Message-ID: X-Archived-At: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: From: Plainman Subject: REPOST: Princess's Court, 1/7 (fwd) This begins a repost of a seven-chapter story posted about six months ago on a.s.s. and recently reposted there. It got a 10, 10, 10 from Celeste. It has some of the same characters as my story "Trip" recently posted here. It is basically MF Romance about two married couples, but includes some SM, brother/sister, group sex and 'wife-watching', anal, and FF. It has explicit sexual content, as you might expect on this newsgroup, and should not be read by children or others for whom such reading material is prohibited by law. If you want to send me mail about this story, you can be anonymous in the header by mailing to an10176@anon.nymserver.com; you will be assigned an anonymous number for purposes of that mailing and I won't know your address, though I can reply to you. If you want your own e-mail address to appear in the header of your message to me, reverse the first two letters in the above address to "na". PRINCESS'S COURT, CHAPTER 1 "Confession" by Plainman Princess: Sweetie, it's me... Trooper: Princess? - Jesus, what time is it? P: It's 2 in the morning here in Denver. Troop, you know I wouldn't call and wake you like this - unless there was something you should know right away. T: Is anything wrong babe? P: Well, I don't know - someone may have been naughty ... Troop? Got your attention now? You wide awake now and ready to talk with your baby who misses you sooooo much? T: Oh lord ... OK, out with it. P: You sure you ready? Maybe you should go and pee first. T: I want to hear it - now, Princess. P: Well sweetie, you do sound more attentive now - I like that ... Oh, Troop, what are you sleeping in? T: I'm not SLEEPING at all any more ... P: Oh honey but I miss my sweetie - think of all the men who'd LOVE to have a pretty girl up call and ask what they are wearing... So? T: A t-shirt. P: And nothing else? T: Same as always. P: Oh you're so dependable, honey... Well you probably want to know about me -- T: Do I have any choice? P: Honey, don't be grouchy! It's kinda warm here, and so I'm not wearing anything... Actually I'm sweaty... By the way, sweetie, are the kids ok? T: Yes they are sound asleep - ate good dinners, did their homework - and you fucking well didn't call me at this hour to ask about the kids - out with it, minx! P: Oh sweetie that's good -- getting curious. Well, this hot little furry animal has been working hard all day to put bread on the family table. I spent hours and hours on this deal, faxing stuff back and forth from here to the client, and I hardly got outside at all ... You know, Troop, when I did go out for a little walk and to get a bite, it really is smoggy here in Denver - all that "Rocky Mountain high" stuff is a big crock as far as I can see... T: OK, cut the bullshit or I'm back to sleep ... It's the middle of the night. P: Troop! Pleeeeze be nice... You asked what I had been doing and I am just setting the scene. And by the way I don't like your tone. Why shouldn't I call you about the children, and our family life together, and my work? Sometimes I think you men are only interested in one thing ... Well anyway, there was a lot of ridiculous back and forth on this one clause, and the guy at the general counsel's office was just being so uptight... honestly, men! If women ran things a lot more'd get done... So, it turns out the associate who was doing most of the work here on the other side is this young guy named David - you know how I like that name, what with my brother and all... T: OK, now we're getting to it. How old is he? P: Don't jump to conclusions... I'd say he's under 30, quite cute, kind of sensitive-to-rakish bohemian type looks, fairly tall, dark brown hair, deep set brown eyes, nice long slender hands... Honey, speaking of hands, what are you doing with yours? T: Clenched into fists and ready to POUND ON THE BED... P: Troop, calm down... relax that nasty old fist and get it where it belongs, wrapped around your nice big old cock... I TOLD you I'm lying here naked and sweaty - doesn't that do anything to my hot virile hubby? T: OK Princess - I'll play for a minute - so where's your hand? P: Well it's about time - I'm lying here only half covered by a sheet, the blankets are thrown in a pile on the side, and my free hand is playing with one of my nipples - it's kinda semi-hard,and I'm smearing the sweat from under my titty around on it. Honey, you know how they always keep hotel rooms medium warm, not too hot? Well you'd be surprised, I'm REALLY sweaty. I'm smearing some up from my armpits too - mmm, can smell it, and yep, the old lady's fairly rank... Why do you suppose I'm all sweaty and smelly and hot and lying here playing with myself at 2 o'clock in the morning? T: Goddamit, you fucked that associate - Princess, your butt is going to