Thread: Princess Park

Princess Araban Princess of Mystery! See her dance of the veils! Hear the mysteries of the desert. Photo Sessions 1045 - 1110 and 145 - 210 daily, 450 - 510 Sat and Sun It was the same mixture of sensations as before, where his senses seemed mixed up. Touching colors, smelling words or was it touching words and smelling colors? The senses were mixed, jumbled, and kept readjusting. This time, within it all, David could sense something. Words. Thoughts. Some sort of communication that came through it all. Simple. Three letters he could smell and taste. W-H-Y. All that came was a thought of mother and he was falling down a spiral, spinning around, no sense of up or down, his body tried to find it and when he thought that it was there. It was lost. David was not sure, but he think he vomited. Mother. It was all that came to mind and suddenly he was lost in memory. Some of them were vivid. Others were in black and white, still others showed him only the person speaking, everyone else was a ghost. The imperfection of memory where a smell was overpowering in one, while in another the voices were muted, a hash of sounds that sounded more like something from a cartoon he had seen on TV once, something with a kid who had a round head. A jabber of sounds echoed through his head as he recalled every moment that he had ever thought of his mother, wanted a mother, desired one. On Mother's Day. When at the park watching other kids with the mother's hands on them, just once wanting that touch. After all the thoughts of his mother he found himself thinking of all the other things he ever desired, large and small. From a gaming console, to that pair of sneakers he just had to have in 5th grade, up to a recent face that overlaid all those of the Princesses. The Matron's face stared at him, her body, the feeling of her when she had made him cum. Again and again that memory played out, until he was more aroused than he had been before. Then like a blackboard it was wiped clean, a swipe and the feelings of arousal were removed. Then brought back to be wiped again. David had no idea how long he was there recalling. Just a few seconds to race through everything that he had ever known, most memories forgotten but somehow dredged up for his viewing pleasure. Could have been hours. Time seemed to have lost all meaning now. Visions of a mother popped into his head, every fantasy he had ever had about her looks showed up. Famous mothers from TV shows, from holiday cards, other people. The faces ran by his eyes, like a deck of cards shuffling with each one showing itself for just a moment, but long enough to take notice. Then it was all gone. As if the memories were enough there was only blackness. He hung there for what seemed an eternity then there was the slow creeping of shadow in the darkness that surrounded him, buoyed him in the air. Then he was in the air, sailing though a dry, hot air as he popped out of the mist. Screaming as he flew the ground came close, the sandstone colored cobblestones came closer and closer to his face. The buildings of cut, brown stone flanked the path as he swung his arms as if swimming, his legs kicking and his voice rising in pitch. The ground coming up quickly, too quickly. Then he hung there, something hard and cold about his ankle. Swinging down then back he still screamed as he looked up and saw her standing in the air, as if she was on the ground. Her hand clasped tight around his ankle and the Matron looked down on him with disdain until his scream ended. For a long moment he looked up at her, his head below her dress and he could see up the edges of the skirt, the long bare legs revealed until her mid thigh. After that he couldn't make out anything, but the sudden thrill of looking up her skirt took his attention away from the mist. His eyes roamed up and down her legs, following the slight bulge of her calves, the slimming of the knee, then the roundness of her thighs that became covered in shadow under the dress. Are you done? She asked, rolling her eyes. Then dropped him the remaining distance to the ground. It was maybe a foot and he almost felt embarrassed as he lay there. What the fuck was that? His head ached, the idea of whatever he had passed through was settling down to a vague memory that made him remember something happened, but not what. The details of it fading already, his senses could not grasp what it had been like in the mist, they ached and for a moment he tried but his mind refused to recall. You'll find out soon enough, the Matron looked down at him with some measure of respect, or sadness. Her eyes changed as he looked at them, as if something was just beneath the surface of them ready to come out. David went to speak and she began to rise slightly, just take care of Araban and the way will open. Then, everything will be revealed. Araban? David stood as the Matron began to rise. Yes, Araban. The last Princess of the Court, just give it to her good and hard, the Matron turned and rose high into the sky. It was lighter above the park now, as if the covering was clearing with each Princess that he fucked or came on. Just follow your cock's natural inclinations, she suggested as she rose and moved around the park out of sight. Looking around David noticed the dust was everywhere still, but it looked as if the Park had not been cleaned for a long time. The sky above still roiled, the bottom of a layer of clouds that hung low and menacing gave him a feeling of claustrophobia as it seemed to seethe above him but more noticeable now. The dark and shadow that had lain over everything, bleaching the colors away, was receding. As if by fucking or cumming over all the other Princesses the Park was returning to the way it really was, or should be. Or maybe it was his will working its way through it all now, opening it up with his own desire to find what he had missed all these years. The Park began to show its true face, an aging edifice bleached dry under the hot sun, the silence still hung with menace, though this was more subtle than overt now. As he looked at the buildings along the pathway they had that generic feeling of something from the desert, or the Middle East. Like the ill defined areas of Paris and London, the feeling was there, but it didn't give that sense of really being there. The buildings were squat, square shapes or stone and brick, with wide windows that either curved at the top to a point, or were circular in some form. The doorways behind rows of simple columns followed the same pattern, with the tops rounded or like circles stacked on each other, not cut off linearly as David would have expected. Giving this part of the park a different feeling of alienation than the others. It was new, exotic, or more like a bad imitation. The walls were sometimes decorated with repeating patterns of curved writing, not like the Celtic knots and swirls he was used to, more like arabesques, graceful