Princess and a friend for cunnilingus 1

I am a man in my early thirties. In sex, my partner's side has always been important to me. I like it when my partner feels good. I have always enjoyed oral affection; I love giving cunnilingus to a girl. Unfortunately, many girls are not very interested in such activities.

And so one day I decided to post an ad on one of the websites with the following content:

"Not a young man, 32 years old. Height 180, slightly overweight (a bit of a belly (a little balcony)). Cheerful. Looking for a woman (girl) for infrequent meetings on neutral territory (willing to book a hotel room), love to have a heart-to-heart talk over a bottle of wine. The wine comes with my warmth

and oral affection in your direction (cunnilingus). If you help me jerk off in my direction, I'll be happy."

I left my email for contact. For the first few days, I eagerly awaited a miracle, but it didn't happen. Then work piled up, and I forgot about everything.

I had a hard time finding the site where I created the ad, let alone remembering the password to log in, to fully understand what it was about.

I spent two days composing a reply to the email, as everything I wrote and then reread didn't satisfy me. In the end, it turned out like this:

"Good afternoon, Kristina! My ad is still relevant. Ready to meet with you. I'm attaching a photo below. Awaiting your response to my offer."

After clicking the 'send' button, I was restless for the next 3 days, but there was still no reply. Time dragged on slowly, and on Friday I received the long-awaited email. In the evening, when I got to the computer, I read the following message:

"Good afternoon, Ivan! Ready to discuss a place for our meeting at a cafe……. Please choose a cafe closer to the center or in the city center…… Awaiting your suggestions…… =)))"

"Good evening, Kristina! I suggest the cafe '*******' on '********' street, building 13. I propose we have our meeting on Saturday at 13:00 Moscow time. I will be waiting for you in the cafe on the second floor."

After clicking 'send,' it was as if I had been struck by electricity. I suddenly thought that if she didn't check the email today, she might not come tomorrow, or I would be putting her on the spot by scheduling the meeting so quickly.

While I was tormented by doubts, two hours passed, and a notification about an unread email from Kristina appeared on my phone. Everything inside me froze; I didn't even open it right away, but spent a few minutes just admiring it on the open browser page, trying to guess what was inside. Opening it, I saw the following text:

"Good evening, Ivan! I am ready to meet with you at the place you specified. Only I suggest moving our meeting to 12:00, as it will be more convenient for me."

A weight lifted off my chest. Clicking the reply button, I quickly started typing:

"Kristina! I agree to move our meeting to 12:00. I will be waiting for you at the cafe. See you soon."

The next day, I arrived half an hour early. I chose a table in the back of the cafe by the window, from which the entrance was clearly visible. Ordering a pot of tea, two cups, and two pastries, I began to wait.

At 12:10, on the path in front of the entrance, I noticed a small female figure, dressed youthfully in a puffer jacket and a warm cap. She was carrying a small bag and a rolled-up tube of paper. I didn't pay much attention to her, thinking she was a student hurrying to a nearby university. The girl approached the entrance, looked at the house number, and confidently went inside. I was watching the clock when suddenly I heard at the table:

— Ivan. Ivan, is that you! – a gentle female voice said it in such a way that at first I thought they weren't addressing me.

Raising my eyes and seeing that very girl, I was even a little embarrassed at first. In front of me stood a girl about 165-168 cm tall, of average build, but with small breasts, size 1.5, and a pleasantly full, rounded bottom.

— Yes, I'm Ivan, and you must be Kristina? — I asked.

— Yes, nice to meet you! – and with these words, a miniature hand with two rings and a gold chain bracelet was extended to me. The nails were small, painted purple, and had an oval shape.

Slightly squeezing her hand and nodding my head, I gestured for my companion to sit at the table. Smiling, she took the bag off her shoulder and placed it on the adjacent chair, then the neatly rolled drawing paper and outerwear went there as well. Under the puffer jacket was a light pink blouse, with harmoniously slightly protruding breasts. I could even make out the outline of a bra, pleasantly lifting her breasts and slightly protruding nipples. Below was a fitted skirt, into which the blouse was tucked and tied with a thin belt. The skirt flared out like a bell at the bottom and was just below the knees. On her legs were tights and ankle boots with a small but quite visible heel.