pay for this. P: Sweetie, could you be more refined in your language? And you shouldn't be threatening your baby - who's just trying to spice up your lonely existence a little... T: And listen, you know you shouldn't fool around with guys you work with... P: There you go jumping to conclusions again. And such disrespect for my professionalism! Who, may I ask, is the rich partner here - and who is the underpaid prosecutor? T: Yes, and this prosecutor has the power of the state, and is thinking of sending some armed men with badges and rubber truncheons ... P: Oh, sweetie, you do make me tingle when you talk that way ... I'm tingling and I'm REALLY sweaty... Doesn't it make you a little hard to hear that? T: You know it does, Princess. OK - let's hear how you got so sweaty. P: Well, Sherlock, let's see if I can find a clue for you. OK, my hand is between my titties... it's very wet and sweaty there... moving down to my belly button, ooh, a little puddle of sweat... now it's under the sheet, and my lower belly is sweaty too, and, ooooh, here is some hair, some nice thick curly pubic hair. Honey, where is your hand? T: You know damn well where it is. P: Oh and you're getting hard -- Troop, did you play with yourself before you went to sleep? T: I sure did. P: Did you think about me while you were doing it? T: Like hell I did - I enjoyed a great backseat fuck with Peggy Denkweiler. P: That insipid little slut! - just because she never let you in her pants... Did you come all over the sheets like a dirty messy little schoolboy? T: Nope, shot off in a tissue. P: Where is it? T: On the floor next to the bed. P: Is it still wet and soggy and sticky? T: Let's see - no, it's kinda crusty and brittle. P: Well that means it was a couple hours ago. So you went to sleep early like a good boy, and your little gonads have been working hard to make new little fishies, and your little prostate to make lots of nice new gooey stuff to carry them in, and you should be nice and hard for your sweetie to tease and torment ... Did you use the Astroglide to jerk off? T: Yes. P: So your cock has a kind of sticky, tacky feel to it? T: That's right - it's not too good for stroking. P: Well don't put any new Astroglide on it yet - you'll finish too soon. Spit on your hand and just get it a little wet so you can play with yourself a little, but not too much... Sweetie, if I was there to suck your cock, I'd taste a mix of your come and the lube - lick your hand, honey... T: Yes, that's what I'm tasting on my hand. P: Well my hand has just been exploring my pussy and now I'm tasting it, and it should be tasting different, right? T: Go on... P: It should be tasting that nice musky sharp taste like your face when you've been eating me and you come up and kiss me. T: Mmmmm... P: And you smear my smell all over my face with your own hairy old face... But guess what? T: I can guess. P: What? T: Your hand tastes more like my hand. P: Oh my SHERLOCK! Oh Troop, what really makes my pussy hot is BRAINS in a man... Actually it doesn't taste exactly like your hand, because there's some of my nice girly pussy juice in there... But, yes, there is something else, a definite hint of a boring old bland fishy taste. You know - that taste that you guys think we ought to make us want to slurp it up like Hollandaise sauce, but really it is like a mixture of stale Gerber's baby food and library paste, so any self-respecting woman would rather have you shoot it on her face and her titties and in her hair than have to swallow a big old mouthful of it... T: Yes, I know about the subjection of woman, but you are changing the subject... P: No sweetie, you mean I am beating around the bush! [gales of self-congratulatory laughter]... OK, Trooper, here's a report on the old bush. It is VERY wet. Now you know as well as anyone that it can get quite wet on its own - but honestly sweetie it is only in those stupid MALE porno stories that women gush like fountains and soak our panties and so on... Really, for a girl to get as wet as my little bushy is usually requires some form of OUTSIDE ASSISTANCE. T: You are very wicked, and you are going to pay for it... P: Oh, honey, you are frightening me, and when I get frightened I just get all tongue-tied and can't really tell my story. T: OK Princess, but as you know - vee haff vays to make you talk. P: Oh honey don't even joke about that - you'll get me so scared I just won't be able to sleep, and I'll be all fuzzy tomorrow and I'll screw up the contract, and they'll kick me out of the partnership, and we'll starve in the streets... T: We won't starve - I can always sell your slut pussy to five johns an hour for twenty bucks a shot. P: Oh Troop! What kind of talk is that... T: That's right, and whip your ass if you don't keep your cunt wet and the cash coming in... P: Promises, promises .... T: Well I promise you a little Family Court session when you