Sex Quest 4
Victorian style erotica. Reader discretion advised. This is a work of fiction.
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Sex Quest
Or: One little pussy. A galaxy of men!
Installment Four
Chapter Three ( continued )
The colonel put Katy in the limo’s rear compartment. He joined her and her rabbit in it. The limo levitated. Gliding up and out through the atrium’s exit portal, it greeted the stormy night. The ride remained smooth as the limo flew off.
Viewscreens faced the seated pair. They showed Rome’s skyscape and environs as the limo’s flight encompassed them. Jeff opened a liquor cabinet. He asked Katy what her favorite adult beverage was.
“I dunno,” the blonde answered. Her small shoulders shrugged. Her hood remained up, her nude, balloon-round bosoms bared. Katy’s nipples were pointed. Her stockinged thighs were pressed close.
“Open your legs,” Jeff said. Katy’s answer was a glaring moue. But she split her thighs as she watched Jeff mix cocktails. He made drinks for them both.
Jeff’s was a Tom Collins. He placed a cherry-ornamented mai tai into Katy’s gloved hands. She blushed at his intended double entendre.
“A toast,” the colonel proposed. “To your hymen.”
“You’re rude!” the open-legged teen riposted. She joined his toast anyway. Doing so made her burst into tit-wiggly laughter. Katy spilled some of her mai tai as she laughed. The cold drink, spilling down her bosomy front, made her shout. Jeff rubbed her where she was wet. Katy cooed. She did so with wide-eyed indulgence as he fingered her juicy cooch. Katy’s bare hips worked to his invading touch.
“Good girl,” he said, in a master’s voice for a pet. He found her cunny to be a slick vise. Katy whimperingly urged him to violate her. Not by her words, but by her hip’ motions. She dared her hymen against his digit’s prodding stiffness.
Jeff imbibed some of his drink. Setting it aside, he lifted Katy’s glass, gripped by both her small hands, to her lipsticked mouth. His other hand continued to ply her pudenda.
“Swallow,” Jeff ordered. “Never mind whether the alcohol is to your taste. I want you a little drunk.”
Katy sampled the mai tai. She did so with her gartered thighs wide. Despite the drink’s pretty appearance, it wasn’t quite to her liking. She was unused to alcohol.
Jeff kept the glass before Katy. The hooded blonde breathed in deeply. Her bare jellied breasts jigglingly rose. She exhaled and then drank. Katy did so with a big, cheek-filling gulp. Her sparkly bowtie shivered as she swallowed.
“Good girl,” Jeff said. He did not force her to drink the whole glass. Instead, he returned both their drinks to the liquor cabinet. Their destination was drawing near. Jeff took a slender rope from a second cabinet. It was dove white like Katy’s coat and frippery, save for her scarlet ferret. The blonde gasped upon realizing his intent.
He gripped the rope in his mouth. Taking Katy’s sleeved and gloved wrists, he pulled them behind her. She resisted as an alcohol buzz invaded her hooded head. Her nude outthrust breasts stuck out more. They juddered as she fought being secured. Her gartered thighs remained splayed despite her bottom’s wrigglings. Jeff tied her upper limbs so they wrapped across her back and above her bottom.
Katy sat with her arms bound behind her. Jeff gloatingly fingered her snatch. Katy squealingly juiced his fingers. He remarked on her wetness. As rain lashed the limo, Katy blushed to her fulsome breasts’ taut teats.
“A debutante mustn’t know the society’s location,” Jeff said. He produced a black velvet blindfold. Katy shrieked as he wrapped it over her eyes. She resisted anew. Her bare bosoms bobbled as Jeff knotted the blindfold behind her hooded head.
Katy’s stockinged legs remained open. Jeff gently tormented her juiced slit as the limo flew on. The blonde gaspingly moaned. Jeff squeezed her nude jutting breasts. He pinched her erect nipples, as if to express milk from them. He slapped her wiggly tits.
“Oh! Ow!” Katy yelped. The colonel won her forgiveness by tickling her slim tummy. Katy flushed at her salacity. What would her mom, warning her of strangers in cars, think of this?
The rain abated. Clouds that had shrouded the moon unveiled it as the limo passed over Rome’s outskirts. Buildings and streets gave way to copse-studded fields. Ahead lay the Palace La Rut.
It dated from Earth’s antiquity. La Rut’s stone walls held many secrets. These included iniquitous ones. Amabo brought the limo over La Rut’s forecourt. Beneath its glass roof, with its air-buffered portal, were two dozen parked flying craft. The images of these showed on viewscreens in the limo’s rear compartment.
Jeff called Amabo on the car’s intercom.
“Land in the ballroom,” he ordered. “The child is a virgin.” Katy, cloth-blinded, but with her bared breasts outthrust, gasped. She wasn’t a child. She was 13!
Amabo moved the craft beyond the forecourt.
To a pout from Katy, Jeff told her,
“You’re the cunt of honor.” Katy stuck her pink tongue out at him. Its wetness glistened like her hopelessly juicy slit. Her gartered thighs strained wider.
La Rut’s ballroom did not have a glass roof. However, the center part of the room’s roof opened upwards at Amabo’s arrival. It did so in petal-like sections, akin to a flower waking to the sun. The moon showed pumpkin bright as the limo hovered over the receptive roof. Its opening was air-buffered.
Below the splitting roof was the ballroom’s dance floor. It was polished wood. Unrolled here, on this night, was a big square of velvet. It was cherry red. Bright brass balusters holding red velvet ropes enclosed the red carpet. Liveried party staff ensured that the welcoming carpet was clear of celebrants. The limo landed in the festive room.
Doing so, it was joining a soiree. This had kicked off a half hour ago. Male attendees wore tuxedos. Their dates made a splash by wearing much less. There was a bar and buffet. Dancing took place beyond the roped-off red carpet. Chandeliers gave the room much of its light.
The room’s farther reaches were carpeted. They were furnished in expectation of coital labors. Toys and lubricants were among the accessories provided here. There was also an exhibition cage. Some partiers had already taken to this area’s sofas and day beds. The sounds of their erotic endeavors joined the dance music.
At the ballroom’s far end was a stage. An orchestra, in formal attire, played popular tunes.
Cheers burst from the partiers at the limo’s arrival. It landed within the roped-off space. Amabo exited the car to assist Jeff and Katy’s exit from it. The colonel unlimbered himself from its rear compartment. His handsome physique and big groin produced “Ooohs!” and “Aaahs!” from the crowd. Then Katy was taken from the limo. She won similar accolades from those present. The blonde emerged blindfolded and bound from the car. Her breasts were wobblingly free. Katy’s snug cunny visibly glistened. Her heels caught the room’s light. So did her sparkly bowtie and twinkly garter-held carnations. Her scarlet ferret could be discerned in her semi-sheer coat. Amabo fetched her bunny. He followed Jeff and bottom-exposed Katy through an opening left in the ropes.
End of “Sex Quest”, installment four.
My “page-a-day” installments bear no relation to the story’s chapter number.
I.D. this QUOTE
“They gather around in groups and talk mostly about girls.”
This quote refers to grown men. Obviously, if grown men are discussing “girls”, that is, children, they must be a bunch of perverts. They’re “child molesters”, properly locked away in a prison somewhere.
Right?
Nope. These men are America’s greatest generation. They discussed girls as they waited to charge, effectively naked, straight into German gunfire on the beaches of Normandy.
Today, America is a more moral nation. Mothers delight in bondage and sadomasochism in books like “Fifty Shades of Grey.” America’s military is stronger. It flees “child molesters” in Afghanistan, abandoning its equipment, and American citizens, as it does.
Perhaps the Reverend Wright was right when he said, “God damn America!” Any army that ditches its weapons and endangered citizens is a bunch of cowards. At least America is blessed with politically correct cowards…
Source for the quote: The Longest Day, by Cornelius Ryan. The Library of America. Penguin Random House. New York, New York. United States of America. Publication date: 2019. Original publication date: 1959. Page 55 LM.
LM is my own notation. I use the following notations:
T This refers to the top of a book’s page.
UM This refers to the upper middle of a book’s page.
M This refers to the middle of a book’s page.
LM This refers to the lower middle of a book’s page.
B This doesn’t refer to the bottom of Kay J at age 20, or to Brooke Shield’s bottom at age 10, but to the bottom of a book’s page.
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Copyright 2021 by Andrew L. Roller. ER, Erotic Romances, and ARSE, Andrew Roller Stories and Essays, are trademarks of Andrew L. Roller, as is Naughty Naked Dreamgirls.
I am https://andrewroller.wordpress.com
Vintage posts by me are at https://asstr.org/files/Authors/Roller/
This is ER, Erotic Romances, issue number 22.4
( ER issue number twenty-two. “Sex Quest” story installment number four. )
Arcana: This is update and alter the text version number: 1.0
Date Written: September 19, 2021. Live for the day that censorious Big Tech is dead.
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Sex Quest 3
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Victorian style erotica. Reader discretion advised. This is a work of fiction.
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Sex Quest
Or: One little pussy. A galaxy of men!
Installment Three
Chapter Three ( continued )
Jemima departed the suite. Katy was left holding her bunny in the company of the two men. Arthur presented her with a big gift-wrapped box. He put it on the carpeted floor, where she could easily open it. Katy let Jeff help her take to her knees on the floor. Her boudoir heels made such a movement more difficult.
Kneeling, Katy set Frosty aside on the floor. The rain was now loud beyond the balcony’s closed curtains. It had become a downpour. The blonde knelt upright as she set to opening her present. Embarrassingly, she’d begun to drip. Her vulva’s juice was streaking her smooth inner thighs. Katy’s bare derriere squirmed, its apple-round halves nervously flexing.
“A fur coat!” Katy gasped. She was soon standing and trying it on. It was a coat made for summer. The coat was white semi-opaque silk. Only its hood, cuffs, and hemlines were ermine. Arthur drew up Katy’s hood. He loosely tied its silk drawstrings at her bowtied throat. Katy’s coat had long sleeves. It had no ties or buttons to hold its open front closed. It was sinfully short. Katy’s bared pussy clutched wetly upon itself. Her cleft seat, its undercurves uncovered, squeezed its plumpness tighter.
Both men palmed her exposed rear. Katy squealed like a piglet taking a butcher’s knife. Her young tits, left uncaptured by her coat, thrust with jiggly liberty.
Jeff’s head bent to hers. His mouth found her lips willing. She’d no sooner kissed him than Arthur wanted the same! Katy returned his wet smooch. The rain stormed down outside.
Jeff, fondling Katy’s cantaloupe tits, sought to plunge his tongue in her mouth. Katy’s tongue popped duelingly forth. It was clashing wetly with Jeff’s when Arthur groped her lubed snatch! Katy slapped his face. He, ignoring this, split her little juiced lovelips with his big finger. Katy shrieked at the violation. Jeff’s tongue thrust into her open mouth. A fresh piglet squeal came from Katy as her uncle, in her tight vulva, poked her vaginal guardian.
The virgin’s cry broke the trio’s lubricious embrace. Katy, rubbing her pussy, scolded Arthur:
“You could’ve popped me!” Her uncle chuckled with Jeff.
“You’re lucky that I’m your relative,” Arthur replied to the bosomy waif. “Or I would have popped you.” The blonde, snatching up her rabbit, answered him with a mouth-fart. However, doing this as she was bent toward the floor, she only succeeded in amusing the men.
“We’ll be going,” Jeff said. He took Katy by her sleeved, glove-sheathed arm. Her tits jutting ripely at Arthur, the hooded blonde sheltered against Jeff. She stuck her tongue out at her uncle.
“That’s no way to act,” Jeff reproved her. “Thank him for your present.”
“Thank you, uncle, for sticking your finger in my pussy,” the blonde sassily said. Her exposed bosoms joggled, nipples erect. The men laughed. Katy, hugging Frosty, flushed to her teats. Her partly exposed bottom cheeks bunched. On this sultry night, all the rules were being upended! Her protective uncle had become a predator. She was about to go out with a stranger! And they weren’t going to some mall movie that was rated PG-13.
The hotel hallway was empty. The inundation outside was barely audible here. Jeff, his groin risen, strode along the hall with Katy trippingly accompanying him. They were arm-in-arm. The hooded teen, Frosty under her free arm, held her coat closed over her bust. But her bulging cleavage showed much of its jiggly allure. Her open, fluttering, coat left her taut belly bared. Katy’s fleeced mons and wet vulva were uncovered.
The couple arrived at a pair of elevators. Katy pressed their shared call button. A lift arrived. The blonde squealed as a uniformed bellhop, senior to her by just a few years, stepped from it. The boy gawked at her. Jeff shepherded the stiletto-heeled, bottom-exhibiting teen into the car. When its doors shut, she gave a cheek-puffing gasp of embarrassed relief.
“You might have let me wear more,” Katy said. Jeff stroked her slim tummy. Katy, releasing her hold on her coat, burst into boob-wobbly giggles. The lift ascended to the hotel’s roof. Its doors opened on a couple that stood waiting for it.
Dilbert Odlid was from Oklahomo. A retired Sheriff, he and his wife, Irma, were in eveningwear. It was their first time in Rome. Good Catholics, they’d attended a bishop’s dinner. The bishop had railed in his dinner speech against the galaxy’s sins.
A gasp burst from giggling Katy. The hooded blonde stood Venus-bared before the seniors. Each regarded her with scandalized looks. Dick-pronging Jeff appalled them. The colonel squired Katy out of the car. Her hind cheeks’ undercurves lured Dilbert’s gaze. Irma slapped him as Katy trotted off in her heels with her bunny and Jeff.
The hotel’s rooftop garage was enclosed in a glass atrium. The rain drummed loudly on its high ceiling. Gusts of wind swept past the tall structure. Through an air-buffered opening, a flying craft exited.
“It looks awful out there!” Katy squeaked. Her cunny was still occasionally streaking her inner thighs. The inner curves of her leg’s garters were damp. Above her bared dell and flat belly, her creamy tits jogglingly stuck forth. So did their rouged tips.
Amid the parked flying ships was a limousine vessel. Midnight black and shiny, it had smoked windows. The liveried pilot had dozed off at its helm. Jeff had Katy knock on his pilot’s side window. Startled, the awakened Black man opened his door. Katy gave a tit-wiggly gasp. In his lap was a lewd magazine.
“One tart, for delivery to Dionysus,” Jeff said of Katy. Amabo gawked at the cream-bosomed, slim-bellied teen. Katy squealed as his eyes settled hungrily on her slick vulva.
“She been popped?” Amabo asked.
“Not yet,” Jeff replied.
Katy’s ocean blue eyes indignantly regarded both men.
“I’m more than my pussy!” she said.
“Yes, you have superb breasts,” Jeff answered. Katy gave him a raspberry salute. Her tongue-spritzed saliva sparkled on his tuxedo.
End of “Sex Quest”, installment three.
My “page-a-day” installments bear no relation to the story’s chapter number.
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Copyright 2021 by Andrew L. Roller. ER, Erotic Romances, and ARSE, Andrew Roller Stories and Essays, are trademarks of Andrew L. Roller, as is Naughty Naked Dreamgirls.
I am https://andrewroller.wordpress.com
Vintage posts by me are at https://asstr.org/files/Authors/Roller/
This is ER, Erotic Romances, issue number 21.3
( ER issue number twenty-one. “Sex Quest” story installment number three. )
Arcana: This is update and alter the text version number: 2.0
Date Written: September 8, 2021. Live for the day that censorious Big Tech is dead.
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This has been a presentation of A R S E entertainment.
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Victorian style erotica. Reader discretion advised. This is a work of fiction.
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ER 21 Erotic Romances Page a Day Story
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Sex Quest
Or: One little pussy. A galaxy of men!
Installment Three
Chapter Three ( continued )
Jemima departed the suite. Katy was left holding her bunny in the company of the two men. Arthur presented her with a big gift-wrapped box. He put it on the carpeted floor, where she could easily open it. Katy let Jeff help her take to her knees on the floor. Her boudoir heels made such a movement more difficult.
Kneeling, Katy set Frosty aside on the floor. The rain was now loud beyond the balcony’s closed curtains. It had become a downpour. The blonde knelt upright as she set to opening her present. Embarrassingly, she’d begun to drip. Her vulva’s juice was streaking her smooth inner thighs. Katy’s bare derriere squirmed, its apple-round halves nervously flexing.
“A fur coat!” Katy gasped. She was soon standing and trying it on. It was a coat made for summer. The coat was white semi-opaque silk. Only its hood, cuffs, and hemlines were ermine. Arthur drew up Katy’s hood. He loosely tied its silk drawstrings at her bowtied throat. Katy’s coat had long sleeves. It had no ties or buttons to hold its open front closed. It was sinfully short. Katy’s bared pussy clutched wetly upon itself. Her cleft seat, its undercurves uncovered, squeezed its plumpness tighter.
Both men palmed her exposed rear. Katy squealed like a piglet taking a butcher’s knife. Her young tits, left uncaptured by her coat, thrust with jiggly liberty.
Jeff’s head bent to hers. His mouth found her lips willing. She’d no sooner kissed him than Arthur wanted the same! Katy returned his wet smooch. The rain stormed down outside.
Jeff, fondling Katy’s cantaloupe tits, sought to plunge his tongue in her mouth. Katy’s tongue popped duelingly forth. It was clashing wetly with Jeff’s when Arthur groped her lubed snatch! Katy slapped his face. He, ignoring this, split her little juiced lovelips with his big finger. Katy shrieked at the violation. Jeff’s tongue thrust into her open mouth. A fresh piglet squeal came from Katy as her uncle, in her tight vulva, poked her vaginal guardian.
The virgin’s cry broke the trio’s lubricious embrace. Katy, rubbing her pussy, scolded Arthur:
“You could’ve popped me!” Her uncle chuckled with Jeff.
“You’re lucky that I’m your relative,” Arthur replied to the bosomy waif. “Or I would have popped you.” The blonde, snatching up her rabbit, answered him with a mouth-fart. However, doing this as she was bent toward the floor, she only succeeded in amusing the men.
“We’ll be going,” Jeff said. He took Katy by her sleeved, glove-sheathed arm. Her tits jutting ripely at Arthur, the hooded blonde sheltered against Jeff. She stuck her tongue out at her uncle.
“That’s no way to act,” Jeff reproved her. “Thank him for your present.”
“Thank you, uncle, for sticking your finger in my pussy,” the blonde sassily said. Her exposed bosoms joggled, nipples erect. The men laughed. Katy, hugging Frosty, flushed to her teats. Her partly exposed bottom cheeks bunched. On this sultry night, all the rules were being upended! Her protective uncle had become a predator. She was about to go out with a stranger! And they weren’t going to some mall movie that was rated PG-13.
The hotel hallway was empty. The inundation outside was barely audible here. Jeff, his groin risen, strode along the hall with Katy trippingly accompanying him. They were arm-in-arm. The hooded teen, Frosty under her free arm, held her coat closed over her bust. But her bulging cleavage showed much of its jiggly allure. Her open, fluttering, coat left her taut belly bared. Katy’s fleeced mons and wet vulva were uncovered.
The couple arrived at a pair of elevators. Katy pressed their shared call button. A lift arrived. The blonde squealed as a uniformed bellhop, senior to her by just a few years, stepped from it. The boy gawked at her. Jeff shepherded the stiletto-heeled, bottom-exhibiting teen into the car. When its doors shut, she gave a cheek-puffing gasp of embarrassed relief.
“You might have let me wear more,” Katy said. Jeff stroked her slim tummy. Katy, releasing her hold on her coat, burst into boob-wobbly giggles. The lift ascended to the hotel’s roof. Its doors opened on a couple that stood waiting for it.
Dilbert Odlid was from Oklahomo. A retired Sheriff, he and his wife, Irma, were in eveningwear. It was their first time in Rome. Good Catholics, they’d attended a bishop’s dinner. The bishop had railed in his dinner speech against the galaxy’s sins.
A gasp burst from giggling Katy. The hooded blonde stood Venus-bared before the seniors. Each regarded her with scandalized looks. Dick-pronging Jeff appalled them. The colonel squired Katy out of the car. Her hind cheeks’ undercurves lured Dilbert’s gaze. Irma slapped him as Katy trotted off in her heels with her bunny and Jeff.
The hotel’s rooftop garage was enclosed in a glass atrium. The rain drummed loudly on its high ceiling. Gusts of wind swept past the tall structure. Through an air-buffered opening, a flying craft exited.
“It looks awful out there!” Katy squeaked. Her cunny was still occasionally streaking her inner thighs. The inner curves of her leg’s garters were damp. Above her bared dell and flat belly, her creamy tits jogglingly stuck forth. So did their rouged tips.
Amid the parked flying ships was a limousine vessel. Midnight black and shiny, it had smoked windows. The liveried pilot had dozed off at its helm. Jeff had Katy knock on his pilot’s side window. Startled, the awakened Black man opened his door. Katy gave a tit-wiggly gasp. In his lap was a lewd magazine.
“One tart, for delivery to Dionysus,” Jeff said of Katy. Amabo gawked at the cream-bosomed, slim-bellied teen. Katy squealed as his eyes settled hungrily on her slick vulva.
“She been popped?” Amabo asked.
“Not yet,” Jeff replied.
Katy’s ocean blue eyes indignantly regarded both men.
“I’m more than my pussy!” she said.
“Yes, you have superb breasts,” Jeff answered. Katy gave him a raspberry salute. Her tongue-spritzed saliva sparkled on his tuxedo.
End of “Sex Quest”, installment three.
My “page-a-day” installments bear no relation to the story’s chapter number.
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Copyright 2021 by Andrew L. Roller. ER, Erotic Romances, and ARSE, Andrew Roller Stories and Essays, are trademarks of Andrew L. Roller, as is Naughty Naked Dreamgirls.
I am https://andrewroller.wordpress.com
Vintage posts by me are at https://asstr.org/files/Authors/Roller/
This is ER, Erotic Romances, issue number 21.3
( ER issue number twenty-one. “Sex Quest” story installment number three. )
Arcana: This is update and alter the text version number: 2.0
Date Written: September 8, 2021. Live for the day that censorious Big Tech is dead.
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This has been a presentation of A R S E entertainment.
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Sex Quest 2
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Victorian style erotica. Reader discretion advised. This is a work of fiction.
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Sex Quest
Or: One little pussy. A galaxy of men!
Installment Two
Chapter Two
Colonel Jeff Carson stood beside Arthur. Like that man, he was a soldier in Star Command. Arthur wore a business suit. Jeff was in a tuxedo. Both men’s trousered loins luridly pronged; especially Jeff’s. Katy gasped at the size of Jeff’s crotch as she diddled.
Arthur effected introductions. Katy took to hugging her liquid cunt with her hand as this occurred. Jeff coaxed her wet fingers from her slick dell. Katy shrieked as he kissed her hand. He caught her intimate scent on it.
The colonel, at age 38, was 14 years Arthur’s junior. His rank was much higher. Jeff’s face was clean-shaved. He had a bister crewcut. Katy was sure that his obsidian eyes were piercing her smoothly nude belly. Right to her uterus. Feeling abject yet liberated, she lifted a hand to her scissored tee-shirt. Katy, adjusting it upwards, released her peaking breasts. Then she yanked her scant panties down. Her tight cunt proved reluctant to release her undies’ crotch.
Jeff still held Katy’s dell-juiced fingers. Arthur addressed his niece.
“You must continue to keep the society secret.”
“The Dio Night Society?” Katy’s painted lips squeaked. Arthur didn’t correct her mispronunciation.
“He will take you,” Arthur said, of the colonel.
“Now?!” the blonde blushingly gasped. Jeff, holding her hand, chuckled with Arthur.
“You’ll be initiated at the society,” the colonel said. “It’s a formal affair. I’ve brought you a costume.”
A new figure loomed in the doorway. Katy shrieked as Jemima entered her room. The hotel maid was in her domino colored work uniform. It was a maternity outfit. A mother of three, Jemima was pregnant with her fourth child. Her belly loomed. Her large breasts were milk-gorged. Katy hastily upped her panties. The fabric, juiced by her pussy, left her lovelips visible.
“Jemima will ready you,” Arthur told Katy. To the maid he said, “Be thorough. However, work quickly. They’re expected.”
Katy flushed to her melon breasts’ erect nipples. “They’re expected” referred to her and the colonel!
Chapter Three
The predicted rain had arrived. It was clearing Rome’s streets of pedestrians. Jeff stood with Arthur on his suite’s roofed balcony. The men, armed with their cocktails of choice, were discussing the galaxy’s situation. War seemed likely.
“Uncle!” Katy’s voice was high and anxious. Both men turned. They regarded the leggy waif. She stood, stockinged and gloved, in Arthur’s parlor. Katy’s breathtaking bosoms nakedly jutted. She was holding Frosty over her bare pussy. Her Venus-nude hips squirmed as she blushed.
The men went indoors. Arthur drew the curtain against the warm rainy night.
“Jemima won’t let me wear my panties!” Katy protested. Her distraught voice was nonetheless mellifluous. She added that she wanted a bra.
“Your breasts are gorgeous,” Jeff remarked to the teen. He made to fondle their luring, stiff-nippled fullness. Katy, her hands white-gloved, slapped his handsome face.
“Ow!” Jeff said. Katy’s jiggly tits jiggled more from her hand’s abrupt movement.
Arthur scolded his niece.
“The society isn’t about modesty. Your beauty must be displayed. You showed Jeff your cunt in your bed. Do so now!”
Katy gulped. Her neck was bowtied. Taking Frosty from her thighs’ juncture, she let Jeff see her snug twat. She had an innie vulva. K-Y jelly smeared her lovelips and her mons’ groomed pubic curls. Her private fleece was a richer yellow than her long swishing tresses.
Katy’s mane was center-parted. Her lank tresses fell in thick luxury to her bare hips’ outward flare. Some of her hair was now pulled into a head-topping ponytail. A bridal-white ferret, bowtied, held it. The ferret was pleated transparent lace. Little nubilous cherries patterned it. They were white like their background.
A scarlet ferret was bowtied high on Katy’s slender left arm. It too was sheer ruched lace. Small opaque cherries dotted it. They were their background’s shade. This ferret tacitly proclaimed, in nightclub parlance, her virginity.
The bowtie that bound Katy’s swan neck was satin. It was white. This innocent hue was shared by all her bedizen wear, save for her cherry-betraying ferret. Silver glitter accented her bowtie’s sheen.
Her fingerless gloves were semi-pellucid silk. Opera length, they were topped by arm garters. Katy’s lace arm garters were frilly. They were tied off in back by slim drawstrings. These strings formed pretty bows.
The look of her arm garters resembled that of her ferrets. Little cherries dotted them. They were lily hued like their clear backgrounds.
A silk carnation ornamented each of Katy’s arm garters. These were on her arms’ outer flanks. Her carnations, like her bowtie, sparkled with silver glitter.
Katy’s stockings were partly sheer silk. Running well up her thighs, they and her legs’ garters framed her lubed pussy. Katy’s leg garters were near twins of her arms’ garters. They were flounced and white-cherried. Her ornamenting carnations here fronted her thighs.
She was shod in stilettos. These were ivory patent leather. Their sandal design left the tops of her small stockinged feet mostly exposed. Katy’s shoes were nonetheless strappy. Each put a slim leather bow at the back of her feet.
Her trim toenails were opalescent. So were her precociously long fingernails. Silver hoop earrings gleamed in her face-wreathing mane.
Katy’s face was a pointed oval. Her flushed, pleasingly broad cheeks were subtly rouged. This lent a slight maturity to her tender years. She had a snub nose. Her bee-stung lips were painted salmon and glossed. Her little teeth sparkled; white pearls.
As for her eyes, they were elf-large sapphires. Katy’s naturally lush eyelashes were lightly mascaraed. She had slim eyebrows.
Her trim shoulders were lightly sun-kissed. So was the rest of her svelte, curvy figure. An absent bikini’s imprint left her charms creamy. Katy’s upturned breasts had generous areolas. Her pointed nipples were dawn pink. These teasing erections of flesh were rouged at their tips with vivid pink. They evoked lurid stoplights.
Katy’s ribs were countable. She had a dimple navel. As for her cleft rear, its pale appeal was high and plump.
Jemima appeared in the parlor. Katy hid her dell with her bunny again. Her velvet rabbit was arctic white. Its tall erect ears were lined with pink satin. As it lacked a mouth, its face was forever inscrutable.
Katy scowled at the maid. Jemima, however, ignored the blonde now. She had little ones to get home to.
Jemima asked Arthur if he was satisfied with her work. He was. It pleased him that she’d managed to lube Katy’s pussy. The cherry smell of the K-Y impregnated the air.
“It’s edible,” Jemima reported, of the K-Y. Katy flushed to her milk white breasts’ rouged tips.
End of “Sex Quest”, installment two.
My “page-a-day” installments bear no relation to the story’s chapter number.
AND IN THE END…
Write the revolution!
- Source: some guy with an iPad.
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Copyright 2021 by Andrew L. Roller. ER, Erotic Romances, and ARSE, Andrew Roller Stories and Essays, are trademarks of Andrew L. Roller, as is Naughty Naked Dreamgirls.
I am https://andrewroller.wordpress.com
Vintage posts by me are at https://asstr.org/files/Authors/Roller/
This is ER, Erotic Romances, issue number 20.2
( ER issue number twenty. “Sex Quest” story installment number two. )
Arcana: This is update and alter the text version number: 3.0
Date Written: September 7, 2021. Live for the day that censorious Big Tech is dead.
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This has been a presentation of A R S E entertainment.
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Victorian style erotica. Reader discretion advised. This is a work of fiction.
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ER 20 Erotic Romances Page a Day Story
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Sex Quest
Or: One little pussy. A galaxy of men!
Installment Two
Chapter Two
Colonel Jeff Carson stood beside Arthur. Like that man, he was a soldier in Star Command. Arthur wore a business suit. Jeff was in a tuxedo. Both men’s trousered loins luridly pronged; especially Jeff’s. Katy gasped at the size of Jeff’s crotch as she diddled.
Arthur effected introductions. Katy took to hugging her liquid cunt with her hand as this occurred. Jeff coaxed her wet fingers from her slick dell. Katy shrieked as he kissed her hand. He caught her intimate scent on it.
The colonel, at age 38, was 14 years Arthur’s junior. His rank was much higher. Jeff’s face was clean-shaved. He had a bister crewcut. Katy was sure that his obsidian eyes were piercing her smoothly nude belly. Right to her uterus. Feeling abject yet liberated, she lifted a hand to her scissored tee-shirt. Katy, adjusting it upwards, released her peaking breasts. Then she yanked her scant panties down. Her tight cunt proved reluctant to release her undies’ crotch.
Jeff still held Katy’s dell-juiced fingers. Arthur addressed his niece.
“You must continue to keep the society secret.”
“The Dio Night Society?” Katy’s painted lips squeaked. Arthur didn’t correct her mispronunciation.
“He will take you,” Arthur said, of the colonel.
“Now?!” the blonde blushingly gasped. Jeff, holding her hand, chuckled with Arthur.
“You’ll be initiated at the society,” the colonel said. “It’s a formal affair. I’ve brought you a costume.”
A new figure loomed in the doorway. Katy shrieked as Jemima entered her room. The hotel maid was in her domino colored work uniform. It was a maternity outfit. A mother of three, Jemima was pregnant with her fourth child. Her belly loomed. Her large breasts were milk-gorged. Katy hastily upped her panties. The fabric, juiced by her pussy, left her lovelips visible.
“Jemima will ready you,” Arthur told Katy. To the maid he said, “Be thorough. However, work quickly. They’re expected.”
Katy flushed to her melon breasts’ erect nipples. “They’re expected” referred to her and the colonel!
Chapter Three
The predicted rain had arrived. It was clearing Rome’s streets of pedestrians. Jeff stood with Arthur on his suite’s roofed balcony. The men, armed with their cocktails of choice, were discussing the galaxy’s situation. War seemed likely.
“Uncle!” Katy’s voice was high and anxious. Both men turned. They regarded the leggy waif. She stood, stockinged and gloved, in Arthur’s parlor. Katy’s breathtaking bosoms nakedly jutted. She was holding Frosty over her bare pussy. Her Venus-nude hips squirmed as she blushed.
The men went indoors. Arthur drew the curtain against the warm rainy night.
“Jemima won’t let me wear my panties!” Katy protested. Her distraught voice was nonetheless mellifluous. She added that she wanted a bra.
“Your breasts are gorgeous,” Jeff remarked to the teen. He made to fondle their luring, stiff-nippled fullness. Katy, her hands white-gloved, slapped his handsome face.
“Ow!” Jeff said. Katy’s jiggly tits jiggled more from her hand’s abrupt movement.
Arthur scolded his niece.
“The society isn’t about modesty. Your beauty must be displayed. You showed Jeff your cunt in your bed. Do so now!”
Katy gulped. Her neck was bowtied. Taking Frosty from her thighs’ juncture, she let Jeff see her snug twat. She had an innie vulva. K-Y jelly smeared her lovelips and her mons’ groomed pubic curls. Her private fleece was a richer yellow than her long swishing tresses.
Katy’s mane was center-parted. Her lank tresses fell in thick luxury to her bare hips’ outward flare. Some of her hair was now pulled into a head-topping ponytail. A bridal-white ferret, bowtied, held it. The ferret was pleated transparent lace. Little nubilous cherries patterned it. They were white like their background.
A scarlet ferret was bowtied high on Katy’s slender left arm. It too was sheer ruched lace. Small opaque cherries dotted it. They were their background’s shade. This ferret tacitly proclaimed, in nightclub parlance, her virginity.
The bowtie that bound Katy’s swan neck was satin. It was white. This innocent hue was shared by all her bedizen wear, save for her cherry-betraying ferret. Silver glitter accented her bowtie’s sheen.
Her fingerless gloves were semi-pellucid silk. Opera length, they were topped by arm garters. Katy’s lace arm garters were frilly. They were tied off in back by slim drawstrings. These strings formed pretty bows.
The look of her arm garters resembled that of her ferrets. Little cherries dotted them. They were lily hued like their clear backgrounds.
A silk carnation ornamented each of Katy’s arm garters. These were on her arms’ outer flanks. Her carnations, like her bowtie, sparkled with silver glitter.
Katy’s stockings were partly sheer silk. Running well up her thighs, they and her legs’ garters framed her lubed pussy. Katy’s leg garters were near twins of her arms’ garters. They were flounced and white-cherried. Her ornamenting carnations here fronted her thighs.
She was shod in stilettos. These were ivory patent leather. Their sandal design left the tops of her small stockinged feet mostly exposed. Katy’s shoes were nonetheless strappy. Each put a slim leather bow at the back of her feet.
Her trim toenails were opalescent. So were her precociously long fingernails. Silver hoop earrings gleamed in her face-wreathing mane.
Katy’s face was a pointed oval. Her flushed, pleasingly broad cheeks were subtly rouged. This lent a slight maturity to her tender years. She had a snub nose. Her bee-stung lips were painted salmon and glossed. Her little teeth sparkled; white pearls.
As for her eyes, they were elf-large sapphires. Katy’s naturally lush eyelashes were lightly mascaraed. She had slim eyebrows.
Her trim shoulders were lightly sun-kissed. So was the rest of her svelte, curvy figure. An absent bikini’s imprint left her charms creamy. Katy’s upturned breasts had generous areolas. Her pointed nipples were dawn pink. These teasing erections of flesh were rouged at their tips with vivid pink. They evoked lurid stoplights.
Katy’s ribs were countable. She had a dimple navel. As for her cleft rear, its pale appeal was high and plump.
Jemima appeared in the parlor. Katy hid her dell with her bunny again. Her velvet rabbit was arctic white. Its tall erect ears were lined with pink satin. As it lacked a mouth, its face was forever inscrutable.
Katy scowled at the maid. Jemima, however, ignored the blonde now. She had little ones to get home to.
Jemima asked Arthur if he was satisfied with her work. He was. It pleased him that she’d managed to lube Katy’s pussy. The cherry smell of the K-Y impregnated the air.
“It’s edible,” Jemima reported, of the K-Y. Katy flushed to her milk white breasts’ rouged tips.
End of “Sex Quest”, installment two.
My “page-a-day” installments bear no relation to the story’s chapter number.
AND IN THE END…
Write the revolution!
- Source: some guy with an iPad.
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Copyright 2021 by Andrew L. Roller. ER, Erotic Romances, and ARSE, Andrew Roller Stories and Essays, are trademarks of Andrew L. Roller, as is Naughty Naked Dreamgirls.
I am https://andrewroller.wordpress.com
Vintage posts by me are at https://asstr.org/files/Authors/Roller/
This is ER, Erotic Romances, issue number 20.2
( ER issue number twenty. “Sex Quest” story installment number two. )
Arcana: This is update and alter the text version number: 3.0
Date Written: September 7, 2021. Live for the day that censorious Big Tech is dead.
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This has been a presentation of A R S E entertainment.
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Sex Quest 1
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Victorian style erotica. Reader discretion advised. This is a work of fiction.
