A Curvy Girl for the Prince by S.E. Law

4

Haakon

This morning was a total shitshow. I have no idea what Nerilda was thinking, but the madame completely fucked up and she better make it up to me. After all, I’m probably one of her major patrons. Hell, I’m probably the best patron she’ll ever have, seeing that I’m always generous with payment and return the girls in good shape, more or less.

After all, I’m a fucking beast. I’ll be the first to admit it, and to be honest, the reputation doesn’t bother me. So what if I’m a total asshole who enjoys whores? I like my women slutty and wet, and I find that professionals fit the bill.

Sure, there are some noblewomen who’ve tried to fulfill my needs, but they always get scared at the last minute. I don’t know if it’s the forked tongue or the double-headed dick that does it, but more than one “fine lady” has left my bedroom in tears, with her dress torn while bleeding between the legs.

That’s why I’m so angry about the clusterfuck that happened this morning. Nerilda knows I only pay for virgins. It’s just my thing. I like my women real young, and these days, girls lose their bloom so fast it’s incredible. Have I dabbled on the wrong side of the law, sparring with jailbait? Yeah, probably. Have I taken a woman without checking her ID before ripping her dress off? Yeah, so sue me. Or de-throne me. Whatever it is, it’s not going to change my ways.

But the woman this morning was a far cry from being a virgin. I knew as soon as I tasted her with my forked tongue. I slid my tongue up her asshole, and sure enough, there was the tang of another man’s sperm. Then, when I fingered her pussy, her hymen was missing.

“What the fuck?” I growled. “What is this?”

The blonde girl looked at me with innocent blue eyes.

“Yes, my prince?” she breathed, cupping her big breasts in offering to me. “What’s wrong?”

I pushed her off the couch immediately, my face dark with anger. She landed with a loud thump, and a startled, “Oof!” But before she could open her mouth, I was already raging.

“What the fuck? I only fuck virgins. Your boss knows that.”

“But I am a virgin!” the blonde girl exclaimed. “The lack of a hymen doesn’t mean anything! I probably lost it when I was horseback-riding.”

I rolled my eyes. For some reason, whores always think that high-born ladies are on horses 24/7. They think that being an equestrienne is the mark of a noblewoman, and that wearing jodhpurs and a black domed helmet is the epitome of taste. Of course, having grown up around horses, I know that the animals are huge, smelly, and that it’s a surefire way to develop bowed legs. It’s bad for your posture, and costs a fortune too.

But the whores don’t know that, and so it wasn’t my first time hearing the “riding took my hymen” excuse. Unreal, right? But there you have it. With a disgusted shake of my head, I kicked the blonde out of my private quarters immediately, throwing her shit out after her. Then I made a call to Nerilda to complain, demanding another “virgin sacrifice” to replace this morning’s defective offering. What the fuck was wrong with this woman? I swear, some madames don’t know their own product.

Nerilda couldn’t apologize fast enough, saying that she’d have another girl here tonight. As a result, I wait, lounging around on my couch. Fuck. It’s been such a long day and I could definitely use an orgasm or two to relieve the stress. If Nerilda fucks this one up as well, I’ll set fire to the woman, and then to her whorehouse as well. What was it called again? Ah yes, the House of Silk.

At that moment, a discreet knock sounds on the door.

“Come,” I bark. There’s no reason to be a gentleman. These are working girls, after all, and they don’t expect much in the way of manners. The door creeps open, and before me stands a gorgeous girl whose beauty is breathtaking. She’s got long brown hair with the curls draped attractively over one shoulder, as well as big brown eyes and a delicate, tip-tilted nose. Her mouth is bee-stung and a fetching petal-pink, while her body makes my mouth go dry.

After all, I like my women voluptuous, and the new girl certainly fits the bill. Huge breasts are encased in a tight lace top, and she’s got a narrow waist that flares out into wide hips. Beneath a swishy mini-skirt, I glimpse thick thighs, and I swallow hard. I’ve always loved a woman with thick thighs, and the thought of having her on her back with those creamy pins clenched around my neck makes my anatomy harden immediately.

“Prince Haakon?” she asks in a dulcet voice once the door shuts. “Hi, I’m Martha. Nerilda sent me over.”

I rise to my full height from the couch, towering over the small brunette.

“Welcome,” I say in a smooth tone. “Have we met before?”

After all, there’s something familiar about the woman’s features, although I can’t say what. Maybe it’s my libido playing tricks on me. Or maybe, it’s the fact that I’ve slept with so many women at this point that they all look familiar.

She lets out a gentle laugh.