get home, and we'll get the whole story out of you then, down in the basement, with you bent over a chair and your bare ass in the air and the skin pulled nice and tight to take the strap... P: Oh honey no! Pleeeeze. Don't even say it. You know I can't stand that. This should at most just be a little session over your knee - that's bad enough - you hit so hard! It hurts so much! You know I cry and cry when you spank me with your hand on my bare bottom, and I beg your forgiveness, and then I make it up to you, and I'm so girly and weepy and hot and wet and you are so hard and stern... T: If you give me a full confession right now, it may be no worse than the hairbrush... P: Okay, okay, I'll tell you, but I don't think the hairbrush is fair - I don't know if I can take the hairbrush. T: You'll be getting the strap AND the riding crop - AND David and Judy will be here to watch ... P: Sweetie, that whole thing last time was completely out of bounds - I couldn't believe my sweet brother would have anything to do with that - don't imagine there's ever going be anything like it, ever again. And dear Judy, my oldest friend! No it was the most humiliating thing I have ever experienced... T: And we only have an audio tape of that one, this time I'm going to get it on video. P: Honey! You are sounding like some kind of a Nazi pervert, I can't believe that my big sweet husband... T: Well my sweet little wife was just slurping some stranger's sperm out of her twat - the punishment is mounting - a full confession is all that can save you from the worst of it now. Let's hear it! P: Well, honey, after all the ACTIVITY I've had tonight, and what with the stress from all your nasty threats and all, I'm actually getting sleepy and I'm not going to be able to stay awake too much longer... T: Listen, Princess, it's your rear end that will suffer if you don't finish telling me... P: Sweetie, I don't think you should see it that way - I have to get my sleep or I won't be at my best tomorrow and you KNOW how much you appreciate the fruits of my labors... T: I mean it, I want to hear the whole thing right now! P: Well, now that you mention "hearing" - and you talked about "audio" - that reminds me, I did make a little recording of what went on here in the earlier hours of the evening - I used that voice-activated tape thingy, left it on under the bed... T: I don't believe it! P: And I've just been editing a few excerpts from the complete version to titillate you a little bit, my sweet, until I get home and make it up to you with a big juicy kiss and a nice pancake breakfast on Sunday. T: Sunday breakfast! - you will be upside down in chains in the basement while I eat my Sunday breakfast... P: Now sweetie... Want to hear it, or shall I just hang up and go off to dream land? If you want me to stay on the phone, say something nice to your honeybun. T: Goddamit, all right - at least play the thing, but this doesn't mean you are getting off easy when you get home... P: Is that something nice? T: OK Princess - I'm hard as a rock, and if you play that tape I will jerk off to it. P: Oh, sweetie, I didn't know you had such tenderness in you - you mean you will actually jerk off to me instead of that cheerleader? T: I didn't say that - I may be remembering how Judy looked when she came watching you getting whipped last time - that was very exciting... P: Well you are hopeless at flowers and sentiment, just like a man, but I guess I'll play this little excerpt for you. Here goes, first excerpt: Male voice: Oh, jesus, yesss ... put your finger in... Female voice: There... Now fuck me hard! Fuck me! I'm almost there... Harder! Oh shit, FUCK MEEEE! AAAAAAAAAGHHHH! T: Jesus Christ... P: Yes, the other gentleman mentioned the same deity. Recognize my dulcet tones? T: Your ass is going to pay for this... P: Don't be cruel to your sweetie - you know I'm true to you in my fashion... Troop, you won't really be mean to me, will you? There's many a girl wouldn't even call her sweet little househubby at a time like this... T: You bring that tape with you and prepare to tell the whole story in full detail and beg forgiveness... P: [demurely] Yes dear... Oh and here's just one more little excerpt for you to go off to sleep on... a little pillow talk I had with that nice boy, in the afterglow stage. Male voice: So what's the deal - you and your husband have an open marriage or what? Princess: No - he couldn't stand to know. He's the dearest man, and a good lover too, but there's a dark side of me that needs a nastier kind of man once in a while... like you, you rotten pervert! [tinkling laughter] T: Jesus fucking Christ! Princess... P: Oh sweetie ... You're getting repetitive - that means it's really time for my beauty sleep - night night, Troop ... you can get the Astroglide now. [click] ****** -- Story Submission: Moderator Contact: Newsgroup FAQ: Archive site (could be better):