1. From Pine Ridge to Princess part 2


    Date: 10/2/2018, Categories: Fiction, Body modification, Consensual Sex, Domination / Submission, Group Sexs, Reluctance, Romance, Group Sex, Author: abroadsword, Source: sexstories.com

    Pine Ridge Pincess Part Two The afternoon sun shone brightly on the Berghoff, its snow covered peak dazzlingly white against the clear blue sky. The city was a bustling mass of people going about their business as a slim young woman in a tracksuit jogged along the sidewalk towards the royal palace. She took the palace steps two at a time and went to enter the main gate. “Halt!” the guard shouted. “It’s ok I live here,” Mitzy shouted. “ID?” he queried. “Like, I’m Princess Mitzy ok?” she insisted. “Princess Mitzy is not flat chested,” the guard insisted, “Go away!” “Now don’t you take that tone with me!” Mitzy protested, “I got ID see,” and she pulled out her Asda Walmart loyalty card. “Jessica May Blanchard from Pine Ridge Nebraska,” the guard read, “Its says nothing about Princess Mitzy Fucksalot.” “No,” Mitzy agreed, “Like you don’t recognise me?” “No,” the guard insisted. “I guess its because I had my tits done,” Mitzy suggested, “Guy in Heidleburg did it for free as long as he could sell the old implants on Ebay. “Really?” the guard replied in disbelief, “Now why would anyone do something that stupid?” “Cause you can’t jog very fast with E cup sillicon wobbing around up front,” Mitzy insisted, “I wanna run marathons like English princesses do.” “I see,” the guard replied wondering of the woman was in fact a slimmed down Mitzy after all, she certainly seemed stupid enough. “Do you reckon like if Boris married Mitzy then if I’m Jessie I ain’t no Princess?” she asked. ...
    “Absolutely,” the guard agreed. “Gee, so like I can go home to Pine Ridge Nebraska?” she asked, “Maybe go school or get a regular job at the lumber company?” “I have no idea,” the guard insisted. “You look different,” Mitzy said thoughtfully, “You always used to have a boner when you let me in, you ok?” A light illuminated in the guard’s brain, “Did you say you wanted to come in?” he asked. “Sure,” Mitzy replied. “Then I’ll tell the Prince you have returned,” he agreed and saluted smartly. Mitzy jogged across the courtyard as consternation raged indoors. “This is an outrage!” the King snapped. “Damn!” Amelia Boris’s third Mistress complained as it was her night to get laid. “Throw her out,” the Queen cried, “She cannot swan off for six months and just return when she wants to.” They all crowded round the front door parting briefly to allow the jogger in, King, Queen, Boris and the palace staff. Mitzy wondered what was going on, “What’s going on?” she asked. “Princess Mitzy is coming,” the King explained, “Mitzy Fucksalot!” “Right, I call myself Jessie now I had my tits done,” Mitzy explained, “I only just got signed off as STD free so I come for some of my stuff.” “You Mitzy?” the Queen demanded, “Good god girl you look almost human!” “Mitzy?” Boris queried. “I calls myself Jessie again now, I got VD at the ball and it scared me so I ain’t no pornstar no more,” she explained. “But your tits, where are your tits?” he demanded. “Had the sillicon took out,” she replied, “I don’t want ...
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