Thread: Princess Park

To Park Planning RE London Tea Houses After a review of the current design the Board has drafted the following reply to the Plan as indicated. We note, quote Are you fucking insane? unquote While we note that your minimum of 5 tea houses would be more than adequate, 30 is outrageous. 5 tea houses for each English Era is not going to allow for a consistent revenue stream, and seems more of a failure of originality than thoughtful design. New design submissions had best occur immediately. If necessary construction will be halted. Thanks, Management Board, Princess Industries PS The current buy out will note the failure of this design in our RFI Attached Note Corp, Design Approved. Elizabeth rolled over, looking up at David with large blue eyes. Face dusted with white powder and large circles of rouge on her high cheeks. Hands pushed on the ground and with a surprising agility for the dress she wore, snapped her legs and was standing before him with a click of heels on cobblestones. Her ruby colored lips thinned in a line towards him, the last vestiges of a smile on her face fading fast. Eyes turned hard as he Matron hung over his shoulder her arm languidly running up and down his body. David was beginning to like her attentions, in a strange, loving a demented cum-drinking spirit sort of way. If you are expecting a thank you, forget it. Elizabeth's voice was sensual, deep and resonating for such a tall, thin, beautiful woman. There was a hardness to it, like glass that cut quickly as she picked up her fan and smoothed her skirts. Honestly, I had no idea what to expect, David answered her calmly, a slight chill through his body as the Matron ran a finger over his nipples. Finding them poking through his t-shirt as she pressed herself against him, the thick smell of cream coming off of her. His backpack lay broken on the ground, as he turned to get it the Matron shook her heard and pressed her breasts further into his back, the softness of them a welcome relief on his sore muscles. Other than maybe you not wanting to kill me. A smile from Elizabeth, the pert nose turned up as she rubbed her forehead. A slight bruise disappeared under her touch, where David had banged his forehead against her. Who says I don't? Her eyes flashed as she dropped a finger from her forehead and then ran over her ass, covering the places he had struck her. Let's not waste time with Princess Bitch, the Matron suggested, her hand moving lower. The voice low, harsh, a suggestive whisper. You have three more to deal with before the Queen Bitch. Three more? Elizabeth looked curious now, head tilting slightly. Who've you released? I can tell its weak, but not who. Japonaise, David answered as Elizabeth stepped onto a carriage, then a gestured towards them, the finger pointing to him then in a swirl gestured towards the seat opposite. The Matron pushed him forward and they sat across from Elizabeth who snapped her fingers, the carriage started moving. So onto Paris then? Paris? Why Paris? He asked, as the carriage began moving itself slowly across the cobblestone streets, passing various storefronts with the names Edward's Tea Parlor, George's Tea Emporium, Victoria's Tea Palace, and other such amalgamations. Of all things that took his mind at that moment he could only wonder, why so many tea houses? If you've been through Japonaise then Paris is the next kingdom after mine, Elizabeth answered as she crossed her legs gingerly under the long skirts. A short spasm of pain crossing her face as David felt a familiar hand reach down and unbuckle his belt. A look of disgust crossing Elizabeth's face as her nose rose up as if smelling something disgusting, a wet set of lips swiftly descended over his dick, feeling his swiftly hardening length disappear into the Matron's mouth as she leaned over and began sucking on him. Ugh, you filthy, slutty cow. Stop that. It defiles my carriage. David let out a quick moan as the Matron turned her head so her face and mouth were facing Elizabeth, an exaggerated moan escaping her cock filled mouth. Pulling it out and licking it noisily from base to tip before jerking his length as it was suck into and down the Matron's throat, warm muscles sucking and pulling at the head of his cock. Elizabeth, a look of disgust on her face, turned aside, her eyes open to slits as David could just see she still looked. His hand reached over the Matron, grabbing a handful of her bare breast and rubbing his hand over it, the exaggerated moans and sucking sounds getting louder. Why are you here? Elizabeth asked, David assumed it was to him, though he was not quite paying attention. The Matron was giving him the best blowjob he'd ever had, even for this place, and his mind was solely focused on how good it felt to be in her hand and in her mouth. The exuberance of her sucking, strong even for her, and the way she moaned and ran her tongue around him he knew it would not be long. I, he started then stopped with a sharp intake of air as tongue and lips swirled and sucked on his sensitive tip. I came to find my, another move to the tip forced him to inhale again, find my