WILD PLEASURE {short erotic stories} Chapter 39: THE WET PRINCESS(1)

CHAPTER 1 

“Uunnggghhhhh… Uhhhh…” The guttural grunting woke Princess Marianna May from her slumber. 

She rubbed her eyes, l momentarily forgetting where she was. Then she looked around and remembered – this wasn’t her room at the palace. 

She was at some obscure village inn, having run away from her tyrant father. She sprang from the covers of the comfortable bed in the rented attic room. 

It was already dark outside and she was alone. A lone oil lamp flickered on a table at the far end of the room. Earlier, the princess had dispatched her faithful lady-in-waiting, Katie, to the local seamstress to source ordinary clothes for her and she hadn’t come back. Slowly, Marianna May crept towards the open window and peered fearfully through the old lace curtains. “Uunnggghhhhh… Uhhhh…” “Is someone hurt?” she thought as the intermittent groaning sound of a

man’s voice wafted into her room.

She looked down to the street. It was brightly lit with many people milling about. Sellers were hawking their wares and musicians competing for the passers’ coins. It was a chaotic and busy night and they were all oblivious of the sounds she heard. It was only then that Marianna May realized that she had slept through the late afternoon and into the evening.

“Where is Katie?” she thought frantically as the moans continued and were soon accompanied by a slow and steady thumping.

Light from the adjacent structure caught her eye. The buildings were constructed so close together that she could easily see what was going on inside the quarters above the pub next door. Then she saw it.

In the glow cast by bright lamplight, Marianna May looked into the room across hers and saw a man seated at the edge of the bed. His shirt was unbuttoned, his chest bared. When her eyes panned lower, she saw the gorgeous silky mane of a woman moving on his midsection. 

The princess could see that the woman’s head was bobbing in the man’s lap, shiny brown curls bouncing as she moved.. Marianna May’s heart started beating faster as she tried to make sense of

what she was seeing. 

She looked back up at the man and saw that he had thrown his head back, his lips parted as he panted and groaned. His face was contorted in the strangest expression.The princess fell in a panic. What sorcery was this? She wanted to shout and make it known to the woman in the man’s lap that she was seeing this – and that it should be stopped. 

Marianna May straightened up and cupped

her hands around her lips to call out the woman. But before she could bellow, she was suddenly pulled down by a strong hand.

“My lady!” It was Katie. “No!” “We must stop her…She’s hurting him!” the princess whispered desperately at her.

“No, she’s not, Miss. She’s a toffer. You’re looking into a brothel room, Miss,” Katie said awkwardly. Marianna May’s striking blue eyes became round with shock. 

She edged towards the window and took another look. A dainty hand flew to her lips

and she glanced towards her lady-in-waiting whose face was painted with

embarrassment.

The young royal looked back into the lit room across the street and saw that the man had moved from his sitting position and was now flat on his back on the bed while the woman knelt between his thighs. 

From her angle, she could clearly see the undressed female sliding the man’s stiff sinew into her mouth. It was fat and thick as it eagerly slipped in and out of her lips. Marianna May couldn’t fathom how all that could easily be taken in with such ease. 

The princess looked back incredulously at her maid, shaking her head in shock. But Katie’s only response was to giggle and continue

watching the couple in the throes of something private. Marianna May furrowed her eyebrows, annoyed at her lady-in-waiting.

Questions were brimming in her mind and she wanted to ask her about things but she couldn’t stop staring at the concourse across.

By now, the naked woman in the brothel had removed her face from the man’s groin. A collective gasp came out of the princess and her maid’s mouths as the man’s rigid member jumped onto his belly like a slimy fish.

Marianna May swore she could hear a flopping sound as it bounced on the

skin of his flat stomach. The woman skillfully hoisted herself up and straddled him, soft thighs on his hard hips. 

They saw the man reach behind and bring out the length of his rod from between their bodies. As he clutched it by the root, he spanked her bottom with his meat.

“Oi, Miss, you needn’t see this debauchery,” Katie declared in a monotone, her eyes still peeled at the unfolding sceneBut the princess was already mesmerized. She was felting a warmth rush through her body and wetness seeps out of her peach.

She knew she was watching something very clandestine and forbidden but she couldn’t stop looking.

After whacking her ass with his meat, the woman pushed herself slightly upwards with her knees. The man quickly poked her lips with the tip of his rod. 

It was very visible to Marianna May and Katie as the woman bore down her weight. Inch by inch, the flesh of the man’s staff disappeared into her body. Little by little, the woman’s mouth dropped open as the intrusion deepened. Then she wailed. A sound that to Marianna’s ears was far from pain. It sounded like a cry of satisfaction and yearning. 

It was so inexplicable that it made her shiver.

To Princess Marianna May, the woman’s cooing made her feel something primal, something unfamiliar but desirable. She looked guiltily at Katie and noticed that her maid was breathing heavily as her eyes were peeled at the couple’s actions.

In her sheltered life, the princess knew about sex - the relations man and woman were to have in bed when married. Her former nanny had sought to teach her about procreation, albeit very vaguely. 

It had been mentioned to her in many allusions of it in stories like flowers and birds and bees - but she had never known the details. The two ladies watched as the whore bounced vigorously on the man’s tool.

They were both breathless when he placed a palm on each cheek of the woman’s behind and kneaded her ample flesh. Then the couple rolled over so that the man was on top. 

Marianna May held her breath when he started thrusting his hips. She could hear the woman’s moans mingling with his

grunts. When the man bucked, the woman acquiesced – moving forward as she

raised her hips. He placed the end of his truncheon-like organ in the very center of her crotch. Both the princess and Katie’s mouths fell open as the woman moan, her face contorting as he pushed his meat between her legs so that their hips met.

From that point, Marianna May was transfixed. She didn’t take her eyes off

them as the man’s rod emerged wet and slick from the woman’s thighs until he sank it back deep. On and on it went, long deliberately strokes. 

Themoans began to sound sweeter in her naive ears and she didn’t understand why she perceived that sound to be so fascinating