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ER 19 Erotic Romances Page a Day Story
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Sex Quest
Or: One little pussy. A galaxy of men!
Installment One
Chapter One
The photos burned in Katy’s mind. Who could have guessed that her Uncle Arthur belonged to a secret Roman society? She only knew him as a soldier, a chief master sergeant in Namor’s Star Command.
He had caught her looking at his phone’s hidden photos. Worse, he’d found her tickling herself in the naughtiest way. Katy recalled with mortified delight being discovered as no man had ever seen her.
Katy’s mom had caught her, once, in that condition. That had happened when Katy was 3 years old. She’d been spanked by her mom. It was her only spanking, but it had left a hot imprint in her mind.
Like the photos had. They were images of carefree nudity, copulatory endeavors, and - Katy’s breath caught in her slender throat. Punishments. Had the girls who were getting it in the photos been caught masturbating?
Arthur hadn’t spanked her. Katy wondered if she was disappointed about that. He had big, capable hands. What would one of those feel like on her bottom? He’d only sworn her to secrecy about his photos. She hadn’t betrayed him. Arthur had, however, changed the password to his photos. For Katy, the doings of the Dionysus Society now lived on mostly in her mind. Her occasional questions about it, in the ensuing days, had elicited little information from Arthur. She was angry about that. In the photos, he’d been fucking a girl her age! Well, maybe the girl was a few years older than herself, Katy reasoned. But her own tits were as big as the girl’s! Arthur didn’t respect the fact that Katy was an adult at age 13. Especially with her big tits.
Katy hugged her stuffed bunny. It was named Frosty. Thanks to space-lag, she didn’t feel sleepy. But the time was nearly 10:00 p.m. here in Rome. Arthur had told Katy to get what sleep that she could; they’d tour the eternal city tomorrow. Also, he had to report to the local military headquarters.
The eighth-grader said goodnight to the moon. It was big and full in her bedroom window. Katy’s moonlit room was part of Arthur’s hotel suite. Sounds of Rome’s nightlife came from some floors below. It was Wednesday. Hump Night. Katy, lying abed in her tee-shirt and panties, tried not to think of Arthur’s photos. Which made them burn all the brighter in her mind as she strove to sleep.
Arthur’s voice spoke. He was in the hall outside her door. Katy’s long-lashed eyes remained shut as she mentally reproved him. Why was he still up if she had to be in bed? Katy took her little hand from between her legs. A blush colored her angel face. The nipples of her plumply lolling breasts were febrile. Her vulva, which she’d taken to depilating, was embarrassingly puffed and juicy. She’d wet her undies’ lip-splitting crotch.
The handle of her door turned. Katy’s big blue eyes popped wide in the moonlight. Light shafted in from the hall. It carried two men’s impressive shadows! Katy gasped at the second one. It looked taller than her big uncle’s! The stranger spoke in a deep voice.
“She has never - ?”
“No,” Arthur answered.
Katy hugged Frosty close. Frantic alarm caused her to pop her thumb in her lipsticked mouth — she feared breaking into a scream. Her thighs shut. So did her mascaraed eyes. She lay supine with her bedsheets at her waist. Under the sheets, she wore bikini panties.
Katy was acutely conscious of her breasts’ rising and falling. Her nipples poked her tee-shirt that she’d scissored to revealing brevity. Below her crop top, and her taut nude belly, her semi-opaque silk undies bisected her wet dell. Every movement of Katy’s hips now reminded her of Arthur’s photos. She blushed anew.
The long-maned blonde listened. She heard the men enter her bedroom. Her privacy was trespassed! The stranger remained with Arthur. The stranger’s voice, sensuous as a randy pagan deity’s, whispered,
“She’s lovely.”
Katy blushingly shivered. Sucking her thumb, she continued to feign sleep.
Someone pulled down her bedsheet! Her hips, framed by her panties’ showy side drawstrings, were exposed! Katy’s nothing panties were dove white. Her cunt nestled glisteningly between her bare thighs. Her lean legs, from mid-thigh to her toes, remained under the sheet. She wore white ankle-high socks.
“You’ll chaperone her?” Arthur asked.
The stranger chuckled.
“You’d have to pay me not to.”
Thoughts warred in Katy’s fair head. What did the men mean? Was she to be taken somewhere? Sucking her thumb with fresh urgency, she rushed a shielding hand to her thonged cunny. Her eyes opened again. Katy blushingly gasped at the big stranger’s presence. He was dreamily good looking! The taut tips of her cantaloupe tits strained higher. Katy’s naked legs splayed, her shapely hips lifting, as she succumbed to plying her virgin cooch.
End of “Sex Quest”, installment one.
My “page-a-day” installments bear no relation to the story’s chapter number.
Author’s note: This page-a-day method of writing is working extremely well for me. My writing is improving because of it. Thank you for enduring these short segments.
I tend to reuse character names in my stories. There is no relation between this Katy and the one in my posted story, “Runaway Princess”. Katy is, once again, a virgin!
GIGOLO Nights!
Before I was in love with girls on You Tube, I was in love with girls on the Disney Channel! Boxes blocked my T.V. in my room. ( I now have no T.V. ) Hence, I ran to the gym to watch T.V. During its graveyard shift, I could switch the gym’s T.V.s from boring news and sports channels to the Disney Channel.
I wrote fan letters ( okay, they were love letters ) to just about every girl on the Disney Channel. In the teen years of this century, the Disney Channel was loaded with lovely girls.
I got a letter back from the Disney Channel. It was from their top attorney. He thought that I was trying to sell the Disney Channel an idea for a movie that they were about to release. ( “The Swap”, starring Peyton List. It was simply a case of “great minds think alike”. )
One night, at the gym, a new T.V. show appeared. It was “Stuck in the Middle,” starring 13-year-old Jenna Ortega. It is said that “gentlemen prefer blondes”. Jenna was a brunette. At a time when I was swamped by beautiful girls ( on the T.V. ), I wasn’t sure that I wanted to watch her show.
I went to the bathroom. ( One sometimes needs to do that, when watching the Disney Channel. ) Then, at a distance from the nearest T.V., which made it difficult to properly view, I grudgingly did some cardio, on a machine. Jenna’s show was underway.
Thank God that the hour was sometime after midnight! The gym was devoid of people. It was also a godsend that the gym’s night clerk, as a married soldier, had enjoyed a yearlong affair with a 13-year-old girlfriend. ( His family’s babysitter. ) As “Stuck in the Middle” ended, he found me standing on a chair, stretching my neck to the T.V. ( which was elevated, on the wall ). I was kissing the screen.
I wrote a love letter to Jenna. I explained that I was starting a harem, but I didn’t have any girls. Was she interested? ( Since I figured her mother might read my letter, I wrote it more discreetly than I’ve described. )
Sadly, Jenna didn’t join my harem. ( The offer is still open! ) Unlike the other Disney girls, Jenna did write back to me! She sent me an autographed photo of herself. It depicts her as Harley Diaz in “Stuck in the Middle”. ( For some reason, Disney was giving character names for males to all of its girl stars. That’s why I now call myself Pussy Willow Roller. )
Jenna’s autograph reads, “Andrew, thanks for watching! [ Heart ] Jenna.”
She continues to have great success as an actress.
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Copyright 2021 by Andrew L. Roller. ER, Erotic Romances, and ARSE, Andrew Roller Stories and Essays, are trademarks of Andrew L. Roller.
I am https://andrewroller.wordpress.com
Earlier posts by me are at https://asstr.org/files/Authors/Roller/
I’m on paper at: https://www.abebooks.com > AbeBooks > Roller, Andrew
and https://www.abebooks.co.uk > AbeBooks > Roller, Andrew
If you visit an “AbeBooks” website, you’ll be presented with a large square “Search” box. In the box labelled “Author”, type in “Andrew Roller”. In the box labelled “Title”, type in “Andrew Roller Presents”. This will bring up some of my pamphlets. I have not yet figured out how to bring up other pamphlets by me, under other titles. I don’t recall all the titles I published under.
I have no financial involvement in these resale items.
The WordPress app is available for free at the Apple App Store.
This is ER, Erotic Romances, issue number 19.1
( ER issue number nineteen. “Sex Quest” story installment number one. )
Arcana: This is update and alter the text version number: 2.0
Erotic Romances issues 3 through 18 were called, “Erotic Romances”. The story in these issues was titled, “Runaway Princess.”
Erotic Romances issue number 2 was called, “Exotic Rendezvous”. Its story was titled, “Virgin Aliens”.
Erotic Romances issue number 1 was called, “Erotic Romances”. Its story was titled, “Meeting Frosty”.
Date Written: September 5, 2021. Live for the day that censorious Big Tech is dead.
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This has been a presentation of A R S E entertainment.
——————————————————————————————————————————
Victorian style erotica. Reader discretion advised. This is a work of fiction.
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ER 19 Erotic Romances Page a Day Story
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Sex Quest
Or: One little pussy. A galaxy of men!
Installment One
Chapter One
The photos burned in Katy’s mind. Who could have guessed that her Uncle Arthur belonged to a secret Roman society? She only knew him as a soldier, a chief master sergeant in Namor’s Star Command.
He had caught her looking at his phone’s hidden photos. Worse, he’d found her tickling herself in the naughtiest way. Katy recalled with mortified delight being discovered as no man had ever seen her.
Katy’s mom had caught her, once, in that condition. That had happened when Katy was 3 years old. She’d been spanked by her mom. It was her only spanking, but it had left a hot imprint in her mind.
Like the photos had. They were images of carefree nudity, copulatory endeavors, and - Katy’s breath caught in her slender throat. Punishments. Had the girls who were getting it in the photos been caught masturbating?
Arthur hadn’t spanked her. Katy wondered if she was disappointed about that. He had big, capable hands. What would one of those feel like on her bottom? He’d only sworn her to secrecy about his photos. She hadn’t betrayed him. Arthur had, however, changed the password to his photos. For Katy, the doings of the Dionysus Society now lived on mostly in her mind. Her occasional questions about it, in the ensuing days, had elicited little information from Arthur. She was angry about that. In the photos, he’d been fucking a girl her age! Well, maybe the girl was a few years older than herself, Katy reasoned. But her own tits were as big as the girl’s! Arthur didn’t respect the fact that Katy was an adult at age 13. Especially with her big tits.
Katy hugged her stuffed bunny. It was named Frosty. Thanks to space-lag, she didn’t feel sleepy. But the time was nearly 10:00 p.m. here in Rome. Arthur had told Katy to get what sleep that she could; they’d tour the eternal city tomorrow. Also, he had to report to the local military headquarters.
The eighth-grader said goodnight to the moon. It was big and full in her bedroom window. Katy’s moonlit room was part of Arthur’s hotel suite. Sounds of Rome’s nightlife came from some floors below. It was Wednesday. Hump Night. Katy, lying abed in her tee-shirt and panties, tried not to think of Arthur’s photos. Which made them burn all the brighter in her mind as she strove to sleep.
Arthur’s voice spoke. He was in the hall outside her door. Katy’s long-lashed eyes remained shut as she mentally reproved him. Why was he still up if she had to be in bed? Katy took her little hand from between her legs. A blush colored her angel face. The nipples of her plumply lolling breasts were febrile. Her vulva, which she’d taken to depilating, was embarrassingly puffed and juicy. She’d wet her undies’ lip-splitting crotch.
The handle of her door turned. Katy’s big blue eyes popped wide in the moonlight. Light shafted in from the hall. It carried two men’s impressive shadows! Katy gasped at the second one. It looked taller than her big uncle’s! The stranger spoke in a deep voice.
“She has never - ?”
“No,” Arthur answered.
Katy hugged Frosty close. Frantic alarm caused her to pop her thumb in her lipsticked mouth — she feared breaking into a scream. Her thighs shut. So did her mascaraed eyes. She lay supine with her bedsheets at her waist. Under the sheets, she wore bikini panties.
Katy was acutely conscious of her breasts’ rising and falling. Her nipples poked her tee-shirt that she’d scissored to revealing brevity. Below her crop top, and her taut nude belly, her semi-opaque silk undies bisected her wet dell. Every movement of Katy’s hips now reminded her of Arthur’s photos. She blushed anew.
The long-maned blonde listened. She heard the men enter her bedroom. Her privacy was trespassed! The stranger remained with Arthur. The stranger’s voice, sensuous as a randy pagan deity’s, whispered,
“She’s lovely.”
Katy blushingly shivered. Sucking her thumb, she continued to feign sleep.
Someone pulled down her bedsheet! Her hips, framed by her panties’ showy side drawstrings, were exposed! Katy’s nothing panties were dove white. Her cunt nestled glisteningly between her bare thighs. Her lean legs, from mid-thigh to her toes, remained under the sheet. She wore white ankle-high socks.
“You’ll chaperone her?” Arthur asked.
The stranger chuckled.
“You’d have to pay me not to.”
Thoughts warred in Katy’s fair head. What did the men mean? Was she to be taken somewhere? Sucking her thumb with fresh urgency, she rushed a shielding hand to her thonged cunny. Her eyes opened again. Katy blushingly gasped at the big stranger’s presence. He was dreamily good looking! The taut tips of her cantaloupe tits strained higher. Katy’s naked legs splayed, her shapely hips lifting, as she succumbed to plying her virgin cooch.
End of “Sex Quest”, installment one.
My “page-a-day” installments bear no relation to the story’s chapter number.
Author’s note: This page-a-day method of writing is working extremely well for me. My writing is improving because of it. Thank you for enduring these short segments.
I tend to reuse character names in my stories. There is no relation between this Katy and the one in my posted story, “Runaway Princess”. Katy is, once again, a virgin!
GIGOLO Nights!
Before I was in love with girls on You Tube, I was in love with girls on the Disney Channel! Boxes blocked my T.V. in my room. ( I now have no T.V. ) Hence, I ran to the gym to watch T.V. During its graveyard shift, I could switch the gym’s T.V.s from boring news and sports channels to the Disney Channel.
I wrote fan letters ( okay, they were love letters ) to just about every girl on the Disney Channel. In the teen years of this century, the Disney Channel was loaded with lovely girls.
I got a letter back from the Disney Channel. It was from their top attorney. He thought that I was trying to sell the Disney Channel an idea for a movie that they were about to release. ( “The Swap”, starring Peyton List. It was simply a case of “great minds think alike”. )
One night, at the gym, a new T.V. show appeared. It was “Stuck in the Middle,” starring 13-year-old Jenna Ortega. It is said that “gentlemen prefer blondes”. Jenna was a brunette. At a time when I was swamped by beautiful girls ( on the T.V. ), I wasn’t sure that I wanted to watch her show.
I went to the bathroom. ( One sometimes needs to do that, when watching the Disney Channel. ) Then, at a distance from the nearest T.V., which made it difficult to properly view, I grudgingly did some cardio, on a machine. Jenna’s show was underway.
Thank God that the hour was sometime after midnight! The gym was devoid of people. It was also a godsend that the gym’s night clerk, as a married soldier, had enjoyed a yearlong affair with a 13-year-old girlfriend. ( His family’s babysitter. ) As “Stuck in the Middle” ended, he found me standing on a chair, stretching my neck to the T.V. ( which was elevated, on the wall ). I was kissing the screen.
I wrote a love letter to Jenna. I explained that I was starting a harem, but I didn’t have any girls. Was she interested? ( Since I figured her mother might read my letter, I wrote it more discreetly than I’ve described. )
Sadly, Jenna didn’t join my harem. ( The offer is still open! ) Unlike the other Disney girls, Jenna did write back to me! She sent me an autographed photo of herself. It depicts her as Harley Diaz in “Stuck in the Middle”. ( For some reason, Disney was giving character names for males to all of its girl stars. That’s why I now call myself Pussy Willow Roller. )
Jenna’s autograph reads, “Andrew, thanks for watching! [ Heart ] Jenna.”
She continues to have great success as an actress.
——————————————————————————————————————————
Copyright 2021 by Andrew L. Roller. ER, Erotic Romances, and ARSE, Andrew Roller Stories and Essays, are trademarks of Andrew L. Roller.
I am https://andrewroller.wordpress.com
Earlier posts by me are at https://asstr.org/files/Authors/Roller/
I’m on paper at: https://www.abebooks.com > AbeBooks > Roller, Andrew
and https://www.abebooks.co.uk > AbeBooks > Roller, Andrew
If you visit an “AbeBooks” website, you’ll be presented with a large square “Search” box. In the box labelled “Author”, type in “Andrew Roller”. In the box labelled “Title”, type in “Andrew Roller Presents”. This will bring up some of my pamphlets. I have not yet figured out how to bring up other pamphlets by me, under other titles. I don’t recall all the titles I published under.
I have no financial involvement in these resale items.
The WordPress app is available for free at the Apple App Store.
This is ER, Erotic Romances, issue number 19.1
( ER issue number nineteen. “Sex Quest” story installment number one. )
Arcana: This is update and alter the text version number: 2.0
Erotic Romances issues 3 through 18 were called, “Erotic Romances”. The story in these issues was titled, “Runaway Princess.”
Erotic Romances issue number 2 was called, “Exotic Rendezvous”. Its story was titled, “Virgin Aliens”.
Erotic Romances issue number 1 was called, “Erotic Romances”. Its story was titled, “Meeting Frosty”.
Date Written: September 5, 2021. Live for the day that censorious Big Tech is dead.
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This has been a presentation of A R S E entertainment.
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Runaway Princess 16
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Victorian style erotica. Reader discretion advised. This is a work of fiction.
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ER 18 Erotic Romances Page a Day Story
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Runaway Princess
Installment Sixteen
Chapter Eight ( continued )
“Yttocs rewired one of our generators. If I can get to it, and trigger it, electricity will blast through the ship. It could kill us all - or just the Krull.”
“Sounds good,” the bosomy waif said, nodding.
“Katy!” Jeff gave her a dead-serious look. “This isn’t a story by some nerdy wanker. I’ll probably be killed trying to reach the generator. So will you, if you’re with me.”
“We’ll die together,” she romantically sighed.
“Katy - “
She put a gloved hand to her bare derriere. “You whipped me,” she said. “So now I b’long to you. An’ my bottom still hurts!”
Jeff gritted his teeth. She belonged to him?! Where’d she gotten that notion? Sure, he liked having her around, but - God, she was lovely, Jeff remarked to himself. Gun-belted, she looked like a bowtied cowgirl.
“O.K. Stay close to me,” Jeff told her.
“Yessir!” his loo answered.
The tank clanked on down the corridor. Jeff broke for an adjoining hallway. His big loins jostled; his penis a stiff wobbly missile, his scrotum a bouncing load. Tit-waggly Katy dashed after him. Her whipped hind cheeks tightly jiggled. Her stilettos clacked on the deck.
Lazar fire streaked by her refulgent nude hiney.
“Yeeeek!” she shouted. The blonde caught up with Jeff.
He stepped from behind cover. Krull soldiers were running past their tank, which continued away from Jeff. The Krull raced toward Pleiades’ captain.
“ - Fucking swarming the ship!” Jeff swore. Katy yelpingly cringed as he cut loose with his Gatling. His dick pointing at the Krull, along with his large gun, he blasted the advancing troops.
The Gatling jammed.
“Fuck!” Jeff shouted.
Bow-adorned Katy leapt to his aid. Yanking out her Magnum pistols, she steadied her boozed self with a wide-legged stance. The blonde aimed at the Krull. Squeezing her long-lashed eyes shut, she fired her pistols. Both were on full-auto. Katy’s bare, upturned bosoms shook as her pistols discharged. They cut down several Krull who, surviving Jeff’s fire, were about to shoot.
Jeff unjammed his gun. He wasted more Krull as they sought to fire.
“Let’s go!” Jeff urged Katy. The long-maned blonde followed him along the hall. They passed through a door. A staircase led down. Katy’s heels rang out on its metal steps as they went deeper into Pleiades’ bowels. Salvation, if it existed, lay in Engine Room Nine.
Chapter Nine
Krull flooded the bridge. It human occupants, and robot helpers, were obliged to stand in a group. The enemy surrounded them with drawn guns. Beside Yttocs stood Elaine.
“This is horrible!” she lamented. A Krull commander was boastfully addressing his prisoners. Regina was in enemy hands, elsewhere on the ship.
“It is wretched,” Yttocs agreed.
Elaine joined other captives in sobbing.
“You mustn’t give up hope,” Yttocs whispered.
“But if Regina - “ Elaine began to reply.
“The captain may still be at large,” Yttocs softly said.
“And Katy!” Elaine gasped, her downcast face brightening.
Chapter Ten
Katy’s fulsome breasts bounced as she ran alongside Jeff. His erect waggly cock pointed their way. Together, the couple raced through Engine Room Nine. Katy’s guns were holstered again. She managed to stay upright despite an occasional stumble; the mimosa lingered in her, though the pot’s effect was gone.
The big generators in the engine room hummed. Several labored under their loads. The Krull’s attack on Pleiades had damaged them.
Bow-adorned Katy arrived at Generator Six beside Jeff. They were both winded. Jeff, panting, threw down his Gatling. He grabbed the door of a junction box on the generator’s side. Jeff yanked it open. He did so with such force that one of the door’s hinges broke. The door dangled at an angle as Katy, her bosoms heaving, watched.
The revealed control panel was faux. Jeff found the hidden screwdriver that Yttocs had mentioned. He began removing the screws that held Yttocs’ deception in place. As Katy watched him, wide-eyed, he warned,
“These could be the last seconds of our life.”
The blonde’s little gloved hands abruptly clasped him. She squeezed Jeff’s scrotum as she stroked his cock.
“Katy, stop - this isn’t the time to - “ Jeff kept working with the screwdriver. Liberated screws were scattering to the floor.
“I don’t wanna die a virgin!” she implored.
The last screw dropped away. Hitting the floor, it rolled between Katy’s shod feet. Jeff pulled the ersatz control panel out. Hurling it away, he found what Yttocs had rigged. A handle waited to be tugged down. Above it was a smiley face sticker. Written in lumber crayon above the sticker was this:
Dead men poke no tails.
- Yttocs
Jeff pulled Katy close. She gave a small shriek as he put his wet-tipped, lubed dick to her juicily lubed snatch. The captain bent his knees to do so. Katy gaspingly rose on her tiptoes. She split her puff-lipped sex with a gloved hand. The blonde yelped as Jeff’s penile crown shoved into her vulva.
“This is gonna hurt,” Jeff grunted.
“‘Kay,” the blonde said. She shivered, Jeff’s dick poised in her sex, about to plunge deep.
“I wish we had more time - “ the captain said.
Gunfire hit the generator’s far side. Sparks flew from the stickered panel. Katy shrieked. Jeff, holding his penis with one hand, kept Katy restrained with a hand on her punished bottom. He drove his dick into her. Katy screamed. She did so as her face lifted to Jeff’s. He speared her impossible tightness as their tonguing mouths met.
Katy, riven by Jeff’s enormity, howled into his clamping mouth. His tongue plunged deep into her as his penis drove to her womb.
Jeff wrenched down the sticker-surmounted handle.
Electrical fire gushed through the ship. Bolts hit conjoined Jeff and Katy. The pair collapsed to the floor. They lay unconscious in sexual congress.
The lightning storm killed all the Krull. Among the dead was Regina.
Jeff regained consciousness. He remained in bow-adorned Katy. Her blue eyes blinked open as he began rodding her exquisite succulence. She responsively writhed.
“Ooooh!” broke from her salmon-painted lips. Her rouged nipples peaked to Jeff’s touch. They kissed anew as he exerted himself in her svelte, boob-wobbly perfection. The stockinged waif strove to hump accommodatingly, then energetically, to Jeff’s vigorous loins. He mastered her in a missionary position.
“Captain!” someone called. It was an electrotechnical officer. He came unsteadily toward the mating pair. Katy, yelping as Jeff thrust deep in her tit-wiggly figure, gazed at the stranger with passion glazed eyes. An orgasmic squeal burst from her lips.
“Just a minute,” Jeff grunted to the officer. He shafted Katy with faster dick strokes to match her peaking bliss. To come together was his goal.
“OOOOH!” the waif, lifting her stockinged knees, howled. Her legs crossed over Jeff’s back. The captain felt his lust rise to a boiling point. Katy shriekingly squealed. Grabbing Jeff’s shoulders, her legs clamped across his back, she bucked her young hips to his manly thrusts.
Ecstasy’s arrow burst Katy’s swelling bubble of pleasure. Her cunny exploded in a juicy release. The blonde humped against Jeff’s hugeness. His cock thrust in her with workmanlike skill.
Jeff guided Katy through a succession of orgasms. All engulfed her in spasming cunt-wetting pleasure. Simultaneously, the captain labored to join her releases.
He succeeded. A torrent of seed shot from his penis. Jeff, clamped by Katy’s vise-like vagina, didn’t pull out. He flooded her deeply as her bucking figure doused his dick with her essence.
A taxi pulled up by the couple. Yttocs was its driver. Elaine, in its front passenger seat, gawked at orgasming Katy. The blonde met her eyes as Jeff gave her a final discharge. Her snug womb received his virile flood.
Elaine joined Yttocs in clapping. The electrotechnical officer, meantime, had freed his roused cock. Spurred by Katy’s surrender to Jeff, he found himself ejaculating. But the taxi had blocked his view at the last moment. Instead of shooting off to the fucked teen, he did so to Yttocs and Elaine.
Chapter Eleven
Pleiades glided through the heavens. In the bedroom of its royal cabin, Frosty sat on a night table. Katy had faced her bunny away from the bed. She lay on the silk bedsheets with Jeff. The two were again lubriciously coupled. Tonight, they had the luxury of time to chase bliss to its limit.
“I can’t b’lieve Regina wasn’t human,” Katy gasped to Jeff.
“She was half Nacluv, half Krull,” Jeff answered.
“An’ she WANTED Namor to lose.”
Yes. I guess I kept fucking up her plans.”
“Oooh! Now you’re fucking me!”
“Yes, Empress Carson.”
“Oooh! Do me HARD, Emperor Carson!”
“Your cunt deserves nothing less, my little loo.”
“Oooooh!”
Yttocs sat in his cabin. He hadn’t ceased to modify Pleiades in secretive ways. The engineer had used the disorder following Regina’s death to put a surveillance system in the ship’s royal cabin.
He watched, with pleasure, as his pick to succeed Regina sodomized Katy. The waif howled as Jeff pushed deeply in her. Regular screwing was developing her nicely as a young wife.
And she was pregnant. In eight months, Emperor Carson would have a heir. With the Krull defeated and Namor ascendant, the galaxy’s future looked bright.
THE END
End of “Runaway Princess”, installment sixteen.
My “page-a-day” installments bear no relation to the story’s chapter number.
Author’s note: The reversed quotation marks, above, are courtesy of Apple’s app, “Pages”.
“Runaway Princess” is part of the Naughty Naked Dreamgirls oeuvre.
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Copyright 2021 by Andrew L. Roller. ER, Erotic Romances, and ARSE, Andrew Roller Stories and Essays, are trademarks of Andrew L. Roller, as is Naughty Naked Dreamgirls.
I am https://andrewroller.wordpress.com
Vintage posts by me are at https://asstr.org/files/Authors/Roller/
This is ER, Erotic Romances, issue number 18.16
( ER issue number eighteen. “Runaway Princess” story installment number sixteen. )
Arcana: This is update and alter the text version number: 4.0
Date Written: September 4, 2021. Live for the day that censorious Big Tech is dead.
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This has been a presentation of A R S E entertainment.
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Victorian style erotica. Reader discretion advised. This is a work of fiction.
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ER 18 Erotic Romances Page a Day Story
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Runaway Princess
Installment Sixteen
Chapter Eight ( continued )
“Yttocs rewired one of our generators. If I can get to it, and trigger it, electricity will blast through the ship. It could kill us all - or just the Krull.”
“Sounds good,” the bosomy waif said, nodding.
“Katy!” Jeff gave her a dead-serious look. “This isn’t a story by some nerdy wanker. I’ll probably be killed trying to reach the generator. So will you, if you’re with me.”
“We’ll die together,” she romantically sighed.
“Katy - “
She put a gloved hand to her bare derriere. “You whipped me,” she said. “So now I b’long to you. An’ my bottom still hurts!”
Jeff gritted his teeth. She belonged to him?! Where’d she gotten that notion? Sure, he liked having her around, but - God, she was lovely, Jeff remarked to himself. Gun-belted, she looked like a bowtied cowgirl.
“O.K. Stay close to me,” Jeff told her.
“Yessir!” his loo answered.
The tank clanked on down the corridor. Jeff broke for an adjoining hallway. His big loins jostled; his penis a stiff wobbly missile, his scrotum a bouncing load. Tit-waggly Katy dashed after him. Her whipped hind cheeks tightly jiggled. Her stilettos clacked on the deck.
Lazar fire streaked by her refulgent nude hiney.
“Yeeeek!” she shouted. The blonde caught up with Jeff.
He stepped from behind cover. Krull soldiers were running past their tank, which continued away from Jeff. The Krull raced toward Pleiades’ captain.
“ - Fucking swarming the ship!” Jeff swore. Katy yelpingly cringed as he cut loose with his Gatling. His dick pointing at the Krull, along with his large gun, he blasted the advancing troops.
The Gatling jammed.
“Fuck!” Jeff shouted.
Bow-adorned Katy leapt to his aid. Yanking out her Magnum pistols, she steadied her boozed self with a wide-legged stance. The blonde aimed at the Krull. Squeezing her long-lashed eyes shut, she fired her pistols. Both were on full-auto. Katy’s bare, upturned bosoms shook as her pistols discharged. They cut down several Krull who, surviving Jeff’s fire, were about to shoot.
Jeff unjammed his gun. He wasted more Krull as they sought to fire.
“Let’s go!” Jeff urged Katy. The long-maned blonde followed him along the hall. They passed through a door. A staircase led down. Katy’s heels rang out on its metal steps as they went deeper into Pleiades’ bowels. Salvation, if it existed, lay in Engine Room Nine.
Chapter Nine
Krull flooded the bridge. It human occupants, and robot helpers, were obliged to stand in a group. The enemy surrounded them with drawn guns. Beside Yttocs stood Elaine.
“This is horrible!” she lamented. A Krull commander was boastfully addressing his prisoners. Regina was in enemy hands, elsewhere on the ship.
“It is wretched,” Yttocs agreed.
Elaine joined other captives in sobbing.
“You mustn’t give up hope,” Yttocs whispered.
“But if Regina - “ Elaine began to reply.
“The captain may still be at large,” Yttocs softly said.
“And Katy!” Elaine gasped, her downcast face brightening.
Chapter Ten
Katy’s fulsome breasts bounced as she ran alongside Jeff. His erect waggly cock pointed their way. Together, the couple raced through Engine Room Nine. Katy’s guns were holstered again. She managed to stay upright despite an occasional stumble; the mimosa lingered in her, though the pot’s effect was gone.
The big generators in the engine room hummed. Several labored under their loads. The Krull’s attack on Pleiades had damaged them.
Bow-adorned Katy arrived at Generator Six beside Jeff. They were both winded. Jeff, panting, threw down his Gatling. He grabbed the door of a junction box on the generator’s side. Jeff yanked it open. He did so with such force that one of the door’s hinges broke. The door dangled at an angle as Katy, her bosoms heaving, watched.
The revealed control panel was faux. Jeff found the hidden screwdriver that Yttocs had mentioned. He began removing the screws that held Yttocs’ deception in place. As Katy watched him, wide-eyed, he warned,
“These could be the last seconds of our life.”
The blonde’s little gloved hands abruptly clasped him. She squeezed Jeff’s scrotum as she stroked his cock.
“Katy, stop - this isn’t the time to - “ Jeff kept working with the screwdriver. Liberated screws were scattering to the floor.
“I don’t wanna die a virgin!” she implored.
The last screw dropped away. Hitting the floor, it rolled between Katy’s shod feet. Jeff pulled the ersatz control panel out. Hurling it away, he found what Yttocs had rigged. A handle waited to be tugged down. Above it was a smiley face sticker. Written in lumber crayon above the sticker was this:
Dead men poke no tails.
- Yttocs
Jeff pulled Katy close. She gave a small shriek as he put his wet-tipped, lubed dick to her juicily lubed snatch. The captain bent his knees to do so. Katy gaspingly rose on her tiptoes. She split her puff-lipped sex with a gloved hand. The blonde yelped as Jeff’s penile crown shoved into her vulva.
“This is gonna hurt,” Jeff grunted.
“‘Kay,” the blonde said. She shivered, Jeff’s dick poised in her sex, about to plunge deep.
“I wish we had more time - “ the captain said.
Gunfire hit the generator’s far side. Sparks flew from the stickered panel. Katy shrieked. Jeff, holding his penis with one hand, kept Katy restrained with a hand on her punished bottom. He drove his dick into her. Katy screamed. She did so as her face lifted to Jeff’s. He speared her impossible tightness as their tonguing mouths met.
Katy, riven by Jeff’s enormity, howled into his clamping mouth. His tongue plunged deep into her as his penis drove to her womb.
Jeff wrenched down the sticker-surmounted handle.
Electrical fire gushed through the ship. Bolts hit conjoined Jeff and Katy. The pair collapsed to the floor. They lay unconscious in sexual congress.
The lightning storm killed all the Krull. Among the dead was Regina.
Jeff regained consciousness. He remained in bow-adorned Katy. Her blue eyes blinked open as he began rodding her exquisite succulence. She responsively writhed.
“Ooooh!” broke from her salmon-painted lips. Her rouged nipples peaked to Jeff’s touch. They kissed anew as he exerted himself in her svelte, boob-wobbly perfection. The stockinged waif strove to hump accommodatingly, then energetically, to Jeff’s vigorous loins. He mastered her in a missionary position.
“Captain!” someone called. It was an electrotechnical officer. He came unsteadily toward the mating pair. Katy, yelping as Jeff thrust deep in her tit-wiggly figure, gazed at the stranger with passion glazed eyes. An orgasmic squeal burst from her lips.
“Just a minute,” Jeff grunted to the officer. He shafted Katy with faster dick strokes to match her peaking bliss. To come together was his goal.
“OOOOH!” the waif, lifting her stockinged knees, howled. Her legs crossed over Jeff’s back. The captain felt his lust rise to a boiling point. Katy shriekingly squealed. Grabbing Jeff’s shoulders, her legs clamped across his back, she bucked her young hips to his manly thrusts.
Ecstasy’s arrow burst Katy’s swelling bubble of pleasure. Her cunny exploded in a juicy release. The blonde humped against Jeff’s hugeness. His cock thrust in her with workmanlike skill.
Jeff guided Katy through a succession of orgasms. All engulfed her in spasming cunt-wetting pleasure. Simultaneously, the captain labored to join her releases.
He succeeded. A torrent of seed shot from his penis. Jeff, clamped by Katy’s vise-like vagina, didn’t pull out. He flooded her deeply as her bucking figure doused his dick with her essence.
A taxi pulled up by the couple. Yttocs was its driver. Elaine, in its front passenger seat, gawked at orgasming Katy. The blonde met her eyes as Jeff gave her a final discharge. Her snug womb received his virile flood.
Elaine joined Yttocs in clapping. The electrotechnical officer, meantime, had freed his roused cock. Spurred by Katy’s surrender to Jeff, he found himself ejaculating. But the taxi had blocked his view at the last moment. Instead of shooting off to the fucked teen, he did so to Yttocs and Elaine.
Chapter Eleven
Pleiades glided through the heavens. In the bedroom of its royal cabin, Frosty sat on a night table. Katy had faced her bunny away from the bed. She lay on the silk bedsheets with Jeff. The two were again lubriciously coupled. Tonight, they had the luxury of time to chase bliss to its limit.
“I can’t b’lieve Regina wasn’t human,” Katy gasped to Jeff.
“She was half Nacluv, half Krull,” Jeff answered.
“An’ she WANTED Namor to lose.”
Yes. I guess I kept fucking up her plans.”
“Oooh! Now you’re fucking me!”
“Yes, Empress Carson.”
“Oooh! Do me HARD, Emperor Carson!”
“Your cunt deserves nothing less, my little loo.”
“Oooooh!”
Yttocs sat in his cabin. He hadn’t ceased to modify Pleiades in secretive ways. The engineer had used the disorder following Regina’s death to put a surveillance system in the ship’s royal cabin.
He watched, with pleasure, as his pick to succeed Regina sodomized Katy. The waif howled as Jeff pushed deeply in her. Regular screwing was developing her nicely as a young wife.
And she was pregnant. In eight months, Emperor Carson would have a heir. With the Krull defeated and Namor ascendant, the galaxy’s future looked bright.
THE END
End of “Runaway Princess”, installment sixteen.
My “page-a-day” installments bear no relation to the story’s chapter number.
Author’s note: The reversed quotation marks, above, are courtesy of Apple’s app, “Pages”.
“Runaway Princess” is part of the Naughty Naked Dreamgirls oeuvre.