mother. Turning sharply towards him, eye brows narrowed. For a moment David focused on them, looking at the impossibly straight lines of her eye brows that angled up in just the right way with her face normal, now as if annoyed they were arching up from the bridge of her nose. David never knew eye brows could be so expressive. Then his body tensed, sweat breaking out on his upper lip and forehead. His heart hammered in his chest and his muscles tensed all over his body. Feeling as if he was pressing himself into the thin cushion of the carriage his body pushed itself down, as if trying to get away from the warm, wonderful mouth that was enveloping him. Then with a low moan that shuddered as his muscles relaxed and tensed he felt it again. That pressure building up inside him, his muscles pushing it out. His body rejecting whatever was inside him at that moment, his hand grasping hard on the large, soft breast that filled his hand. Uh, was all he could say as Elizabeth made another noise of disgust in her throat, though now her eyes narrowed they never looked away from his wet cock that the Matron had half out of her mouth. The Matron's face was one of delight, eyes closed, cheeks sunk in as half of David's cock lay wrapped by her lips, hand jerking him softly and reaching down to run her nailed fingers across his balls. David made only non-sensical noises as his cock erupted, a thick smell of cum emanating from the Matron who noisily slurped it all down, her throat pulsing with the thick waves of cum that she pulled out of him. Her swallows loud and erotic as she drained David who simply lay against the seat, body spent and limbs laying limp. The Matron slowly pulled herself up, her mouth leaving his cock with a last suck and pop as she kept a hand on the root of it. At the tip was a small ball of cum, perfectly balanced on his shiny head. The Matron opened her eyes slowly a satisfied smile on her face, looking at Elizabeth intently, the slowly moving hand kept David hard for a moment as he lay back and breathed deeply. Last bit for you, Princess, the tone was mocking but servile. Elizabeth started, looking from the Matron to his cock and the small bit of cum that rested there. The Matron moved her hand, pointing the cock towards the Princess who slowly turned back. Eyes darting from the cock to the Matron, a look of suspicion on her face. The Matron opened her mouth, showing a large puddle of thick cum resting on her tongue, then closing her mouth opened it with a satisfied ah, the cum gone. Quickly Elizabeth leaned down, mouth unerringly to the cock and with a quick suck, and the Matron jerking the cock quickly, the bit of cum was gone, David gave one last moan and then felt like a puddle of something on the carriage. The Matron replacing his pants, and with an affectionate pat on his groin kissed his cheek. That was a freebie, she smiled at him and then sat straight up, tray out, and a huge grin on her face. I, uh, David tried to get his thoughts together. She didn't tell you, did she? Elizabeth looked at David, a lace covered finger running sensuously on her lips as if collecting the last of whatever shined there. David assumed it was his cum. Elizabeth's face gestured towards the Matron as she spoke. David noted that the tea houses continued on this road, the names slightly repeated, each one vaguely the same on the outside, the store fronts looking all like some background set from a Charles Dickens movie. Even in the colorless atmosphere of the Park the buildings looked especially lacking in color, the feel was London that was unmistakable with the brick fronts, cobblestone streets, narrow lanes and iron wrought light poles and lamps hanging off the building. The atmosphere was still oppressive, but different here, as if it was the fog and not just what lay above them, the dark, swirling clouds above that hid everything, wrapping the Park in its shroud of shadows. Tell me what? He looked at the Matron who had not moved since swallowing his load. That you can't leave here, the fan gestured around as he saw the Matron shake her head in agreement with Elizabeth. The only way out, is in. As if to emphasize her point the fan pointed towards the shadow of the castle within the Park. I'll find the answers there? He asked as the carriage slowly turned, when they came to the edge of London. A high wall of stone, topped with evil looking iron spikes, a wrought iron gate was closed and beyond it a swirl of mist. Answers, Elizabeth said as the carriage turned to let the side face the gate that slowly opened with a loud creak, the mist behind swirling at the motion of the swinging gates. Probably not the ones you are seeking though. As the carriage stopped and the gates slammed at their fullest opening Elizabeth held the fan up to her left ear, opening it as it slid across her eyes before she stopped to fan herself. David felt as if she was trying to tell him something as he stared at her, she opened and closed the fan then repeated the gesture. A sigh as she turned away, the now familiar look of disgust on her face. Get the fuck out of my kingdom, she told him in that voice of glass.