flowing curves that looked to form a pattern on their own ellipse, and a larger pattern that looked repeated as one stepped away and looked at the whole. Only when he heard the music did he stop. Drums and pipes that played on some sort of old loudspeaker the sounds drifted in slowly from above, the occasional twang of a guitar or string sounded, though he wouldn't all it music there was a rhythm to it. As David stepped into the open square, the sand colored stone cut into a ring of columns that simply surrounded a platform in the middle, it was only then he noticed that other than the occasional palm tree there was no other vegetation here. Within the ring she moved. As if on a stage, a performance just for him. The same jerky movements as the others, even with familiarity it was still unnerving to him as he watched her move, at times looking to jump ahead 3 or 5 steps. The eyes were blank, white spheres that almost glowed in her face. Long, thick lashes moved as she blinked, in some ways it was enticing, if she'd had eyes, now it just felt creepy. Araban moved about like some sort of belly dancer, her shoulders back and torso twisting slightly, abdomen moving in a wave as she stepped about within the ring of columns. She was dressed overall in veils, or gauze, with small square cuts of cloths that went over her shoulders and across a set of fairly large breasts, or just hugged her hips and barely went over her ass. Like a tube top, with the shoulders it looked more like a small, fitted vest. The same shape of shorts covered her nice, round ass and wide hips. The rest of her was bathed in gauze. Rising in layers over her shoulders and across her chest, some of the gauze billowed over her arms. Similarly the gauze wound about her waist and down her legs, almost giving her the illusion of wearing large pantaloons, that were see through. Her legs were curvy, that sort of thick, healthy, round calf and thigh that made him think she'd spread those legs easily in bed. The small slippers were shiny and just covered the bottoms of her feet, they came to points on her toes and turned up, to curl over like something a genie should wear. Her skin was olive brown, a deep, dark tan that glowed under the faint blue of the gauze. With a wide face, dark, thick brows plucked to fit perfectly over her deep set, white eyes. A wide straight nose that flared as she breathed, a small dark jewel stuck in the side of her nose, whether glued there or her nose was pierced, David could not tell but the gold of it shone against the skin. Dark black hair coiled around her head, then became a long pony tail that was threaded through with gold string that held the hair together as it rested down her back and ended just above the round cheeks of her ass. The abdomen was bare, the skin tight and smooth, it rippled as she moved. Her body adjusting to the music as she sensed his approach and stepped across towards him, the jerky movements fading as she closed on him. The wide lips tightened and almost smiled as he approached, the look on her face more of hunger than anything else. David looked at her and as he thought about giving it to her good and hard found his hand was already rubbing the growing bulge in his pants. With a smirk of bravado he unzipped his pants and began to stroke his growing cock. Eyes intent on her as he stood there at the edge of the columns, hand on cock, not caring that he was jerking it off so openly. Stepping into the ring she moved about, yet always towards him. Looking at the swaying, bare midsection he licked his lips. The arms and hands curled out and around in some odd dance, as he thought of her hands around his shaft, stroking him. Instead of his own hand that expertly made him hard. Looking down at the thick, growing erection chuckled, no one does me, like I do me. Araban sighed as she came close to him, her hands reaching out for him. A hand on his shoulder touching and then grazing down his chest to pull away. She spun about, her hips moving from side to side, as her long, thick thighs shimmied under the gauze and a hip just brushed his leg. Moving close, then away, a slight touch to get him interested as her body gestured while David lost himself more and more into his lust for her. He wanted her. Seeing her breasts under the top he wanted his hands on them, touching them. They moved slightly, but were not free to move, the vest held them tight but he could see the rounds as they appeared in the open neck of the vest. As he thought it she moved and shook her shoulders at him, the tight vest holding her breasts so they did not sway too much. When his eyes ran down to her hips and ass, she turned and as if showing off while shaking her waist from side to side, butt cheeks stuck out and moving from the sharp jerks she made side to side, the gauze flowing and starting to the movements. David's turgid cock began to ache. As the blood flowed down to his cock, his hand slowly stroking it as he looked upon Araban with simple desire. The vein at the root of his member was thick and extended, the pulsing vein blue as his cock hung out before him like a limb that reached out for her. A smooth mushroom head peeked out from his hand that followed the length of his shaft, his hand coiled around lightly while skin shifted under his hand. The air was dry, like his cock and he felt the roughness of his palm, his hand touched enough, fingers moving to just graze his sensitive spots on the underside to keep him aroused but not hurt as he masturbated for her. The blank eyes, under the dark lashes, looked shyly at his cock as she danced. He seemed to be turning her on as much as she did he, if the sharp points of her nipples in the top told him anything. She came to him, black maw open and hissing. As if sensing the cum inside him. David, moving outside of himself, side stepped her and his hand reached the band of her shorts hand touching her cheeks. Fingers slipped in to the top and a quick motion brought the shorts down, baring her round, dark skinned ass. Her head whipped around, the long, thick ponytail moving club-like at him. His hand snaked up and around, slipping under the vest and as his hand brushed over her soft, perky breasts he bared them. Seeing the dark skin, and darker nipples that were pointing out already, the round areola almost looked black against her dark skin. With a tap between her shoulders David was behind her and in a motion his cock was aimed between her thighs as she bent over, the long slit of her sex coming into view. Take it bitch, he growled as he aimed and slipped himself inside her. In one stroke he was inside her and she hissed in delight, her arms swaying back, fingers touching or pointed out as if she now had the one thing she had been craving. Grabbing her wrists held her arms behind as she moaned, the music beginning to rise in tempo while David found his hips moving faster and faster with the music, and with her.