——————————————————————————————————————————
Copyright 2021 by Andrew L. Roller. ER, Erotic Romances, and ARSE, Andrew Roller Stories and Essays, are trademarks of Andrew L. Roller, as is Naughty Naked Dreamgirls.
I am https://andrewroller.wordpress.com
Vintage posts by me are at https://asstr.org/files/Authors/Roller/
This is ER, Erotic Romances, issue number 18.16
( ER issue number eighteen. “Runaway Princess” story installment number sixteen. )
Arcana: This is update and alter the text version number: 4.0
Date Written: September 4, 2021. Live for the day that censorious Big Tech is dead.
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This has been a presentation of A R S E entertainment.
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Runaway Princess 15
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Victorian style erotica. Reader discretion advised. This is a work of fiction.
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ER 17 Erotic Romances Page a Day Story
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Runaway Princess
Installment Fifteen
Chapter Seven ( continued )
Jeff nearly lost his balance. Katy’s split legs kept her upright, as did Jeff’s spearing cock, and his steadying hands. The colonel yanked his throbber from the blonde’s cunt.
“Wha’s happening?” Katy shrieked, as the ship lurchingly pitched again. Thudding sounds were impacting somewhere.
The colonel turned toward his room’s exterior wall. He gave a stunned shout. Krull fighters were swarming about Pleiades. They were firing on Regina’s vessel, against little visible resistance.
Jeff ran into his parlor. Grabbing his holster, he yanked out his gun. Katy, holding her whipped derriere, tottered after him. Her gloved hand rubbed her hot bottom. Frosty dangled inverted from her free hand. Another impact rocked the ship.
“We’re under attack!” Jeff told the blonde. “Stay here.”
“I wanna come with you!” Katy cried.
Jeff bolted for the bridge. He did so Tarzan-naked, his lubed cock erect, his gun at the ready. Slit-wet Katy trailed after him. Her high bosoms bounced as her heeled feet clacked. Her tight behind quivered, heat stingingly lingering in its cheeky rondure.
She arrived on the bridge behind Jeff. It was crowded with people.
“The Krull got through our lines!” Major Sullahp told Jeff.
“How?” the colonel barked.
“Stealth,” Sullahp answered. The technology that Yttocs had discussed with Jeff was operational!
“We can see them now,” Sullahp pointed out. Pleiades’ guns began joining those of its sister ships in firing on the Krull fighters.
“The stealth tech must work for just a limited time,” Jeff surmised.
Katy screamed. She did so as her blue-eyed gaze fell upon Miss Edurp! The woman was looking directly at her with an aghast gaze. Like everyone on the bridge, she could see Katy’s bosomy, boudoir-attired nudity. She’d also seen Katy’s untanned behind. Its former milk hue now bore the pink and rose marks of Jeff’s whip. Several weals, verging on purplish shades, ridged Katy’s plump hemispheres. Katy’s bottom-halves squeezed tight as her thrusting breasts juddered. Her rouged teats, thorn-pointed, were tremulous.
Pleiades’ fighters began launching to engage the Krull. Fighters from other Namorian craft joined them. More impacts sounded. Katy nearly dropped Frosty as Pleiades rocked again. Her high, naked breasts joltingly swung.
“Captain!” someone shouted. “There!” Katy’s blonde tresses swished as she joined everyone in looking up. The bow-adorned girl hugged Frosty tight as a new scream broke from her.
A pair of spidery Krull were on the bridge’s third floor. Leaning over its balustrade, they directed their guns at the crowd below. Lazar fire tore into the people.
Katy stood screaming, like a headlight-trapped bunny before a barreling truck. Abruptly, Jeff tackled her. Frosty flew from her gloved arms as Jeff’s body took the brunt of their fall. The captain’s penis remained erect. It pointed up at the Krull as he fired at them with his gun.
A Krull, its spidery figure having climbed onto the balustrade, was hit by Jeff’s gun. It gave an unearthly scream. Then, amid more return fire, it fell headlong to the bridge’s first floor. The creature thudded bone-crushingly there, and bloodily, beside Katy. She howled with wide-eyed terror.
Someone shot the remaining Krull. It toppled backwards, out of sight, as its gun fell into the crowd. The weapon discharged. Someone, struck by its fire, screamed.
Yttocs stumbled onto the bridge. He was struggling to carry a big Gatling gun.
“Captain!” Yttocs said, “We’ve been boarded. Krull everywhere.”
Jeff, Adam-bare, his big cock jostling, ran to his engineer. He hefted the Gatling with ease, arming Yttocs with his pistol.
Katy scrambled upright. Recovering Frosty, she hastened bare-assed to Jeff. Yttocs was explaining something to him.
The bridge’s armory had been liberated. To Katy’s astonishment, Miss Edurp ringed her slender nude waist with a black leather gun belt. The woman buckled it low on Katy’s young hips. A pair of big Lazar pistols were held by the belt’s holsters. These flanked Katy’s hips and her gartered thighs.
“I underestimated you, my dear,” Elaine Edurp told Katy. Tears wet the woman’s eyes. “Return home when you can.” She kissed Katy’s rouged cheek. “Thank you for fighting for Namor.” The woman made to equip herself like her pupil. She was, Katy recalled, not Oobatian like herself, but Namorian. The woman had briefly served in Star Command.
“It might short out the ship - kill all our power,” Yttocs warned Jeff.
“But it’ll kill only Krull?” he demanded.
Yttocs lifted a hand. His fingers were crossed. “It should only kill Krull,” he said. “But no guarantees.”
“Life has no guarantees,” Jeff said. Shouldering his Gatling, he ran from the bridge.
“No, dear. You’re holding the gun backwards,” Miss Edurp was meanwhile telling Katy. She’d left off arming herself. The woman turned about the big gun in Katy’s gloved hand. She pointed its barrel away from the waif.
Katy glimpsed Jeff’s departure. Pressing her bunny to the woman’s unimpressive chest, the busty waif said,
“Watch Frosty for me.” Katy ran in her ‘fuck me’ heels after the captain.
Chapter Eight
Jeff was in Pleiades’ bowels. He crouched behind a piece of equipment. Yttocs was right. The Krull had breached Pleiades’ hull. Jeff watched in horror as a Krull tank rolled by, some feet ahead. How in hell had that gotten aboard, in deep space? Jeff wondered. Did the Krull have some sort of teleport tech?
Katy’s bow-adorned head popped up beside Jeff’s. The tit-wiggly waif gasped at the tank.
“What the fuck?!” Jeff breathed to her. The little cunt was damn stealthy, he said to himself. “What are you doing here?!” Jeff whispered.
“I’m your loo,” Katy softly replied. Her big eyes were imp-bright.
“This is likely a suicide job,” Jeff said.
“Like Romeo and Juliet?!” Katy, enthused, answered.
End of “Runaway Princess”, installment fifteen.
My “page-a-day” installments bear no relation to the story’s chapter number.
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Copyright 2021 by Andrew L. Roller. ER, Erotic Romances, and ARSE, Andrew Roller Stories and Essays, are trademarks of Andrew L. Roller.
I am https://andrewroller.wordpress.com
Vintage posts by me are at https://asstr.org/files/Authors/Roller/
This is ER, Erotic Romances, issue number 17.15
( ER issue number seventeen. “Runaway Princess” story installment number fifteen. )
Arcana: This is update and alter the text version number: 2.0
Date Written: September 4, 2021. Live for the day that censorious Big Tech is dead.
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This has been a presentation of A R S E entertainment.
——————————————————————————————————————————
Victorian style erotica. Reader discretion advised. This is a work of fiction.
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ER 17 Erotic Romances Page a Day Story
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Runaway Princess
Installment Fifteen
Chapter Seven ( continued )
Jeff nearly lost his balance. Katy’s split legs kept her upright, as did Jeff’s spearing cock, and his steadying hands. The colonel yanked his throbber from the blonde’s cunt.
“Wha’s happening?” Katy shrieked, as the ship lurchingly pitched again. Thudding sounds were impacting somewhere.
The colonel turned toward his room’s exterior wall. He gave a stunned shout. Krull fighters were swarming about Pleiades. They were firing on Regina’s vessel, against little visible resistance.
Jeff ran into his parlor. Grabbing his holster, he yanked out his gun. Katy, holding her whipped derriere, tottered after him. Her gloved hand rubbed her hot bottom. Frosty dangled inverted from her free hand. Another impact rocked the ship.
“We’re under attack!” Jeff told the blonde. “Stay here.”
“I wanna come with you!” Katy cried.
Jeff bolted for the bridge. He did so Tarzan-naked, his lubed cock erect, his gun at the ready. Slit-wet Katy trailed after him. Her high bosoms bounced as her heeled feet clacked. Her tight behind quivered, heat stingingly lingering in its cheeky rondure.
She arrived on the bridge behind Jeff. It was crowded with people.
“The Krull got through our lines!” Major Sullahp told Jeff.
“How?” the colonel barked.
“Stealth,” Sullahp answered. The technology that Yttocs had discussed with Jeff was operational!
“We can see them now,” Sullahp pointed out. Pleiades’ guns began joining those of its sister ships in firing on the Krull fighters.
“The stealth tech must work for just a limited time,” Jeff surmised.
Katy screamed. She did so as her blue-eyed gaze fell upon Miss Edurp! The woman was looking directly at her with an aghast gaze. Like everyone on the bridge, she could see Katy’s bosomy, boudoir-attired nudity. She’d also seen Katy’s untanned behind. Its former milk hue now bore the pink and rose marks of Jeff’s whip. Several weals, verging on purplish shades, ridged Katy’s plump hemispheres. Katy’s bottom-halves squeezed tight as her thrusting breasts juddered. Her rouged teats, thorn-pointed, were tremulous.
Pleiades’ fighters began launching to engage the Krull. Fighters from other Namorian craft joined them. More impacts sounded. Katy nearly dropped Frosty as Pleiades rocked again. Her high, naked breasts joltingly swung.
“Captain!” someone shouted. “There!” Katy’s blonde tresses swished as she joined everyone in looking up. The bow-adorned girl hugged Frosty tight as a new scream broke from her.
A pair of spidery Krull were on the bridge’s third floor. Leaning over its balustrade, they directed their guns at the crowd below. Lazar fire tore into the people.
Katy stood screaming, like a headlight-trapped bunny before a barreling truck. Abruptly, Jeff tackled her. Frosty flew from her gloved arms as Jeff’s body took the brunt of their fall. The captain’s penis remained erect. It pointed up at the Krull as he fired at them with his gun.
A Krull, its spidery figure having climbed onto the balustrade, was hit by Jeff’s gun. It gave an unearthly scream. Then, amid more return fire, it fell headlong to the bridge’s first floor. The creature thudded bone-crushingly there, and bloodily, beside Katy. She howled with wide-eyed terror.
Someone shot the remaining Krull. It toppled backwards, out of sight, as its gun fell into the crowd. The weapon discharged. Someone, struck by its fire, screamed.
Yttocs stumbled onto the bridge. He was struggling to carry a big Gatling gun.
“Captain!” Yttocs said, “We’ve been boarded. Krull everywhere.”
Jeff, Adam-bare, his big cock jostling, ran to his engineer. He hefted the Gatling with ease, arming Yttocs with his pistol.
Katy scrambled upright. Recovering Frosty, she hastened bare-assed to Jeff. Yttocs was explaining something to him.
The bridge’s armory had been liberated. To Katy’s astonishment, Miss Edurp ringed her slender nude waist with a black leather gun belt. The woman buckled it low on Katy’s young hips. A pair of big Lazar pistols were held by the belt’s holsters. These flanked Katy’s hips and her gartered thighs.
“I underestimated you, my dear,” Elaine Edurp told Katy. Tears wet the woman’s eyes. “Return home when you can.” She kissed Katy’s rouged cheek. “Thank you for fighting for Namor.” The woman made to equip herself like her pupil. She was, Katy recalled, not Oobatian like herself, but Namorian. The woman had briefly served in Star Command.
“It might short out the ship - kill all our power,” Yttocs warned Jeff.
“But it’ll kill only Krull?” he demanded.
Yttocs lifted a hand. His fingers were crossed. “It should only kill Krull,” he said. “But no guarantees.”
“Life has no guarantees,” Jeff said. Shouldering his Gatling, he ran from the bridge.
“No, dear. You’re holding the gun backwards,” Miss Edurp was meanwhile telling Katy. She’d left off arming herself. The woman turned about the big gun in Katy’s gloved hand. She pointed its barrel away from the waif.
Katy glimpsed Jeff’s departure. Pressing her bunny to the woman’s unimpressive chest, the busty waif said,
“Watch Frosty for me.” Katy ran in her ‘fuck me’ heels after the captain.
Chapter Eight
Jeff was in Pleiades’ bowels. He crouched behind a piece of equipment. Yttocs was right. The Krull had breached Pleiades’ hull. Jeff watched in horror as a Krull tank rolled by, some feet ahead. How in hell had that gotten aboard, in deep space? Jeff wondered. Did the Krull have some sort of teleport tech?
Katy’s bow-adorned head popped up beside Jeff’s. The tit-wiggly waif gasped at the tank.
“What the fuck?!” Jeff breathed to her. The little cunt was damn stealthy, he said to himself. “What are you doing here?!” Jeff whispered.
“I’m your loo,” Katy softly replied. Her big eyes were imp-bright.
“This is likely a suicide job,” Jeff said.
“Like Romeo and Juliet?!” Katy, enthused, answered.
End of “Runaway Princess”, installment fifteen.
My “page-a-day” installments bear no relation to the story’s chapter number.
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Copyright 2021 by Andrew L. Roller. ER, Erotic Romances, and ARSE, Andrew Roller Stories and Essays, are trademarks of Andrew L. Roller.
I am https://andrewroller.wordpress.com
Vintage posts by me are at https://asstr.org/files/Authors/Roller/
This is ER, Erotic Romances, issue number 17.15
( ER issue number seventeen. “Runaway Princess” story installment number fifteen. )
Arcana: This is update and alter the text version number: 2.0
Date Written: September 4, 2021. Live for the day that censorious Big Tech is dead.
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This has been a presentation of A R S E entertainment.
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Runaway Princess 14
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Victorian style erotica. Reader discretion advised. This is a work of fiction.
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ER 16 Erotic Romances Page a Day Story
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Summa Flagellum
by Andrew Roller
Males were put on this earth to fuck. Females were put on this earth to be fucked. That is the truth of the matter. Hence, I dislike the word “porn”. A girl appearing as God made her, and doing what she’s supposed to ( get fucked ) should not be associated with the demeaning word “porn”.
That said, my favorite porn star is “Kay J”. She is called “Kay Jay” at freeones ( dot ) com. Her real name may be “Jessica Tolyda”. She is Ukrainian.
Jessica was born on March 21, 1996. She began her highly successful career as a porn star at age 20. In her earliest photos, she looks scrumptiously younger than 20. She’s beautiful, innocent, and precocious; a thrilling combination! Shockingly, in what may be her first videos, she also bears clear signs of having been whipped.
I have seen some “porn” videos in my life. Only three have deeply affected me:
1. https ( colon ) //www ( dot ) tube8 ( dot ) com > teen > Sloan aka Ivey aka Lilly Anne Porn Video - Tube 8
Last I checked, this video had been removed from the internet by Tube 8. I have done extensive research on this video. It is legal. Watching 18-year-old Lilly Anne get screwed by two guys really screwed with my head. I knew ‘young girls’ got fucked; but I’d never seen it. Not like this.
“Sloan” is only nominally a video by a “porn” company. It’s a video that depicts real people fucking. ( At one point, a dog barks. Someone in the film, as fucking continues, says, “The dog’s out.” )
The other videos that screwed with my head star “Kay Jay”. They’re at freeones ( dot ) com. Slightly longer versions of these videos, with better visual quality, are available at:
metartnetwork ( dot ) com. “Kay Jay” is called “Kay J” at Metartnetwork.
I joined Metartnetwork in April. The company has never given me a valid password to access their site. That is, a password that actually works.
Metartnetwork sometimes lets my iPad into their site. However, I have no sure way to access Metartnetwork, despite joining at the highest, and most expensive level.
Here are the relevant videos of Kay J. I list the title of the video at Freeones. Following it is the real title, at Metartnetwork:
1. “Young Kay Jay enjoys posing naked in her Bedroom”. Real title: “Wet Dreams”.
2. “Kay Jay gives Upskirt View before getting naked”. Real title: “Dreaming”.
It is in these videos that Kay J shows clear signs of having been whipped. I have researched these videos, and Kay J, extensively. My questions were these:
A. Was she actually whipped? ( As opposed to having, say, “panty lines”. ) Yes.
B. Was a whip used to strike her? ( As opposed to, say, a riding crop. ) Yes; it was a whip.
C. How “badly” was Kay J whipped? A lot. Kay J has whip marks on her right breast, on the right side of her torso, and on her right hip. She has them on the right cheek of her bottom, and on her left thigh.
D. In what circumstances was she whipped? Was she tied up in front of an audience, at a party? Or did she “get a little wild”, as she’d probably describe it, with a boyfriend, in private? I am unable to answer this question.
E. What risk did Kay J face of being scarred, permanently, as the whip struck her?
I have an answer to this question that eases my mind. It is as follows:
“Striking a person or animal with a single-tail whip can inflict cuts, but with a whip made from common materials, these wounds are simple high-speed abrasions that do not penetrate more than the depth of the skin.”
Note: “A single tail whip can wrap around limbs [ or the torso ] or the neck.” A “wrapping” whip causes more harm; “wrapping” is to be avoided.
It is the tip of the whip that lands at the highest speed. That is what inflicts the worst damage. Obviously, if one were to be hit in the eye with a whip, one would likely be blinded. Joints are also at risk. Never hit elbows or knees with a whip; you could cripple the person.
If a cut from a whip is on the deeper side, buy liquid adhesive, meant for the body, at the drug store. It is sold “over the counter” like toothpaste. Otherwise, whip cuts ( or “high-speed abrasions” ) are treated like any childhood scrape or cut.
The “abrasion” quote, above, is from rebelsnotes ( dot ) com. The author there writes:
“The first time I experienced a single tail in all earnest … it hurt like hell. But immediately I admit: the moment it stopped, I wanted more.”
I don’t know what the title of the article was. More information on whipping is available at Rebels Notes if you enter the word “whip” in their search field. The search field is on the far right side of your iPad’s screen. There, it’s near the middle of the screen. It is represented by an icon of a magnifying glass.
An author at devianceanddesire ( dot ) com writes about the female psyche, regarding being punished. She says that a female wants to be punished past a limit that she thought she could endure. Pleasure is derived by the female, in a roundabout way, “When she has to struggle to endure the sting.
“Never underestimate the pride a submissive woman takes in being able to absorb these kinds of sensations. It is part of her being a good slavegirl which is something she wants to be.”
Note: if you obsess over the word “woman” in the above passage, don’t fail to notice “girl”, in “slavegirl”.
I am quoting from the following article at Deviance and Desire: Pleasure Spankings and Erotic Pain.
Liquid adhesive, applied to bodily wounds, is called “skin adhesive” or “liquid stitches”. In my opinion, the need for such liquid adhesive should be avoided; it should be a last resort. If the cut won’t stop bleeding, stitches are needed. Otherwise, the cut will leave a scar.
Runaway Princess
Installment Fourteen
Chapter Seven ( continued )
“I have a game,” he told her.
“What?” she saucily asked.
“Get on the bed.”
Katy warily did so.
“Kneel. All fours.”
The blonde obeyed.
“Not like that. Stick your bottom towards me.”
“What’re you gonna do?”
“Now!” Jeff cracked his whip. The bow-adorned waif rushed to comply.
“Head down,” Jeff said. He put a hand to the back of Katy’s ponytailed head. She shrieked as he shoved her face against the bed. Her bosoms squashed to it. Katy’s round bottom rose higher. Her hind cheeks, already venting, did so yet more. Her anus was a lubed bullseye. Katy’s tight cooch exhibited its juicily lubed allure.
“Dip your back more,” the colonel ordered. He pressed a hand to the small of Katy’s back. Her body, complying, arched her ass lewdly.
“Spread your legs,” Jeff demanded.
The fanny-exhibiting girl shuffled her knees apart.
“Farther,” Jeff insisted. “Open yourself like the slut I want you to be.” The teen complied. She knelt with her small bottom outthrust, her gartered legs split to their limit.
Jeff’s whip lashed out.
“Yeeeek!” Katy howled. Her young kneeling figure quailed. Then she realized that Jeff had just sliced his thong harmlessly in the air. He laughed at her fear.
“I hate you,” Katy said. Her face had turned sideways. Her rouged cheek against Jeff’s bed, she felt awash in emotions. Panic stalked her - Jeff’s whip would surely hurt! Yet she’d never felt so deliciously vulnerable. She was thoroughly exposed and available - her cherry a prize for her conqueror.
“Zooo - whit!” Jeff’s whip coursed its sinuous length across her cleft upturned rear. It stung her.
“Yeeeow!” Katy screeched. Her gloved hands flew to her naked hiney as she sat up. Her bottom came to rest on her bow-ornamented stilettos. The blonde-maned waif glared back at Jeff. The pearl hue of her fanny was marred by a snaking pink blush: the whip’s mark.
Katy’s gartered thighs remained wide.
“I’m not lettin’ you do me!” she exclaimed, her plump bottom halves flexing in her rubbing hands.
“This is my game,” Jeff cooly replied. “And we’re just beginning. Bend over.”
The waif put her lovely head down again. Her face’s right cheek pressed once more to the cool sheet. Katy’s hands were by her head. Popping her thumb in her mouth, she sucked it. Hard.
Jeff’s whip again sang through the air. It bit Katy’s hiney with fresh energy.
“OWWW!” the blonde shrieked. Her young hips bounced under the blow. Katy’s asscheeks clenched and released as her globe bosoms juddered. Tears brimmed in her tight-squeezing eyes.
The whip nailed her again. It did so on her rear’s underside.
“OWEEEE!” She screamed, on her mouth-plugging thumb. Katy’s bare bottom flexingly gyrated.
The whip greeted her again.
“YEEEEEK!” the eighth-grader howled. Katy’s thumb popped from her mouth. Spit flew from her as Jeff lashed her bottom anew. Her little hands clutched the bedsheet. Katy’s pale, pumpkin-round hinds were becoming crisscrossed with lines of angry pink and rose red. Her hemispheres flexed with frantic energy. They sought to discharge the whip’s burning.
That invited further abuse from Jeff. His wobbly erection threatening to burst, he flogged Katy with rising passion. Her small bottom bounced under his whipstrokes. She exploded in tears.
“Boo Hoo!”
Whack!
“Eeeeeeek!” Her face hovered above the bed as her hands scrabbled upon the sheet. Katy’s tears plopped between her frenetically groping hands. She felt like she’d been plunged ass-first into Hell. Worse: she knew she deserved it. Mis Edurp could confirm that!
Jeff’s whip scorched Katy’s rearing behind. She, bucking on her bent limbs, howled to the watching stars. Jeff’s swirling, flame-searing whip explored her hiney’s vented groove. It stingingly threatened her fearfully nestling rosette.
Jeff marked Katy’s rocking, hip-twisting figure. She bawled and screamed. A red, scrimshaw-like pattern now tattooed her hiney. Where the whip crossed a former mark, or its tip landed with ferocity, she was welted.
His thong found her anus. It bit her there.
“Nyaaarch!” Katy screeched. Her hiney desperately churning, she grabbed it as she sat up.
Jeff dropped his whip. He shoved her face down again. Katy’s bottom was bumptious. Her snug cunny was a wet offering to Jeff’s lust.
He seized her unwilling hips. Directing his penis to her pert fanny, he couldn’t resist a quick detour. Jeff’s cockhead met Katy’s anus.
Her bow-adorned head flew up.
“Whaaat?!” She shrieked. Jeff prodded her shitter with his fuck tool. Her starfish-tight orifice resisted. She screamed as he went at her there with his finger.
It wormed in her. Jeff savored Katy’s hot bulbing rear, and his invasion of it.
“Stop! No! Take it OUT!” Katy bleated, of Jeff’s trespassing finger. Her hiney contracted repeatedly on his invader.
He extracted it with reluctance. Further work would be needed for his cock to penetrate her guts. Jeff redirected himself to her vulva. It was time to ruin her.
Katy felt his knobbed charger thrust into her slit. She was thoroughly lubed there, as was Jeff’s big tool. Her clenching sex eased to admit him. She felt his fullness abut her hymen.
“No!” Katy chokingly sobbed.
“I must,” Jeff grunted. He’d lost count of how many virgins he’d had in his life. A lot. However, he hungered for Katy like few other girls. She was charming, bewitchingly naive, and so very young! Her body squirmingly tensed as she awaited his victory.
Frosty gazed at Jeff from the floor. The colonel, poised to breach Katy, savored her sex’s exquisite tightness. Considerable labor would be needed to make her fully receptive. Her rear would need more effort to be readily used. Jeff felt Katy’s silk stockings. They were delicious, as were her pussy-stained garters, and her endlessly moving, whip-heated rear. His rigid penis tensed. Jeff, a guiding hand on his dick, contracted his buttocks. His pelvis gave a sharp forward shove.
“Auuugh!” Katy screamed. She sought escape - her hips, shoving backward as she sought to rise, played into Jeff’s purpose. His charger stretched her hymen. It was on the brink of bursting when Pleiades violently rocked.
End of “Runaway Princess”, installment fourteen.
My “page-a-day” installments bear no relation to the story’s chapter number.
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Copyright 2021 by Andrew L. Roller. ER, Erotic Romances, and ARSE, Andrew Roller Stories and Essays, are trademarks of Andrew L. Roller.
I am https://andrewroller.wordpress.com
Vintage posts by me are at https://asstr.org/files/Authors/Roller/
This is ER, Erotic Romances, issue number 16.14
( ER issue number sixteen. “Runaway Princess” story installment number fourteen. )
Arcana: This is update and alter the text version number: 3.0
Date Written: September 4, 2021. Live for the day that censorious Big Tech is dead.
——————————————————————————————————————————
This has been a presentation of A R S E entertainment.
——————————————————————————————————————————
Victorian style erotica. Reader discretion advised. This is a work of fiction.
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ER 16 Erotic Romances Page a Day Story
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Summa Flagellum
by Andrew Roller
Males were put on this earth to fuck. Females were put on this earth to be fucked. That is the truth of the matter. Hence, I dislike the word “porn”. A girl appearing as God made her, and doing what she’s supposed to ( get fucked ) should not be associated with the demeaning word “porn”.
That said, my favorite porn star is “Kay J”. She is called “Kay Jay” at freeones ( dot ) com. Her real name may be “Jessica Tolyda”. She is Ukrainian.
Jessica was born on March 21, 1996. She began her highly successful career as a porn star at age 20. In her earliest photos, she looks scrumptiously younger than 20. She’s beautiful, innocent, and precocious; a thrilling combination! Shockingly, in what may be her first videos, she also bears clear signs of having been whipped.
I have seen some “porn” videos in my life. Only three have deeply affected me:
1. https ( colon ) //www ( dot ) tube8 ( dot ) com > teen > Sloan aka Ivey aka Lilly Anne Porn Video - Tube 8
Last I checked, this video had been removed from the internet by Tube 8. I have done extensive research on this video. It is legal. Watching 18-year-old Lilly Anne get screwed by two guys really screwed with my head. I knew ‘young girls’ got fucked; but I’d never seen it. Not like this.
“Sloan” is only nominally a video by a “porn” company. It’s a video that depicts real people fucking. ( At one point, a dog barks. Someone in the film, as fucking continues, says, “The dog’s out.” )
The other videos that screwed with my head star “Kay Jay”. They’re at freeones ( dot ) com. Slightly longer versions of these videos, with better visual quality, are available at:
metartnetwork ( dot ) com. “Kay Jay” is called “Kay J” at Metartnetwork.
I joined Metartnetwork in April. The company has never given me a valid password to access their site. That is, a password that actually works.
Metartnetwork sometimes lets my iPad into their site. However, I have no sure way to access Metartnetwork, despite joining at the highest, and most expensive level.
Here are the relevant videos of Kay J. I list the title of the video at Freeones. Following it is the real title, at Metartnetwork:
1. “Young Kay Jay enjoys posing naked in her Bedroom”. Real title: “Wet Dreams”.
2. “Kay Jay gives Upskirt View before getting naked”. Real title: “Dreaming”.
It is in these videos that Kay J shows clear signs of having been whipped. I have researched these videos, and Kay J, extensively. My questions were these:
A. Was she actually whipped? ( As opposed to having, say, “panty lines”. ) Yes.
B. Was a whip used to strike her? ( As opposed to, say, a riding crop. ) Yes; it was a whip.
C. How “badly” was Kay J whipped? A lot. Kay J has whip marks on her right breast, on the right side of her torso, and on her right hip. She has them on the right cheek of her bottom, and on her left thigh.
D. In what circumstances was she whipped? Was she tied up in front of an audience, at a party? Or did she “get a little wild”, as she’d probably describe it, with a boyfriend, in private? I am unable to answer this question.
E. What risk did Kay J face of being scarred, permanently, as the whip struck her?
I have an answer to this question that eases my mind. It is as follows:
“Striking a person or animal with a single-tail whip can inflict cuts, but with a whip made from common materials, these wounds are simple high-speed abrasions that do not penetrate more than the depth of the skin.”
Note: “A single tail whip can wrap around limbs [ or the torso ] or the neck.” A “wrapping” whip causes more harm; “wrapping” is to be avoided.
It is the tip of the whip that lands at the highest speed. That is what inflicts the worst damage. Obviously, if one were to be hit in the eye with a whip, one would likely be blinded. Joints are also at risk. Never hit elbows or knees with a whip; you could cripple the person.
If a cut from a whip is on the deeper side, buy liquid adhesive, meant for the body, at the drug store. It is sold “over the counter” like toothpaste. Otherwise, whip cuts ( or “high-speed abrasions” ) are treated like any childhood scrape or cut.
The “abrasion” quote, above, is from rebelsnotes ( dot ) com. The author there writes:
“The first time I experienced a single tail in all earnest … it hurt like hell. But immediately I admit: the moment it stopped, I wanted more.”
I don’t know what the title of the article was. More information on whipping is available at Rebels Notes if you enter the word “whip” in their search field. The search field is on the far right side of your iPad’s screen. There, it’s near the middle of the screen. It is represented by an icon of a magnifying glass.
An author at devianceanddesire ( dot ) com writes about the female psyche, regarding being punished. She says that a female wants to be punished past a limit that she thought she could endure. Pleasure is derived by the female, in a roundabout way, “When she has to struggle to endure the sting.
“Never underestimate the pride a submissive woman takes in being able to absorb these kinds of sensations. It is part of her being a good slavegirl which is something she wants to be.”
Note: if you obsess over the word “woman” in the above passage, don’t fail to notice “girl”, in “slavegirl”.
I am quoting from the following article at Deviance and Desire: Pleasure Spankings and Erotic Pain.
Liquid adhesive, applied to bodily wounds, is called “skin adhesive” or “liquid stitches”. In my opinion, the need for such liquid adhesive should be avoided; it should be a last resort. If the cut won’t stop bleeding, stitches are needed. Otherwise, the cut will leave a scar.
Runaway Princess
Installment Fourteen
Chapter Seven ( continued )
“I have a game,” he told her.
“What?” she saucily asked.
“Get on the bed.”
Katy warily did so.
“Kneel. All fours.”
The blonde obeyed.
“Not like that. Stick your bottom towards me.”
“What’re you gonna do?”
“Now!” Jeff cracked his whip. The bow-adorned waif rushed to comply.
“Head down,” Jeff said. He put a hand to the back of Katy’s ponytailed head. She shrieked as he shoved her face against the bed. Her bosoms squashed to it. Katy’s round bottom rose higher. Her hind cheeks, already venting, did so yet more. Her anus was a lubed bullseye. Katy’s tight cooch exhibited its juicily lubed allure.
“Dip your back more,” the colonel ordered. He pressed a hand to the small of Katy’s back. Her body, complying, arched her ass lewdly.
“Spread your legs,” Jeff demanded.
The fanny-exhibiting girl shuffled her knees apart.
“Farther,” Jeff insisted. “Open yourself like the slut I want you to be.” The teen complied. She knelt with her small bottom outthrust, her gartered legs split to their limit.
Jeff’s whip lashed out.
“Yeeeek!” Katy howled. Her young kneeling figure quailed. Then she realized that Jeff had just sliced his thong harmlessly in the air. He laughed at her fear.
“I hate you,” Katy said. Her face had turned sideways. Her rouged cheek against Jeff’s bed, she felt awash in emotions. Panic stalked her - Jeff’s whip would surely hurt! Yet she’d never felt so deliciously vulnerable. She was thoroughly exposed and available - her cherry a prize for her conqueror.
“Zooo - whit!” Jeff’s whip coursed its sinuous length across her cleft upturned rear. It stung her.
“Yeeeow!” Katy screeched. Her gloved hands flew to her naked hiney as she sat up. Her bottom came to rest on her bow-ornamented stilettos. The blonde-maned waif glared back at Jeff. The pearl hue of her fanny was marred by a snaking pink blush: the whip’s mark.
Katy’s gartered thighs remained wide.
“I’m not lettin’ you do me!” she exclaimed, her plump bottom halves flexing in her rubbing hands.
“This is my game,” Jeff cooly replied. “And we’re just beginning. Bend over.”
The waif put her lovely head down again. Her face’s right cheek pressed once more to the cool sheet. Katy’s hands were by her head. Popping her thumb in her mouth, she sucked it. Hard.
Jeff’s whip again sang through the air. It bit Katy’s hiney with fresh energy.
“OWWW!” the blonde shrieked. Her young hips bounced under the blow. Katy’s asscheeks clenched and released as her globe bosoms juddered. Tears brimmed in her tight-squeezing eyes.
The whip nailed her again. It did so on her rear’s underside.
“OWEEEE!” She screamed, on her mouth-plugging thumb. Katy’s bare bottom flexingly gyrated.
The whip greeted her again.
“YEEEEEK!” the eighth-grader howled. Katy’s thumb popped from her mouth. Spit flew from her as Jeff lashed her bottom anew. Her little hands clutched the bedsheet. Katy’s pale, pumpkin-round hinds were becoming crisscrossed with lines of angry pink and rose red. Her hemispheres flexed with frantic energy. They sought to discharge the whip’s burning.
That invited further abuse from Jeff. His wobbly erection threatening to burst, he flogged Katy with rising passion. Her small bottom bounced under his whipstrokes. She exploded in tears.
“Boo Hoo!”
Whack!
“Eeeeeeek!” Her face hovered above the bed as her hands scrabbled upon the sheet. Katy’s tears plopped between her frenetically groping hands. She felt like she’d been plunged ass-first into Hell. Worse: she knew she deserved it. Mis Edurp could confirm that!
Jeff’s whip scorched Katy’s rearing behind. She, bucking on her bent limbs, howled to the watching stars. Jeff’s swirling, flame-searing whip explored her hiney’s vented groove. It stingingly threatened her fearfully nestling rosette.
Jeff marked Katy’s rocking, hip-twisting figure. She bawled and screamed. A red, scrimshaw-like pattern now tattooed her hiney. Where the whip crossed a former mark, or its tip landed with ferocity, she was welted.
His thong found her anus. It bit her there.
“Nyaaarch!” Katy screeched. Her hiney desperately churning, she grabbed it as she sat up.
Jeff dropped his whip. He shoved her face down again. Katy’s bottom was bumptious. Her snug cunny was a wet offering to Jeff’s lust.
He seized her unwilling hips. Directing his penis to her pert fanny, he couldn’t resist a quick detour. Jeff’s cockhead met Katy’s anus.
Her bow-adorned head flew up.
“Whaaat?!” She shrieked. Jeff prodded her shitter with his fuck tool. Her starfish-tight orifice resisted. She screamed as he went at her there with his finger.
It wormed in her. Jeff savored Katy’s hot bulbing rear, and his invasion of it.
“Stop! No! Take it OUT!” Katy bleated, of Jeff’s trespassing finger. Her hiney contracted repeatedly on his invader.
He extracted it with reluctance. Further work would be needed for his cock to penetrate her guts. Jeff redirected himself to her vulva. It was time to ruin her.
Katy felt his knobbed charger thrust into her slit. She was thoroughly lubed there, as was Jeff’s big tool. Her clenching sex eased to admit him. She felt his fullness abut her hymen.
“No!” Katy chokingly sobbed.
“I must,” Jeff grunted. He’d lost count of how many virgins he’d had in his life. A lot. However, he hungered for Katy like few other girls. She was charming, bewitchingly naive, and so very young! Her body squirmingly tensed as she awaited his victory.
Frosty gazed at Jeff from the floor. The colonel, poised to breach Katy, savored her sex’s exquisite tightness. Considerable labor would be needed to make her fully receptive. Her rear would need more effort to be readily used. Jeff felt Katy’s silk stockings. They were delicious, as were her pussy-stained garters, and her endlessly moving, whip-heated rear. His rigid penis tensed. Jeff, a guiding hand on his dick, contracted his buttocks. His pelvis gave a sharp forward shove.
