over my thighs. You pump your cock hard and praise me for being such a horny little slut, but you stop to help me back to my knees when I have stopped shuddering.
“Another drink, slut?” You ask me and I nod gratefully. You pass me it and raise your glass.
“To squirting cunts!” You exclaim, your cock hard as stone as it juts out of your jeans.
“To squirting cunts!” I toast back, giggling a little wildly. It took me a while to acquire the skill and you love it so much now when I do it for you.
With the toast done you sit back on your armchair and beckon me over.
“Ride my cock for a while, bitch,” you say, grasping me around the hips and maneuvering me into place above your twitching cock, pushing my little black thong to one side. My pussy is so wet now you slide easily inside me to the hilt, and you growl as you grind your hips against my thighs.
“That is nice pussy,” you tell me while your cock hits a sensitive spot deep inside me. I arch my back and moan, wriggling as I do, and that entices you to thrust hard into me several times, holding my hips in a vice grip as you fuck me, making me squeal at the way you make me feel. I’m almost cumming again when you stop, and I look down at you imploringly.
“Please let me cum round your cock,” I beg you.
“Ride it slowly and rub your clit,” you tell me, grinning again because I am begging again.
I find my clit and my pussy spasms, making you groan. I glide slowly upwards, my soaking cunt drenching you and making it effortless but oh so fucking delicious. I love the way your cock stretches me, and when I fuck you slowly like this I can luxuriate in that sensation, but with how close to cumming I already am, combined with the insistent pressure of my fingers on my clit working in the way I’ve learned brings me off most quickly for your pleasure, it is mere seconds before my pussy is squeezing your cock tightly as I cum hard, and wet, around it.
“Fuck yeah, good slut!” you praise me, slapping my ass as I cum and ramming yourself hard up into me. Still you push me off before the spasms have subsided, and position me bent over your chair with my ass in the air, ready for you to slide right into me again. I gasp and whimper, shaken with aftershocks, and you slap my ass a few more times to settle me down a little. Once I’m steady again, you find the bottle and the glasses somehow and quickly refill them. Somehow I manage to clasp my glass in my shaky hand and raise it for a toast, in spite of being bent over and filled with cock.
“To a good pussy pounding!” I declare, and he chuckles again. I feel his cock twitch inside me.
“To a good pussy pounding!” You agree.
The hot wave of the whisky hits me at the same time as you push inside me as deep as you can. You’ve got my hips in that tight grip again, pressing us as hard together as you can. I let out another squeal and arch myself back so that I can take you even deeper.
“Oh yes, you little slut,” you whisper hotly against my neck and I shiver all over at just how hot that feels. You slowly slide out of me again and I can’t help but whine. I don’t want you to lose the feel of you inside me. But that’s the moment when you chose to unleash all your lust on my little, hungry cunt. You thrust back into me hard and fast, over and over again, while I buck and writhe in wet, juicy extacy beneath and around you. All the while I’m begging you to use me, to wank in my sluthole. You pull out and pour your cum all over me after I cum again harder than any time yet.
“Thank you!” I manage to gasp, and you laugh.
“You’re welcome, slut,” you tell me with a smile.
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