After a brief but substantial conversation, we moved on to the main thing: the agreement on how and under what conditions we would communicate.

— I agree – the girl replied – only I have a couple of conditions too.

— First, when we meet on the street, we don't know each other. Second, I am still a virgin, as funny as it may sound, and I want to remain one until marriage, so only oral contact without penetration. — she said, a little embarrassed and blushing.

— Okay! — I replied.

We talked for another half hour. At some point, there was a pause, and I decided to push the situation a little.

— Do you think we're not ready yet to move to a more secluded place? — I felt uneasy from my own audacity, and I felt my face flushing with blood.

— I don't mind, besides, we seem to have discussed and agreed on all the taboos – she said with a sweet smile.

— Then sit here for five minutes. I'll arrange a cozy spot for us, and I'll come back for you. — before leaving, I poured Kristina some tea and went to the administrator to book a room.

After paying for the room and getting the key, I ran up to the second floor, caught my breath a little, and entered the cafe. Kristina was sitting at the table. Seeing me, she started gathering her things. Approaching her, I took the drawing paper and the bag. We walked together along the empty corridor on the third floor, covered with a red carpet, with doors on the left and right. Stopping at room number 315, I took out the key and opened the door.

Once inside, I put the things on the hallway console, hung up my jacket, took Kristina's jacket, and hung it up too. Taking off my street shoes and putting on hotel slippers, I looked at Kristina; she was standing in some confusion, looking at me.

— Do you need help taking off your shoes? – deciding to speed up the process a bit, I asked. She didn't say anything, just smiled mysteriously; in her eyes, I saw a spark igniting, and a light blush flooded her cheeks.

Sitting down, I reached out to her. She slowly lifted and offered me her right foot. Unzipping the zipper on the beautiful boot with a small heel, I carefully placed it by the console, took a slipper, and helped her put it on. The same thing happened with the second foot. Raising my eyes, I saw Kristina's flushed face, her eyes shining, her lips stretched into a smile.

We went into the living room. I took out a bottle of wine I had bought in advance and two glasses from the cabinet in the corner. Pouring the wine, I handed a glass to Kristina and said:

— This is for you. May I call you 'my princess'? — the girl was glowing with happiness. Through the light blouse, her excited nipples became more clearly visible.

She silently nodded her head and took the glass. We sat in the armchairs near the coffee table and drank the first glass to continue the conversation started in the cafe. I reached out to take the glass from Kristina's hands. And then I heard:

— Can I ask you a question?

— Yes, of course.

— I have a fantasy!

— What is it? – I impatiently interrupted the girl. She was a little embarrassed, but the wine had already gone to her head, and she continued.

— I want to be served by a naked man, if you could………. — saying this, she blushed again, but didn't take her eyes off me.

— No problem – I replied; I was even a little pleased that she took the initiative into her own hands. Blood immediately rushed to my cock, and I felt tension in my underwear.

– Only……. – and here I hesitated a bit, but continued — I'm no stripper, so please forgive me. – I thought it would be better to go out, undress in the hallway, and come back, but Kristina stopped me.

— That's not important; you can just undress here. — she said and smiled.

— Okay – I replied and started taking off my sweater and jeans, carefully folding them on a chair. Left in my underwear and socks, I hesitated for a moment, but then immediately heard her voice.

— Underwear! Take off your underwear too! – as if urging me on, the girl continued, slightly raising her voice with a chuckle.

Now only in socks, I went to the table, took her glass and the bottle, poured some wine, and approached closer to the armchair where Kristina was comfortably sprawled.

I handed her the glass with the words:

— A glass of wine for my Princess!!!! – smiling, I gave her the glass. Looking at the girl, I realized she wasn't taking her eyes off my erect cock.

— Can I touch it? – Kristina asked with delight and joy in her eyes, pointing at my erect cock.

— Of course, you can do anything, — I added somewhat rashly right away. Most likely, it was due to the overwhelming arousal that had taken over me and the wine, which made itself known with a light buzz in my head. It was the first time in my life I stood completely naked in front of a girl in the role of a waiter. To be honest, I wasn't entirely prepared for such a turn of events and had imagined our meeting somewhat differently, but as I said above, I was even turned on that she took the initiative.