“Auuugh!” Katy screamed. She sought escape - her hips, shoving backward as she sought to rise, played into Jeff’s purpose. His charger stretched her hymen. It was on the brink of bursting when Pleiades violently rocked.
End of “Runaway Princess”, installment fourteen.
My “page-a-day” installments bear no relation to the story’s chapter number.
——————————————————————————————————————————
Copyright 2021 by Andrew L. Roller. ER, Erotic Romances, and ARSE, Andrew Roller Stories and Essays, are trademarks of Andrew L. Roller.
I am https://andrewroller.wordpress.com
Vintage posts by me are at https://asstr.org/files/Authors/Roller/
This is ER, Erotic Romances, issue number 16.14
( ER issue number sixteen. “Runaway Princess” story installment number fourteen. )
Arcana: This is update and alter the text version number: 3.0
Date Written: September 4, 2021. Live for the day that censorious Big Tech is dead.
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This has been a presentation of A R S E entertainment.
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Runaway Princess 13
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Victorian style erotica. Reader discretion advised. This is a work of fiction.
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ER 15 Erotic Romances Page a Day Story
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Runaway Princess
Installment Thirteen
Chapter Six ( continued )
The servant got them through the twilit space without incident.
Jeff righted Katy’s bicycle for her. She chucked Frosty into the basket without caring that her toy was upside down. The blonde gasped as her lipped essence again pressed to the Angora seat. Her juice re-wet the warm fur. As she settled squirmingly on the seat, her tingly cunt slicked it with K-Y. Katy’s bare hind cheeks wriggled. Watching Jeff mounting his bike, his dick straining his trousers, she licked her glossed, precum stained mouth.
Jeff chuckled at the waif. He’d seen her gorging herself on rampant penises in the ballroom.
“You want another one?” he teased.
Katy blushed to her fulsome breasts’ erect nipples.
“I wanna get a blue ferret,” she answered.
“You’ll have to be a very good loo to get one from me,” Jeff challenged.
“No I don’t,” she replied.
“Oh?” Jeff asked, as they pedaled off, side by side. The bosomy teen looked up at Jeff, her blue eyes imp-bright.
“I’m a spy,” she said. “For the Krull. And Oobat. And even for the Nacluv. So you gotta catch me.”
The blonde continued to cycle beside Jeff.
“I have caught you,” he said, of his prior pursuits.
“Those don’t count,” Katy maintained, her high breasts freely swinging, and bare cooch workingly pressed to her furred saddle seat. Her stilettos caught the corridor lights as her stockinged legs pedaled. “You gotta wait ‘til we get to your place.”
Chapter Seven
Squirting K-Y on his penis, Jeff fisted its rigid length. His clothes lay in disorder on a chair in his parlor. Jeff’s whip was snake-like atop them. The colonel stood at the parlor’s glass exterior wall, gazing at the cosmic depths.
He was about to squeeze his throbbing lubed organ into a very tight place. A warm, unexplored place, which he would work until its succulence brought his sperm geysering forth.
He told himself that he’d pull out of Katy at the last moment. That wasn’t a foolproof way of keeping her from becoming enceinte - but it was better than flooding her young fertile womb.
“I’m a fighter,” Jeff told himself. “Not a family man.” With a dick-worthy port in every port. Or a hungry virgin redoubt.
Jeff’s pelvic musculature suddenly tightened. Staying his pleasuring hand, he fought off an urge to blow his load. Splattering the window with himself would win Katy’s contempt.
He heard the toilet flush in his bedroom’s ensuite bath. Katy skipped out to him, her long tresses bouncing, along with her bare melon breasts. His bathroom held things for women guests. Katy had tidied herself and freshened her makeup. Frosty swung by an ear from one of her gloved hands. The bright-eyed girl was eager to play.
“‘Kay!” she said, her gaze going to Jeff’s lube-smeared, precum-drippy boner. Katy diddled her K-Y jellied snatch as she spoke. “I’m a spy. You gotta catch me.” She was delighted with her game description.
“I have a rule,” Jeff said.
“What?” Katy asked, puppy-eager.
“You have to keep playing with your cunt, like you’re doing.”
The blonde blushed. Her bare, milk-hued bosoms coloring along with her face, she said,
“Then you gotta keep jerkin’ off.”
“Agreed,” Jeff said.
“Shut your eyes and count to 10,” Katy ordered, in her Heaven-high voice. Jeff’s dick flexingly stemmed as he did. Katy squealed at its obvious strength.
The blonde dashed off. Trying to hide in a glass-walled cabin, she suddenly realized, wasn’t going to be easy.
“2, 3,” Jeff said, in his strong, deep voice.
“Count slower!” Katy squealed. Her heeled feet carried her into Jeff’s kitchen.
“5.”
Katy ran out of the kitchen. There was no place to hide there!
“7.”
Katy’s blonde head whipped to and fro. She couldn’t find anywhere decent to stow herself in the parlor!
“9.”
She ran into Jeff’s bedroom. On the room’s far side, she sat on the floor next to a chair. Her nude bottom pressed to the plush carpet. It was comfortingly warm. Katy’s gloved arms squeezed her bare wobbly breasts as she hugged Frosty. Her little pearl teeth bit her rabbit’s ear.
Jeff retrieved his whip. He gave it a crack. Katy yelpingly cringed at the sound.
Jeff rubbed his erection.
“Fee-fi-fo-thrum,” he called out. “I smell a cunt.”
Katy gave an abashed giggle.
“I wonder where the spy could be?” Pleiades’ captain asked. He went to his kitchen.
“Not in my oven,” Jeff said. “Damn. I wanted to cook her for dinner.”
“What?!” came in shrill surprise from Jeff’s bedroom.
The colonel returned to his parlor.
“I remember the spy being here,” he reflected, aloud. “Earlier tonight. She showed me her butthole.”
Katy stifled a mortified cry.
“Could she be in my bedroom?” Jeff asked.
“No!” came from Katy.
“I heard something.”
“It wasn’t me!”
“Who was it?”
“Miss Edurp.”
“Miss Edurp?!” Jeff said. “I’m dying to fuck her!”
“What?!” Katy blurted.
“But first,” Jeff continued. “Miss Edurp is going to get her fanny whipped.”
“No!”
“No?”
“I’m not Miss Edurp.”
“Fine. I’ll whip the spy, when I find her.”
He located Katy by the chair. The blonde, her bunny’s ear in her mouth, shivered.
She squealed as Jeff wrenched her upright. Katy lost Frosty to the floor. Her naked breasts juttingly waggling, she stood before Jeff. And his big wiener.ou
End of “Runaway Princess”, installment thirteen.
My “page-a-day” installments bear no relation to the story’s chapter number.
God Bless Molesters
by Long Hardwood
If tomorrow all the girls were gone That I’d fondled in my life And I had to start again With a new playground of girls I’d thank my lucky stars To be livin’ here today ‘Cause my dick still works really good Though they’ve tried to take it away
And I’m proud to be a pedophile Because at least I know I’m sane And I won’t forget the young beauties Who gave their cunts to me And I’ll gladly stand up Next to you and defend you and your girl ‘Cause you’ve got to molest Across the USA!
The lyrics to the song, “God Bless The U.S.A.”, by Lee Greenwood, are courtesy of Google. Sourced from Musixmatch.
In order to avoid You Tube, which Google owns, I sought a copy of the song using the browser Duck Duck Go. Duck Duck Go provided me with the song at https ( colon ) //www ( dot ) hungama ( dot ) com.
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Copyright 2021 by Andrew L. Roller. ER, Erotic Romances, and ARSE, Andrew Roller Stories and Essays, are trademarks of Andrew L. Roller.
I am https://andrewroller.wordpress.com
Vintage posts by me are at https://asstr.org/files/Authors/Roller/
This is ER, Erotic Romances, issue number 15.13
( ER issue number fifteen. “Runaway Princess” story installment number thirteen. )
Arcana: This is update and alter the text version number: 2.0
Date Written: September 3, 2021. Live for the day that censorious Big Tech is dead.
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This has been a presentation of A R S E entertainment.
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Victorian style erotica. Reader discretion advised. This is a work of fiction.
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ER 15 Erotic Romances Page a Day Story
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Runaway Princess
Installment Thirteen
Chapter Six ( continued )
The servant got them through the twilit space without incident.
Jeff righted Katy’s bicycle for her. She chucked Frosty into the basket without caring that her toy was upside down. The blonde gasped as her lipped essence again pressed to the Angora seat. Her juice re-wet the warm fur. As she settled squirmingly on the seat, her tingly cunt slicked it with K-Y. Katy’s bare hind cheeks wriggled. Watching Jeff mounting his bike, his dick straining his trousers, she licked her glossed, precum stained mouth.
Jeff chuckled at the waif. He’d seen her gorging herself on rampant penises in the ballroom.
“You want another one?” he teased.
Katy blushed to her fulsome breasts’ erect nipples.
“I wanna get a blue ferret,” she answered.
“You’ll have to be a very good loo to get one from me,” Jeff challenged.
“No I don’t,” she replied.
“Oh?” Jeff asked, as they pedaled off, side by side. The bosomy teen looked up at Jeff, her blue eyes imp-bright.
“I’m a spy,” she said. “For the Krull. And Oobat. And even for the Nacluv. So you gotta catch me.”
The blonde continued to cycle beside Jeff.
“I have caught you,” he said, of his prior pursuits.
“Those don’t count,” Katy maintained, her high breasts freely swinging, and bare cooch workingly pressed to her furred saddle seat. Her stilettos caught the corridor lights as her stockinged legs pedaled. “You gotta wait ‘til we get to your place.”
Chapter Seven
Squirting K-Y on his penis, Jeff fisted its rigid length. His clothes lay in disorder on a chair in his parlor. Jeff’s whip was snake-like atop them. The colonel stood at the parlor’s glass exterior wall, gazing at the cosmic depths.
He was about to squeeze his throbbing lubed organ into a very tight place. A warm, unexplored place, which he would work until its succulence brought his sperm geysering forth.
He told himself that he’d pull out of Katy at the last moment. That wasn’t a foolproof way of keeping her from becoming enceinte - but it was better than flooding her young fertile womb.
“I’m a fighter,” Jeff told himself. “Not a family man.” With a dick-worthy port in every port. Or a hungry virgin redoubt.
Jeff’s pelvic musculature suddenly tightened. Staying his pleasuring hand, he fought off an urge to blow his load. Splattering the window with himself would win Katy’s contempt.
He heard the toilet flush in his bedroom’s ensuite bath. Katy skipped out to him, her long tresses bouncing, along with her bare melon breasts. His bathroom held things for women guests. Katy had tidied herself and freshened her makeup. Frosty swung by an ear from one of her gloved hands. The bright-eyed girl was eager to play.
“‘Kay!” she said, her gaze going to Jeff’s lube-smeared, precum-drippy boner. Katy diddled her K-Y jellied snatch as she spoke. “I’m a spy. You gotta catch me.” She was delighted with her game description.
“I have a rule,” Jeff said.
“What?” Katy asked, puppy-eager.
“You have to keep playing with your cunt, like you’re doing.”
The blonde blushed. Her bare, milk-hued bosoms coloring along with her face, she said,
“Then you gotta keep jerkin’ off.”
“Agreed,” Jeff said.
“Shut your eyes and count to 10,” Katy ordered, in her Heaven-high voice. Jeff’s dick flexingly stemmed as he did. Katy squealed at its obvious strength.
The blonde dashed off. Trying to hide in a glass-walled cabin, she suddenly realized, wasn’t going to be easy.
“2, 3,” Jeff said, in his strong, deep voice.
“Count slower!” Katy squealed. Her heeled feet carried her into Jeff’s kitchen.
“5.”
Katy ran out of the kitchen. There was no place to hide there!
“7.”
Katy’s blonde head whipped to and fro. She couldn’t find anywhere decent to stow herself in the parlor!
“9.”
She ran into Jeff’s bedroom. On the room’s far side, she sat on the floor next to a chair. Her nude bottom pressed to the plush carpet. It was comfortingly warm. Katy’s gloved arms squeezed her bare wobbly breasts as she hugged Frosty. Her little pearl teeth bit her rabbit’s ear.
Jeff retrieved his whip. He gave it a crack. Katy yelpingly cringed at the sound.
Jeff rubbed his erection.
“Fee-fi-fo-thrum,” he called out. “I smell a cunt.”
Katy gave an abashed giggle.
“I wonder where the spy could be?” Pleiades’ captain asked. He went to his kitchen.
“Not in my oven,” Jeff said. “Damn. I wanted to cook her for dinner.”
“What?!” came in shrill surprise from Jeff’s bedroom.
The colonel returned to his parlor.
“I remember the spy being here,” he reflected, aloud. “Earlier tonight. She showed me her butthole.”
Katy stifled a mortified cry.
“Could she be in my bedroom?” Jeff asked.
“No!” came from Katy.
“I heard something.”
“It wasn’t me!”
“Who was it?”
“Miss Edurp.”
“Miss Edurp?!” Jeff said. “I’m dying to fuck her!”
“What?!” Katy blurted.
“But first,” Jeff continued. “Miss Edurp is going to get her fanny whipped.”
“No!”
“No?”
“I’m not Miss Edurp.”
“Fine. I’ll whip the spy, when I find her.”
He located Katy by the chair. The blonde, her bunny’s ear in her mouth, shivered.
She squealed as Jeff wrenched her upright. Katy lost Frosty to the floor. Her naked breasts juttingly waggling, she stood before Jeff. And his big wiener.ou
End of “Runaway Princess”, installment thirteen.
My “page-a-day” installments bear no relation to the story’s chapter number.
God Bless Molesters
by Long Hardwood
If tomorrow all the girls were gone That I’d fondled in my life And I had to start again With a new playground of girls I’d thank my lucky stars To be livin’ here today ‘Cause my dick still works really good Though they’ve tried to take it away
And I’m proud to be a pedophile Because at least I know I’m sane And I won’t forget the young beauties Who gave their cunts to me And I’ll gladly stand up Next to you and defend you and your girl ‘Cause you’ve got to molest Across the USA!
The lyrics to the song, “God Bless The U.S.A.”, by Lee Greenwood, are courtesy of Google. Sourced from Musixmatch.
In order to avoid You Tube, which Google owns, I sought a copy of the song using the browser Duck Duck Go. Duck Duck Go provided me with the song at https ( colon ) //www ( dot ) hungama ( dot ) com.
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Copyright 2021 by Andrew L. Roller. ER, Erotic Romances, and ARSE, Andrew Roller Stories and Essays, are trademarks of Andrew L. Roller.
I am https://andrewroller.wordpress.com
Vintage posts by me are at https://asstr.org/files/Authors/Roller/
This is ER, Erotic Romances, issue number 15.13
( ER issue number fifteen. “Runaway Princess” story installment number thirteen. )
Arcana: This is update and alter the text version number: 2.0
Date Written: September 3, 2021. Live for the day that censorious Big Tech is dead.
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This has been a presentation of A R S E entertainment.
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Runaway Princess 12
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Victorian style erotica. Reader discretion advised. This is a work of fiction.
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ER 14 Erotic Romances Page a Day Story
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Runaway Princess
Installment Twelve
Chapter Six ( continued )
The blonde’s horror-stricken cry broke her conjunction with her impromptu lover. She squirmed from his grasp with an adolescent’s dexterity. Jeff, his lubed penis jutting, arrived beside Katy. He glared at the man who’d been poised to take her cherry. Not for his intended debauch, all was fair on the dance floor, but thinking he’d harmed Katy somehow.
“Look!” the bosomy waif said. She was speaking of Miss Prude. Like a God-found Eve, Katy blushed with red-cheeked shame. She sought to shield her cum-drippy nakedness with her gloved hands. Her mouth, like her bosoms, glistened with smeared K-Y jelly. The stuff oozed from her juicy twat. It ran down her thighs’ insides. Her butthole contributed to the glistening flow.
Jeff called to a servant. The man rushed to locate Jeff’s things, and Katy’s bunny. The colonel led tit-wiggly Katy off through the crowd. He slipped with her through an inconspicuous exit. The couple arrived in a secluded area of the lobby.
“You’re young and gorgeous,” Jeff told a still mortified Katy. “You’ve nothing to apologize for.”
The blonde gawked at her lubed nudity. She was a mess of K-Y, saliva, her own juiced excitement, and loads of ball-scum. The mens’ ejaculate smeared her curves and her intimate places. It clotted in her long, somewhat disheveled tresses.
“You almost got it from a thrall,” Jeff told the teen.
“Huh?”
“Nacluv are vampires. The guests we partied with are still mortal - but bound to Victoria. Your act with the thrall would have been wholly physical. He’s lost his will to love anyone but Victoria.”
“Oh,” the bare-bottomed adolescent blushingly answered. She hadn’t, in fact, thought of her would-be debaucher as anything but a handsome dick wielder. Katy had been lost in a torrent of shared, libidinous pleasures. She’d climbed high on orgasm’s peaks multiple times - yet somehow escaped their cunt-drenching crescendos.
Katy was soon reunited with Frosty. Cuddling her bunny, she watched Jeff yank on his clothes. The servant who’d brought their things lingered. His trousered groin was tented. Katy, lubed everywhere a man might thrust in her, found his presence embarrassing. She asked Jeff to dismiss him.
“We need him,” Jeff replied.
“Why?” Katy asked, with a rose pink moue. ( Well smeared with sperm. )
“The engine room - it’s full of vampires,” Jeff answered. Katy gave a boob-wobbly gasp.
End of “Runaway Princess”, installment twelve.
My “page-a-day” installments bear no relation to the story’s chapter number.
LETTER
“Anonymous” commented on my post, “Danatar2 BANNED”. ( Editorial Thunder, issue number 30. )
Date of e-mail: September 1, 2021.
“Mate, I know the case and trust me this channel you are talking about was a problem... She is really young and a lot of 30+ men were commenting in a disgusting slimy way! The fact that you don't understand why the videos have been striked and you spend so much time writing about it when you are technically not the audience, make me question why you are even aware of this channel!
As a personal conviction I would say that a kid of her age should spend her time studying and her free time with a friends and family, and so I'm really happy that her channel has been deactivated, it is considered as pedo pornography...”
My response:
1. Some conviction you have! You refused to put your name on your e-mail. This despite the fact that you’re just uttering conventional bigotry.
2. I knew of this You Tube channel almost from its inception. As an avid fan of Dana Taranova, I discovered her channel “Dana Taranova” ( later called “Danatar2” ) before Dana made it public.
3. You write: “ …a lot of 30+ men were commenting in a disgusting slimy way!”
My response: No one was making any comment on “Dana Taranova” ( later “Danatar2” ) that was “disgusting” or “slimy”. I know. I read the comments. I also made a number of the comments.
4. You write: “She is really young”.
My response: Dana started her channel when she was newly 12; an age any man should appreciate.
5. You write: “… you are technically not the audience.”
My response: A bunch of leftist ideologues became censors at You Tube in 2019. They relabeled channels like Dana’s “content for children”. They falsely blamed COPPA, the “Children’s Online Privacy Protection Act” for their censorship. THAT was “disgusting” and “slimy”.
Channels like Dana’s, and those of other girls her age, should be admired by everyone. Dana was amazingly creative, and stunningly beautiful. ( I haven’t been able to follow her since we both fell victim to You Tube’s censors, along with many others. )
6. You write: “… a kid of her age should spend her time … with a friends [ sic ].”
My response: I assume you mean, “with friends her age”. As someone once said, of modern America, “children travel in age segregated herds”. Would you like America, and other Westernized countries, to reimpose racial segregation? Religious segregation?
7. You write: “ …it is considered as pedo pornography.”
My response: Some people are proud to be Black. Some are proud to be Jews. Some are proud to be gay. Some are proud to address others as “mate”. I am, mate, proud to be a pedophile. I’m also proud to be in the vanguard of the next, and much needed, social and cultural revolution.
What about you? Are you leading the revolution, following it, or sitting and bitching?
holy joe’s THOUGHT of the DAY
All that America’s “sexual revolution” amounted to was the ability of a woman to put on a hard hat.
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Copyright 2021 by Andrew L. Roller. ER, Erotic Romances, and ARSE, Andrew Roller Stories and Essays, are trademarks of Andrew L. Roller.
I am https://andrewroller.wordpress.com
Vintage posts by me are at https://asstr.org/files/Authors/Roller/
This is ER, Erotic Romances, issue number 14.12
( ER issue number fourteen. “Runaway Princess” story installment number twelve. )
Arcana: This is update and alter the text version number: 4.0
Date Written: September 2, 2021. Live for the day that censorious Big Tech is dead.
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This has been a presentation of A R S E entertainment.
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Victorian style erotica. Reader discretion advised. This is a work of fiction.
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ER 14 Erotic Romances Page a Day Story
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Runaway Princess
Installment Twelve
Chapter Six ( continued )
The blonde’s horror-stricken cry broke her conjunction with her impromptu lover. She squirmed from his grasp with an adolescent’s dexterity. Jeff, his lubed penis jutting, arrived beside Katy. He glared at the man who’d been poised to take her cherry. Not for his intended debauch, all was fair on the dance floor, but thinking he’d harmed Katy somehow.
“Look!” the bosomy waif said. She was speaking of Miss Prude. Like a God-found Eve, Katy blushed with red-cheeked shame. She sought to shield her cum-drippy nakedness with her gloved hands. Her mouth, like her bosoms, glistened with smeared K-Y jelly. The stuff oozed from her juicy twat. It ran down her thighs’ insides. Her butthole contributed to the glistening flow.
Jeff called to a servant. The man rushed to locate Jeff’s things, and Katy’s bunny. The colonel led tit-wiggly Katy off through the crowd. He slipped with her through an inconspicuous exit. The couple arrived in a secluded area of the lobby.
“You’re young and gorgeous,” Jeff told a still mortified Katy. “You’ve nothing to apologize for.”
The blonde gawked at her lubed nudity. She was a mess of K-Y, saliva, her own juiced excitement, and loads of ball-scum. The mens’ ejaculate smeared her curves and her intimate places. It clotted in her long, somewhat disheveled tresses.
“You almost got it from a thrall,” Jeff told the teen.
“Huh?”
“Nacluv are vampires. The guests we partied with are still mortal - but bound to Victoria. Your act with the thrall would have been wholly physical. He’s lost his will to love anyone but Victoria.”
“Oh,” the bare-bottomed adolescent blushingly answered. She hadn’t, in fact, thought of her would-be debaucher as anything but a handsome dick wielder. Katy had been lost in a torrent of shared, libidinous pleasures. She’d climbed high on orgasm’s peaks multiple times - yet somehow escaped their cunt-drenching crescendos.
Katy was soon reunited with Frosty. Cuddling her bunny, she watched Jeff yank on his clothes. The servant who’d brought their things lingered. His trousered groin was tented. Katy, lubed everywhere a man might thrust in her, found his presence embarrassing. She asked Jeff to dismiss him.
“We need him,” Jeff replied.
“Why?” Katy asked, with a rose pink moue. ( Well smeared with sperm. )
“The engine room - it’s full of vampires,” Jeff answered. Katy gave a boob-wobbly gasp.
End of “Runaway Princess”, installment twelve.
My “page-a-day” installments bear no relation to the story’s chapter number.
LETTER
“Anonymous” commented on my post, “Danatar2 BANNED”. ( Editorial Thunder, issue number 30. )
Date of e-mail: September 1, 2021.
“Mate, I know the case and trust me this channel you are talking about was a problem... She is really young and a lot of 30+ men were commenting in a disgusting slimy way! The fact that you don't understand why the videos have been striked and you spend so much time writing about it when you are technically not the audience, make me question why you are even aware of this channel!
As a personal conviction I would say that a kid of her age should spend her time studying and her free time with a friends and family, and so I'm really happy that her channel has been deactivated, it is considered as pedo pornography...”
My response:
1. Some conviction you have! You refused to put your name on your e-mail. This despite the fact that you’re just uttering conventional bigotry.
2. I knew of this You Tube channel almost from its inception. As an avid fan of Dana Taranova, I discovered her channel “Dana Taranova” ( later called “Danatar2” ) before Dana made it public.
3. You write: “ …a lot of 30+ men were commenting in a disgusting slimy way!”
My response: No one was making any comment on “Dana Taranova” ( later “Danatar2” ) that was “disgusting” or “slimy”. I know. I read the comments. I also made a number of the comments.
4. You write: “She is really young”.
My response: Dana started her channel when she was newly 12; an age any man should appreciate.
5. You write: “… you are technically not the audience.”
My response: A bunch of leftist ideologues became censors at You Tube in 2019. They relabeled channels like Dana’s “content for children”. They falsely blamed COPPA, the “Children’s Online Privacy Protection Act” for their censorship. THAT was “disgusting” and “slimy”.
Channels like Dana’s, and those of other girls her age, should be admired by everyone. Dana was amazingly creative, and stunningly beautiful. ( I haven’t been able to follow her since we both fell victim to You Tube’s censors, along with many others. )
6. You write: “… a kid of her age should spend her time … with a friends [ sic ].”
My response: I assume you mean, “with friends her age”. As someone once said, of modern America, “children travel in age segregated herds”. Would you like America, and other Westernized countries, to reimpose racial segregation? Religious segregation?
7. You write: “ …it is considered as pedo pornography.”
My response: Some people are proud to be Black. Some are proud to be Jews. Some are proud to be gay. Some are proud to address others as “mate”. I am, mate, proud to be a pedophile. I’m also proud to be in the vanguard of the next, and much needed, social and cultural revolution.
What about you? Are you leading the revolution, following it, or sitting and bitching?
holy joe’s THOUGHT of the DAY
All that America’s “sexual revolution” amounted to was the ability of a woman to put on a hard hat.
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Copyright 2021 by Andrew L. Roller. ER, Erotic Romances, and ARSE, Andrew Roller Stories and Essays, are trademarks of Andrew L. Roller.
I am https://andrewroller.wordpress.com
Vintage posts by me are at https://asstr.org/files/Authors/Roller/
This is ER, Erotic Romances, issue number 14.12
( ER issue number fourteen. “Runaway Princess” story installment number twelve. )
Arcana: This is update and alter the text version number: 4.0
Date Written: September 2, 2021. Live for the day that censorious Big Tech is dead.
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This has been a presentation of A R S E entertainment.
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Runaway Princess 11
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Victorian style erotica. Reader discretion advised. This is a work of fiction.
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ER 13 Erotic Romances Page a Day Story
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Greatest Evacuation in History
Planned for U.S. when Taliban invades.
by Andrew Roller
When it comes to protecting America, the Bidet Administration isn’t sitting idle. Internal documents, obtained by ARSE, detail Joke Bidet’s plans for “safely evacuating valued immigrants, activists of color, women, and transvestites from America to Saipan.
“When the Taliban invades the homeland, the Bidet Administration will act to ensure that Americans are safe,” the documents state.
ARSE contacted an official in the White House. ( The janitor’s name is being withheld. )
“Obviously, we won’t be taking Trump voters,” the source confided. “Dogs will have to be left behind, along with children. Saipan can’t hold everyone.” The source was asked why Saipan was chosen. “It’s about the size of Delaware, except more intimate,” the source answered. “Joke Bidet knows Delaware.”
A basement is waiting on Saipan for President Bidet’s administration to occupy. “It was built to Hitler standards,” the source assured ARSE.
Runaway Princess
Installment Eleven
Chapter Six ( continued )
She danced with abandon. Her little gloved hands groped Jeff’s big wobbly dick. Katy squeezed his sperm-loaded scrotum. She felt his twinned cupcake hindquarters. The captain, in turn, fondled Katy’s libertine tits. She shrieked when he slapped them. She screamed when he pinched her taut teats. He savored her unplumbed belly’s flat appeal, and her lipped sex’s innie allure - now profusely juicy and K-Y jellied. Jeff smacked Katy’s pert nude behind. She wailed in offended delight. He felt in her hiney’s snug cleft. Jeff sought entry there with his finger. Katy’s poop hole remained nun-tight. The couple laughingly hugged and kissed.
Others joined Jeff and Katy’s lubricious exchanges. Katy howled amid strangers’ fondling and mouthing attention. She strove to respond in kind. Her wet snatch was investigated as she handled and licked others’ privates. All involved uttered impassioned sounds. Katy was kissed, tongued, sucked, nibbled, and even gamely bitten in her most intimate places. This all occurred in a whirlwind of hasty pleasure-seeking. Men’s erections attracted Katy the most. So did their beautifully swollen scrotums. She played amid a forest of impending Niagaras.
Jeff was lasciviously assailed. He gave as good as he got.
A man, too enthused by Katy’s bare charms, ejaculated on her gyrating derriere. The tit-wiggly teen shrieked at his discharge. Strangers’ fingers went to work on the waif. They smeared the ejaculate all over her fanny and in her rear’s furrow. A woman went farther: she anointed the adolescent’s mouth with the cum. Meantime, someone finger-poked the hot jism into Katy’s lubed dell. Katy shrieked under the bone chandeliers.
Such assaults fueled Katy’s ardor. The lubricious melee captured her soul, even as the strangers’ predations snared her dancing pulchritude. Her attachment to the captain was nominal at this point; strangers hemmed her. Yet Jeff’s status bound her even when she was separated from him. Katy’s virginity was, as a rule, respected. Fingers poked in her snug slit with circumspection. All the while, Katy had a license to feel, and orally please, whomever she fancied.
It seemed to the cavalier blonde that a hundred penises were presenting themselves for her notice. Katy had no chance to count the number.
“There was a LOT of ‘em,” she would later say. “Like I was a Uranus.” ( Referring not to the planet, or even to one’s anus, but to feeling like a urinal. ) Katy’s merry mouth and fondling gaiety won her fresh rewards; more men’s discharges splattered her. She soon resembled a girl caught in a cream rainstorm. Her mouth became a spermed mess. Her elf eyes burned with lost ejaculate.
Jeff was, meanwhile, laboring under a host of assaulting females. He fought to retain his load under their divine predations. Katy, still boozed and pot-addled, barely noticed Jeff’s absence. Studs were at her beck and call, and quite pushily. Their rampant erections were at hand wherever she turned.
Guests began copulating on the dance floor. A great looking guy wanted to screw Katy. By instinct rather than any stated agreement, the bosomy waif offered her ass to the stranger. She stooped. Her lemon mane spilled floorward as her bare breasts swung pendant. Katy’s sweet-cheeked bottom accommodatingly rose.
The man fondlingly cupped her pointed tits. Then his hand joined hers, between her split thighs. They guided his dick to her cunny in a joint movement. Katy gasped in excited expectation. Her moment had come - a blue ferret was hers! As was a hard, womb-breaching ride.
The bent-over blonde gasped louder. She did so as the stranger’s boner wedged into her tight snatch. His phallic crown split her lubed lovelips. She felt his huge intruder’s impending power. One solid push would rid her, she was sure, of her cherry.
Katy squirmed with breathless glee. All of her apprehensions vanished. For thirteen years, since she’d popped into existence, she’d carried the precious chalice of her virginity. Now, as an eighth grader, she’d join the ranks of mature adult women!
Abruptly, the waif gave a boob-shuddering scream. She didn’t recognize the Oobatian ambassador as he stood staring at her. She did, however, recognize the staring woman beside him. Katy’s teacher was way too familiar. It was Miss Edurp!
End of “Runaway Princess”, installment eleven.
My “page-a-day” installments bear no relation to the story’s chapter number.
AND IN THE END…
“You cannot have a self-governing country in which people aren’t allowed to read what they want. A free press is not an optional feature of a democracy, it’s the center of democracy. That’s obvious. It’s written down in our founding documents.”
- Tucker Carlson.
Source: Tucker Carlson, Tucker Carlson Tonight. August 2021. ( From a video at foxnews ( dot ) com. The videos at foxnews ( dot ) com are undated. ) ( Which totally pisses me off. )
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Copyright 2021 by Andrew L. Roller. ER, Erotic Romances, and ARSE, Andrew Roller Stories and Essays, are trademarks of Andrew L. Roller.
I am https://andrewroller.wordpress.com
Vintage posts by me are at https://asstr.org/files/Authors/Roller/
This is ER, Erotic Romances, issue number 13.11
( ER issue number thirteen. “Runaway Princess” story installment number eleven. )
Arcana: This is update and alter the text version number: 3.0
Date Written: September 2, 2021. Live for the day that censorious Big Tech is dead.
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This has been a presentation of A R S E entertainment.
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Victorian style erotica. Reader discretion advised. This is a work of fiction.
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ER 13 Erotic Romances Page a Day Story
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Greatest Evacuation in History
Planned for U.S. when Taliban invades.
by Andrew Roller
When it comes to protecting America, the Bidet Administration isn’t sitting idle. Internal documents, obtained by ARSE, detail Joke Bidet’s plans for “safely evacuating valued immigrants, activists of color, women, and transvestites from America to Saipan.
“When the Taliban invades the homeland, the Bidet Administration will act to ensure that Americans are safe,” the documents state.
ARSE contacted an official in the White House. ( The janitor’s name is being withheld. )
“Obviously, we won’t be taking Trump voters,” the source confided. “Dogs will have to be left behind, along with children. Saipan can’t hold everyone.” The source was asked why Saipan was chosen. “It’s about the size of Delaware, except more intimate,” the source answered. “Joke Bidet knows Delaware.”
A basement is waiting on Saipan for President Bidet’s administration to occupy. “It was built to Hitler standards,” the source assured ARSE.
Runaway Princess
Installment Eleven
Chapter Six ( continued )
She danced with abandon. Her little gloved hands groped Jeff’s big wobbly dick. Katy squeezed his sperm-loaded scrotum. She felt his twinned cupcake hindquarters. The captain, in turn, fondled Katy’s libertine tits. She shrieked when he slapped them. She screamed when he pinched her taut teats. He savored her unplumbed belly’s flat appeal, and her lipped sex’s innie allure - now profusely juicy and K-Y jellied. Jeff smacked Katy’s pert nude behind. She wailed in offended delight. He felt in her hiney’s snug cleft. Jeff sought entry there with his finger. Katy’s poop hole remained nun-tight. The couple laughingly hugged and kissed.
Others joined Jeff and Katy’s lubricious exchanges. Katy howled amid strangers’ fondling and mouthing attention. She strove to respond in kind. Her wet snatch was investigated as she handled and licked others’ privates. All involved uttered impassioned sounds. Katy was kissed, tongued, sucked, nibbled, and even gamely bitten in her most intimate places. This all occurred in a whirlwind of hasty pleasure-seeking. Men’s erections attracted Katy the most. So did their beautifully swollen scrotums. She played amid a forest of impending Niagaras.
Jeff was lasciviously assailed. He gave as good as he got.
A man, too enthused by Katy’s bare charms, ejaculated on her gyrating derriere. The tit-wiggly teen shrieked at his discharge. Strangers’ fingers went to work on the waif. They smeared the ejaculate all over her fanny and in her rear’s furrow. A woman went farther: she anointed the adolescent’s mouth with the cum. Meantime, someone finger-poked the hot jism into Katy’s lubed dell. Katy shrieked under the bone chandeliers.
Such assaults fueled Katy’s ardor. The lubricious melee captured her soul, even as the strangers’ predations snared her dancing pulchritude. Her attachment to the captain was nominal at this point; strangers hemmed her. Yet Jeff’s status bound her even when she was separated from him. Katy’s virginity was, as a rule, respected. Fingers poked in her snug slit with circumspection. All the while, Katy had a license to feel, and orally please, whomever she fancied.
It seemed to the cavalier blonde that a hundred penises were presenting themselves for her notice. Katy had no chance to count the number.
“There was a LOT of ‘em,” she would later say. “Like I was a Uranus.” ( Referring not to the planet, or even to one’s anus, but to feeling like a urinal. ) Katy’s merry mouth and fondling gaiety won her fresh rewards; more men’s discharges splattered her. She soon resembled a girl caught in a cream rainstorm. Her mouth became a spermed mess. Her elf eyes burned with lost ejaculate.
Jeff was, meanwhile, laboring under a host of assaulting females. He fought to retain his load under their divine predations. Katy, still boozed and pot-addled, barely noticed Jeff’s absence. Studs were at her beck and call, and quite pushily. Their rampant erections were at hand wherever she turned.
Guests began copulating on the dance floor. A great looking guy wanted to screw Katy. By instinct rather than any stated agreement, the bosomy waif offered her ass to the stranger. She stooped. Her lemon mane spilled floorward as her bare breasts swung pendant. Katy’s sweet-cheeked bottom accommodatingly rose.
The man fondlingly cupped her pointed tits. Then his hand joined hers, between her split thighs. They guided his dick to her cunny in a joint movement. Katy gasped in excited expectation. Her moment had come - a blue ferret was hers! As was a hard, womb-breaching ride.
The bent-over blonde gasped louder. She did so as the stranger’s boner wedged into her tight snatch. His phallic crown split her lubed lovelips. She felt his huge intruder’s impending power. One solid push would rid her, she was sure, of her cherry.
