Some Day My Prince Will Come - Sex Stories

Some Day My Prince Will Come

... eaten, and some mild flirtation, he suggested we adjourn to his hotel suite to discuss the contract in more detail "without getting pasta - sauce on this very impressive document" he said He also asked for Angie to meet us there, as the author of the bid she had a little more detail about something she had built into my product, regarding out of hours support. I called her, she was in Solihull, and she agreed she would be with us at the hotel within 45 minutes, traffic permitting she said. Once we got to his highness' suite, it was quite clear that the contract would not be the only thing he wanted to go over. He reiterated how beautiful he thought I was. With the contract and bid on his table, he read and read, he'd seen it before! Surely he could have studied it or had his people look it over in advance. Talking of looking thinngs over he kept sneaking a look up my little skirt as I sat opposite, so I deliberately flashed him some stocking top. >>>>> NOW FAST FORWARD HALF AN HOUR >>>>>> "I LOOOVE stockings", he suddenly blurted, "only the most .. Westernised women wear ..such things back at home. All ..very boring. Could ... I PLEASE have a ... look?" he ventured I stood, and smiled, and lifted my little skirt, showing my stocking tops, CREAMY thighs and the rapidly moistening crotch of my g string. Within a few minutes , I was on my knees in front of him, and he had opened his trousers, to extract his hyper-hard cock "Oh god that's wonderful" he moaned as I took his big ...

... coffee coloured cock fully into my mouth, licking and gently nibbling with my lips. Between gobbles I reminded him that Angie would be with us very soon. He was only in my mouth for a minute or two. There was a knock at the door, and I dropped my skirt back into normal position, and his highness hastily tucked his penis away. Well, as hastily as he could, as he could easily have broken up toffee with it. I opened the door to Angie, who was looking MAGNIFICENT in a 60's retro dress, all swirly swirls, her hair and make up were model-perfect. She looked fucking stunning IMHO. His Highness was suitably impressed and he bowed to kiss her hand. Once we'd dispensed with the formalities, I brought her up to date, in the royal en suite. I told her the prince wanted sex in return for signing said contract, and although he had been quite charming about it all, he was used to getting what he wanted. "With me as well?" asked Angie, agape "Yes with both of us. Now how much would do you want? Fifty thousand quid?" "Well..for that" "Fifty quid?" "What do you think I AM?" Angie was horrified "We've already established what you are, we're just haggling over the price" I teased "But seriously..." she said "What I would want.. like .. is enough to buy my husband out, and a car. Let's say £25,000" "Deal" I said. "but....there is one little thing..." "What's that? No rough stuff!!" "No, no. It will I SUSPECT, involve ... "going" ... with me... as well as him" "Oh CHRIST!" she said "I've always ...