“No, I don’t think so,” she murmurs. “I’d remember if we had, Prince Haakon.”

“Please, call me Haakon,” I say, gesturing for her to sit. “No “prince” necessary. Can I get you a drink?”

She swallows, and I watch with avid eyes as that slender neck ripples.

“Um sure,” Martha says, seating herself on the huge sofa I have in my living quarters. “I’ll have a water, please.”

My black brows rise.

“That’s all? You know it’s okay to drink on the job. I won’t tell anyone, least of all Nerilda.”

The gorgeous brunette merely clears her throat again, nodding slightly.

“In that case, just a splash of bourbon please. If you have it.”

I stride over to the bar, nodding.

“I definitely have it. Woodford Reserve good for you?”

She nods.

“Yes please.”

I pour a finger of the amber liquid into a tumbler, and then another for myself as well. Striding back to the living area, I hand Martha her drink.

“Don’t look so nervous, sweetheart,” I drawl. “I won’t bite. Not at first, at least. And trust me, it’s okay to start with some conversation. It’s not like I’m going to rip your clothes off and fuck you without even saying hello.”

The girl chokes on her drink then, so viciously that I’m alarmed. Immediately, I get up and start pounding on her back, watching as she coughs and sputters, eyes watering.

“Oh shit,” she murmurs. “There goes my mascara. Nerilda’s going to kill me.”

It’s true that her make-up has run so that her eyes look a bit blackened and droopy, but actually, I like the ravaged look. I prefer my women to appear fucked-up, even when they’re completely sane.

“Don’t worry about it,” I say in a smooth tone. “You look beautiful, Martha. You’re exactly my type in fact.”

She glances at me over the rim of her glass with innocent brown eyes.

“Really?”

“Yeah, absolutely,” I drawl. “Nerilda knows what I like, and the madame often delivers. Not this morning, of course, but most of the time.”

The brunette nods, her eyes darting to the ground.

“Definitely not this morning.”

I pin her with a look.

“So you know what happened, hmm? And you’re going to make up for the deficiency, aren’t you? That’s your job.”

The brunette looks at me with wide eyes before nodding slowly. I notice how her big bosom begins to rise and fall with her breaths. Is it from anticipation? Lust? Fear? A combination of all three? My cocks jerk in my pants, my body already hardening for conquest. Fuck, this is going to be exactly what I need.

“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. You are a 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.

But even better, my forked tongue allows me to calibrate a woman’s virginity. I can taste a man’s semen, even if he came in her over a year ago. Douching won’t rid her of the unmistakable tang, and of course, if they used a condom, I can taste the latex. There’s simply no outwitting my forked tongue, although it makes me look like a reptile when you see it.

“Now hold still,” I murmur against Martha’s sweet bottom flesh. “We’re going to see if you’re a woman who lives up to her word.”

With that, I lick gently at her anal pleats, watching with satisfaction as they tense, and then relax. Martha lets out a guttural sigh as I tap my finger against that sensitive hole. Her pussy’s already dripping and I reach down to catch some of her secretions on my tongue before bringing it back up to her asshole and smearing the fluid around the tiny opening.

“You taste like honey,” I purr in a low tone. “So sweet.”

She sighs and bends over even more, spreading herself wider.

“Please, Prince Haakon,” she breathes, big breasts dangling to the floor. “More.”

“Of course, baby,” I rumble. “I haven’t even started with you yet.”

Then, gently, I probe her anus with my tongue. She gasps, quivering before me as her knees shake, so I give her a bit of time to stabilize. But then I tickle her anal pleats with my tongue again, teasing the rim, before sliding my tongue up into her tight, hot passage, reveling in the taste of her ass.

“Ahhhh,” she cries out, gripping her ankles with savoring the feel of my tongue up her sensitive behind. “Mmm!”

My cocks are rigid now, punching against my fly, but I have a job to do. I swirl my five inch tongue within her asshole, making sure to get a good sample of her rectal walls. She’s sweet, salty, and musky at the same time, and sure enough, there’s no tang of semen in there. Growling with pleasure, I slip my tongue back out before kissing her asshole with satisfaction.

“You did good, honey,” I rasp. “You’re definitely an anal virgin.”

Her eyes open a bit, even as her pussy throbs.

“But how can you tell?”

I massage one big white cheek lovingly.

“We’ll get into that later. But now, baby, Daddy’s going to check your vagina now. You said you were a virgin in both holes, right? Fuck, I can’t wait.”