With one hand, she held the glass of wine; with the other, she took the shaft of my cock with two fingers and lifted it. Looking at me—and at that moment, I couldn't take my eyes off her—she began to tilt it in different directions, as if examining her new acquisition. After inspecting it from all sides, she said:

— Super!!! I didn't even expect you to be shaved there.!!!! I hate those bushes in underwear so much.!!!

— How big is it? – as if asking me a question, she looked at me and, waiting for my answer, measured it with her fingers and continued.

— Roughly, it's about 15.5 cm – Kristina guessed.

— Impressive!!!! And it's thick!!!! – she was glowing as if she had a gold bar in her hands.

I was glad my efforts were rewarded; washing with gel and a bit of patience, along with refraining from going to the toilet, brought the expected result. But at some point, I even started to worry that I had already agreed to everything. Kristina became so engrossed in twisting and examining the cock in her hand, playing with the balls, that at times it seemed she wanted to take it with her, put it in her bag, and run away with the words "I can!!!! You allowed it yourself."

At some point, she wrapped her hand around the cock, making a ring by connecting her index finger and thumb, and then made several forward movements along the shaft, exposing the head. I could barely restrain myself from giving in to the pleasure and entering a stage where controlling myself would become very difficult. After all, if I came now, the desire to give maximum pleasure to my partner would disappear.

And the Princess wouldn't calm down

— Oh, what a cute head!!! And this hole in the middle!!!!!

— How lovely!!! – taking a sip of wine, she continued.

— I need to use the bathroom — and getting up from the armchair, she looked at me and smiled.

— And don't go anywhere; we'll continue!!!! – finishing the phrase, she turned and went to the restroom.

Sitting in the armchair and realizing that I was simply overwhelmed with arousal and some kind of fear of her. I was as if under hypnosis and couldn't do anything about it, nor did I want to. Taking my glass and sipping a little wine, I sat and digested what had happened to me. From the outside, it probably looked like a cat coming to its senses after its first visit to someone else's children. Lost in my thoughts, I missed the moment when Kristina returned to the room; hearing her voice, I even flinched a little. Looking, I saw that she had placed her tights next to my things, and her panties with a wet center remained in her hands.

— Just look what you've done to a poor girl!!!! I'm all wet!!! As if I wet myself!!!! – and she brought her wet panties to my face.

— They need to be dried, or how will I go home! It's not spring outside!!!! – coming even closer, she ran her hand over my head and continued.

— Your head is warm; we'll dry them on it – I, continuing to be in a stupor, didn't have time to object as she quickly put them on my head. I felt the moisture they exuded and her wonderful scent.

— So, that's sorted, and now look here – and she lifted her skirt; her crotch was glistening with juices.

Her pussy was shaved; the pubic mound and lips didn't protrude much and were separated by a thin slit; the clitoris and labia minora weren't visible. Stretching out my hands, I grabbed her by the butt and, sliding from the armchair to the floor, kneeling, found myself face-to-face with the beautiful pubis. I began covering the pubic mound and thighs with kisses. She spread her legs a little so I could comfortably service her little bud. I ran my tongue along her thighs and gradually approached the beginning-to-open slit. Touching the top of the slit, I slowly ran my tongue along its entire length. Hearing a sigh, I felt the fabric of the skirt cover me, and Kristina took half a step forward, so my head ended up directly opposite her beautiful bud.

I continued licking her pussy; she was flowing so much that I could barely handle the amount of fluid. Finding the pea of her virgin clitoris with my tongue, I wrapped my lips around it as much as possible and began to suck on it. Sighs and moans from the beautiful Princess reached me. After some time, I felt hands on the back of my head, and her legs began to squeeze my head a little. After about 5 minutes, she suddenly pressed me into her crotch; her legs squeezed my head, I couldn't hear anything, but I didn't stop sucking her clitoris. Suddenly, I felt that she literally sat on my face and was hanging on me; my hands were supporting her butt, and she was leaning on my head with her hands, her legs were clenched, and a spasm ran through them.

We stayed in that position for probably 20 seconds; then she slowly shifted her body weight onto her legs, just as slowly lifted her skirt, I detached from her bud, and she, taking a step back, sank into the armchair.

Slightly closed eyes were looking at me; her pupils were dilated. Coming out of the stupor,