Katy squirmed with breathless glee. All of her apprehensions vanished. For thirteen years, since she’d popped into existence, she’d carried the precious chalice of her virginity. Now, as an eighth grader, she’d join the ranks of mature adult women!
Abruptly, the waif gave a boob-shuddering scream. She didn’t recognize the Oobatian ambassador as he stood staring at her. She did, however, recognize the staring woman beside him. Katy’s teacher was way too familiar. It was Miss Edurp!
End of “Runaway Princess”, installment eleven.
My “page-a-day” installments bear no relation to the story’s chapter number.
AND IN THE END…
“You cannot have a self-governing country in which people aren’t allowed to read what they want. A free press is not an optional feature of a democracy, it’s the center of democracy. That’s obvious. It’s written down in our founding documents.”
- Tucker Carlson.
Source: Tucker Carlson, Tucker Carlson Tonight. August 2021. ( From a video at foxnews ( dot ) com. The videos at foxnews ( dot ) com are undated. ) ( Which totally pisses me off. )
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Copyright 2021 by Andrew L. Roller. ER, Erotic Romances, and ARSE, Andrew Roller Stories and Essays, are trademarks of Andrew L. Roller.
I am https://andrewroller.wordpress.com
Vintage posts by me are at https://asstr.org/files/Authors/Roller/
This is ER, Erotic Romances, issue number 13.11
( ER issue number thirteen. “Runaway Princess” story installment number eleven. )
Arcana: This is update and alter the text version number: 3.0
Date Written: September 2, 2021. Live for the day that censorious Big Tech is dead.
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This has been a presentation of A R S E entertainment.
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Runaway Princess 10
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Victorian style erotica. Reader discretion advised. This is a work of fiction.
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ER 12 Erotic Romances Page a Day Story
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Runaway Princess
Installment Ten
Chapter Six ( continued )
Jeff assented to the ambassador’s request. He took Katy’s gloved hand. The blonde accompanied him into the hold. Cerberus trotted alongside, then proudly ahead of, Ambassador Gnaf.
The hold’s gloaming interior had once been an engine room The decommissioned space remained cluttered with old, abandoned equipment. The music that had drawn Katy acquired a haunting tone. The tit-wiggly waif hugged Frosty close as she clung to Jeff’s hand. He threaded his way with her and Victoria through the disordered room.
“Be careful,” the ambassador warned. Since the room’s decommissioning, little had been done to tidy it. Katy, stepping along in her stilettos, still boozed and stoned, found herself amid sharp-edged machinery and dangerous looking equipment. Broken glass was scattered in places, along with the odd bit of rubbish. The music’s lure kept her from fleeing. So did Jeff’s grip on her white-gloved hand.
The music, and Jeff’s touch, helped ease Katy’s feeling that she was somehow spotlit in the gloom. Not by light, but by the attention of innumerable staring eyes. Alien eyes. The gazes of faces that she wouldn’t want to encounter; perhaps beings who saw without recognizable faces! The busty, bedroom-attired girl shuddered.
The trio, led by Cerberus, closed on another entrance. It consisted of paired mahogany doors. These parted. Cerberus slipped beyond them. Victoria sashayed through the entrance. Jeff, moving with confidence, brought hip-wriggly Katy.
The bowtied, bare-bottomed blonde gasped. This new space was unlike what she’d just passed through. A posh, chandeliered lobby gave onto an opulent ballroom. Formally attired guests mingled. They were attended upon by liveried staff. The eerie music commingled with their conversations. A central dance floor was bordered by furnishings. These lay in a warren of alcoves separated by ornately carved columns, groomed plants, and even a champagne-fed waterfall. Scattered statues of small nude boys pissed alcohol.
A yelp burst from the bosomy waif. Dismembered babies hung from the chandeliered ceiling. Resembling refuse from an abortionist’s mill, the babies were in fact plastic dolls. Their big eyes balefully stared.
The ballroom’s chandeliers were assemblages of bone. They included socket-eyed skulls, human and non. Their light was scattered by shards of glass. These, from broken bottles, were dominated by hues of viridescent green, ice, and turd brown.
Suspended among the strung-up infants were balloons. Milk-laden, they came in two shapes. One evoked an oversized, pendant penis. The other resembled a well-rounded tit. The balloons bore flesh shades.
The ballroom’s walls were mirrored. Engraved on the reflective surfaces were a host of scenes. These ranged from depictions of intimate lovemaking to cruel public executions.
Gay flowers decked the majority of the plants. Their verdant odors mingled with that of expensive cologne and perfume. The crowd hushed as Victoria wafted into the room. She was accompanied by groin-pronging Jeff, and wet-slitted Katy. Cerberus relieved himself on a plant-bearing pot.
The music ebbed.
“Pleiades’ captain honors us with his presence,” Victoria announced. “He brings us Princess Fairmount of Oobat.” The crowd approved. Katy flushed to her jug bosoms’ points. Feeling transfixed by the strangers’ gazing faces, she pressed Frosty to her lubed snatch. Her bunny’s fur tickled her cunny. Katy juiced her rabbit where this occurred.
The partiers surrounded Victoria and her newfound companions. Katy shivered despite the room’s warmth. Her young curves were admired. Not gawked upon, but smoothly assessed. Her cherry-proclaiming ferret drew multiple remarks - some lewd. She blushed more.
Jeff was regarded with reverence. His tall, muscular body met the throng’s every expectation. His risen groin captured the attention of all.
“You’ll join us?” Victoria asked Jeff.
“I’d have difficulty saying no,” he replied, his dick eager for liberation.
“Then we’ll begin,” Victoria said. She started, with others’ help, to undress. Jeff joined the partiers in stripping.
Boob-wobbly Katy squealed. All about her, people discarded their clothes. Many revealed themselves to be in bondage outfits under their formalwear. The outfits followed a rule: all bared one’s privates. Katy found herself amid pin-up nudity. A thicket of erect, drool-prone penises aimed her way.
Guests helped Pleiades’ captain out of his clothing. This included the loss of his holstered gun. Staffers scurried to collect the discarded items. Jeff’s cock stemmed with spear-like menace. Katy shrieked at its flexing strength, and his sperm-heavy scrotum.
Jeff seized the small blonde. She dropped Frosty as he kissed her rouged, blushing cheeks.
“Dance with me,” Jeff ordered Katy. The music had returned. It did so, now, as a hit tune.
The bared crowd began to writhe to the sounds. Their dancing was orgiastic. Staffers distributed squirt tubes of edible lube. A woman, naked except for scant bondage wear, squirted Jeff’s throbbing cock with K-Y. Jeff gave a chuckling shout. Katy, wide-eyed, squealed. She joined the woman in rubbing the lube all over Jeff’s swollen phallus and balls.
The tit-wiggly waif was next to be lubed. “Hold still,” Jeff urged her. Katy laughingly cocked her stockinged knees wide. She offered, if blushingly, her bare hips. Katy fingered apart her tight snatch. Jeff jabbed the tube’s business end there. The bow-adorned blonde shrieked. A giddy wail burst from her as Jeff jetted K-Y into her virgin vulva. The lube carried a cherry scent.
He didn’t stop there. Katy squealed as Jeff squirted her high, heavy breasts. The princess hefted her tits to receive more of the lube. As it spurted onto her bosoms’ rondure, especially onto her erect nipples, Jeff’s big penis wetly jabbed her taut belly.
He turned her doll-slender figure. Jeff shoved the tube between Katy’s neatly rounded hind cheeks.
“What?! No!” she howled. Jeff nailed her tight butthole. Katy’s bottom wriggled against the in-pressing tube. Her puckered rosette surrendered. Katy’s eyes popped wide along with her mouth. She keened to the hanged babies as lube squirted deeply into her rectum.
The captain wasn’t done. He brought the tube from Katy’s ass, now dripping K-Y, to her mouth. Katy howled as he made her take a generous helping of lube in her wet oral redoubt. The stuff ran from her lips as it dripped from her pointed tits. It oozed from her cooch and her violated anus.
End of “Runaway Princess”, installment ten.
My “page-a-day” installments bear no relation to the story’s chapter number.
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Copyright 2021 by Andrew L. Roller. ER, Erotic Romances, and ARSE, Andrew Roller Stories and Essays, are trademarks of Andrew L. Roller.
I am https://andrewroller.wordpress.com
Vintage posts by me are at https://asstr.org/files/Authors/Roller/
This is ER, Erotic Romances, issue number 12.10
( ER issue number twelve. “Runaway Princess” story installment number ten. )
Arcana: This is update and alter the text version number: 2.0
Date Written: September 1, 2021. Live for the day that censorious Big Tech is dead.
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This has been a presentation of A R S E entertainment.
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Victorian style erotica. Reader discretion advised. This is a work of fiction.
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ER 12 Erotic Romances Page a Day Story
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Runaway Princess
Installment Ten
Chapter Six ( continued )
Jeff assented to the ambassador’s request. He took Katy’s gloved hand. The blonde accompanied him into the hold. Cerberus trotted alongside, then proudly ahead of, Ambassador Gnaf.
The hold’s gloaming interior had once been an engine room The decommissioned space remained cluttered with old, abandoned equipment. The music that had drawn Katy acquired a haunting tone. The tit-wiggly waif hugged Frosty close as she clung to Jeff’s hand. He threaded his way with her and Victoria through the disordered room.
“Be careful,” the ambassador warned. Since the room’s decommissioning, little had been done to tidy it. Katy, stepping along in her stilettos, still boozed and stoned, found herself amid sharp-edged machinery and dangerous looking equipment. Broken glass was scattered in places, along with the odd bit of rubbish. The music’s lure kept her from fleeing. So did Jeff’s grip on her white-gloved hand.
The music, and Jeff’s touch, helped ease Katy’s feeling that she was somehow spotlit in the gloom. Not by light, but by the attention of innumerable staring eyes. Alien eyes. The gazes of faces that she wouldn’t want to encounter; perhaps beings who saw without recognizable faces! The busty, bedroom-attired girl shuddered.
The trio, led by Cerberus, closed on another entrance. It consisted of paired mahogany doors. These parted. Cerberus slipped beyond them. Victoria sashayed through the entrance. Jeff, moving with confidence, brought hip-wriggly Katy.
The bowtied, bare-bottomed blonde gasped. This new space was unlike what she’d just passed through. A posh, chandeliered lobby gave onto an opulent ballroom. Formally attired guests mingled. They were attended upon by liveried staff. The eerie music commingled with their conversations. A central dance floor was bordered by furnishings. These lay in a warren of alcoves separated by ornately carved columns, groomed plants, and even a champagne-fed waterfall. Scattered statues of small nude boys pissed alcohol.
A yelp burst from the bosomy waif. Dismembered babies hung from the chandeliered ceiling. Resembling refuse from an abortionist’s mill, the babies were in fact plastic dolls. Their big eyes balefully stared.
The ballroom’s chandeliers were assemblages of bone. They included socket-eyed skulls, human and non. Their light was scattered by shards of glass. These, from broken bottles, were dominated by hues of viridescent green, ice, and turd brown.
Suspended among the strung-up infants were balloons. Milk-laden, they came in two shapes. One evoked an oversized, pendant penis. The other resembled a well-rounded tit. The balloons bore flesh shades.
The ballroom’s walls were mirrored. Engraved on the reflective surfaces were a host of scenes. These ranged from depictions of intimate lovemaking to cruel public executions.
Gay flowers decked the majority of the plants. Their verdant odors mingled with that of expensive cologne and perfume. The crowd hushed as Victoria wafted into the room. She was accompanied by groin-pronging Jeff, and wet-slitted Katy. Cerberus relieved himself on a plant-bearing pot.
The music ebbed.
“Pleiades’ captain honors us with his presence,” Victoria announced. “He brings us Princess Fairmount of Oobat.” The crowd approved. Katy flushed to her jug bosoms’ points. Feeling transfixed by the strangers’ gazing faces, she pressed Frosty to her lubed snatch. Her bunny’s fur tickled her cunny. Katy juiced her rabbit where this occurred.
The partiers surrounded Victoria and her newfound companions. Katy shivered despite the room’s warmth. Her young curves were admired. Not gawked upon, but smoothly assessed. Her cherry-proclaiming ferret drew multiple remarks - some lewd. She blushed more.
Jeff was regarded with reverence. His tall, muscular body met the throng’s every expectation. His risen groin captured the attention of all.
“You’ll join us?” Victoria asked Jeff.
“I’d have difficulty saying no,” he replied, his dick eager for liberation.
“Then we’ll begin,” Victoria said. She started, with others’ help, to undress. Jeff joined the partiers in stripping.
Boob-wobbly Katy squealed. All about her, people discarded their clothes. Many revealed themselves to be in bondage outfits under their formalwear. The outfits followed a rule: all bared one’s privates. Katy found herself amid pin-up nudity. A thicket of erect, drool-prone penises aimed her way.
Guests helped Pleiades’ captain out of his clothing. This included the loss of his holstered gun. Staffers scurried to collect the discarded items. Jeff’s cock stemmed with spear-like menace. Katy shrieked at its flexing strength, and his sperm-heavy scrotum.
Jeff seized the small blonde. She dropped Frosty as he kissed her rouged, blushing cheeks.
“Dance with me,” Jeff ordered Katy. The music had returned. It did so, now, as a hit tune.
The bared crowd began to writhe to the sounds. Their dancing was orgiastic. Staffers distributed squirt tubes of edible lube. A woman, naked except for scant bondage wear, squirted Jeff’s throbbing cock with K-Y. Jeff gave a chuckling shout. Katy, wide-eyed, squealed. She joined the woman in rubbing the lube all over Jeff’s swollen phallus and balls.
The tit-wiggly waif was next to be lubed. “Hold still,” Jeff urged her. Katy laughingly cocked her stockinged knees wide. She offered, if blushingly, her bare hips. Katy fingered apart her tight snatch. Jeff jabbed the tube’s business end there. The bow-adorned blonde shrieked. A giddy wail burst from her as Jeff jetted K-Y into her virgin vulva. The lube carried a cherry scent.
He didn’t stop there. Katy squealed as Jeff squirted her high, heavy breasts. The princess hefted her tits to receive more of the lube. As it spurted onto her bosoms’ rondure, especially onto her erect nipples, Jeff’s big penis wetly jabbed her taut belly.
He turned her doll-slender figure. Jeff shoved the tube between Katy’s neatly rounded hind cheeks.
“What?! No!” she howled. Jeff nailed her tight butthole. Katy’s bottom wriggled against the in-pressing tube. Her puckered rosette surrendered. Katy’s eyes popped wide along with her mouth. She keened to the hanged babies as lube squirted deeply into her rectum.
The captain wasn’t done. He brought the tube from Katy’s ass, now dripping K-Y, to her mouth. Katy howled as he made her take a generous helping of lube in her wet oral redoubt. The stuff ran from her lips as it dripped from her pointed tits. It oozed from her cooch and her violated anus.
End of “Runaway Princess”, installment ten.
My “page-a-day” installments bear no relation to the story’s chapter number.
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Copyright 2021 by Andrew L. Roller. ER, Erotic Romances, and ARSE, Andrew Roller Stories and Essays, are trademarks of Andrew L. Roller.
I am https://andrewroller.wordpress.com
Vintage posts by me are at https://asstr.org/files/Authors/Roller/
This is ER, Erotic Romances, issue number 12.10
( ER issue number twelve. “Runaway Princess” story installment number ten. )
Arcana: This is update and alter the text version number: 2.0
Date Written: September 1, 2021. Live for the day that censorious Big Tech is dead.
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This has been a presentation of A R S E entertainment.
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Runaway Princess 9
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Victorian style erotica. Reader discretion advised. This is a work of fiction.
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ER 11 Erotic Romances Page a Day Story
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Runaway Princess
Installment Nine
Chapter Six
Jeff exited Tail-Ender with Katy. An electric taxi had brought them. Katy had ridden in it perched on Jeff’s lap. His roused cock had wedged in her plump fanny’s furrow.
The cab remained at Jeff’s service. Its driver, exiting the car, was eager to help Katy into it. He’d done the same in the hanger. There, he’d gropingly fondled Katy’s creamy, cleft rear. She’d answered his impudence with a slap. Jeff and David would have punched the cabbie. However, tit-wiggly Katy had stopped them. She’d told them that Frosty was against violence.
Jeff’s glare checked whatever misdeeds the driver might harbor now. Katy, about to accede to the cabbie’s assistance, saw a parked bicycle. The roadster was one of a number of bikes scattered about Pleiades. They were available for anyone’s use.
The bike was a junior-sized girls’ model. It was painted in pastel colors. Glittery streamers, in rainbow shades, trailed off the ends of its handlebars. A headlamp was mounted at its handlebars’ center. A blue-dyed Angora basket fronted the bike. Its saddle seat was sheathed in blue-hued rabbit fur.
A man’s roadster stood nearby. Its saddle seat was black leather, its frame’s colors shades of grey.
“Let’s bike to your place!” the ponytailed waif told Jeff. The captain agreed. The cabbie found himself unwanted. He departed mumbling against “your place or mine” applying to “a 10-year-old.”
Katy went in her ivory heels to the girls’ bike. Her tight-cheeked bottom moved with quick girlish jerks. Katy’s hips had yet to acquire a woman’s seductive roll. She plopped Frosty upright in her bike’s basket. As she petted her rabbit, Jeff moved to help her mount up.
The captain palmed Katy’s peach-plump behind. She, squealing, split her thighs to climb on her bike.
“Know what?” she asked Jeff. The bow-adorned blonde had no objection to his groping hand. Her pert hinds surged to his touch.
“What?”
“Gramma always warned me against biking.”
“Why?”
The boob-wobbly waif giggled. Blushing to her breasts’ febrile tips, Katy said,
“Gramma was worried I’d bust my cherry.”
Her puff-lipped crotch met the bike’s seat.
“Ooooh!” the blonde gasped. The fur pricked her juice-brimming vulva. Katy gaspingly settled on the bike. Her cuntlips splurged on the Angora seat. She wet it with her concupiscent juices.
Jeff laughed with Katy about her hymenal remark. The teen’s blue eyes brimmed with libidinous mischief.
Jeff mounted his bike. It had no handlebar streamers, but it did have a front headlamp and straw basket. He’d already consigned his whip to the basket. Katy drew her bike alongside his. Peering into his basket, she saw the coiled whip.
“Mine has a bunny,” she said of her basket. “And yours has a snake,” she said of Jeff’s. Katy giggled.
“My snake will bite if you stare at it,” Jeff gibed. Katy showed him the flat of her pink tongue. It sparkled with her saliva.
“My snake,” she told Jeff of her tongue, “will give you a licking!” the tit-wiggly waif giggled more.
“A loo should treat her captain with respect,” Jeff observed.
“Oh, why?” Katy asked, sassily.
“Because otherwise, you might get busted,” Jeff answered. “Specifically, between your legs.”
Katy stuck one of her thumbs to her mane-draped ear. Shooting the fingers of that hand upright, she vigorously wiggled them at Jeff.
“N’yahhh!” Katy cried. Her tongue, curling down from her mouth, displayed its silken wet flatness yet more.
She bolted ahead on her bicycle. Her gold tresses flowed in her quick-pedaling wake. Katy gaspingly shrieked at her cooch’s contact with her bicycle seat. Its warm pricking threatened to gift her with an orgasmic release. That would really wet her Angora seat!
Jeff chased her. He found himself with a fine view of the bosomy teen’s bare bottom.
Katy’s firm yet quivery hind cheeks ardently pumped. She didn’t, however, exert herself to the absolute fullest. Katy and Jeff were soon pacing each other. Katy, and her luring nude fanny, led. Jeff followed. His phallus was a trouser-held spear.
They passed along corridors and through rooms and galleries. Sometimes, Katy found herself at a dead end. Jeff required her to negotiate her way past him. She was made to promise him a goodnight hug the first time this happened. Katy readily committed to that.
Jeff, however, never lowered his price. It kept going up.
“If you want by me this time,” he told Katy, at a later encounter, “You’ll have to agree to be spanked.”
“Now?”
“You want it now?”
“No!”
“In bed, then,” Jeff told her. “At my place.”
Katy flushed.
Recovering, she asked:
“Will you spank hard?”
“Yes.”
Katy’s slim bowtied throat gulped.
“Okay.”
“Good,” Jeff replied. He made to let her by. “Move your ass.”
“What if I get trapped again?”
“We’ll reach a deal regarding my whip,” the captain said.
Katy’s tits joggled as she gulped again.
“I’m gonna have a very sore bottom!”
“So, give me your cherry instead.”
That got Jeff a tongue fart.
The captain allowed Katy to pass. Her hind cheeks pumping with renewed effort, she pedaled off.
Frosty was no longer upright in Katy’s basket. Her bunny, angled to one side, gazed Sphinx-like on the world. The stocking-legged blonde heard music. She followed the sound. Jeff tailed her pertly plump derriere.
The music was classical. Harboring contrapuntal melodies, it spoke to sophisticated tastes. Katy’s favorite song was the pop tune, “Sharkbait Baby”. The sounds she heard now were nothing like it! She rode to the music’s source anyhow.
Katy came to a gasping, boob-juddery halt. She found herself facing a large metal door. It stood shut in a steel frame. Two uniformed guards were before it. Katy gaspingly recognized one of the guards. He’d tried to kidnap her on the bridge! Jeff had shot the man’s partner.
The guard averted his gaze from Katy now. His new companion gawked at the boudoir-adorned teen.
The colonel rode up beside Katy. His arrival kept the cowed guard’s eyes submissive.
“Look!” Katy gasped, of their former assailant. Jeff chuckled.
“I wonder if Regina knows he’s moonlighting,” the colonel said of the man. He was no longer in the splendid garb of Regina’s bodyguard. The guard, like his companion, wore the somber uniform of the Nacluv embassy’s security team.
Pleiades housed embassies from across the galaxy. Oobat, Katy’s homeworld, was represented by a single person. Nacluv’s presence was larger.
The metal door swung inward. A twilit hold was dimly revealed. The door’s movement unsettled the guards. They drew their weapons with fearful looks. Simultaneously, Katy gave a delighted, tit-wiggly squeal. She did so in response to a French bulldog. The little beast jumped from the dusk-like hold. It was Stygian black.
The dog made a beeline for Katy and Pleiades’ captain. Jeff put a hand on his holstered pistol. He stood ready, astride his bike, to gun the dog down.
Bare-assed Katy abandoned her bike. It clattered to the floor, Frosty tumbling from its basket, as she moved to meet the dog. The creature raced up to her. Katy, gloved and stockinged, her nude bosoms jostling, knelt to the playful beast. She petted and fondled it with glee. The male dog slurped her bare stiff-nippled breasts. Katy shrieked. She managed to rise as the dog tried to mount her naked cleft rear.
“Cerberus!” a woman called. She did so emerging from the crepuscule hold. The buxom lady wore a glittery V-neck ballgown. It was pale violet. Her luxurious mane, pinned high, was licorice black. She was pale as a moon-drenched lake. Her black leather boots clicked on the floor at an unhurried pace.
Cerberus left Katy at his mistress’ voice. He returned swiftly to the woman. Jeff dismounted from his bike. Katy snatched up her rabbit.
The bare-bottomed blonde huddled close by Jeff as she cradled Frosty. Cerberus sniffed about Katy’s heeled feet. Victoria Gnaf kept her dog restrained with an occasional sharp word; her attention was mostly on Jeff.
“We’re just getting started, captain,” Victoria purred. “Nacluv rise late.” The ambassador was hosting a post-midnight soiree. She regarded Jeff’s trousered groin. It was tenting rudely at her. “You must come,” Ambassador Gnaf insisted.
“And who is the young lady?” Victoria asked, her imperious look capturing bosomy Katy. Jeff introduced the princess. Katy, her bared fingers meeting Victoria’s in a brief handshake, shivered. Her breasts’ points stiffened more.
“You’re cold!” Katy gasped. Victoria chuckled.
“I wouldn’t be a Nacluv if I wasn’t,” she answered, her tone gently condescending. “You must come too.”
End of “Runaway Princess”, installment nine.
My “page-a-day” installments bear no relation to the story’s chapter number.
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Copyright 2021 by Andrew L. Roller. ER, Erotic Romances, and ARSE, Andrew Roller Stories and Essays, are trademarks of Andrew L. Roller.
I am https://andrewroller.wordpress.com
Vintage posts by me are at https://asstr.org/files/Authors/Roller/
This is ER, Erotic Romances, issue number 11.9
( ER issue number eleven. “Runaway Princess” story installment number nine. )
Arcana: This is update and alter the text version number: 1.0
Date Written: September 1, 2021. Live for the day that censorious Big Tech is dead.
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This has been a presentation of A R S E entertainment.
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Victorian style erotica. Reader discretion advised. This is a work of fiction.
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ER 11 Erotic Romances Page a Day Story
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Runaway Princess
Installment Nine
Chapter Six
Jeff exited Tail-Ender with Katy. An electric taxi had brought them. Katy had ridden in it perched on Jeff’s lap. His roused cock had wedged in her plump fanny’s furrow.
The cab remained at Jeff’s service. Its driver, exiting the car, was eager to help Katy into it. He’d done the same in the hanger. There, he’d gropingly fondled Katy’s creamy, cleft rear. She’d answered his impudence with a slap. Jeff and David would have punched the cabbie. However, tit-wiggly Katy had stopped them. She’d told them that Frosty was against violence.
Jeff’s glare checked whatever misdeeds the driver might harbor now. Katy, about to accede to the cabbie’s assistance, saw a parked bicycle. The roadster was one of a number of bikes scattered about Pleiades. They were available for anyone’s use.
The bike was a junior-sized girls’ model. It was painted in pastel colors. Glittery streamers, in rainbow shades, trailed off the ends of its handlebars. A headlamp was mounted at its handlebars’ center. A blue-dyed Angora basket fronted the bike. Its saddle seat was sheathed in blue-hued rabbit fur.
A man’s roadster stood nearby. Its saddle seat was black leather, its frame’s colors shades of grey.
“Let’s bike to your place!” the ponytailed waif told Jeff. The captain agreed. The cabbie found himself unwanted. He departed mumbling against “your place or mine” applying to “a 10-year-old.”
Katy went in her ivory heels to the girls’ bike. Her tight-cheeked bottom moved with quick girlish jerks. Katy’s hips had yet to acquire a woman’s seductive roll. She plopped Frosty upright in her bike’s basket. As she petted her rabbit, Jeff moved to help her mount up.
The captain palmed Katy’s peach-plump behind. She, squealing, split her thighs to climb on her bike.
“Know what?” she asked Jeff. The bow-adorned blonde had no objection to his groping hand. Her pert hinds surged to his touch.
“What?”
“Gramma always warned me against biking.”
“Why?”
The boob-wobbly waif giggled. Blushing to her breasts’ febrile tips, Katy said,
“Gramma was worried I’d bust my cherry.”
Her puff-lipped crotch met the bike’s seat.
“Ooooh!” the blonde gasped. The fur pricked her juice-brimming vulva. Katy gaspingly settled on the bike. Her cuntlips splurged on the Angora seat. She wet it with her concupiscent juices.
Jeff laughed with Katy about her hymenal remark. The teen’s blue eyes brimmed with libidinous mischief.
Jeff mounted his bike. It had no handlebar streamers, but it did have a front headlamp and straw basket. He’d already consigned his whip to the basket. Katy drew her bike alongside his. Peering into his basket, she saw the coiled whip.
“Mine has a bunny,” she said of her basket. “And yours has a snake,” she said of Jeff’s. Katy giggled.
“My snake will bite if you stare at it,” Jeff gibed. Katy showed him the flat of her pink tongue. It sparkled with her saliva.
“My snake,” she told Jeff of her tongue, “will give you a licking!” the tit-wiggly waif giggled more.
“A loo should treat her captain with respect,” Jeff observed.
“Oh, why?” Katy asked, sassily.
“Because otherwise, you might get busted,” Jeff answered. “Specifically, between your legs.”
Katy stuck one of her thumbs to her mane-draped ear. Shooting the fingers of that hand upright, she vigorously wiggled them at Jeff.
“N’yahhh!” Katy cried. Her tongue, curling down from her mouth, displayed its silken wet flatness yet more.
She bolted ahead on her bicycle. Her gold tresses flowed in her quick-pedaling wake. Katy gaspingly shrieked at her cooch’s contact with her bicycle seat. Its warm pricking threatened to gift her with an orgasmic release. That would really wet her Angora seat!
Jeff chased her. He found himself with a fine view of the bosomy teen’s bare bottom.
Katy’s firm yet quivery hind cheeks ardently pumped. She didn’t, however, exert herself to the absolute fullest. Katy and Jeff were soon pacing each other. Katy, and her luring nude fanny, led. Jeff followed. His phallus was a trouser-held spear.
They passed along corridors and through rooms and galleries. Sometimes, Katy found herself at a dead end. Jeff required her to negotiate her way past him. She was made to promise him a goodnight hug the first time this happened. Katy readily committed to that.
Jeff, however, never lowered his price. It kept going up.
“If you want by me this time,” he told Katy, at a later encounter, “You’ll have to agree to be spanked.”
“Now?”
“You want it now?”
“No!”
“In bed, then,” Jeff told her. “At my place.”
Katy flushed.
Recovering, she asked:
“Will you spank hard?”
“Yes.”
Katy’s slim bowtied throat gulped.
“Okay.”
“Good,” Jeff replied. He made to let her by. “Move your ass.”
“What if I get trapped again?”
“We’ll reach a deal regarding my whip,” the captain said.
Katy’s tits joggled as she gulped again.
“I’m gonna have a very sore bottom!”
“So, give me your cherry instead.”
That got Jeff a tongue fart.
The captain allowed Katy to pass. Her hind cheeks pumping with renewed effort, she pedaled off.
Frosty was no longer upright in Katy’s basket. Her bunny, angled to one side, gazed Sphinx-like on the world. The stocking-legged blonde heard music. She followed the sound. Jeff tailed her pertly plump derriere.
The music was classical. Harboring contrapuntal melodies, it spoke to sophisticated tastes. Katy’s favorite song was the pop tune, “Sharkbait Baby”. The sounds she heard now were nothing like it! She rode to the music’s source anyhow.
Katy came to a gasping, boob-juddery halt. She found herself facing a large metal door. It stood shut in a steel frame. Two uniformed guards were before it. Katy gaspingly recognized one of the guards. He’d tried to kidnap her on the bridge! Jeff had shot the man’s partner.
The guard averted his gaze from Katy now. His new companion gawked at the boudoir-adorned teen.
The colonel rode up beside Katy. His arrival kept the cowed guard’s eyes submissive.
“Look!” Katy gasped, of their former assailant. Jeff chuckled.
“I wonder if Regina knows he’s moonlighting,” the colonel said of the man. He was no longer in the splendid garb of Regina’s bodyguard. The guard, like his companion, wore the somber uniform of the Nacluv embassy’s security team.
Pleiades housed embassies from across the galaxy. Oobat, Katy’s homeworld, was represented by a single person. Nacluv’s presence was larger.
The metal door swung inward. A twilit hold was dimly revealed. The door’s movement unsettled the guards. They drew their weapons with fearful looks. Simultaneously, Katy gave a delighted, tit-wiggly squeal. She did so in response to a French bulldog. The little beast jumped from the dusk-like hold. It was Stygian black.
The dog made a beeline for Katy and Pleiades’ captain. Jeff put a hand on his holstered pistol. He stood ready, astride his bike, to gun the dog down.
Bare-assed Katy abandoned her bike. It clattered to the floor, Frosty tumbling from its basket, as she moved to meet the dog. The creature raced up to her. Katy, gloved and stockinged, her nude bosoms jostling, knelt to the playful beast. She petted and fondled it with glee. The male dog slurped her bare stiff-nippled breasts. Katy shrieked. She managed to rise as the dog tried to mount her naked cleft rear.
“Cerberus!” a woman called. She did so emerging from the crepuscule hold. The buxom lady wore a glittery V-neck ballgown. It was pale violet. Her luxurious mane, pinned high, was licorice black. She was pale as a moon-drenched lake. Her black leather boots clicked on the floor at an unhurried pace.
Cerberus left Katy at his mistress’ voice. He returned swiftly to the woman. Jeff dismounted from his bike. Katy snatched up her rabbit.
The bare-bottomed blonde huddled close by Jeff as she cradled Frosty. Cerberus sniffed about Katy’s heeled feet. Victoria Gnaf kept her dog restrained with an occasional sharp word; her attention was mostly on Jeff.
“We’re just getting started, captain,” Victoria purred. “Nacluv rise late.” The ambassador was hosting a post-midnight soiree. She regarded Jeff’s trousered groin. It was tenting rudely at her. “You must come,” Ambassador Gnaf insisted.
“And who is the young lady?” Victoria asked, her imperious look capturing bosomy Katy. Jeff introduced the princess. Katy, her bared fingers meeting Victoria’s in a brief handshake, shivered. Her breasts’ points stiffened more.
“You’re cold!” Katy gasped. Victoria chuckled.
“I wouldn’t be a Nacluv if I wasn’t,” she answered, her tone gently condescending. “You must come too.”
End of “Runaway Princess”, installment nine.
My “page-a-day” installments bear no relation to the story’s chapter number.
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Copyright 2021 by Andrew L. Roller. ER, Erotic Romances, and ARSE, Andrew Roller Stories and Essays, are trademarks of Andrew L. Roller.
I am https://andrewroller.wordpress.com
Vintage posts by me are at https://asstr.org/files/Authors/Roller/
This is ER, Erotic Romances, issue number 11.9
( ER issue number eleven. “Runaway Princess” story installment number nine. )
Arcana: This is update and alter the text version number: 1.0
Date Written: September 1, 2021. Live for the day that censorious Big Tech is dead.
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This has been a presentation of A R S E entertainment.
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Runaway Princess 8
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Victorian style erotica. Reader discretion advised. This is a work of fiction.
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ER 10 Erotic Romances Page a Day Story
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WE must KILL the CHILDREN
To save President Joke Bidet
During its last days in Kabul, Afghanistan, the United States launched two separate drone strikes. Children were reportedly killed in both strikes. The second strike killed seven children.
The United States claims that its drone strikes killed terrorist leaders. However, the United States has refused to say who the terrorist leaders were.
Laura Ingraham hosts “The Ingraham Angle” on the Fox News Channel. In a conversation on her show with journalist Glenn Greenwald, Laura Ingraham raised this possibility: the United States killed children to save U.S. President Joke Bidet’s ( Joe Biden’s ) falling poll numbers. That is, the U.S. killed random civilians in Afghanistan. It then claimed that these strikes killed terrorist leaders.
Ingraham is not a conspiracy theorist. Nor is ( to my knowledge ) Greenwald. It is shocking that the country that constantly spouts about “protecting” children would slaughter children “to get Biden out of a bad news cycle”, in the words of Greenwald.
Joke Bidet is a member of America’s Democratic Party. Another Democratic Party U.S. President, Bill Clinton, slaughtered 22 children in Waco, Texas. Clinton did this in the U.S. government’s unfounded attack on the Branch Davidian religious retreat on April 19, 1993.
So much for the Democratic Party being, as they like to claim, “the party of women”.
Sources:
1. The Ingraham Angle. foxnews ( dot ) com. The video is, “Biden Admin refuses to release info on ISIS-K drone strike”. The video is undated. I viewed it on August 30, 2021.
2. “Waco Siege ends; Branch Davidian compound burns”. history ( dot ) com, via Google.
Runaway Princess
Installment Eight
Chapter Five ( continued )
Katy was drinking 7UP by a straw from a bottle. Jeff was drinking a bottle of wine. He was mostly taking it straight from the bottle. His glass flute sat neglected.
David was fortifying himself with beers. His deliveries, as a courier, would have to wait. Katy was temptingly keen on a carnal delivery, David figured. Her exposed, glistening muff was a delectable challenge.
Katy extended a hand to the nearest lit shot glass. She tried touching the flame. Its heat drove her back.
“Doesn’t it hurt?” she asked, of hot wax.
“Yes,” Jeff said. “Especially since the most intimate body parts are targeted.”
“Like my boobies?!” Katy clutched one of hers, spooning ice cream into her mouth.
“Yes,” David said. “And your pussy.” Katy’s hand flew there.
“That’s cruel!” she exclaimed.
“I’ll give you kisses and hugs to get through it,” Jeff said.
“I’ll screw you,” David assured Katy. “There’s nothing like a hard-driving cock to expel pain from your little mind.”
“My mind isn’t little,” Katy scolded. “I can add and subtract as good as any eighth grader. And Frosty knows how to multiply,” she added. Her bunny sat by her place at the table. The straw of Katy’s soda was angled to its mouth.
Jeff’s whip lay on the seat of the table’s fourth chair. Katy’s eyes flicked to it often. Their conversation in the bistro was mostly about sex. Katy was full of questions. The captain and David were pleased to supply her with answers.
