Thread: Princess Park

Princess Park! Live your very own fairy tale! Be the princess you always wanted to be, enjoy tea parties and pampering you only get by being royalty. Princess Park, opening this Summer! So you need more cum to stay like this? David asked as he cast a lecherous glance over the Matron. All of us do, she said bored, her color beginning to fade. All the Princesses, except her. The Queen Bitch. The Matron gestured up with her free hand, the finger pointing to the mural. The Rainbow Princess? David looked at the Matron. As he looked at the Matron the feeling of his orgasm fading, as her skin, the dress also seemed to be losing color. While she had seemed to look more alive he could not help but notice the subtle smell of sour milk and faded flower's around her. Like potpourri if it had no special scent, just dusty flowers. So, if you have cum then you can stay like this and not be that, whatever the hell it was you just were? Why not just drink that? Gesturing to the cup on the tray. Much as I hate that bitch, to drink her tea, the fingers of one hand came up for air quotes, I would just end up with a worse punishment than this. No fucking way, the Matron shook her head. David watched her color fading, afraid of what she would become. Having someone who knew what the hell was going on would be useful he knew. The Park was a place of fear and terror to anyone who had tried to enter over the years, the legend and local lore was all about avoiding this place. Coming here only to satisfy his curiosity over what his father had mumbled over the years he was regretting it as he could sense he was never going to get out. The Matron though, she could help him, if he could keep her like this. His brain spun quickly through books and movies he'd seen about ghosts and haunted houses, and being a normal teenage boy he came up with one solution. Well if you need your own, stepping behind her, unzipping his pants and rubbing his cock as he did so. Then quickly lifted her dress, spitting on his palm to lubricate himself, lowering his hips thrust himself inside her. She was dry and he had to push, his own shaft semi-hard, but as he touched her cool, soft ass cheeks and thinking about fucking the strange woman who just gave him a hand job, his cock was hard in moments. She stood still and let him slip inside, a sigh escaping her lips as he entered her, a hand reached around to grasp her large, swollen breast. What are you doing? She gasped each word between thrusts, as he moved harder and faster into her, feeling the warmth of her body dissipate, his warm cock surrounded by tight, cool muscles. Giving you some of your own cum, he grunted each word as he began to furiously pound into her from behind. His hips slapped hard into her soft ass, the tray shook each time his hips hit hers. The dress and limbs slowed their loss of color as David pushed himself hard, both his hands wrapped around and groping her breasts, feeling the weight of each breast in his hands he felt himself getting closer and closer. For long moments the only sound in the store that he heard was the sound of his grunting and his cock sliding into her moistening pussy. The Matron moaned more and more as she came closer, oh, it has been so long, she moaned as she bent over at the waist. The tray level in her hand, but her ass cheeks shaking with each thrust of his hips into her. She moaned louder and deeper, the color in her face staying as her vagina walls ebbed between cool and warm and it made his shaft stiffer. As the Matron opened her mouth, a long low moan escaped as her pussy erupted in moisture, David felt himself cum. Thick jets escaped him as he pushed himself harder and deeper into her, his milk coating her insides with a thick blanket. Oh my god, she breathed as her body seemed to tense, the vaginal muscles milking his cock. David felt something flow out of him, into her, a warmth that spread from the tip of his cock through her. She stiffened again, her body almost shuddering, the tray clattering in her hand. Then she fell back limply into David's arms. Are you ok? Breathing heavily while he held her, feeling her body slowly gain weight. Becoming more solid in his arms, he looked down and saw the naked, pink nipple facing him, hard and jutting out, the one covered by the dress was noticable. First orgasm in years, she moaned and slowly stood up with his help. Turning slowly to face him she cupped his cheek gently, a soft look in her eyes as her skin took on a youthful tone, feel free to do that anytime. Looking down at the dress pulled the rips together in a moment of modesty then shrugged her shoulders, that's pointless. Ah well, been exposed this long, what the hell. A scream echoed across the park, it was a scream that encompassed jealousy, rage and hatred. The sound split the air and the ceiling shook, a small cloud of dust falling to the ground. David hurriedly placed his cock back in his pants and zipped them up, realizing he still had his backpack on and adjusted the straps. Feeling thirsty took a bottle from the side and wet his mouth, offering it to the Matron who shook her head. Turning towards the door she stepped careful over the broken glass and other debris. The scream came again, louder and longer, the shelves of the store shook. The Matron stood at the door, a spot of color in a place of blandness, as if a lone figure of color had been placed in a black and white picture. Sounds like Princess wants her tea, she said as she looked towards the inner part of the park.