Fairy-tale princesses

“It's kinda wierd, Mr. P.” Alison's hands continue stroking her soft flesh as she tries to explain. “I would go back to childhood stories. you know fairy tales like Snow White or Cinderella.”

“Disney Princesses?” I don't know why I'm surprised by this; all girls love those movies. In many ways my sexy tenant even looks a lot like a Disney princess; in fact, I could easily see her working as a character player in a sparkling dress in one of their theme parks.

“Not really, Mr. P.” By now one of her hands is rubbing lower and lower on her belly but that didn't stop her from speaking. “I saw the movies too, but it was mostly a book of fairy-tales that I had been given as a young girl by my grandmother.”

“I see.” It was not hard to picture this beautiful teen sitting alone in her bedroom rereading these classic stories in a whole new way. “Did you have a favorite princess?”

“I liked a lot of them, but if I had to pick one ...” she hesitates for a second and I'm not sure if is because she is thinking or because her hands have started kneading her breasts. “I guess Princess Aurora from Sleeping Beauty.” Alison explains shyly. “I liked that her hair was blonde like mine, and that she had been brought up away from the wickedness of her father's court. Until her return on her birthday, she had never even met a man ... certainly never kissed one.”

“Of course, the beautiful princess in the highest tower of the enchanted castle.” I smile at Alison encouragingly from the seat. “Waiting for a man to wake her gently with her very first kiss?” Alison nods from the bed but I see her cheeks start to flush and I make an educated guess about how a teenage girl with raging hormones might twist this. “Surely you don't think Prince Charming would take advantage of that sweet innocent princess lying all alone in her high tower?” I could sense that even as a sheltered teen, Alison had a kinky side. As soon as she started speaking, I knew I was right.

“Well Mr. P, the prince has already gone through all kinds of challenges to reach his prize ... and he is a man after all.” She bites her lower lip as her fingers pull gently at her nipples. “He might loosen Sleeping Beauty's bodice and feel her breasts while she's still ****.” The hand fondling her breast becomes a little firmer as she pinches at her peaked nipples pulling them into hard nubs. “I used to imagine that in her magical sleep, Aurora could feel everything the prince was doing but that she couldn't say or do anything to stop him.”

“That's a very naughty idea, Miss Miller!” I shake my head as I try to hide my smile. Tell me, what else might this prince do to his Sleeping Beauty before he wakes his prize?” Clearly part of her wants to touch herself, but she can't quite bring herself to do it with me watching.

“I imagined what it would be like to feel the prince undress me ...” Her eyes close as her hand ventures even lower on her belly. “Taking off her night clothes until Araura was completely naked just like this and the prince could touch her anywhere he wanted...”

“Good.” I whisper soft encouragement, “Show me what that prince would do. I want you to touch yourself with your fingers. Go ahead, Honey.” With that little push Alison reaches a little lower and softly teases the petals of her sex. “Imagine you are that pure princess, lying on your bed feeling the prince's strong hands on your soft body as he explores your breasts and fingers your tight slit.”

“Oh ... that feels so good.” She seems genuinely surprised by the sensations that her fingers could evoke. She'll learn.

“I bet the prince would slide his finger into Aurora's sex.” I push her a little harder, “He'd want to make sure that she was as chaste and tight as the legends claim before he woke her.”

“That's right, Sir.” I watch her push her middle finger as deep as she could into her dripping pussy. “She's so tight, so pure... and she has to lie there and let him finger her making her insides melt.” He eyes open suddenly and find mine as she rocks softly on the bed.

“Mr. P, do you think the prince would take her while she was still asleep, or would he wake her first so he could hear her cry-out as he deflowers her?” I can tell that Alison is getting close to a climax, so I pick my words carefully to give her that extra thrill she seems to need.

“Well, if I were that prince,” I tell her, “I'd get naked too and climb between her legs before I wake her. I'd wouldn't want anything to stop me, but I'd want her to know exactly what was happening when I **** myself into her.” Judging by her reaction this is pretty close to what she used to imagine. “I'd wake her with a deep kiss, and then while she's still just starting to realize what is happening, I'd ram my cock as hard as I could into her sealed passage.” Alison's head jerks back and her mouth opens as she hangs right on the edge of a massive climax.

“She'd cry out, Sir.” Alison pants loudly and her head turns from side to side even as her fingers move even more franticly. “Your big member would rip open her virgin slit and spear deep into her.” I am a little surprised by how eager Alison is to explore this dark version of the age-old story, but decide I may as well go for it all.

“I'd don't care. I'd want to fill her fertile womb with my seed.” I'm getting into this more than I thought I was going to, and my cock is rock hard in my pants. “I'd do my best to knock up that innocent princess so everyone would know that she is mine.”

“Oh my!” Alison's eyes close and her head rocks back. “That poor girl would get her first kiss and then be impregnated just seconds later.” Her fingers are plunging fast and deep into her pussy and her whole body is jerking uncontrollably on the bed. “And there'd be nothing she could do to stop it!”