Thread: The Growing up of Little Miss Watson {darkest_Fate&DeRe}

For the hundredth time Prince Yahshua turned to regard himself in the gilded mirror. Nervousness was normally a foreign trait to him, but he could not disregard the peculiar mix of anxiety and excitement that churned within. After all, he was a few mere moments from plucking one of the sweetest peaches at the peak of its ripeness, and just the thought of the juice following through his fingers was enough to set him trembling. A lesser man would perhaps be undone by such stage fright, but Prince was certainly no 'lesser man' in any sense. He stared back into his own hard-eyed gaze, channeling the urgent adrenaline into a cold focused energy. Take a moment to enjoy the anticipation , he thought, savour it like the connoisseur you are . He steadied his boulder-like shoulders, his prodigious bulk shifting in the tight-fitting expensive suit. Checking over the figure before him Prince found himself marveling at the sight. It was a long way from the rough and unappealing world he had fought and fucked his way out of. Some twenty years before, as a failed actor and struggling hustler, he had been initiated into the basement-levels of porn. Now he was literally in the penthouse, having the finest cuts of white meat thrown before him like a lion in a luxury cage. No more meth-riddled runaways or gay-for-pay grind for Prince - he was enjoying delights that millions of men could only dream about. Like some kind of glorious prestige stud he deflowered the choicest fillies in Hollywood for the amusement of a paying audience. And what fillies they were. There was those twins who snorted their coke with the same passion they sucked his cock the long-legged all-American Southern girl singer converted from racist prude to queen of spades and most recently some blonde high-school dropout with a soft milky body and no morals whatsoever that he had broken in for that sleazy producer who paid so well. And now, it seemed, some sweet-cheeked English rose was next on the list. He heard her enter the room outside, her sing-song voice with its clipped accent dripping with politeness. Any father would be proud of such a daughter , he thought with a grin. Until perhaps she had been spitted on a monstrous ebony cock, abruptly delivered to womanhood in his capable hands. Once more Prince checked his ensemble, then finally exited the bathroom and casually strode out into the lounge. Emma was seated there expectantly, like some eager schoolgirl prepared for a crucial test. Prince savoured her the peaches-and-cream appearance, the sincere suddenness of her welcoming smile, and the way her dark brown eyes shone with his reflection. Already he could feel the formidable anaconda awakening, and he was sure its massive profile must be clearly visible through his tight stovepipe trousers. Looks like a squealer , he thought, a sly boyish grin coming to his brooding face. He stood a good foot in height over her, his lumbering bulk making her seem all the more doll-like in appearance. The girl's slender forearm was barely longer than his urgently throbbing cock. That pretty little mouth which smiled so easily and so sweetly looked like it would stretch to encompass his girth. Aw yeah, this English rose is gonna get plucked hard , he mused as his wicked grin stretched out like a scar. His own ominous gaze wasn't the only thing focused on Emma - every corner of this luxury lounge was studded with hidden cameras, which followed every angle with silent unblinking eyes. Well then, Prince drawled in a deep, gravel voice, so this is the pretty little English witch they told me so much about. You going to cast a spell on old Prince now?