The bosomy waif took her soda from Frosty. She sucked more 7UP from the coldly wet, bubbly bottle. The blonde hiccuped. Her bare, jiggly breasts jiggled more.
“There sure is a lot to doin’ it,” Katy said. She hiccuped again. Her high, firm breasts quavered. She gave an open-mouthed yawn. Her bosomy chest enticingly rose. The tips of her nude breasts were taut.
“It looks like you’re ready for bed,” Jeff told Katy. David chuckled. Katy, shooting the courier a look of disapproval, said,
“Frosty’s sleepy.”
“I can see about getting you your own cabin,” Jeff told Katy. The blonde gave him a querying look.
“I thought I was your loo.”
“A lieutenant is entitled to her own cabin,” Jeff said. Katy petted her bunny. Her lean, stockinged legs luridly open, she said,
“Frosty’s scared to sleep alone.”
Jeff’s dick visibly flexed in his pants. He’d again corralled the 13-year-old.
“I’m scared to sleep alone too,” David said.
“You won’t be sleepin’ alone,” Katy purred.
“Oh?” the dirty-minded courier looked like a vulture sure of a meal. The dove was caught, she would soon bleed.
“You can hold your wiener all night,” Katy assured him. “An’ when you jerk it off, millions of spermies will join you!” she flung a spoonful of ice cream at David. It hit him in his mouth.
The courier took offense. His last arrow was shot. It had fallen short, while the captain’s had struck.
“Fucking bitch!” David swore. A sharp word from Jeff shut him up. Tossing some bills on the table for his beer, David left. Katy tongue-farted him as he did.
The blonde rolled her blue eyes at Jeff.
“I wanted him. Frosty didn’t. She always knows better n’ me.”
“You’re lucky to have her,” Jeff replied. This was a veiled gibe. Katy, as nymphets can be, abruptly changed her opinion.
“Frosty’s a stuffed aminal,” the bare-bosomed waif reminded him.
End of “Runaway Princess”, installment eight.
My “page-a-day” installments bear no relation to the story’s chapter number.
AND IN THE END…
A great poster for the soda 7UP is located at posteralley ( dot ) ca. The poster is titled ( for sale ) as:
7-UP BOWLING ( 1963 ) - ADVERTISING POSTER 13 X 19 INCHES.
In the poster, a Playboy-perfect blonde bends over as a guy who looks like me stands over her. The guy’s hand is raised. Could he be about to spank the blonde, fuck her, or both?
We must restore America to its traditional values. The values of the 1960s!
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Copyright 2021 by Andrew L. Roller. ER, Erotic Romances, and ARSE, Andrew Roller Stories and Essays, are trademarks of Andrew L. Roller.
I am https://andrewroller.wordpress.com
Vintage posts by me are at https://asstr.org/files/Authors/Roller/
This is ER, Erotic Romances, issue number 10.8
( ER issue number ten. “Runaway Princess” story installment number eight. )
Arcana: This is update and alter the text version number: 3.0
Date Written: August 31, 2021. Live for the day that censorious Big Tech is dead.
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This has been a presentation of A R S E entertainment.
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Victorian style erotica. Reader discretion advised. This is a work of fiction.
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ER 10 Erotic Romances Page a Day Story
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WE must KILL the CHILDREN
To save President Joke Bidet
During its last days in Kabul, Afghanistan, the United States launched two separate drone strikes. Children were reportedly killed in both strikes. The second strike killed seven children.
The United States claims that its drone strikes killed terrorist leaders. However, the United States has refused to say who the terrorist leaders were.
Laura Ingraham hosts “The Ingraham Angle” on the Fox News Channel. In a conversation on her show with journalist Glenn Greenwald, Laura Ingraham raised this possibility: the United States killed children to save U.S. President Joke Bidet’s ( Joe Biden’s ) falling poll numbers. That is, the U.S. killed random civilians in Afghanistan. It then claimed that these strikes killed terrorist leaders.
Ingraham is not a conspiracy theorist. Nor is ( to my knowledge ) Greenwald. It is shocking that the country that constantly spouts about “protecting” children would slaughter children “to get Biden out of a bad news cycle”, in the words of Greenwald.
Joke Bidet is a member of America’s Democratic Party. Another Democratic Party U.S. President, Bill Clinton, slaughtered 22 children in Waco, Texas. Clinton did this in the U.S. government’s unfounded attack on the Branch Davidian religious retreat on April 19, 1993.
So much for the Democratic Party being, as they like to claim, “the party of women”.
Sources:
1. The Ingraham Angle. foxnews ( dot ) com. The video is, “Biden Admin refuses to release info on ISIS-K drone strike”. The video is undated. I viewed it on August 30, 2021.
2. “Waco Siege ends; Branch Davidian compound burns”. history ( dot ) com, via Google.
Runaway Princess
Installment Eight
Chapter Five ( continued )
Katy was drinking 7UP by a straw from a bottle. Jeff was drinking a bottle of wine. He was mostly taking it straight from the bottle. His glass flute sat neglected.
David was fortifying himself with beers. His deliveries, as a courier, would have to wait. Katy was temptingly keen on a carnal delivery, David figured. Her exposed, glistening muff was a delectable challenge.
Katy extended a hand to the nearest lit shot glass. She tried touching the flame. Its heat drove her back.
“Doesn’t it hurt?” she asked, of hot wax.
“Yes,” Jeff said. “Especially since the most intimate body parts are targeted.”
“Like my boobies?!” Katy clutched one of hers, spooning ice cream into her mouth.
“Yes,” David said. “And your pussy.” Katy’s hand flew there.
“That’s cruel!” she exclaimed.
“I’ll give you kisses and hugs to get through it,” Jeff said.
“I’ll screw you,” David assured Katy. “There’s nothing like a hard-driving cock to expel pain from your little mind.”
“My mind isn’t little,” Katy scolded. “I can add and subtract as good as any eighth grader. And Frosty knows how to multiply,” she added. Her bunny sat by her place at the table. The straw of Katy’s soda was angled to its mouth.
Jeff’s whip lay on the seat of the table’s fourth chair. Katy’s eyes flicked to it often. Their conversation in the bistro was mostly about sex. Katy was full of questions. The captain and David were pleased to supply her with answers.
The bosomy waif took her soda from Frosty. She sucked more 7UP from the coldly wet, bubbly bottle. The blonde hiccuped. Her bare, jiggly breasts jiggled more.
“There sure is a lot to doin’ it,” Katy said. She hiccuped again. Her high, firm breasts quavered. She gave an open-mouthed yawn. Her bosomy chest enticingly rose. The tips of her nude breasts were taut.
“It looks like you’re ready for bed,” Jeff told Katy. David chuckled. Katy, shooting the courier a look of disapproval, said,
“Frosty’s sleepy.”
“I can see about getting you your own cabin,” Jeff told Katy. The blonde gave him a querying look.
“I thought I was your loo.”
“A lieutenant is entitled to her own cabin,” Jeff said. Katy petted her bunny. Her lean, stockinged legs luridly open, she said,
“Frosty’s scared to sleep alone.”
Jeff’s dick visibly flexed in his pants. He’d again corralled the 13-year-old.
“I’m scared to sleep alone too,” David said.
“You won’t be sleepin’ alone,” Katy purred.
“Oh?” the dirty-minded courier looked like a vulture sure of a meal. The dove was caught, she would soon bleed.
“You can hold your wiener all night,” Katy assured him. “An’ when you jerk it off, millions of spermies will join you!” she flung a spoonful of ice cream at David. It hit him in his mouth.
The courier took offense. His last arrow was shot. It had fallen short, while the captain’s had struck.
“Fucking bitch!” David swore. A sharp word from Jeff shut him up. Tossing some bills on the table for his beer, David left. Katy tongue-farted him as he did.
The blonde rolled her blue eyes at Jeff.
“I wanted him. Frosty didn’t. She always knows better n’ me.”
“You’re lucky to have her,” Jeff replied. This was a veiled gibe. Katy, as nymphets can be, abruptly changed her opinion.
“Frosty’s a stuffed aminal,” the bare-bosomed waif reminded him.
End of “Runaway Princess”, installment eight.
My “page-a-day” installments bear no relation to the story’s chapter number.
AND IN THE END…
A great poster for the soda 7UP is located at posteralley ( dot ) ca. The poster is titled ( for sale ) as:
7-UP BOWLING ( 1963 ) - ADVERTISING POSTER 13 X 19 INCHES.
In the poster, a Playboy-perfect blonde bends over as a guy who looks like me stands over her. The guy’s hand is raised. Could he be about to spank the blonde, fuck her, or both?
We must restore America to its traditional values. The values of the 1960s!
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Copyright 2021 by Andrew L. Roller. ER, Erotic Romances, and ARSE, Andrew Roller Stories and Essays, are trademarks of Andrew L. Roller.
I am https://andrewroller.wordpress.com
Vintage posts by me are at https://asstr.org/files/Authors/Roller/
This is ER, Erotic Romances, issue number 10.8
( ER issue number ten. “Runaway Princess” story installment number eight. )
Arcana: This is update and alter the text version number: 3.0
Date Written: August 31, 2021. Live for the day that censorious Big Tech is dead.
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This has been a presentation of A R S E entertainment.
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Runaway Princess 7
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Victorian style erotica. Reader discretion advised. This is a work of fiction.
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ER 9 Erotic Romances Page a Day Story
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Runaway Princess
Installment Seven
Chapter Four
Katy dashed along the hallway. Her clattering heels broke its silence, along with the sound of her breath. Her breasts swingingly jounced with her strappy heels’ steps.
Her footfalls slowed. Katy’s nude hind cheeks tightly jiggled as she came to a tit-wiggly halt.
Panting, she walked along with her bunny. Frosty hung inverted by a paw from her gloved hand.
A man rounded a hallway corner. Tall and good-looking, he was walking at a fast clip. He nearly collided with the rabbit-toting waif. Katy squealed. Her globe bosoms jostled as she stopped before the imperial courier.
“Hello,” he said, surprised.
Katy chirped a blushing reply. Her fulsome tits’ nipples, already risen, sprang to straining erectness. David Renob’s trousered groin responsively rose. Katy gasped at its impressive bulk.
He swiftly assessed her situation. The ponytailed, rabbit-armed nymphet was tipsy. Her scarlet ferret advertised her virginity. ( “At this hour? On Pleiades? Impossible!” David thought. “Likely, she’s escaped from Regina’s fuck fest - after being whipped and screwed.” )
David figured he’d help himself to a ‘quickie’. He grabbed the nymphet’s little tanned shoulders. She, realizing his intent, shrieked. David got whacked in the face with her bunny.
“I’m saving myself for marriage!” Katy admonished him.
“Of course,” David grunted. “I should have known.” His sardonic tone made Katy blush more. The bosomy, boudoir-attired waif didn’t look like she was holding out for a ring.
The courier stepped by Katy.
“Wait!” the leggy girl said, hurrying after him. Her heels sounded loudly as she strove to match his pace, her young bosoms judderingly libertine. Frosty swung precariously from her gloved hand.
“Sorry, kid,” David told her ( or, rather, her eye-catching tits ). “My ship’s military. No civilians.”
The bare-bottomed blonde pouted.
“I been on the bridge,” she said.
“Really?” David asked, impressed. “I’m not authorized there.”
“An’ I been in Jeff’s bedroom,” the waif added.
“Jeff?”
“Jeff Carton!” Katy explained.
“Captain Carson?”
“Uh huh. An’ I used his toilet.” Katy blushingly giggled. “So did Frosty!” She held up her bunny, saw it was upside down, and laughed. Her swingingly free breasts moved with greater freedom. Below her slim belly, her innie vulva wetly glistened.
“You are truly lovely,” David felt obliged to admit. “I can see how you got the captain’s attention.” Katy’s blush went to her fulsome breasts’ erect nipples. Trotting beside David, she spilled the details of her time with Jeff, and how she wound up with him. Her narrative was somewhat disordered: a drunk teenybopper’s story.
“I found a knife in his bed,” Katy reported. She fingered her soaked cunny’s buzzy soul. “That was scary.”
“Definitely,” David agreed. They’d come into Hangar Six. David’s spaceship sat by other vessels. “Want a ride?”
“I guess,” Katy said. She regarded David’s prominent groin. And recalled his earlier behavior. “Are you gonna pull anything?”
“No, princess,” David answered. “Just push.” The teen caught his meaning. A new blush consumed her as she gasped,
“You’re a sexyist.”
“A sexist?”
“That too.”
“Maybe,” David acknowledged. “But I can get you a blue ferret.”
The blonde squealed. She was starting to find David’s gauche nature appealing. He wanted to screw her. He was obviously superbly equipped. Katy’s clit buzzed more. Her mind harbored reservations, but her cooch was pining for pillage.
The blonde flung herself into David’s arms. Doing so, she sent Frosty again to the floor. David cradled her sylphic figure. He traded hungry smooches with her. Katy’s naked tits were squashed globes against him. His dick was rebar-hard against her. Their paired bodies twisted upon one another’s.
Their tongues wetly clashed as their hands exploringly groped.
A pained squeal burst from Katy. David had proven absolutely ungentlemanly, in the most intimate way.
“You ARE a virgin,” he gasped into her young mouth.
“I was!” Katy retorted, distressed. She poked where the near-stranger had. Her hymen snugly resisted. Katy found herself feeling equivocal about this. She was a hook-frightened fish that nonetheless dreamed of being fisherman-snared. Her cunny was frying in its lubricious juices.
“Princess Loo,” a man remarked. Katy shrieked in David’s embrace. Jeff entered the hangar. David, with surprised respect, acknowledged him.
Katy stood trembling in David’s hold. Jeff explained the knife.
“You wasn’t gonna poke me with it?” she asked.
“Not with the knife,” Jeff answered. His crotch rivaled David’s in its tented strength. The two men chuckled. Katy felt like her statuesque legs were turning to jelly. As for her lubed cunny, it was dreaming of snakes. Two, in particular - one of which was rammed against her as she stood hugging David.
Jeff made to excuse himself.
“Wait! I’m hungry!” Katy said to the captain.
“I’ve got a protein shake for you,” David told the waif. “Dick-delivered.”
“Your mind is your wiener,” Katy answered David. Wriggling to escape him, she asked Jeff for something to eat. It turned out that she didn’t want dinner; just dessert.
Chapter Five
Tail-Ender was a bistro. It had been about to close when Jeff arrived. Bunny-toting Katy, plus David, accompanied him. Tail-ender’s proprietor reopened his bistro for Pleiades’ captain. The diners, plus Frosty, shared a table.
Katy sat at the oval glass table between David and Jeff. The table’s central pillar, of iron, was wrought to resemble a thick vine. Iron snakes were slithering up the vine toward its clear top. The table’s sexual motif didn’t end there. The table’s centerpiece was a cluster of shot glasses. These, wax-filled, burned at a temperature suitable for kink play.
Jeff explained the candles’ nature to Katy. The teen, eating a banana split, gasped. This exhibited her mouthful of ice cream.
“You wouldn’t!” she exclaimed. Her mouth lost some ice cream to her jiggly bare breasts. The cream’s chill made her shiver. Scooping the cream up with her fingers, Katy licked her long-nailed digits clean.
“I’ve dripped hot wax on girls before,” Jeff assured Katy.
“So have I,” David said. His dick was pronging his trousers. Jeff’s crotch was similarly afflicted. Katy sat with her gartered thighs open. Both men didn’t neglect to view her juiced dell through the table. She was equally, if blushingly, attentive to their trouser-tenting dicks.
End of “Runaway Princess”, installment seven.
My “page-a-day” installments bear no relation to the story’s chapter number.
AND IN THE END…
“The greatest respect that one can pay to a girl is to get her pregnant, so that she can be a mother.”
- holy joe
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Copyright 2021 by Andrew L. Roller. ER, Erotic Romances, and ARSE, Andrew Roller Stories and Essays, are trademarks of Andrew L. Roller.
I am https://andrewroller.wordpress.com
Vintage posts by me are at https://asstr.org/files/Authors/Roller/
This is ER, Erotic Romances, issue number 9.7
( ER issue number nine. “Runaway Princess” story installment number seven. )
Arcana: This is update and alter the text version number: 2.0
Date Written: August 30, 2021. Live for the day that censorious Big Tech is dead.
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This has been a presentation of A R S E entertainment.
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Victorian style erotica. Reader discretion advised. This is a work of fiction.
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ER 9 Erotic Romances Page a Day Story
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Runaway Princess
Installment Seven
Chapter Four
Katy dashed along the hallway. Her clattering heels broke its silence, along with the sound of her breath. Her breasts swingingly jounced with her strappy heels’ steps.
Her footfalls slowed. Katy’s nude hind cheeks tightly jiggled as she came to a tit-wiggly halt.
Panting, she walked along with her bunny. Frosty hung inverted by a paw from her gloved hand.
A man rounded a hallway corner. Tall and good-looking, he was walking at a fast clip. He nearly collided with the rabbit-toting waif. Katy squealed. Her globe bosoms jostled as she stopped before the imperial courier.
“Hello,” he said, surprised.
Katy chirped a blushing reply. Her fulsome tits’ nipples, already risen, sprang to straining erectness. David Renob’s trousered groin responsively rose. Katy gasped at its impressive bulk.
He swiftly assessed her situation. The ponytailed, rabbit-armed nymphet was tipsy. Her scarlet ferret advertised her virginity. ( “At this hour? On Pleiades? Impossible!” David thought. “Likely, she’s escaped from Regina’s fuck fest - after being whipped and screwed.” )
David figured he’d help himself to a ‘quickie’. He grabbed the nymphet’s little tanned shoulders. She, realizing his intent, shrieked. David got whacked in the face with her bunny.
“I’m saving myself for marriage!” Katy admonished him.
“Of course,” David grunted. “I should have known.” His sardonic tone made Katy blush more. The bosomy, boudoir-attired waif didn’t look like she was holding out for a ring.
The courier stepped by Katy.
“Wait!” the leggy girl said, hurrying after him. Her heels sounded loudly as she strove to match his pace, her young bosoms judderingly libertine. Frosty swung precariously from her gloved hand.
“Sorry, kid,” David told her ( or, rather, her eye-catching tits ). “My ship’s military. No civilians.”
The bare-bottomed blonde pouted.
“I been on the bridge,” she said.
“Really?” David asked, impressed. “I’m not authorized there.”
“An’ I been in Jeff’s bedroom,” the waif added.
“Jeff?”
“Jeff Carton!” Katy explained.
“Captain Carson?”
“Uh huh. An’ I used his toilet.” Katy blushingly giggled. “So did Frosty!” She held up her bunny, saw it was upside down, and laughed. Her swingingly free breasts moved with greater freedom. Below her slim belly, her innie vulva wetly glistened.
“You are truly lovely,” David felt obliged to admit. “I can see how you got the captain’s attention.” Katy’s blush went to her fulsome breasts’ erect nipples. Trotting beside David, she spilled the details of her time with Jeff, and how she wound up with him. Her narrative was somewhat disordered: a drunk teenybopper’s story.
“I found a knife in his bed,” Katy reported. She fingered her soaked cunny’s buzzy soul. “That was scary.”
“Definitely,” David agreed. They’d come into Hangar Six. David’s spaceship sat by other vessels. “Want a ride?”
“I guess,” Katy said. She regarded David’s prominent groin. And recalled his earlier behavior. “Are you gonna pull anything?”
“No, princess,” David answered. “Just push.” The teen caught his meaning. A new blush consumed her as she gasped,
“You’re a sexyist.”
“A sexist?”
“That too.”
“Maybe,” David acknowledged. “But I can get you a blue ferret.”
The blonde squealed. She was starting to find David’s gauche nature appealing. He wanted to screw her. He was obviously superbly equipped. Katy’s clit buzzed more. Her mind harbored reservations, but her cooch was pining for pillage.
The blonde flung herself into David’s arms. Doing so, she sent Frosty again to the floor. David cradled her sylphic figure. He traded hungry smooches with her. Katy’s naked tits were squashed globes against him. His dick was rebar-hard against her. Their paired bodies twisted upon one another’s.
Their tongues wetly clashed as their hands exploringly groped.
A pained squeal burst from Katy. David had proven absolutely ungentlemanly, in the most intimate way.
“You ARE a virgin,” he gasped into her young mouth.
“I was!” Katy retorted, distressed. She poked where the near-stranger had. Her hymen snugly resisted. Katy found herself feeling equivocal about this. She was a hook-frightened fish that nonetheless dreamed of being fisherman-snared. Her cunny was frying in its lubricious juices.
“Princess Loo,” a man remarked. Katy shrieked in David’s embrace. Jeff entered the hangar. David, with surprised respect, acknowledged him.
Katy stood trembling in David’s hold. Jeff explained the knife.
“You wasn’t gonna poke me with it?” she asked.
“Not with the knife,” Jeff answered. His crotch rivaled David’s in its tented strength. The two men chuckled. Katy felt like her statuesque legs were turning to jelly. As for her lubed cunny, it was dreaming of snakes. Two, in particular - one of which was rammed against her as she stood hugging David.
Jeff made to excuse himself.
“Wait! I’m hungry!” Katy said to the captain.
“I’ve got a protein shake for you,” David told the waif. “Dick-delivered.”
“Your mind is your wiener,” Katy answered David. Wriggling to escape him, she asked Jeff for something to eat. It turned out that she didn’t want dinner; just dessert.
Chapter Five
Tail-Ender was a bistro. It had been about to close when Jeff arrived. Bunny-toting Katy, plus David, accompanied him. Tail-ender’s proprietor reopened his bistro for Pleiades’ captain. The diners, plus Frosty, shared a table.
Katy sat at the oval glass table between David and Jeff. The table’s central pillar, of iron, was wrought to resemble a thick vine. Iron snakes were slithering up the vine toward its clear top. The table’s sexual motif didn’t end there. The table’s centerpiece was a cluster of shot glasses. These, wax-filled, burned at a temperature suitable for kink play.
Jeff explained the candles’ nature to Katy. The teen, eating a banana split, gasped. This exhibited her mouthful of ice cream.
“You wouldn’t!” she exclaimed. Her mouth lost some ice cream to her jiggly bare breasts. The cream’s chill made her shiver. Scooping the cream up with her fingers, Katy licked her long-nailed digits clean.
“I’ve dripped hot wax on girls before,” Jeff assured Katy.
“So have I,” David said. His dick was pronging his trousers. Jeff’s crotch was similarly afflicted. Katy sat with her gartered thighs open. Both men didn’t neglect to view her juiced dell through the table. She was equally, if blushingly, attentive to their trouser-tenting dicks.
End of “Runaway Princess”, installment seven.
My “page-a-day” installments bear no relation to the story’s chapter number.
AND IN THE END…
“The greatest respect that one can pay to a girl is to get her pregnant, so that she can be a mother.”
- holy joe
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Copyright 2021 by Andrew L. Roller. ER, Erotic Romances, and ARSE, Andrew Roller Stories and Essays, are trademarks of Andrew L. Roller.
I am https://andrewroller.wordpress.com
Vintage posts by me are at https://asstr.org/files/Authors/Roller/
This is ER, Erotic Romances, issue number 9.7
( ER issue number nine. “Runaway Princess” story installment number seven. )
Arcana: This is update and alter the text version number: 2.0
Date Written: August 30, 2021. Live for the day that censorious Big Tech is dead.
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This has been a presentation of A R S E entertainment.
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Runaway Princess 6
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Victorian style erotica. Reader discretion advised. This is a work of fiction.
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ER 8 Erotic Romances Page a Day Story
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BIDEN’S AMERICA
No Duty + No Honor = No Country.
Runaway Princess
Installment Six
Chapter Three ( continued )
Katy faced the colonel. His long, pulsing penis rose rocket-erect from his unzipped fly. Jeff stroked his organ’s veined shaft. Katy, squealing, tickled her twat. Her voluptuous figure shimmied. She split her cunny with her little fingers. Then, blushingly squealing at Yttocs’ attentiveness, Katy hefted her globe-round, stiff-nippled bosoms.
“Mary went to a cathouse,” Katy said.
“The Virgin Mary?” Yttocs asked.
“No!” Katy squealed. “She’d already got popped. The madam was happy to have a princess. Mary didn’t wanna get money. She just wanted to know what it was like. To be available, y’know? To men.” Katy pranced about in her ivory heels as she spoke. She gave her ponytailed head frequent tosses. It was as if she were an unbroken filly, anticipating a determined rider.
“The guys were all dressed weally good. Like, formal.” She giggled. “The girls all had pretty things on, but -“ she blushingly looked down at her bosomy nudity. “With nothing guys wanna see hidden.”
“And they all played monopoly,” Yttocs grunted.
“No!” Katy said. Her little brows knitted. “It was a pregnancy party.”
Jeff sat straighter. Yttocs’ cock vied with the colonel’s in upstanding length.
“I know, huh?” Katy said, seeing their reactions. “Alla the girls were off their birth control. An’, so the men would give everything, everybody had to screw everybody.” She blushingly giggled into her little gloved palms. “The party lasted all weekend. It was a special event. ‘Specially ‘cause a princess was there. Mary was sore when it was over.”
“And knocked up?” Jeff asked.
“‘Course!” Katy enthused. “Max is a year old now. He’s weally cute!”
Jeff swallowed.
“You’re on the pill though,” he said.
Katy squealingly blushed anew. The bosomy teen again covered her cupid mouth. Her rouged nipples were febrile, her slit puffily soaked. Freeing her mouth, she said, “I wanna baby like Mary’s.”
Jeff swallowed harder.
Katy saw his unease.
Abruptly, she gave him her mane-draped back. Her plump derriere stuck out at the colonel like a pale risen moon. Katy stooped. She did so while keeping her stockinged legs as straight as she could, her knees bending just slightly.
Her peach behind jutted toward Jeff. Its outcurving halves split. Katy’s anus was exposed; a tight bullseye. Her lovelips were a snug juicy fig.
Katy’s mane spilled floorward. Her bare breasts went udder pendant as she bent well over, her hiney a proffered pumpkin. The inner flanks of her stockinged knees touched. Her bottom’s furrow exhibited her butthole like a delicate bullseye.
The ponytailed waif swept her fallen, unbound locks from her face. Reaching back past her hips, she looked rearward at Jeff. As if to relieve his concern about holing her cunt, and siring offspring, Katy clutched her hind cheeks. She squealingly pulled them more fully apart. Her anus fought to retain its starfish-tight privacy. It remained a closed aperture.
The bosomy teen swung her hips toward Yttocs to provoke him with a look at her ass. Katy was successful in this.
“She’s going to need some work,” the toking engineer said.
“What’s wrong with me?!” Katy squeaked. Speaking in this bent over way, she cut a luringly comic figure.
“Nothing’s wrong,” Jeff said, his dick straining. He was frisking its length with passion. “But you must be opened, made fully receptive, so that any man might make ready use of you.”
“Even me,” Yttocs said. The blonde stood as quickly as she’d stooped. She again found herself unsteady. Wearing ‘fuck me’ heels was something she was still accommodating herself to. The alcohol and pot hadn’t helped her stay on her feet.
Yttocs chuckled.
“She might need to lie down,” he said.
“Or be tied up,” Jeff replied.
“What?!” Katy gasped.
“Go to my bedroom,” Jeff told her. “Find what my housekeeper keeps under my other pillows, for cunts like yourself.”
The word “cunt” irked Katy. ( Though, with her sex buzzy and soaked, she knew she was one. ) She gave Jeff a sassy look at her little pink tongue.
Both men watched her bare swinging bottom as she left them.
The blonde remained visible through the glass walls. She mooned the men again, at a distance, picking up Frosty. Katy went in her prettily shod feet to the bed’s far side. Her young breasts fulsomely swung, partly pendant, as she moved the pillows. She exposed a knife. Katy’s bosoms shook as she screamed.
“What?” Jeff asked. The teen, hugging her bunny, ran from his bedroom. She did so without tripping on her own drunken feet. She remained girl-quick. Her high breasts juddering, and freely bouncing as she sprinted past Jeff, the bare-assed waif made for his cabin door.
“Stop!” Yttocs croaked. Stoned, he blurted, “I want to fuck you.”
Jeff unlimbered himself from the couch. He called his “loo’s” name. The blonde, boozy and pot-stupored, her body erotically hungry, escaped to the corridor.
“She won’t get far,” Yttocs muttered.
“She might get fucked,” Jeff said, angrily.
“Which you want,” Yttocs answered.
“For me!” Jeff retorted.
“So now our runaway princess is a runaway cherry,” Yttocs chuckled.
“She’s been a runaway cherry since she fled Regina’s orgy,” Jeff said. He strode to his bedroom. Jeff saw the knife. His housekeeper kept a number of officers’ cabins. She had obviously mistaken his interests for someone else’s.
He hadn’t wanted his bed to hold any secrets. It had been his housekeeper’s notion to hide things under his pillows. Jeff mentally cursed the woman. She’d spent years readying rooms in bordellos. Secrets, in such places, added to their allure.
“God damn cathouse maid,” Jeff said, of his housekeeper. He set about attempting to return his penis to his pants, to go in pursuit of his escaped “loo”. The colonel told himself to not delay matters when he found her. He meant to whip and fuck the nymphet. “The early worm gets the bird,” Jeff muttered. “And her cherry.”
End of “Runaway Princess”, installment six.
My “page-a-day” installments bear no relation to the story’s chapter number.
Author’s note: The inverted quotation mark, above, is courtesy of Apple’s app, “Pages”.
CUTE girls.
1. I have a photo of Playboy Playmate Tiffany Taylor. In the photo, she’s sitting at a piano. Propped on the piano is a record album. It reads, “Romeo and Juliet”.
I decided to find out more about “Romeo and Juliet”. Or, rather, Juliet.
I launched this app: IMDb. It’s free on the Apple “App Store”.
I found out more about Juliet. Wow! She is 15 year old Olivia Hussey. ( Not Hussy! )
“Romeo and Juliet”, by Franco Zeffirelli, was made in 1968. IMBd has lots of photos of Olivia. So does Google, if you use Olivia’s name as your search term. Like Tiffany Taylor, Olivia has great boobs! ( And Olivia’s are real. )
I learned some facts about Olivia from the web site “knowyourmeme ( dot ) com”.
2. Researching Olivia, I wound up at pinterest ( dot ) com. Somehow, I was soon looking at photos of pint-sized girls. Some were in bikinis! Others are prettily dressed for bed. I also found photos of young Brooke Shields at Pinterest.
AND IN THE END…
“Democracy is a system where a small group of smug … billionaires decide who’s allowed to speak in public and who had better shut up or face punishment.”
- Tucker Carlson.
Source: Tucker Carlson, Tucker Carlson Tonight, the Fox News Channel, August 23, 2021.
( But you can always watch videos on You Tube… )
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Copyright 2021 by Andrew L. Roller. ER, Erotic Romances, and ARSE, Andrew Roller Stories and Essays, are trademarks of Andrew L. Roller.
I am https://andrewroller.wordpress.com
Vintage posts by me are at https://asstr.org/files/Authors/Roller/
This is ER, Erotic Romances, issue number 8.6
( ER issue number eight. “Runaway Princess” story installment number six. )
Arcana: This is update and alter the text version number: 2.0
Date Written: August 25, 2021. Live for the day that censorious Big Tech is dead.
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This has been a presentation of A R S E entertainment.
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Victorian style erotica. Reader discretion advised. This is a work of fiction.
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ER 8 Erotic Romances Page a Day Story
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BIDEN’S AMERICA
No Duty + No Honor = No Country.
Runaway Princess
Installment Six
Chapter Three ( continued )
Katy faced the colonel. His long, pulsing penis rose rocket-erect from his unzipped fly. Jeff stroked his organ’s veined shaft. Katy, squealing, tickled her twat. Her voluptuous figure shimmied. She split her cunny with her little fingers. Then, blushingly squealing at Yttocs’ attentiveness, Katy hefted her globe-round, stiff-nippled bosoms.
“Mary went to a cathouse,” Katy said.
“The Virgin Mary?” Yttocs asked.
“No!” Katy squealed. “She’d already got popped. The madam was happy to have a princess. Mary didn’t wanna get money. She just wanted to know what it was like. To be available, y’know? To men.” Katy pranced about in her ivory heels as she spoke. She gave her ponytailed head frequent tosses. It was as if she were an unbroken filly, anticipating a determined rider.
“The guys were all dressed weally good. Like, formal.” She giggled. “The girls all had pretty things on, but -“ she blushingly looked down at her bosomy nudity. “With nothing guys wanna see hidden.”
“And they all played monopoly,” Yttocs grunted.
“No!” Katy said. Her little brows knitted. “It was a pregnancy party.”
Jeff sat straighter. Yttocs’ cock vied with the colonel’s in upstanding length.
“I know, huh?” Katy said, seeing their reactions. “Alla the girls were off their birth control. An’, so the men would give everything, everybody had to screw everybody.” She blushingly giggled into her little gloved palms. “The party lasted all weekend. It was a special event. ‘Specially ‘cause a princess was there. Mary was sore when it was over.”
“And knocked up?” Jeff asked.
“‘Course!” Katy enthused. “Max is a year old now. He’s weally cute!”
Jeff swallowed.
“You’re on the pill though,” he said.
Katy squealingly blushed anew. The bosomy teen again covered her cupid mouth. Her rouged nipples were febrile, her slit puffily soaked. Freeing her mouth, she said, “I wanna baby like Mary’s.”
Jeff swallowed harder.
Katy saw his unease.
Abruptly, she gave him her mane-draped back. Her plump derriere stuck out at the colonel like a pale risen moon. Katy stooped. She did so while keeping her stockinged legs as straight as she could, her knees bending just slightly.
Her peach behind jutted toward Jeff. Its outcurving halves split. Katy’s anus was exposed; a tight bullseye. Her lovelips were a snug juicy fig.
Katy’s mane spilled floorward. Her bare breasts went udder pendant as she bent well over, her hiney a proffered pumpkin. The inner flanks of her stockinged knees touched. Her bottom’s furrow exhibited her butthole like a delicate bullseye.
The ponytailed waif swept her fallen, unbound locks from her face. Reaching back past her hips, she looked rearward at Jeff. As if to relieve his concern about holing her cunt, and siring offspring, Katy clutched her hind cheeks. She squealingly pulled them more fully apart. Her anus fought to retain its starfish-tight privacy. It remained a closed aperture.
The bosomy teen swung her hips toward Yttocs to provoke him with a look at her ass. Katy was successful in this.
“She’s going to need some work,” the toking engineer said.
“What’s wrong with me?!” Katy squeaked. Speaking in this bent over way, she cut a luringly comic figure.
“Nothing’s wrong,” Jeff said, his dick straining. He was frisking its length with passion. “But you must be opened, made fully receptive, so that any man might make ready use of you.”
“Even me,” Yttocs said. The blonde stood as quickly as she’d stooped. She again found herself unsteady. Wearing ‘fuck me’ heels was something she was still accommodating herself to. The alcohol and pot hadn’t helped her stay on her feet.
Yttocs chuckled.
“She might need to lie down,” he said.
“Or be tied up,” Jeff replied.
“What?!” Katy gasped.
“Go to my bedroom,” Jeff told her. “Find what my housekeeper keeps under my other pillows, for cunts like yourself.”
The word “cunt” irked Katy. ( Though, with her sex buzzy and soaked, she knew she was one. ) She gave Jeff a sassy look at her little pink tongue.
Both men watched her bare swinging bottom as she left them.
The blonde remained visible through the glass walls. She mooned the men again, at a distance, picking up Frosty. Katy went in her prettily shod feet to the bed’s far side. Her young breasts fulsomely swung, partly pendant, as she moved the pillows. She exposed a knife. Katy’s bosoms shook as she screamed.
“What?” Jeff asked. The teen, hugging her bunny, ran from his bedroom. She did so without tripping on her own drunken feet. She remained girl-quick. Her high breasts juddering, and freely bouncing as she sprinted past Jeff, the bare-assed waif made for his cabin door.
“Stop!” Yttocs croaked. Stoned, he blurted, “I want to fuck you.”
Jeff unlimbered himself from the couch. He called his “loo’s” name. The blonde, boozy and pot-stupored, her body erotically hungry, escaped to the corridor.
“She won’t get far,” Yttocs muttered.
“She might get fucked,” Jeff said, angrily.
“Which you want,” Yttocs answered.
“For me!” Jeff retorted.
“So now our runaway princess is a runaway cherry,” Yttocs chuckled.
“She’s been a runaway cherry since she fled Regina’s orgy,” Jeff said. He strode to his bedroom. Jeff saw the knife. His housekeeper kept a number of officers’ cabins. She had obviously mistaken his interests for someone else’s.
He hadn’t wanted his bed to hold any secrets. It had been his housekeeper’s notion to hide things under his pillows. Jeff mentally cursed the woman. She’d spent years readying rooms in bordellos. Secrets, in such places, added to their allure.
“God damn cathouse maid,” Jeff said, of his housekeeper. He set about attempting to return his penis to his pants, to go in pursuit of his escaped “loo”. The colonel told himself to not delay matters when he found her. He meant to whip and fuck the nymphet. “The early worm gets the bird,” Jeff muttered. “And her cherry.”
