Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 117574 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 588(@200wpm)___ 470(@250wpm)___ 392(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 117574 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 588(@200wpm)___ 470(@250wpm)___ 392(@300wpm)
“Wow,” I breathe. Shit. I didn’t meant to say that out loud.
“Thank you. Underwear off on the count of three.” She counts down, and we simultaneously rip our bottoms off. And that’s it. I’m now lying naked and hard with Charlotte, mere inches away from her.
Charlotte looks down at my straining, naked dick. “Now, that’s what I call a moneymaker.”
I blush. “I’d say the same about you. All of you, though. You’re drop-dead gorgeous, Charlotte.” I’m physically quaking with adrenaline and arousal. It’s insanely erotic to lie naked with a woman I’m deeply attracted to, one I’m dying to fuck, touch, and taste, while knowing I’m not, in fact, going to have sex with her. Maybe that’s the very thing—the forbidden fruit aspect of it all—that’s turning me on the most. Or maybe it’s simply the fact that this woman is the hottest woman I’ve ever been lucky enough to be naked with in my life. Add to that, she knows my most shameful secret, and I know hers, so there’s nothing for either of us to hide, literally or figuratively. It’s freeing, honestly, to be this completely myself with someone, especially when she’s this fucking hot.
“Give it your all,” Charlotte whispers, as our timer ticks down again. “Really go for it.”
“I’ll do my best.”
The red light goes on, and we start with some brief opening remarks. We explain “The Lion King” musical thing. And warn them we’ve never done this before, so it could totally go off the rails. Charlotte says, “But that’s half the fun, right? Not knowing if Superhero Salami Slinger will make it to our planned happily ever after or lose his load prematurely because he can’t hang on. I guess we’re about to find out.”
And off we go.
Charlotte kicks things off with a brief opening narration—a spiel about a lonely prince who lives in a kingdom far, far away. While Charlotte talks, she dresses my cock in the little purple cloak and feathered cap she made for it. But since we only talked about her doing this beforehand, and didn’t actually rehearse it, the actual doing of it cracks her up. Hard. Her laughter is so infectious, in fact, I’m soon laughing, too.
“Sorry, guys,” I say to the camera. “Like she said, this is our first time. We’re obviously not pros here.” When I pull myself together, I take over the narration, as planned. I talk about the lonely prince’s daily walks in the nearby meadow, during which he contemplates his eternal loneliness and horniness. As I talk, I sprinkle little paper flowers onto the meadow—Charlotte’s naked belly—and she giggles seductively as the flowers fall on her.
My stage set, I get onto my knees in order to drag the prince across the meadow for his daily walk. But as I bend down to drag my shaft across her, the prince’s hat falls off, which makes Charlotte giggle again. Charlotte replaces the hat, and when she does it, her fingertip brushes across my tip.
I shudder at her touch, and her face noticeably lights up. Tentatively, she removes the hat and brushes her fingertip across my tip again. Only this time, her fingertip comes back slick with pre-cum.
“Oooh,” she purrs. “The lonely prince is searching so vigorously for his princess, he’s starting to sweat.” She slides her fingertip into her mouth and sucks my pre-cum away. And that’s it. I can’t even remember the rest of whatever it is we’ve planned.
With blazing green eyes, Charlotte grips my hard shaft. “The prince is standing tall,” she purrs. “In order to peek over a fence at a fair maiden on the other side of the meadow. He’s captivated by her. Mesmerized. One look, and he knows she’s the one for him.”
None of this is in the script. Or maybe it is, and my brain is scrambled. Either way, I’m rolling with it. “As he walks toward her,” I say, as Charlotte begins giving me a legit hand job, “it starts to drizzle in the meadow. Soft little drops, all over.” I guide Charlotte down onto her back and begin planting soft kisses onto her belly, and she practically mews with pleasure in response.
Holy shit.
This most definitely wasn’t in the script.
Emboldened, I kiss my way up to her tits and kiss her cleavage. And when she runs her hands through my hair and lets out a little moan, I take one of her hard nipples into my mouth. Earlier, Charlotte didn’t identify soft kisses to her torso as a prohibited act; and nothing in her body language now is telling me to stop. In fact, the way she’s gyrating and cooing, it feels like her body is screaming, “Go, go, go.” I pause, anyway, making sure I haven’t misunderstood. And in that brief pause, Charlotte whispers, “Yesss.”
Hot damn. I murmur something incoherent about a rainstorm hitting the mountains, and then proceed to lap and suck at her nipples voraciously, causing Charlotte to let out a moan of pleasure that sends a rocket of arousal straight into my dick.