The Prince And The Prostitute

the prince and the prostitute

a prince who's never been able to cum offers a world-class prostitute an incredible sum of money to stay in his palace for as long as it takes to make him cum. the prostitute, confident that he can make the prince cum in minutes, wastes no time getting to work between the prince's legs. when sucking his swollen tdick and fingering his wet cunt doesn't work, he makes use of the prince's extensive collection of sex toys, using dildos and vibrators and his own cock in each of the prince's holes, all to no avail. he spends all night trying, achieving nothing but getting them both incredibly worked up with no release. the prince, frustrated with him, comes up with an idea. he locks the prostitute in a chastity cage. now, he says, you won't be allowed to cum until you make me cum. that'll give you the proper motivation.

over the next few weeks, the prostitute gets increasingly desperate. he spends hours every day trying to get the prince off, all while leaking and throbbing in his cage. he comes to the prince's room in the middle of the night, too distracted by his aching cock to sleep, and begs to try again. he tongues the prince's cunt until his jaw is sore, but it only serves to make them both more desperate. he pleads with the prince, please, I've never gone so long without cumming before, it hurts, I need it. well, the prince says, now you know how I feel. a full month passes, and the prostitute is even more eager than the prince to make him cum. he follows him around, begging for the opportunity to keep trying. he aches so constantly that it's all he can think about.

after another night of relentless edging, the prince pushes the prostitute away from his throbbing cunt, too sensitive to continue. the prostitute, delirious with desperation, starts to uselessly rut his caged cock against the prince's leg. something clicks in the prince's mind. watching him pant and sweat, hearing him beg almost incoherently between whimpers, feeling the precum leaking from his cock as it strains against the metal, the prince feels closer than he ever has. he starts to rub his own tdick. keep begging, he says. the prostitute is too dumb with desperation to realize what's happening, but he obeys the command. the prince rubs harder and faster. god, the prostitute is barely coherent now, unable to do anything but keep desperately humping the prince's leg. one more pretty whimper and it sends the prince over the edge. his whole body shakes as he cums, and cums, and cums, waves of pleasure crashing over him for full minutes. finally, he collapses, and catches his breath. he opens his eyes to find the prostitute looking at him with pleading desperation. you came, he says, so that means I get to cum, right? that means you'll unlock me? that was the deal, right? right?? but the prince only smiles at him. he's finally found what makes him cum, why would he ever let that go?

Imagine giving head to a guy while he controls the vibrator in your boxers. Watching as you get sloppy and your thighs dripping, edging you and making you whimpering all while making him feel oh so good

Edging him until he’s completely delirious and when you tell him to “say the magic words” he accidentally says “I love you”

The man next to you on the train is grinding his cunt into the seat. He thinks that he is being subtle, but you recognizes the minuscule movements in how he shifts so that the rumbling of the train thrums fully through the swollen, desperate meat of his cocklet and folds.

You are very familiar with this route. There is a particularly rough - and exquisitely delightful - section of track just up ahead. You shut your eyes and let your head fall back, and hear his breaths quicken even as you make your own slow.

He lets his guard down when he thinks you are asleep; you hear soft squeaking from the seat as he shoves himself down harder, and then a squeak from him. You can’t blame him - the train has hit the rough tracks, and it feels very, very good.

But his soft embarrassed noises are better yet, and best of all is the sight of his writhing when you seem it safe to open your eyes.

He doesn’t notice.

His eyes are half-closed and dazed, the poor slutty creature. He is biting down on the side of his thumb to muffle his needy whimpers. He notices nothing but the delicious rumble through his dripping wet cunt - he is shivering from it, his legs are quivering and spreading.

But the rough tracks don’t go on long enough.

You know it well; he does not. He finds out only when they end, and he whines aloud in desperate denial, and looks up in horror with his hand clapped guiltily over his mouth - and sees you watching him with a smile.

You put a hand on his knee.

He goes pink and bites his lip cutely, but he doesn’t pull away. He looks at you with such wide eyes, as you lean in close and whisper, “Do you want to come?”

nsft asks: 1, 10, 21 ✨

1. be edged ofc

10. why not both? but if I had to choose then sleep naked together

21. fingered in a library... just thinking abt desperately trying to keep quiet and school my face into a neutral expression while u abuse my needy cunt and hoping that no one can hear the wet sounds it's making 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

day 3 I'm already so desperate I can't take it 😵‍💫😵‍💫 woke up with my cock throbbing and I've just been rubbing and humping for an hour I haven't even gotten out of bed yet because I can't take my hand away from my needy cock... this is what I get for spending 6+ hrs straight edging yesterday and the day before. I can't do a big edging session with toys today but I just know I'm gonna be spending every free moment with my hand in my boxers