End of “Runaway Princess”, installment six.
My “page-a-day” installments bear no relation to the story’s chapter number.
Author’s note: The inverted quotation mark, above, is courtesy of Apple’s app, “Pages”.
CUTE girls.
1. I have a photo of Playboy Playmate Tiffany Taylor. In the photo, she’s sitting at a piano. Propped on the piano is a record album. It reads, “Romeo and Juliet”.
I decided to find out more about “Romeo and Juliet”. Or, rather, Juliet.
I launched this app: IMDb. It’s free on the Apple “App Store”.
I found out more about Juliet. Wow! She is 15 year old Olivia Hussey. ( Not Hussy! )
“Romeo and Juliet”, by Franco Zeffirelli, was made in 1968. IMBd has lots of photos of Olivia. So does Google, if you use Olivia’s name as your search term. Like Tiffany Taylor, Olivia has great boobs! ( And Olivia’s are real. )
I learned some facts about Olivia from the web site “knowyourmeme ( dot ) com”.
2. Researching Olivia, I wound up at pinterest ( dot ) com. Somehow, I was soon looking at photos of pint-sized girls. Some were in bikinis! Others are prettily dressed for bed. I also found photos of young Brooke Shields at Pinterest.
AND IN THE END…
“Democracy is a system where a small group of smug … billionaires decide who’s allowed to speak in public and who had better shut up or face punishment.”
- Tucker Carlson.
Source: Tucker Carlson, Tucker Carlson Tonight, the Fox News Channel, August 23, 2021.
( But you can always watch videos on You Tube… )
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Copyright 2021 by Andrew L. Roller. ER, Erotic Romances, and ARSE, Andrew Roller Stories and Essays, are trademarks of Andrew L. Roller.
I am https://andrewroller.wordpress.com
Vintage posts by me are at https://asstr.org/files/Authors/Roller/
This is ER, Erotic Romances, issue number 8.6
( ER issue number eight. “Runaway Princess” story installment number six. )
Arcana: This is update and alter the text version number: 2.0
Date Written: August 25, 2021. Live for the day that censorious Big Tech is dead.
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This has been a presentation of A R S E entertainment.
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Runaway Princess 5
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Victorian style erotica. Reader discretion advised. This is a work of fiction.
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ER 7 Erotic Romances Page a Day Story
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First came… Lolita.
Next came… 50 Shades of Grey.
( Plus 9 1/2 Weeks. )
Now comes ...
Runaway Princess
Installment Five
Chapter Three ( continued )
Katy rushed him. She managed to shove her empty champagne flute over the pulsing end of his penis.
“I want WEAL lemonade!” the blonde beseeched, mangling her speech some. Jeff chuckled.
“I’d rather give you a protein drink.” Katy blinked in brief perplexity. Then, catching his meaning, she squealed with embarrassed delight.
Jeff took the end of his dick from the glass. Setting the glass aside, he swept the long-maned blonde into his arms. Their mouths swiftly engaged as their bodies crushed close; her nakedness in his uniformed embrace. They felt each other in a fevered groping exchange. Jeff savored Katy’s bare curves. She was wowed by his penis’ tensile strength, and its potential.
Jeff’s finger again prodded her hiney’s tight portal. She denied him there, perhaps not willingly. He took revenge for this on her natural route. Katy shrieked into his close-pressing mouth; he confirmed her virginity. Katy’s hymen survived his inspection.
They stood panting like wrestlers after an early round. Jeff, caressing Katy’s apple-round bottom, said,
“We must continue your training.”
Her blue eyes blinked. The seriousness of Jeff’s look made a shiver run through her, despite his hugging warmth. Jeff told her to go to the bed. She would find a surprise under its pillows. Katy was to look under the pair that was stacked closest to the bathroom.
She obeyed. Katy found her steps a bit uncertain because of the mimosa. Her cleft rear wriggled more. Above her wet snatch and slim tummy, her jutting bosoms gracelessly waggled. Her pretty heeled feet flashed in the room’s lights. The star-blazing cosmos seemed to watch through the room’s glass roof and exterior walls.
Katy bent over the bed. Her hiney projecting, she removed the top pillow from its mate. Then she displaced the second pillow. A black leather whip lay coiled on the satin sheet. Katy shrieked.
Her bare fulsome breasts quavering, erect nipples tremulous, she brought Jeff the whip. Katy carried it with her gloved hands outstretched. The whip’s handle lay across both of her upturned palms. She was terrified of the whip’s dangling, menacingly swinging thong.
Jeff accepted the whip as if receiving a gift. He told Katy that she was a good little cunt. The doll-faced teen flushed.
“You’re bein’ just like Miss Edurp says,” Katy objected.
“Who’s Miss Edurp?”
“At my school,” Katy replied. “She says men only like women for their bodies. Not, like, for bein’ good in math.”
“Are you good in math?”
Katy’s rouged cheeks flushed.
“I’m good in home ick,” she said.
“Home economics?”
“I made weally good jello in home ick,” Katy answered. “‘Cept a boy told me I’d make a better cheesecake. But that sounds HARD,” Katy said. Her blue-eyed gaze went again to Jeff’s precum oozing cock. She licked her salmon-painted mouth.
Jeff gave the whip’s dangling thong a flick. It leapt at Katy’s nearest gartered leg. The lithe girl, jumping back just in time to avoid being hit, gasped. Her gloved hands went to her nakedly huddling hind cheeks.
The door chimes to Jeff’s cabin rang. Katy’s long tresses swirled as she looked through the layered glass walls.
“I’ll get it!” she said, her high voice mellifluous. Jeff watched the bare-bottomed girl go, a bit stumblingly, to the door in her stilettos. He stood with his whip hanging and his cock rigid.
The tit-wiggly teen opened the door of Jeff’s cabin. Her tummy taut, and tight cunt drippy, she giggled at Yttocs’ appearance. The man was a stranger to her. He wore the flamboyant nightcap and nightgown issued to Pleiades’ high-ranking crew. The blonde’s Venus nudity moved him. His groin promptly tented his gown.
Over Katy’s ponytailed head Yttocs saw Jeff. The captain, still holding his whip, left his bedroom. His projecting penis wobbled stiffly with his steps. The men greeted each other. Katy, holding her hiney again, was introduced.
“The princess is in Star Command now,” Jeff reported.
“I’m a loo!” Katy chirped. She proudly stuck out her mommy-sized boobs.
“And you’re going riding?” Yttocs asked. HIs gaze went to Jeff’s whip. Katy flushed.
“The captain says I gotta be trained,” she said. Her lissome weight shifted anxiously between her heeled feet.
Yttocs chuckled.
“Don’t forget the classes in astronautics,” he said.
“What’s that?” Katy asked.
“You don’t know?” Yttocs asked.
“No,” Katy confirmed. “Would it help me make cheesecake?”
Yttocs and Jeff laughed. To Katy, the engineer said,
“Since you have a heavenly bottom, you can substitute other training.” The engineer winked at Jeff. Katy, noticing, gripped her pert derriere tighter.
“I hope you haven’t come with more ‘plans’,” Jeff said to Yttocs. He was referring to the engineer’s schemes to depose Regina.
“Not at all,” Yttocs answered. He did so in a manner indicating that he always thought the topic important. He handed Jeff a phone-sized device. “This arrived an hour ago,” Yttocs told Jeff. “A courier brought it from Capricorn.” The location that Yttocs mentioned was a Namorian port in deep space. “High-level stuff on stealth,” Yttocs added. He meant the information that the device contained. “The Krull are ahead of us.”
Jeff silently reminded the old man of Katy’s presence. He did so with a flick of his eyes.
“In building great amusement park rides,” Yttocs inventively added.
“I went to Mouseland last month!” Katy piped up. Yttocs indulged her interruption. Jeff, knowing the engineer would want to discuss the new information, got out a box of joints.
“Primo!” Yttocs said, of the hand-rolled doobies.
“Can I have one?” Katy asked.
“Have you smoked before?” Yttocs asked, lighting his.
“No,” the tit-wiggly waif confessed.
“Then you must get stoned,” Yttocs told her. He blew smoke at her.
Katy’s blue eyes blinked. She gave a boob-wobbly cough.
“Smoking’s bad for your health,” she declared, frowning at Yttocs.
The Venus nude teen settled on Jeff’s lap on a sofa. She did so with much embarrassed merriment. Jeff’s boner wedged in her rear’s cleft. Yttocs sat flanking the captain. Jeff was sitting more or less upright. Katy was alertly perched. Jeff massaged her slim belly. She watched Yttocs puffing on his cigarette. Jeff was doing the same. Yttocs told Jeff what he’d read on the device. He did so obliquely.
“Ready for a hit?” Jeff asked Katy.
“Maybe,” she allowed.
“Tell her to relax,” Yttocs said. “She looks like she’s waiting for a test.”
Katy’s elf-gaze went to Jeff’s whip. It was on the sofa by his hip.
“I’ll only give you what you need,” Jeff assured her. “Weed will help you bear the pain.”
“But why-?” Katy gasped. Jeff grasped one of her gartered thighs. He eased it away from its twin. Katy, flushing, let her legs be spread.
“You will always keep your legs open when we’re in private,” Jeff told her.
“But we’re not in private!” Katy squeaked. She shot toking Yttocs a look.
“My guests don’t count,” Jeff said.
“Thank you,” Yttocs grumbled.
“I’m speaking to the princess,” Jeff said.
“Yes, master,” Yttocs gibed. He did so in a falsetto voice. Katy gave a tit-wiggly giggle. She did so with toddler-like squirms. Her hiney’s movements kept Jeff’s cock thrillingly discomforting in her fanny’s snug furrow.
“In my quarters,” Jeff told Katy, “You will always be naked. As you are now. There might be another man here. There might be ten men. Or, a woman could be present.”
The blonde, her bared flesh like satin, trembled.
“What if I don’t wanna be naked?” she asked.
“That’s what the whip is for,” Pleiades’ captain said. Yttocs nodded.
“To make sure I stay naked?” Katy squeaked.
“To make sure you obey,” Jeff said. He stroked her rouged cheek. His dick flexed in her covetous rear. “It’s natural for you to ask questions, even to try to refuse me. The whip will help break you of this habit. A captain’s every order must be obeyed.”
Katy squirmed, splay-legged, on Jeff’s thick sausage-long dick.
“So I just gotta do what anyone tells me?!” she asked.
“”Not at all,” Jeff said, Yttocs nodding agreement. “You must defend yourself vigorously against all other men.”
“Except old engineers,” Yttocs said.
“Except,” Jeff said again, his penis flexing in Katy’s nether cheeks. “If I prostitute you.”
“Whaaat?!” the bosomy waif cried. Her nipples stuck traitorously forth, like her jug tits. Her puffy vulva was disgracefully juicy.
Yttocs’ cock was a tent pole in his ridiculous nightgown.
“I’m not lettin’ him do me!” Katy insisted. Her gloved hand pointed at Yttocs.
“Give her a hit,” the engineer said. Jeff pressed his own doobie to Katy’s lips. Her blue eyes popped wide. Her thighs remained beckoningly split.
“Open,” Jeff ordered. His dick lodged in Katy’s ass crack, he pressed the joint’s end into her lipsticked mouth. “Now suck,” Jeff said. Katy’s libertine breasts quavered. Her lips shut on the joint, she breathed through her pert nose.
Jeff pinched her there. Katy’s sapphire eyes bulged. Her naked breasts jostling, she fought the urge to inhale.
Then she did suck as Jeff demanded.
The blonde exploded in coughs. Her bowtied throat flexed, her gourd-big breasts wildly bounced.
“Woo Hoo!” Katy gasped, her coughs ebbing. She remained open-legged. Katy stretched her thin gloved arms high.
“I don’t wanna get it from him first,” the princess said, of Yttocs.
“How about that major on the bridge?” Jeff asked. The blonde fiercely blushed. She’d had no idea that Jeff knew the major impressed her!
“He’s okay,” Katy allowed.
“You’re going to feel him in your belly one of these nights,” Jeff said. His voice was commandingly deep. A flush still lit Katy’s elf features.
“I’m in love with you,” she objected.
“Then you’ll certainly get it from him,” Jeff said. “I want to see the two of you striving toward a mutual bliss. His demanding cock-strokes, your climax-seeking receptivity. A shared release your objective. The brink - the spasming cascade of emotions and fluids. The shuddering aftermath.
“But no love. The act, or acts, as your joined endurance allows, must remain solely physical. You are to use each other. To him you will be a shapely fuck toy. He will be your sexual stallion. When he is empty and you are surfeit, I will make him leave. Because you are my loo, not his.”
“‘Kay,” Katy agreed. She was on the boozy, stoned side of rationality. Jeff’s carnal phrases had been enrapturing, whatever he’d said.
“I didn’t know you were a poet,” Yttocs told Jeff.
“I didn’t know I was a poet either,” he answered.
“He’s the captain!” Katy chirped. She sat attentively straight. Jeff’s big wiener continued to split her seated behind.
“I would like our princess to show what you’re enjoying,” Yttocs said. He was speaking to Jeff.
“She’s enjoying it too,” Jeff replied. Katy blushed anew.
“Am not!” she declared. She wriggled on Jeff’s boner as if severely distressed by it. He groaned. Katy giggled.
The heeled teen leapt off Jeff’s lap.
“Whoa!” she said, finding her stance unsteady. The pot and champagne had fucked her good.
Yttocs chuckled.
“Before you, captain,” he told Jeff drolly, “is Pleiades’ last cherry. But she may not remain so for long.”
End of “Runaway Princess”, installment four.
My “page-a-day” installments bear no relation to the story’s chapter number.
SLICE-of-LIFE
“Someday, Pierre, you’re going to like girls,” I told my brother. He was about 6 years old.
“No! I will never like girls,” Pierre answered.
He remained in this frame of mind when we visited Hong Kong. I was riding in a car’s back seat with my brother. A girl had joined us in the back seat. She was Pierre’s age. Pierre was in the center of the back seat, so he could see past the heads of the adults in the car’s front seats.
Somehow, the girl had managed to sit on Pierre’s lap. The car was going along when, abruptly, Pierre announced,
“You’re sitting on my penis!” He was most annoyed. Whether the girl rearranged herself, I can’t recall. I’m still waiting for her to sit on my lap.
I was correct about Pierre. He did eventually like girls. I’d say more on this subject, but I don’t want to annoy him. I will quote him:
“At least, Andrew, when you get in your bed, there isn’t someone already in it.”
AND IN THE END…
“For everyone in your echo chamber who flags a story as fake, the parallel universe on the other side of the hyperpartisan divide will mark it as true.”
- Scientific American, February 2017. “How to Stamp Out Fake News”. Page 24.
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Copyright 2021 by Andrew L. Roller. ER, Erotic Romances, and ARSE, Andrew Roller Stories and Essays, are trademarks of Andrew L. Roller.
I am https://andrewroller.wordpress.com
Vintage posts by me are at https://asstr.org/files/Authors/Roller/
This is ER, Erotic Romances, issue number 7.5
( ER issue number seven. “Runaway Princess” story installment number five. )
Arcana: This is update and alter the text version number: 3.0
Date Written: August 23, 2021. Live for the day that censorious Big Tech is dead.
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This has been a presentation of A R S E entertainment.
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Victorian style erotica. Reader discretion advised. This is a work of fiction.
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ER 7 Erotic Romances Page a Day Story
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First came… Lolita.
Next came… 50 Shades of Grey.
( Plus 9 1/2 Weeks. )
Now comes ...
Runaway Princess
Installment Five
Chapter Three ( continued )
Katy rushed him. She managed to shove her empty champagne flute over the pulsing end of his penis.
“I want WEAL lemonade!” the blonde beseeched, mangling her speech some. Jeff chuckled.
“I’d rather give you a protein drink.” Katy blinked in brief perplexity. Then, catching his meaning, she squealed with embarrassed delight.
Jeff took the end of his dick from the glass. Setting the glass aside, he swept the long-maned blonde into his arms. Their mouths swiftly engaged as their bodies crushed close; her nakedness in his uniformed embrace. They felt each other in a fevered groping exchange. Jeff savored Katy’s bare curves. She was wowed by his penis’ tensile strength, and its potential.
Jeff’s finger again prodded her hiney’s tight portal. She denied him there, perhaps not willingly. He took revenge for this on her natural route. Katy shrieked into his close-pressing mouth; he confirmed her virginity. Katy’s hymen survived his inspection.
They stood panting like wrestlers after an early round. Jeff, caressing Katy’s apple-round bottom, said,
“We must continue your training.”
Her blue eyes blinked. The seriousness of Jeff’s look made a shiver run through her, despite his hugging warmth. Jeff told her to go to the bed. She would find a surprise under its pillows. Katy was to look under the pair that was stacked closest to the bathroom.
She obeyed. Katy found her steps a bit uncertain because of the mimosa. Her cleft rear wriggled more. Above her wet snatch and slim tummy, her jutting bosoms gracelessly waggled. Her pretty heeled feet flashed in the room’s lights. The star-blazing cosmos seemed to watch through the room’s glass roof and exterior walls.
Katy bent over the bed. Her hiney projecting, she removed the top pillow from its mate. Then she displaced the second pillow. A black leather whip lay coiled on the satin sheet. Katy shrieked.
Her bare fulsome breasts quavering, erect nipples tremulous, she brought Jeff the whip. Katy carried it with her gloved hands outstretched. The whip’s handle lay across both of her upturned palms. She was terrified of the whip’s dangling, menacingly swinging thong.
Jeff accepted the whip as if receiving a gift. He told Katy that she was a good little cunt. The doll-faced teen flushed.
“You’re bein’ just like Miss Edurp says,” Katy objected.
“Who’s Miss Edurp?”
“At my school,” Katy replied. “She says men only like women for their bodies. Not, like, for bein’ good in math.”
“Are you good in math?”
Katy’s rouged cheeks flushed.
“I’m good in home ick,” she said.
“Home economics?”
“I made weally good jello in home ick,” Katy answered. “‘Cept a boy told me I’d make a better cheesecake. But that sounds HARD,” Katy said. Her blue-eyed gaze went again to Jeff’s precum oozing cock. She licked her salmon-painted mouth.
Jeff gave the whip’s dangling thong a flick. It leapt at Katy’s nearest gartered leg. The lithe girl, jumping back just in time to avoid being hit, gasped. Her gloved hands went to her nakedly huddling hind cheeks.
The door chimes to Jeff’s cabin rang. Katy’s long tresses swirled as she looked through the layered glass walls.
“I’ll get it!” she said, her high voice mellifluous. Jeff watched the bare-bottomed girl go, a bit stumblingly, to the door in her stilettos. He stood with his whip hanging and his cock rigid.
The tit-wiggly teen opened the door of Jeff’s cabin. Her tummy taut, and tight cunt drippy, she giggled at Yttocs’ appearance. The man was a stranger to her. He wore the flamboyant nightcap and nightgown issued to Pleiades’ high-ranking crew. The blonde’s Venus nudity moved him. His groin promptly tented his gown.
Over Katy’s ponytailed head Yttocs saw Jeff. The captain, still holding his whip, left his bedroom. His projecting penis wobbled stiffly with his steps. The men greeted each other. Katy, holding her hiney again, was introduced.
“The princess is in Star Command now,” Jeff reported.
“I’m a loo!” Katy chirped. She proudly stuck out her mommy-sized boobs.
“And you’re going riding?” Yttocs asked. HIs gaze went to Jeff’s whip. Katy flushed.
“The captain says I gotta be trained,” she said. Her lissome weight shifted anxiously between her heeled feet.
Yttocs chuckled.
“Don’t forget the classes in astronautics,” he said.
“What’s that?” Katy asked.
“You don’t know?” Yttocs asked.
“No,” Katy confirmed. “Would it help me make cheesecake?”
Yttocs and Jeff laughed. To Katy, the engineer said,
“Since you have a heavenly bottom, you can substitute other training.” The engineer winked at Jeff. Katy, noticing, gripped her pert derriere tighter.
“I hope you haven’t come with more ‘plans’,” Jeff said to Yttocs. He was referring to the engineer’s schemes to depose Regina.
“Not at all,” Yttocs answered. He did so in a manner indicating that he always thought the topic important. He handed Jeff a phone-sized device. “This arrived an hour ago,” Yttocs told Jeff. “A courier brought it from Capricorn.” The location that Yttocs mentioned was a Namorian port in deep space. “High-level stuff on stealth,” Yttocs added. He meant the information that the device contained. “The Krull are ahead of us.”
Jeff silently reminded the old man of Katy’s presence. He did so with a flick of his eyes.
“In building great amusement park rides,” Yttocs inventively added.
“I went to Mouseland last month!” Katy piped up. Yttocs indulged her interruption. Jeff, knowing the engineer would want to discuss the new information, got out a box of joints.
“Primo!” Yttocs said, of the hand-rolled doobies.
“Can I have one?” Katy asked.
“Have you smoked before?” Yttocs asked, lighting his.
“No,” the tit-wiggly waif confessed.
“Then you must get stoned,” Yttocs told her. He blew smoke at her.
Katy’s blue eyes blinked. She gave a boob-wobbly cough.
“Smoking’s bad for your health,” she declared, frowning at Yttocs.
The Venus nude teen settled on Jeff’s lap on a sofa. She did so with much embarrassed merriment. Jeff’s boner wedged in her rear’s cleft. Yttocs sat flanking the captain. Jeff was sitting more or less upright. Katy was alertly perched. Jeff massaged her slim belly. She watched Yttocs puffing on his cigarette. Jeff was doing the same. Yttocs told Jeff what he’d read on the device. He did so obliquely.
“Ready for a hit?” Jeff asked Katy.
“Maybe,” she allowed.
“Tell her to relax,” Yttocs said. “She looks like she’s waiting for a test.”
Katy’s elf-gaze went to Jeff’s whip. It was on the sofa by his hip.
“I’ll only give you what you need,” Jeff assured her. “Weed will help you bear the pain.”
“But why-?” Katy gasped. Jeff grasped one of her gartered thighs. He eased it away from its twin. Katy, flushing, let her legs be spread.
“You will always keep your legs open when we’re in private,” Jeff told her.
“But we’re not in private!” Katy squeaked. She shot toking Yttocs a look.
“My guests don’t count,” Jeff said.
“Thank you,” Yttocs grumbled.
“I’m speaking to the princess,” Jeff said.
“Yes, master,” Yttocs gibed. He did so in a falsetto voice. Katy gave a tit-wiggly giggle. She did so with toddler-like squirms. Her hiney’s movements kept Jeff’s cock thrillingly discomforting in her fanny’s snug furrow.
“In my quarters,” Jeff told Katy, “You will always be naked. As you are now. There might be another man here. There might be ten men. Or, a woman could be present.”
The blonde, her bared flesh like satin, trembled.
“What if I don’t wanna be naked?” she asked.
“That’s what the whip is for,” Pleiades’ captain said. Yttocs nodded.
“To make sure I stay naked?” Katy squeaked.
“To make sure you obey,” Jeff said. He stroked her rouged cheek. His dick flexed in her covetous rear. “It’s natural for you to ask questions, even to try to refuse me. The whip will help break you of this habit. A captain’s every order must be obeyed.”
Katy squirmed, splay-legged, on Jeff’s thick sausage-long dick.
“So I just gotta do what anyone tells me?!” she asked.
“”Not at all,” Jeff said, Yttocs nodding agreement. “You must defend yourself vigorously against all other men.”
“Except old engineers,” Yttocs said.
“Except,” Jeff said again, his penis flexing in Katy’s nether cheeks. “If I prostitute you.”
“Whaaat?!” the bosomy waif cried. Her nipples stuck traitorously forth, like her jug tits. Her puffy vulva was disgracefully juicy.
Yttocs’ cock was a tent pole in his ridiculous nightgown.
“I’m not lettin’ him do me!” Katy insisted. Her gloved hand pointed at Yttocs.
“Give her a hit,” the engineer said. Jeff pressed his own doobie to Katy’s lips. Her blue eyes popped wide. Her thighs remained beckoningly split.
“Open,” Jeff ordered. His dick lodged in Katy’s ass crack, he pressed the joint’s end into her lipsticked mouth. “Now suck,” Jeff said. Katy’s libertine breasts quavered. Her lips shut on the joint, she breathed through her pert nose.
Jeff pinched her there. Katy’s sapphire eyes bulged. Her naked breasts jostling, she fought the urge to inhale.
Then she did suck as Jeff demanded.
The blonde exploded in coughs. Her bowtied throat flexed, her gourd-big breasts wildly bounced.
“Woo Hoo!” Katy gasped, her coughs ebbing. She remained open-legged. Katy stretched her thin gloved arms high.
“I don’t wanna get it from him first,” the princess said, of Yttocs.
“How about that major on the bridge?” Jeff asked. The blonde fiercely blushed. She’d had no idea that Jeff knew the major impressed her!
“He’s okay,” Katy allowed.
“You’re going to feel him in your belly one of these nights,” Jeff said. His voice was commandingly deep. A flush still lit Katy’s elf features.
“I’m in love with you,” she objected.
“Then you’ll certainly get it from him,” Jeff said. “I want to see the two of you striving toward a mutual bliss. His demanding cock-strokes, your climax-seeking receptivity. A shared release your objective. The brink - the spasming cascade of emotions and fluids. The shuddering aftermath.
“But no love. The act, or acts, as your joined endurance allows, must remain solely physical. You are to use each other. To him you will be a shapely fuck toy. He will be your sexual stallion. When he is empty and you are surfeit, I will make him leave. Because you are my loo, not his.”
“‘Kay,” Katy agreed. She was on the boozy, stoned side of rationality. Jeff’s carnal phrases had been enrapturing, whatever he’d said.
“I didn’t know you were a poet,” Yttocs told Jeff.
“I didn’t know I was a poet either,” he answered.
“He’s the captain!” Katy chirped. She sat attentively straight. Jeff’s big wiener continued to split her seated behind.
“I would like our princess to show what you’re enjoying,” Yttocs said. He was speaking to Jeff.
“She’s enjoying it too,” Jeff replied. Katy blushed anew.
“Am not!” she declared. She wriggled on Jeff’s boner as if severely distressed by it. He groaned. Katy giggled.
The heeled teen leapt off Jeff’s lap.
“Whoa!” she said, finding her stance unsteady. The pot and champagne had fucked her good.
Yttocs chuckled.
“Before you, captain,” he told Jeff drolly, “is Pleiades’ last cherry. But she may not remain so for long.”
End of “Runaway Princess”, installment four.
My “page-a-day” installments bear no relation to the story’s chapter number.
SLICE-of-LIFE
“Someday, Pierre, you’re going to like girls,” I told my brother. He was about 6 years old.
“No! I will never like girls,” Pierre answered.
He remained in this frame of mind when we visited Hong Kong. I was riding in a car’s back seat with my brother. A girl had joined us in the back seat. She was Pierre’s age. Pierre was in the center of the back seat, so he could see past the heads of the adults in the car’s front seats.
Somehow, the girl had managed to sit on Pierre’s lap. The car was going along when, abruptly, Pierre announced,
“You’re sitting on my penis!” He was most annoyed. Whether the girl rearranged herself, I can’t recall. I’m still waiting for her to sit on my lap.
I was correct about Pierre. He did eventually like girls. I’d say more on this subject, but I don’t want to annoy him. I will quote him:
“At least, Andrew, when you get in your bed, there isn’t someone already in it.”
AND IN THE END…
“For everyone in your echo chamber who flags a story as fake, the parallel universe on the other side of the hyperpartisan divide will mark it as true.”
- Scientific American, February 2017. “How to Stamp Out Fake News”. Page 24.
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Copyright 2021 by Andrew L. Roller. ER, Erotic Romances, and ARSE, Andrew Roller Stories and Essays, are trademarks of Andrew L. Roller.
I am https://andrewroller.wordpress.com
Vintage posts by me are at https://asstr.org/files/Authors/Roller/
This is ER, Erotic Romances, issue number 7.5
( ER issue number seven. “Runaway Princess” story installment number five. )
Arcana: This is update and alter the text version number: 3.0
Date Written: August 23, 2021. Live for the day that censorious Big Tech is dead.
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Runaway Princess 4
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The Bad… Cuties.
The Worse… Katy Fairmount.
The Ugly… Devil Harris as president.
Runaway Princess
Installment Four
Chapter Three ( continued )
The big man unzipped his fly. Katy, still peeing, shrieked. Jeff liberated his cock. Its veined, pulsing length, thrusting from his trousers, flung precum from its tip. Jeff’s pre-jism hit Katy’s little nose. Her big blue eyes momentarily crossed.
She burst into a boob-wobbly laugh. Her bladder, still emptying, poured forth a stream of hot pee. Jeff eased forward. Gripping his phallus’ shaft as if addressing a urinal, he brought his boner to Katy’s mouth. Her puerile nose scrunched.
“Kiss it,” Jeff ordered.
Katy, her piss still noisily landing in the commode, did. She blushed again. Her lips, leaving Jeff’s penis, were smeared with his pre-jism.
She came back quickly for seconds. Katy’s tongue tasted the tip of Jeff’s crown. It proceeded to swirl around the whole helmeted end of his organ. She licked along his throbber’s length. Her pee ebbed to drips. Katy kept her cunnylips parted, along with her stockinged legs.
Jeff challenged her to take his dick in her mouth. Katy’s bowtied throat swallowed. Opening her small mouth as wide as she could, while keeping her tight cooch split, she attempted this. Her breath was a warm moisture-rich breeze. Jeff plugged her exhalations. Her tongue proved lively upon his trespassing bulk. Katy, wide-eyed but mouth-stoppered, sucked the business end of Jeff’s penis. He groaned.
Katy, finding her clit hopelessly buzzy, succored herself there. Her fingerings made her naked hips squirm. The couple’s erotic conjunction continued for some dreamy length. Jeff provided his throbby, drool-prone strength. Katy, diligently sucking him, wriggled to her digits’ lewd ministrations in her wet vulva.
Jeff pulled his cock from her cupid mouth. Strings of his precum, and Katy’s saliva, briefly joined his departed organ and her lips. The colonel helped Katy rise from the toilet. Her mouth glistening with his tool’s effusions, she neglected to wipe.
The toilet remained unflushed. Not bothering about this, Jeff directed his penis to where Katy had been. He urinated, powerfully, into the peed-in commode. Katy shrieked at the vigor of Jeff’s stream. His gold flow sparkled in the lavatory’s lights. The room’s mirrored walls multiplied the yellow flow’s presence. Briefly, Katy felt like she was caught in a lemonade rainstorm. Her gloved hand made a deeper connection. It went to her juicy pussy as she gawked at Jeff’s jetting dick.
The colonel finished. He did not stow his dick. Indeed, doing so would have been hard; his cock was bone rampant. Jeff flushed the commode as Katy retrieved her bunny from it. He escorted the ponytailed blonde into his bedroom. Jeff’s penis led the way. Katy, though awed again at his star-canopied bed, proved skittish.
“I’m not sleepy,” Katy averred.
“I’ll fix you a cocktail,” Jeff said. He asked what adult drinks she liked. Katy, cradling Frosty, thumbed her pre-jism wettened mouth.
“Anything that makes me drunk, I guess.” She’d once heard a schoolmate say this. Her experience of alcohol was nearly nil. The colonel complimented her choice.
“You’ll take your training better if you’re a little boozy. It will act as anesthesia.”
The petal-lipped girl gasped up at him, eyes wide.
“I’m gonna get it now?” she squeaked.
“After our drinks,” Jeff smoothly replied. He gathered items to make them.
Katy’s peach-plump hindquarters tightened. Succumbing again to diddling, her dell vise-tight but utterly juicy, she breathed,
“I’m gonna save myself for marriage.”
“It’s too late, lieutenant,” Jeff said. “You’re in Star Command.” He popped open a bottle of champagne. It gushed foam. Katy shrieked as Jeff splashed her with the bottle’s ejaculate. Alcohol spumed over her bare heaving breasts. It frothed down her belly, to sparkle in her mons’ curls and soak her cunny. It streamed down her curved thighs.
“You got me wet!” she exclaimed. The dripping teen pouted. Frosty was face-down, in spilled champagne, on the floor.
“I got you wetter,” Jeff corrected the blonde. He pointedly eyed her puff-lipped, slick vulva. Katy flushed. She consoled her drenched loveslit with pleasure-delivering fingers. Her nude hourglass hips wiggled.
Jeff sliced a lemon.
“You can’t make me join Star Command,” Oobat’s princess protested.
“I didn’t,” Jeff answered.
“Huh?” Katy rescued Frosty from the wet spot on the carpet.
“Your lovely face drafted you.”
“Oh!” Katy was flattered.
“And your gorgeous bosoms.”
Katy proudly proffered her gourd-big boobs in response.
“But most of all, Miss Fairmount, what got you into Star Command is your -“
“My cherry,” Katy’s high voice cut in.
“That got you aboard Pleiades,” Jeff answered. “But I think you’d have wound up here anyhow.”
“‘Cause I’m pretty,” Katy said. She looked highly pleased with herself.
“Actually, it’s because you have a great ass.”
“What?!” the girl put a hand to her cleft rear.
Jeff laughed. Katy, still holding her bottom, stuck her tongue out at him. He gave her a lemonade mimosa. A slice of lemon floated in its urine hue.
She flushed.
Jeff laughed again. Holding his own yellow drink, he proposed a toast:
“To your cherry.”
“It’s a lemon - OH!” Katy blushingly squealed. She lost Frosty to the wet spot again as her gloved hand hugged her cunt.
They drank to her hymen, and its impending destruction. Katy’s young breasts waggled as she gulped from her glass; they, and her elf face, tilting high. Hestia blushed at the saucy spread of Katy’s champagne-wet thighs.
“You drank it all,” Jeff said. Katy had kept up with him in downing her drink. She wiped her champagne-wet mouth with a gloved arm.
“I was thirsty,” she said. A hiccup, jostling her pointed tits, escaped her bowtied throat.
The alcohol had its effect. Katy, holding her empty glass, cocked her stockinged thighs wide. She jutted her naked hips at the colonel. Katy flashed him a view of her tight twat’s pink recess. Jeff’s freed penis responsively flexed.
End of “Runaway Princess”, installment four.
My “page-a-day” installments bear no relation to the story’s chapter number.
Author’s note: The inverted quotation mark, above, is courtesy of Apple’s app, “Pages”.
THEOLOGICAL Trickery: OUR blameless LORD.
God invented sex. However, sex isn’t God’s fault. That’s because you’re supposed to resist the sexual urge.
If you don’t, it’s your fault. You’ve succumbed to Satan.
But who created Satan? God.
AND IN THE END…
“When I was 13, I was a waif - with breasts.”
- Author Jennifer Jane Tobkin, New Orleans, Louisiana, United States of America, spring 1999.
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Copyright 2021 by Andrew L. Roller. ER, Erotic Romances, and ARSE, Andrew Roller Stories and Essays, are trademarks of Andrew L. Roller.
I am https://andrewroller.wordpress.com
Vintage posts by me are at https://asstr.org/files/Authors/Roller/
This is ER, Erotic Romances, issue number 6.4
( ER issue number six. “Runaway Princess” story installment number four. )
Arcana: This is update and alter the text version number: 2.0
Date Written: August 22, 2021. Live for the day that censorious Big Tech is dead.
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Runaway Princess 3
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Runaway Princess
Installment Three
Chapter One ( continued )
“She’s with me,” Jeff said. His arm ringed Katy’s slender nude waist. One of the guards answered with a sneer. Jeff’s remit didn’t cover them.
The second guard drew his holstered pistol. Jeff’s combat-honed reflexes were faster. He shot the gun from the man’s hand. Katy screamed. The guard’s hand was left bloody.
His companion dropped the gun that he’d drawn. It clanged onto the metal floor as he hastened back into the lift. He was joined there by the wounded guard. Jeff stowed his gun as the elevator departed.
“You saved me!” Katy gushed to Jeff. She sprang onto her shoe-held toes. Her gloved arms went surrender high. They wrapped about Jeff’s strong neck as she pressed warmly to him. Katy’s nude breasts squashed to Jeff’s uniformed front. His trousered groin prodded her nakedness.
Jeff’s face bent to the ponytailed blonde’s. His palms squeezed her bare seat as they kissed.
She proved fish-wriggly in his embrace. Jeff, his mouth to hers, sought to occupy her wet oral warmth.
Katy’s tongue popped duelingly forth. Their mouths, meshing as their tongues clashed, exchanged saliva. Jeff’s had a breath mint flavor. Katy’s held traces of a yummy gumball.
A scent of bath soap, along with shampoo, lingered on the bow-adorned waif. Her perfume was candy-themed. The bare-bottomed girl revelled in Jeff’s masculine scent.
He parted her cleft rear’s halves. A squeal broke from Katy as the colonel fingered her puckered butthole. It proved starfish-tight. But the movement got Jeff’s tongue into her startled mouth. Katy sucked on his wet intruder. Jeff massaged her pert hiney’s warmth with a view to making it burn.