With that, I suck Martha’s clit a bit, making her cry out as her lashes flutter shut, before moving to the sweetness of her drenched pussy. My tongue forks again and then I slide it deep into those hot pink folds. She’s so wet that my cheeks and chin are immediately slathered in female honey, but it doesn’t matter. Her tight pussy passage clamps around me, ripples already running through the walls, and I know without a doubt that I have a virgin on my hands.

Even better, my tongue runs up against a thin film buried deep in her vaginal canal, and I lap at the sensitive membrane with appreciation.

“Fuck baby,” I rasp. “No horseback riding for you, I see.”

Martha’s lashes flutter open a bit, as if she’s currently in a dream.

“I’m sorry?” she murmurs before tilting her head back again. “Ahhhh!”

“Never mind,” I whisper with a grin while licking her hole with the forks of my tongue. “Just a little pet peeve of mine.”

But then I lick her hymen again, savoring the honey of her sweet twat. Goddamn, Nerilda did good because this woman is definitely innocent. There’s no after tang of male semen inside, and I slurp hungrily at her cunt before pulling out and twining my forked tongue around her clit. This is my special “magic trick” if you will, and obviously, can only be done if you have my particular anatomy.

Martha’s eyes fly open as if she can’t believe what’s happening. Of course, she can’t see, seeing that she’s bent over at the moment, but the innocent virgin can absolutely feel something pulling and tugging at her clit, the sensations making her tremble and quiver with unabated lust.

“How?” she pants, staring at me through the vee of her legs. “Oh my god … unnnnnnh!” she squeals, unable to contain her excitement any longer. “Oh oh oh!”

I tug harder on her clit, forming a noose around it with my tongue as hot juices pour from her pussy hole.

“That’s it,” I murmur. “I had no idea you were a squirter, baby, but I like it.”

Meanwhile, she gushes and shakes in front of me, my face buried in her cunt.

“Oh oh oh!” Martha screams again. “Oh my god!”

But never underestimate a whore because even in the throes of orgasm, they have their ways. Before I even realize what’s happening, she undoes my zip with clever fingers and my double cocks spring out, almost hitting her in the face.

“Oh!” she pants, taking in the two stiff rods, unsure what to do for a moment. But then Martha leans forward and attaches her mouth to my balls, sucking the sensitive flesh deep into her mouth. “Ummmm,” she murmurs with bliss. “Mmmph.”

Fuck, this is unbelievable. I had no idea that she’d be this dirty, I let out another growl as I suck even harder on her clit. It’s a vertical sixty-nine of sorts, with both of us enjoying each other’s genitals, and I release her clit to lap hard at her pussy folds before sliding my tongue back into her vaginal passage.

“Umm,” she cries again through the tremors. “Oohhhh.” But Martha takes the opportunity to suck harder on my balls, her head down and her mouth attached to the sensitive flesh like a leech, her cheeks hollowing as my double cocks trail glistening streams of pre-come over her breasts. “Mmmmph.”

That does it. I can’t take it anymore and as she reaches both hands up to stroke my cocks in her palms, I roar with pleasure. Jolts of electricity pulse down my shafts, making them jerk and stream with come. Hot splats of semen land all over her breasts even as I bellow and shout like a conqueror on the rampage.

“Fuck!” I rasp. “Oh shit!”

Martha sucks even harder, making mewling noises of pleasure around the ball sack in her mouth.

“Mmm,” she purrs. “Ummm.”

My orgasm doubles then, hot streams of batter spurting like a gun gone wild. My balls pulse between her lips as she works my shafts with her small hands, milking me like an expert. Her eyes are closed as she squeezes, humming with ecstasy even though she’s probably delirious from having her head down between her knees.

Fuck, who is this woman? I gush like a man undone, unable to get my bearings as streams of hot liquid pour from my double shafts, coating her enormous breasts in my fluids. Meanwhile, she bumps her pussy in my face, and I remember I have a job to do too. My tongue forks once more as I lick her fragrant flesh through the last tremors of her climax.

“Fuck baby,” I rasp against the pink wetness, slurping like a madman. “Goddamn.”

Finally, our climaxes abate somewhat, and she pops her mouth off my balls. Martha licks her lips, as if savoring the taste, and smiles prettily at me from her upside-down position.

“That was wonderful, my prince,” she purrs. “But now I want to make sure you get your money’s worth,” she says before gripping my two cocks in her small palms. “This,” she says, shaking them and making me groan, “goes in here, and this here,” she finishes, clenching her pussy and asshole on my mouth. “I can’t wait to be double-fucked.”

Then, our sordid actions start all over again because Martha may have come to me as a virgin sacrifice … but she won’t be a virgin after she leaves my chambers tonight.