He let the bosomy girl up for air. Her lips, leaving his, gasped.
“Will you get in trouble?” she asked.
“No,” Jeff answered. “I can handle Regina. But you might be in trouble. Civilians aren’t allowed on the bridge.”
The wide-eyed blonde gasped.
Chapter Two
Katy was again hugging her bunny. Her puffed, juicy vulva was starting to streak the inner curves of her thighs. She was, as a result, moistening her flounced garters. The girl stood by Jeff as they rode the lift to the bridge’s first floor.
She was a runaway princess. Katy explained that she wasn’t Namorian. She’d come from the small, neutral kingdom of Oobat.
“And I’m very sensitive,” she added. Her naked hips wriggled. The halves of her bottom huddled as her bunny, pressed to her cleavage, canted her naked tits wide. Katy’s rouged teats were erect.
“Then you’re forgiven,” Jeff grunted. Dismay clouded the waif’s upturned face. Realizing her reaction was visible, she furiously blushed.
The lift stopped. Jeff helped Katy step past several blood stains on its floor. They’d been left by the wounded guard as he’d escaped. Katy had shrieked, upstairs, upon seeing the blood. She was, at times, puppy-bold; yet she could be as frightened as a new kitten.
On the bridge’s first floor, Jeff spoke to a Major Sullahp. The colonel did so holding Katy’s little gloved hand. She was cradling Frosty to her right tit. When Katy wasn’t pretending to breastfeed her bunny, her young bosoms thrust at the major. Her pink nipples, highlighted with rouge, were luringly pointed.
“This is Princess Fairmount,” Jeff said. “Of the House of Worthylay.” Katy’s rouged cheeks became suddenly erubescent. She felt like her nudity was mocking her pedigree. Also, the buff major’s dick was pronging his pants. Katy widened her stocking-legged stance. Her cunny, already unnervingly tingly and warm, felt wetter. Drippier.
“The princess wants to join Star Command,” Jeff said. Katy’s glossed lips popped open in surprise. Peter Sullahp asked Katy’s age. The blonde, giving it, stuck out her bare melon tits more.
“Not quite old enough,” a female officer remarked.
“Her boobs certainly qualify,” the major countered.
Chapter Three
Katy clung to Jeff’s hand as he led her from the bridge. She did so bare-bottomed, bearing Frosty.
“Can I weally be a honorary loo?!” the blonde asked. Excitement distorted her speech some.
“The rank is lieutenant,” Jeff answered.
“That too,” the tit-wiggly girl said.
“Yes, but you must be trained,” Jeff replied.
“Oh.” Katy’s gasped answer caught in her slim bowtied throat.
The captain’s cabin surmounted much of the rest of the yacht. Its interior walls were glass. These gave views of all his suite’s rooms, from any other room. Only the mirror-walled bathrooms were private. Two-way mirrors wrapped the cabin’s outermost walls and its roof. Katy gawked, gaspingly, at the starry firmament.
“It’s romantic!” she gushed. The blonde’s naked hips wriggled. Pressing Frosty to her dell, she said,
“I needa pee.”
Jeff escorted the princess to his bedroom. She blushingly sighed at his big four-poster bed. It had tall head and footboards. These consisted of polished brass posts. The tallest posts were those at the bed’s four corners. These were sheathed partly in ivory, with an ivory sphere atop each.
The bed had four satin-cased pillows. Their shade was that of the moon-like spheres. The pillows were stacked in dual pairs at the bed’s head. Its sheets, also white satin, had been turned down by Jeff’s housekeeper. A blanket and comforter lay folded at the bed’s foot.
Nightstands flanked the bed’s head. Each of these bureaus was topped by a lamp. Jeff brought the bare-bottomed blonde into the room’s en suite bath. Its porcelain fixtures included a bidet. There was a gang shower.
“A captain of ‘Pleiades’ is expected to entertain,” Jeff said. Bosomy Katy gasped.
“You mean, like a orgy?”
“Yes.”
The tit-wiggly waif blushed, gasping again. She plopped Frosty upright on the toilet’s tank. Seating herself, she splayed her gartered legs. Katy gigglingly fingered apart her tight cooch.
“Don’t look!” she admonished Jeff. The colonel, his cock tenting his trousers, did anyway. Katy blushingly pissed. As her urine splashed in the bowl, she sassily asked, “Is this part of my training?”
“It is,” Jeff said. The blonde, her gaze going again to Jeff’s groin, licked her glossed lips.
End of “Runaway Princess”, installment three.
My “page-a-day” installments bear no relation to the story’s chapter number.
Author’s note: Stephen King was asked if he’d ever written porn. He said that he’d tried. However, he’d broken down laughing. He was unable to continue.
I am able to continue. If, Stephen, you need help writing porn, here’s how you do it!
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Copyright 2021 by Andrew L. Roller. ER, Erotic Romances, and ARSE, Andrew Roller Stories and Essays, are trademarks of Andrew L. Roller.
I am https://andrewroller.wordpress.com
Vintage posts by me are at https://asstr.org/files/Authors/Roller/
This is ER, Erotic Romances, issue number 5.3
( ER issue number five. “Runaway Princess” story installment number three. )
Arcana: This is update and alter the text version number: 3.0
Date Written: August 22, 2021. Live for the day that censorious Big Tech is dead.
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This has been a presentation of A R S E entertainment.
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Victorian style erotica. Reader discretion advised. This is a work of fiction.
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Runaway Princess
Installment Three
Chapter One ( continued )
“She’s with me,” Jeff said. His arm ringed Katy’s slender nude waist. One of the guards answered with a sneer. Jeff’s remit didn’t cover them.
The second guard drew his holstered pistol. Jeff’s combat-honed reflexes were faster. He shot the gun from the man’s hand. Katy screamed. The guard’s hand was left bloody.
His companion dropped the gun that he’d drawn. It clanged onto the metal floor as he hastened back into the lift. He was joined there by the wounded guard. Jeff stowed his gun as the elevator departed.
“You saved me!” Katy gushed to Jeff. She sprang onto her shoe-held toes. Her gloved arms went surrender high. They wrapped about Jeff’s strong neck as she pressed warmly to him. Katy’s nude breasts squashed to Jeff’s uniformed front. His trousered groin prodded her nakedness.
Jeff’s face bent to the ponytailed blonde’s. His palms squeezed her bare seat as they kissed.
She proved fish-wriggly in his embrace. Jeff, his mouth to hers, sought to occupy her wet oral warmth.
Katy’s tongue popped duelingly forth. Their mouths, meshing as their tongues clashed, exchanged saliva. Jeff’s had a breath mint flavor. Katy’s held traces of a yummy gumball.
A scent of bath soap, along with shampoo, lingered on the bow-adorned waif. Her perfume was candy-themed. The bare-bottomed girl revelled in Jeff’s masculine scent.
He parted her cleft rear’s halves. A squeal broke from Katy as the colonel fingered her puckered butthole. It proved starfish-tight. But the movement got Jeff’s tongue into her startled mouth. Katy sucked on his wet intruder. Jeff massaged her pert hiney’s warmth with a view to making it burn.
He let the bosomy girl up for air. Her lips, leaving his, gasped.
“Will you get in trouble?” she asked.
“No,” Jeff answered. “I can handle Regina. But you might be in trouble. Civilians aren’t allowed on the bridge.”
The wide-eyed blonde gasped.
Chapter Two
Katy was again hugging her bunny. Her puffed, juicy vulva was starting to streak the inner curves of her thighs. She was, as a result, moistening her flounced garters. The girl stood by Jeff as they rode the lift to the bridge’s first floor.
She was a runaway princess. Katy explained that she wasn’t Namorian. She’d come from the small, neutral kingdom of Oobat.
“And I’m very sensitive,” she added. Her naked hips wriggled. The halves of her bottom huddled as her bunny, pressed to her cleavage, canted her naked tits wide. Katy’s rouged teats were erect.
“Then you’re forgiven,” Jeff grunted. Dismay clouded the waif’s upturned face. Realizing her reaction was visible, she furiously blushed.
The lift stopped. Jeff helped Katy step past several blood stains on its floor. They’d been left by the wounded guard as he’d escaped. Katy had shrieked, upstairs, upon seeing the blood. She was, at times, puppy-bold; yet she could be as frightened as a new kitten.
On the bridge’s first floor, Jeff spoke to a Major Sullahp. The colonel did so holding Katy’s little gloved hand. She was cradling Frosty to her right tit. When Katy wasn’t pretending to breastfeed her bunny, her young bosoms thrust at the major. Her pink nipples, highlighted with rouge, were luringly pointed.
“This is Princess Fairmount,” Jeff said. “Of the House of Worthylay.” Katy’s rouged cheeks became suddenly erubescent. She felt like her nudity was mocking her pedigree. Also, the buff major’s dick was pronging his pants. Katy widened her stocking-legged stance. Her cunny, already unnervingly tingly and warm, felt wetter. Drippier.
“The princess wants to join Star Command,” Jeff said. Katy’s glossed lips popped open in surprise. Peter Sullahp asked Katy’s age. The blonde, giving it, stuck out her bare melon tits more.
“Not quite old enough,” a female officer remarked.
“Her boobs certainly qualify,” the major countered.
Chapter Three
Katy clung to Jeff’s hand as he led her from the bridge. She did so bare-bottomed, bearing Frosty.
“Can I weally be a honorary loo?!” the blonde asked. Excitement distorted her speech some.
“The rank is lieutenant,” Jeff answered.
“That too,” the tit-wiggly girl said.
“Yes, but you must be trained,” Jeff replied.
“Oh.” Katy’s gasped answer caught in her slim bowtied throat.
The captain’s cabin surmounted much of the rest of the yacht. Its interior walls were glass. These gave views of all his suite’s rooms, from any other room. Only the mirror-walled bathrooms were private. Two-way mirrors wrapped the cabin’s outermost walls and its roof. Katy gawked, gaspingly, at the starry firmament.
“It’s romantic!” she gushed. The blonde’s naked hips wriggled. Pressing Frosty to her dell, she said,
“I needa pee.”
Jeff escorted the princess to his bedroom. She blushingly sighed at his big four-poster bed. It had tall head and footboards. These consisted of polished brass posts. The tallest posts were those at the bed’s four corners. These were sheathed partly in ivory, with an ivory sphere atop each.
The bed had four satin-cased pillows. Their shade was that of the moon-like spheres. The pillows were stacked in dual pairs at the bed’s head. Its sheets, also white satin, had been turned down by Jeff’s housekeeper. A blanket and comforter lay folded at the bed’s foot.
Nightstands flanked the bed’s head. Each of these bureaus was topped by a lamp. Jeff brought the bare-bottomed blonde into the room’s en suite bath. Its porcelain fixtures included a bidet. There was a gang shower.
“A captain of ‘Pleiades’ is expected to entertain,” Jeff said. Bosomy Katy gasped.
“You mean, like a orgy?”
“Yes.”
The tit-wiggly waif blushed, gasping again. She plopped Frosty upright on the toilet’s tank. Seating herself, she splayed her gartered legs. Katy gigglingly fingered apart her tight cooch.
“Don’t look!” she admonished Jeff. The colonel, his cock tenting his trousers, did anyway. Katy blushingly pissed. As her urine splashed in the bowl, she sassily asked, “Is this part of my training?”
“It is,” Jeff said. The blonde, her gaze going again to Jeff’s groin, licked her glossed lips.
End of “Runaway Princess”, installment three.
My “page-a-day” installments bear no relation to the story’s chapter number.
Author’s note: Stephen King was asked if he’d ever written porn. He said that he’d tried. However, he’d broken down laughing. He was unable to continue.
I am able to continue. If, Stephen, you need help writing porn, here’s how you do it!
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Copyright 2021 by Andrew L. Roller. ER, Erotic Romances, and ARSE, Andrew Roller Stories and Essays, are trademarks of Andrew L. Roller.
I am https://andrewroller.wordpress.com
Vintage posts by me are at https://asstr.org/files/Authors/Roller/
This is ER, Erotic Romances, issue number 5.3
( ER issue number five. “Runaway Princess” story installment number three. )
Arcana: This is update and alter the text version number: 3.0
Date Written: August 22, 2021. Live for the day that censorious Big Tech is dead.
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Runaway Princess 2
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Runaway Princess
Installment Two
Chapter One ( continued )
Her bright-eyed face rose high to Jeff’s.
“I’m Katy!” she chirped. He took her gloved hand in greeting. It was the one that she’d used in modesty’s service. She blushed anew as Jeff kissed her hand. He inhaled her intimate scent. Mingled with her honey freshness was the edible lube’s cherry flavor. Jeff tasted this on his lips.
The bosomy waif blushingly laughed. Jeff’s cock resembled a trouser-penned cobra.
She had a secret to tell him. The tall colonel leant his ear. Katy rose on her heel-shod tiptoes. In a high, breathy voice, her bare breasts jiggling, she said,
“I’m s’posed to be at th’ orgy!” Her eyes flashed with Eve delight upon meeting Jeff’s again. The inspiration of Eden’s apple was in her. Yet the fruit remained untasted. A scarlet ferret, bowtied high on her arm, proclaimed her virginity.
Jeff made a perfunctory tour of the bridge’s third floor. Katy, bringing her rabbit, accompanied him.
She was thrilled to learn that he was, indeed, Colonel Carson. Katy revealed that “Teen Spirit”, a nymphet bible, had profiled him in its latest issue.
“So I just hadda meet you,” the bosomy waif chirped. Her breasts, on her little figure, evoked juice-laden cantaloupes.
Katy’s eyes were sapphires. Elf-big, they contrasted with her pert nose. Her smile blossomed often. She had bee-stung lips; her small teeth were pearls.
Her bowtie was satin. Silver glitter accented its lily hue. White was the shade of all her attire, including her stilettos. The sole exception was her left arm’s red ferret. At this hour, the virgins furnished to “Pleiades,” for the empress’ trip, were losing their right to wear a red ferret.
Katy’s lank tresses tumbled abundantly to her bare waist. Her young hips flared with promise.
She had a dimple navel. Unlike her nude dell, her mons was fleeced. Katy’s private curls were a richer yellow than her long swishing locks.
Her hair was center-parted. Some of it was pulled into a high ponytail. A pleated lace ferret held it. The ferret, which was pellucid, was patterned by tiny cherries. These were opaque. They were the dove hue of their background.
As for her arm’s ferret, it was a twin of the one binding part of her mane. Its nubilous cherries shared their limpid background’s scarlet shade.
Silver glitter accented her bowtie’s sheen. Gold hoop earrings gleamed in her face-wreathing mane. Her pleasingly broad cheeks were subtly rouged with a rose hue. Her glossed lips were painted salmon.
Frosty was the name of her rabbit. Katy’s fuzzy, winter-white comfort toy had tall erect ears. These were lined with pink satin. Her bunny’s face, with its button nose but no mouth, remained forever inscrutable.
Her stockings ran well up her thighs. Along with her garters, they neatly framed her nude, juicy pussy. Her pearl white hose were semi-sheer like her opera gloves. Katy’s ruched garters were dotted with white cherries on a background of transparent white.
A satin carnation ornamented the front of each of her thighs’ garters. Like her bowtie, her faux flowers twinkled with sliver glitter.
She wore arm garters. Topping her long gloves, they were tied off in back by slim drawstrings.
Her arms’ garters shared the design of those binding her legs. They were patterned by white cherries. As for her arm garters’ sparkly carnations, one each adorned the outer flanks of her model-thin arms.
Her strappy heels were patent leather. Their sandal design left her stockinged feet mostly exposed. Each stiletto put a slim leather bow at the back of her dainty feet. Katy’s trim toenails were opalescent. Her long fingernails offered the same rainbow-like hues.
She had a light tan. An absent bikini’s imprint left her charms creamy. As for the taut points of her juttingly wobbly breasts, they were dawn pink. Katy had generous areolas. The stems of her nipples were rouged to a lurid pink. So were her labia majora.
Her ribs were countable. As for her hiney, its huddling plumpness held moon pale appeal.
Jeff knew how a royal orgy began. The virgins were lined up and whipped. Yet Katy’s bare seat showed no sign of abuse. His penis straining his pants, he asked her obliquely about this.
The girl’s pixie face flushed.
“They was still makin’ me ready,” she said. A giggle gave greater movement to her jellied tits. With her gloved hand, Katy pointed to her bare lubed pudenda.
She blushed more. As Jeff adjusted a piece of equipment, the waif, feeling her fanny’s cleft rondure, asked,
“Does getting it hurt?”
“You mean, whipped?” Jeff asked.
“An’ what happens next-“ Katy meant at the orgy. In the wake of the virgins’ lashing, a contest ensued. The girls were indiscriminately fucked. The man who penetrated the most girls, before his inevitable discharge, won. The erstwhile virgin brought to the most orgasms was also a winner.
“Losing your cherry will probably hurt, Katy,” Jeff told the adolescent. She received this with diddling fingers at her puffy slick snatch. “As for the whip, it’s meant to inflict pain.”
“So why-?!” burst from the bare bosomed girl’s cupid mouth.
Jeff tousled her bow-adorned head. Her cute little nose scrunched with disapproval at this. She didn’t want to be thought of as a child! Katy stuck out her mama-big tits.
“I won’t let anyone hurt you,” Jeff told the bunny-toting blonde.
“Oh! I don’t wanna be stuck with this in the morning!” Katy protested. She meant her scarlet ferret. A deflowered girl got to wear a blue one, denoting her experience.
Jeff was again by the lift. Its doors opened. Two men, in the splendid uniforms of Regina’s bodyguard, emerged. Their attention went straight to Katy. The blonde yelpingly gasped. Dropping her rabbit, she hugged Jeff.
“There’s the bitch!” a guard said.
End of “Runaway Princess”, installment two.
My “page-a-day” installments bear no relation to the story’s chapter number.
Author’s note: The inverted quotation mark, above, is courtesy of Apple’s app, “Pages”.
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Copyright 2021 by Andrew L. Roller. ER, Erotic Romances, and ARSE, Andrew Roller Stories and Essays, are trademarks of Andrew L. Roller.
I am https://andrewroller.wordpress.com
Vintage posts by me are at https://asstr.org/files/Authors/Roller/
This is ER, Erotic Romances, issue number 4.2
( ER issue number four. “Runaway Princess” story installment number two. )
Arcana: This is update and alter the text version number: 2.0
Date Written: August 20, 2021. Live for the day that censorious Big Tech is dead.
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This has been a presentation of A R S E entertainment.
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Victorian style erotica. Reader discretion advised. This is a work of fiction.
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ER 4 Erotic Romances Page a Day Story
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Runaway Princess
Installment Two
Chapter One ( continued )
Her bright-eyed face rose high to Jeff’s.
“I’m Katy!” she chirped. He took her gloved hand in greeting. It was the one that she’d used in modesty’s service. She blushed anew as Jeff kissed her hand. He inhaled her intimate scent. Mingled with her honey freshness was the edible lube’s cherry flavor. Jeff tasted this on his lips.
The bosomy waif blushingly laughed. Jeff’s cock resembled a trouser-penned cobra.
She had a secret to tell him. The tall colonel leant his ear. Katy rose on her heel-shod tiptoes. In a high, breathy voice, her bare breasts jiggling, she said,
“I’m s’posed to be at th’ orgy!” Her eyes flashed with Eve delight upon meeting Jeff’s again. The inspiration of Eden’s apple was in her. Yet the fruit remained untasted. A scarlet ferret, bowtied high on her arm, proclaimed her virginity.
Jeff made a perfunctory tour of the bridge’s third floor. Katy, bringing her rabbit, accompanied him.
She was thrilled to learn that he was, indeed, Colonel Carson. Katy revealed that “Teen Spirit”, a nymphet bible, had profiled him in its latest issue.
“So I just hadda meet you,” the bosomy waif chirped. Her breasts, on her little figure, evoked juice-laden cantaloupes.
Katy’s eyes were sapphires. Elf-big, they contrasted with her pert nose. Her smile blossomed often. She had bee-stung lips; her small teeth were pearls.
Her bowtie was satin. Silver glitter accented its lily hue. White was the shade of all her attire, including her stilettos. The sole exception was her left arm’s red ferret. At this hour, the virgins furnished to “Pleiades,” for the empress’ trip, were losing their right to wear a red ferret.
Katy’s lank tresses tumbled abundantly to her bare waist. Her young hips flared with promise.
She had a dimple navel. Unlike her nude dell, her mons was fleeced. Katy’s private curls were a richer yellow than her long swishing locks.
Her hair was center-parted. Some of it was pulled into a high ponytail. A pleated lace ferret held it. The ferret, which was pellucid, was patterned by tiny cherries. These were opaque. They were the dove hue of their background.
As for her arm’s ferret, it was a twin of the one binding part of her mane. Its nubilous cherries shared their limpid background’s scarlet shade.
Silver glitter accented her bowtie’s sheen. Gold hoop earrings gleamed in her face-wreathing mane. Her pleasingly broad cheeks were subtly rouged with a rose hue. Her glossed lips were painted salmon.
Frosty was the name of her rabbit. Katy’s fuzzy, winter-white comfort toy had tall erect ears. These were lined with pink satin. Her bunny’s face, with its button nose but no mouth, remained forever inscrutable.
Her stockings ran well up her thighs. Along with her garters, they neatly framed her nude, juicy pussy. Her pearl white hose were semi-sheer like her opera gloves. Katy’s ruched garters were dotted with white cherries on a background of transparent white.
A satin carnation ornamented the front of each of her thighs’ garters. Like her bowtie, her faux flowers twinkled with sliver glitter.
She wore arm garters. Topping her long gloves, they were tied off in back by slim drawstrings.
Her arms’ garters shared the design of those binding her legs. They were patterned by white cherries. As for her arm garters’ sparkly carnations, one each adorned the outer flanks of her model-thin arms.
Her strappy heels were patent leather. Their sandal design left her stockinged feet mostly exposed. Each stiletto put a slim leather bow at the back of her dainty feet. Katy’s trim toenails were opalescent. Her long fingernails offered the same rainbow-like hues.
She had a light tan. An absent bikini’s imprint left her charms creamy. As for the taut points of her juttingly wobbly breasts, they were dawn pink. Katy had generous areolas. The stems of her nipples were rouged to a lurid pink. So were her labia majora.
Her ribs were countable. As for her hiney, its huddling plumpness held moon pale appeal.
Jeff knew how a royal orgy began. The virgins were lined up and whipped. Yet Katy’s bare seat showed no sign of abuse. His penis straining his pants, he asked her obliquely about this.
The girl’s pixie face flushed.
“They was still makin’ me ready,” she said. A giggle gave greater movement to her jellied tits. With her gloved hand, Katy pointed to her bare lubed pudenda.
She blushed more. As Jeff adjusted a piece of equipment, the waif, feeling her fanny’s cleft rondure, asked,
“Does getting it hurt?”
“You mean, whipped?” Jeff asked.
“An’ what happens next-“ Katy meant at the orgy. In the wake of the virgins’ lashing, a contest ensued. The girls were indiscriminately fucked. The man who penetrated the most girls, before his inevitable discharge, won. The erstwhile virgin brought to the most orgasms was also a winner.
“Losing your cherry will probably hurt, Katy,” Jeff told the adolescent. She received this with diddling fingers at her puffy slick snatch. “As for the whip, it’s meant to inflict pain.”
“So why-?!” burst from the bare bosomed girl’s cupid mouth.
Jeff tousled her bow-adorned head. Her cute little nose scrunched with disapproval at this. She didn’t want to be thought of as a child! Katy stuck out her mama-big tits.
“I won’t let anyone hurt you,” Jeff told the bunny-toting blonde.
“Oh! I don’t wanna be stuck with this in the morning!” Katy protested. She meant her scarlet ferret. A deflowered girl got to wear a blue one, denoting her experience.
Jeff was again by the lift. Its doors opened. Two men, in the splendid uniforms of Regina’s bodyguard, emerged. Their attention went straight to Katy. The blonde yelpingly gasped. Dropping her rabbit, she hugged Jeff.
“There’s the bitch!” a guard said.
End of “Runaway Princess”, installment two.
My “page-a-day” installments bear no relation to the story’s chapter number.
Author’s note: The inverted quotation mark, above, is courtesy of Apple’s app, “Pages”.
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Copyright 2021 by Andrew L. Roller. ER, Erotic Romances, and ARSE, Andrew Roller Stories and Essays, are trademarks of Andrew L. Roller.
I am https://andrewroller.wordpress.com
Vintage posts by me are at https://asstr.org/files/Authors/Roller/
This is ER, Erotic Romances, issue number 4.2
( ER issue number four. “Runaway Princess” story installment number two. )
Arcana: This is update and alter the text version number: 2.0
Date Written: August 20, 2021. Live for the day that censorious Big Tech is dead.
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This has been a presentation of A R S E entertainment.
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Runaway Princess 1
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Victorian style erotica. Reader discretion advised. This is a work of fiction.
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ER 3 Erotic Romances Page a Day Story
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Runaway Princess
Installment One
Chapter One
The Sun was now a dwindling star in the firmament. “Pleiades”, Empress Regina’s yacht, had begun its annual tour of her empire. Colonel Jeff Carson captained the ship. His victories in the galactic war had won him the position. Sitting on “Pleiades” bridge, Jeff felt like a caged animal. The only challenge “Pleiades” faced was a snafu with internal communications and monitoring.
The 40-year-old colonel was tall and muscular. HIs bister hair was crewcut; his handsome face was, for once, clean-shaven. He’d traded his fatigues for dress blues. Jeff refused to wear the uniform of “Pleiades” crew. He had no intention of resembling a peacock.
It was midnight. Having slept several hours in his cabin, Jeff was back on duty. He’d declined the empress’ invitation to her orgy. Such events would be held throughout the voyage. Jeff was no stranger to wenching.
Yttocs, the ship’s old engineer, sat in a chair beside Jeff’s. He wore a peacock uniform. Glancing at Jeff, and the captain’s angst, Yttocs laughed.
“You’d love an attack from the Krull,” he said. Regina’s empire, Namor, had been at war with the Krull for decades.
“I wouldn’t want the empress’ life endangered,” Jeff answered.
“Of course not,” Yttocs agreed. “Those who do get the noose. Yet it’s your victories that rectified her mistakes.”
“I would rather be fighting the Krull,” Jeff acknowledged. “Where I can fix more mistakes.”
Yttocs nodded.
“I won’t join your coup plotting, old man,” Jeff wanted to say. But he kept his silence. He killed Krull. A natural death would surely relieve Namor of Regina soon.
Yttocs rose from his chair.
“I don’t have your staying power - for this,” he said.
“Enjoy the orgy,” Jeff muttered.
“I wasn’t invited,” Yttocs replied, envy in his voice. “But I’ll manage.”
“Don’t let your ‘management’ invite Regina’s ire,” Jeff warned. The old engineer didn’t just know “Pleiades”. Doing work on the ship, he’d sometimes stealthily modified it. Jeff bid the engineer goodnight.
Jeff was left with several human crew members and a dozen robots. They knew their jobs. Probably, they could acquit themselves well if the Krull attacked. No such attack would come, however. Jeff was certain of this. The war raged far from Earth. “Pleiades” was shadowed by a contingent of protective vessels.
Jeff got in a lift. It took him to the highest of the bridge’s three floors. The upper two floors were akin to verandas in their construction. They overlooked the bridge’s first floor.
The colonel wanted a last look at Earth in the bridge’s rear-facing telescope. Going to the device, he aimed it at the Sun’s jewel-like gleam. Electronic optics cut in. Earth appeared, like a blue pearl, amid the Sun’s reduced glare. The telescope’s optics enhanced this view. Clouds now laced the blue.
“Can I look?” an angelic voice asked. Jeff turned from the scope. A blonde stood several yards distant. Her doll face flushed. Outfitted for the orgy, she was nude from her bowtied neck to her thighs’ frilly garters. She hugged her bare pussy with a gloved hand. Her gloves left her delicate, long-nailed fingers uncovered. She was cradling a stuffed bunny.
“Of course you can look,” Jeff answered. This had the effect of letting him look at the girl’s muff, for the waif took her little hand from her snug cunt. Her innie vulva was depilated and lubed.
She came trippingly. Her silk stockings, like her silk gloves, shimmered. Her high upturned breasts nakedly bounced. The girl’s alert nipples peaked more in Jeff’s presence. He felt his groin responsively rise. The rabbit-toting teen gasped at his crotch’s rude tenting. Her hand again shielded her slickening cunny. Its lips were sweetly puffing. A fresh blush caught her.
She stood at the scope. Her bare hips squirmed, her apple-like bottom’s halves tensed and released. Jeff was obliged to adjust the scope to the tit-wiggly girl’s height. He stood commandingly over her as she looked.
“Is it Earth?” she asked. A phone-sized screen, mounted on the scope, showed what its eyepiece revealed. The blue pearl floated there.
“Yes,” Jeff said.
The girl released the scope. Looking out of the bridge’s broad, rear-facing window, she kissed Earth goodbye.
End of “Runaway Princess”, installment one.
My “page-a-day” installments bear no relation to the story’s chapter number.
Author’s note: I will never get any of my stories typed unless I try this page-a-day method. Already, my writing is improving because of it. Thank you for enduring these short segments. I’d type more, faster, if I could.
I tend to reuse character names in my stories. There is no relation between this Jeff Carson and the one in my posted story, “Meeting Frosty”. ( Which, alas, remains mostly untyped. I have no ready access to that handwritten story now. It’s lost amid a pile of notebooks. )
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Copyright 2021 by Andrew L. Roller. ER, Erotic Romances, and ARSE, Andrew Roller Stories and Essays, are trademarks of Andrew L. Roller.
I am https://andrewroller.wordpress.com
Earlier posts by me are at https://asstr.org/files/Authors/Roller/
I’m on paper at: https://www.abebooks.com > AbeBooks > Roller, Andrew
and https://www.abebooks.co.uk > AbeBooks > Roller, Andrew
If you visit an “AbeBooks” website, you’ll be presented with a large square “Search” box. In the box labelled “Author”, type in “Andrew Roller”. In the box labelled “Title”, type in “Andrew Roller Presents”. This will bring up some of my pamphlets. I have not yet figured out how to bring up other pamphlets by me, under other titles. I don’t recall all the titles I published under.
I have no financial involvement in these resale items.
The WordPress app is available for free at the Apple App Store.
This is ER, Erotic Romances, issue number 3.1
( ER issue number three. “Runaway Princess” story installment number one. )
Arcana: This is update and alter the text version number: 4.0
Erotic Romances issue number 2 was called, “Exotic Rendezvous”. Its story was titled, “Virgin Aliens”.
Erotic Romances issue number 1 was called, “Erotic Romances”. Its story was titled, “Meeting Frosty”.
Date Written: August 20, 2021. Live for the day that censorious Big Tech is dead.
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This has been a presentation of A R S E entertainment.
——————————————————————————————————————————
Victorian style erotica. Reader discretion advised. This is a work of fiction.
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ER 3 Erotic Romances Page a Day Story
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Runaway Princess
Installment One
Chapter One
The Sun was now a dwindling star in the firmament. “Pleiades”, Empress Regina’s yacht, had begun its annual tour of her empire. Colonel Jeff Carson captained the ship. His victories in the galactic war had won him the position. Sitting on “Pleiades” bridge, Jeff felt like a caged animal. The only challenge “Pleiades” faced was a snafu with internal communications and monitoring.
The 40-year-old colonel was tall and muscular. HIs bister hair was crewcut; his handsome face was, for once, clean-shaven. He’d traded his fatigues for dress blues. Jeff refused to wear the uniform of “Pleiades” crew. He had no intention of resembling a peacock.
It was midnight. Having slept several hours in his cabin, Jeff was back on duty. He’d declined the empress’ invitation to her orgy. Such events would be held throughout the voyage. Jeff was no stranger to wenching.
Yttocs, the ship’s old engineer, sat in a chair beside Jeff’s. He wore a peacock uniform. Glancing at Jeff, and the captain’s angst, Yttocs laughed.
“You’d love an attack from the Krull,” he said. Regina’s empire, Namor, had been at war with the Krull for decades.
“I wouldn’t want the empress’ life endangered,” Jeff answered.
“Of course not,” Yttocs agreed. “Those who do get the noose. Yet it’s your victories that rectified her mistakes.”
“I would rather be fighting the Krull,” Jeff acknowledged. “Where I can fix more mistakes.”
Yttocs nodded.
“I won’t join your coup plotting, old man,” Jeff wanted to say. But he kept his silence. He killed Krull. A natural death would surely relieve Namor of Regina soon.
Yttocs rose from his chair.
“I don’t have your staying power - for this,” he said.
“Enjoy the orgy,” Jeff muttered.
“I wasn’t invited,” Yttocs replied, envy in his voice. “But I’ll manage.”
“Don’t let your ‘management’ invite Regina’s ire,” Jeff warned. The old engineer didn’t just know “Pleiades”. Doing work on the ship, he’d sometimes stealthily modified it. Jeff bid the engineer goodnight.
Jeff was left with several human crew members and a dozen robots. They knew their jobs. Probably, they could acquit themselves well if the Krull attacked. No such attack would come, however. Jeff was certain of this. The war raged far from Earth. “Pleiades” was shadowed by a contingent of protective vessels.
Jeff got in a lift. It took him to the highest of the bridge’s three floors. The upper two floors were akin to verandas in their construction. They overlooked the bridge’s first floor.
The colonel wanted a last look at Earth in the bridge’s rear-facing telescope. Going to the device, he aimed it at the Sun’s jewel-like gleam. Electronic optics cut in. Earth appeared, like a blue pearl, amid the Sun’s reduced glare. The telescope’s optics enhanced this view. Clouds now laced the blue.
“Can I look?” an angelic voice asked. Jeff turned from the scope. A blonde stood several yards distant. Her doll face flushed. Outfitted for the orgy, she was nude from her bowtied neck to her thighs’ frilly garters. She hugged her bare pussy with a gloved hand. Her gloves left her delicate, long-nailed fingers uncovered. She was cradling a stuffed bunny.
“Of course you can look,” Jeff answered. This had the effect of letting him look at the girl’s muff, for the waif took her little hand from her snug cunt. Her innie vulva was depilated and lubed.
She came trippingly. Her silk stockings, like her silk gloves, shimmered. Her high upturned breasts nakedly bounced. The girl’s alert nipples peaked more in Jeff’s presence. He felt his groin responsively rise. The rabbit-toting teen gasped at his crotch’s rude tenting. Her hand again shielded her slickening cunny. Its lips were sweetly puffing. A fresh blush caught her.
She stood at the scope. Her bare hips squirmed, her apple-like bottom’s halves tensed and released. Jeff was obliged to adjust the scope to the tit-wiggly girl’s height. He stood commandingly over her as she looked.
“Is it Earth?” she asked. A phone-sized screen, mounted on the scope, showed what its eyepiece revealed. The blue pearl floated there.
“Yes,” Jeff said.
The girl released the scope. Looking out of the bridge’s broad, rear-facing window, she kissed Earth goodbye.
End of “Runaway Princess”, installment one.
My “page-a-day” installments bear no relation to the story’s chapter number.
Author’s note: I will never get any of my stories typed unless I try this page-a-day method. Already, my writing is improving because of it. Thank you for enduring these short segments. I’d type more, faster, if I could.
I tend to reuse character names in my stories. There is no relation between this Jeff Carson and the one in my posted story, “Meeting Frosty”. ( Which, alas, remains mostly untyped. I have no ready access to that handwritten story now. It’s lost amid a pile of notebooks. )
——————————————————————————————————————————
Copyright 2021 by Andrew L. Roller. ER, Erotic Romances, and ARSE, Andrew Roller Stories and Essays, are trademarks of Andrew L. Roller.
I am https://andrewroller.wordpress.com
Earlier posts by me are at https://asstr.org/files/Authors/Roller/
I’m on paper at: https://www.abebooks.com > AbeBooks > Roller, Andrew
and https://www.abebooks.co.uk > AbeBooks > Roller, Andrew
If you visit an “AbeBooks” website, you’ll be presented with a large square “Search” box. In the box labelled “Author”, type in “Andrew Roller”. In the box labelled “Title”, type in “Andrew Roller Presents”. This will bring up some of my pamphlets. I have not yet figured out how to bring up other pamphlets by me, under other titles. I don’t recall all the titles I published under.
I have no financial involvement in these resale items.
The WordPress app is available for free at the Apple App Store.
This is ER, Erotic Romances, issue number 3.1
( ER issue number three. “Runaway Princess” story installment number one. )
Arcana: This is update and alter the text version number: 4.0
Erotic Romances issue number 2 was called, “Exotic Rendezvous”. Its story was titled, “Virgin Aliens”.
Erotic Romances issue number 1 was called, “Erotic Romances”. Its story was titled, “Meeting Frosty”.
Date Written: August 20, 2021. Live for the day that censorious Big Tech is dead.
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This has been a presentation of A R S E entertainment.
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