I was a big fan of Princesa's new diet. Not that she needed to lose weight--quite the opposite. She was 96 pounds, nothing but tits on a tiny frame. But regardless, she was eating low-calorie and high protein, and--here's the part I liked--she decided the best way to supplement that was to drink multiple cumshots per day.
So as of late, Princesa was giving me even more blowjobs than usual--waking me up with one every morning, then following me to the bathroom for some shower sex with a side of swallowing, greeting me with a welcome home BJ before dinner, and on and on until I'd finally pass out at night.
Neither of us could really complain--I generate enough testosterone in my work (I get paid to punch people in the face, and I train every day to get better at it) that I come home from the gym ready to pound holes with a different part of my body than my fists, and Princesa is such a little nympho that she wants everything that I'm laying down and more.
Princesa had taken to calling my cumshots 'protein shakes'. She'd pump my shaft around and say she was shaking me up, getting me ready to pour herself a big man-shake. And when I came, it was always deep inside her throat, every stream of cum shooting straight down into her tiny little tummy.
So this afternoon, when I got home from the gym, I was ready to keep up my end of her diet, as I had been doing for the past few weeks. But when I bent down to kiss her after I walked in the door, she whispered in my ear that she wanted to try something different tonight.
"What, like, kinky different?" I asked. Princesa wasn't really a kink girl, she just really loved hot men (and sometimes, hot girls), and loved to get her brains fucked out repeatedly. So I wasn't expecting anything too bizarre.
"No silly," she said. "But it's a surprise, though. A sexy surprise."
I pressed my finger against her lips. "Then say no more, mi amor." She smiled behind my index finger.
"Just make sure you come to bed with your cum-gun loaded," she purred. Then she kissed my shushing finger and went back to stirring the food she had sizzling on the stove.
I leaned against the kitchen island and watched her work. She was, in her around-the-house clothes, dressed to kill--and by "kill" I mean cause la petit mort.
She had on a tight little spaghetti-strap top several sizes too small for her rack. Cleavage and underboob spilled out, and her melons jiggled individually whenever she moved. The top read, in cursive script, SLUTTI BABII, and the text was stretched out across the front by a wall of breast.
For bottoms, she wore cheer shorts that matched the top, also reading SLUTTI BABII across the back. Her perky cheeks made the text pop out at me. Like the top, the shorts must have been a size 3X Small, as they left the majority of her booty exposed. To make the view even more mouth-watering, she had the waist of the shorts rolled a few times, leaving the bare minimum of fabric covering her ass and kitty. She had a matching g-string on, too, its thin, pink waistband and t-back clearly visible above her rolled down shorts.
Whenever she stirred the sizzling food in the pan, her ass and titties jiggled. Princesa had told me that I better come to bed with a "loaded cum-gun"--just watching those round things jiggle as they jutted off of her tiny frame was enough to make me sure that I'd be able to deliver what she wanted. Truth be told, I was loaded already; and I could barely wait until we went to bed and I could put it to use.
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After we ate, Princesa told me to wait there at the kitchen island, she was going into the bedroom to change. She didn't bother to add 'into something sexy' because she knew how devastating she looked already. I waited, still rock-hard from watching her jiggle as she cooked.
She peeked out of the bedroom door and motioned for me to come closer. As I approached, she opened the door completely and let me have a full-body view.
This outfit fit her similarly--which is to say, jaw-droppingly--another spaghetti-strap top, this one a white tank with an army star on the front, cut off to the length she liked, stopping mid-breast so that it had to strain to hide her nipples. Her bottoms were a pair of olive green boyshort panties that fit her like the cheer shorts she wore earlier, except these weren't rolled down, they were just extra skimpy. The waistband read BOOTY CAMP, as did the back, which she showed off, spinning around and dancing for me. To top it off, she wore a camo hat that she played with, pulling the front down over her eyes as she danced. She gradually backed up, still shaking her goodies, until she was right next to our bed.
"Hi, soldier," she purred, and pulled my shirt off over my head. "I hope you brought your cum-gun fully loaded, because we're going to have target practice tonight. And I've got two big bullseyes for you to hit." She flipped her little tank top up, giving me a peek at her nipples. "See these two extra-big targets? These hard, pointy nipples," she touched them with one finger each, "and these big, round areolas. Each one of my targets is even bigger than a B-cup. Think you can shoot enough to cover them, big boy?"
I nodded, licking my lip. I already knew Princesa's (extra-extra-extra large) bra size, but what she just said put the true size of her boobs into perspective--just her areolas ALONE were the size of B-cups! And despite the size of her areolas, they didn't exactly take up the majority of her rack: there was still a ton of breast that surrounded them. My girlfriend was STACKED, which was obvious by any eye test, but it was hitting me all over again just to what extent.
"OK soldier," she said unbuttoning my pants, "First, I'm going to make you stand at attention." She slid off my pants and stood me up, wearing nothing except my briefs. "Ready?" she said. "Attennnnnnn-TION!" She called out the command in her high, girly voice, then giggled. "Oooh, look at you, hottie. You ARE at full attention." She pressed my erection down and let it spring back into place inside my briefs.
"Now let's try that again," she said, sliding my briefs off of me. She slid her top up over her hat and flung it on the bed. Pushing her breasts all the way up to her face, she said, in her girly little voice, "Atennnn-TION!" and giggled. "Look," she said, "I made my boobies stand up, and I made you stand up too!"
The she slid off the 'BOOTY CAMP' boyshorts so she was completely naked except for the hat. "Show me just how straight you can stand up for me, sexy." I started jacking off, but she took my hands and put them behind my back. "I bet just the sight of me will make you stand up all the way straight."
She wound her body downwards so her tits faced the floor, then jiggled them back and forth. My rod swelled even further. Then she bounced up, standing with perfect posture and saluted me, smiling as she touched the brim of her camo hat. She said "Atennnn-TION!" again, giggled again, then said, "Oooh, look at you, you big hard stud, you're saluting right back at me."
She brushed a hand against my lower abs and lowered it past my package, sending shivers all through my body. She put a hand on my chest and whispered in my ear, "I want to feel you standing at attention inside me."
With that, I picked her up and slid her lips onto my manhood, slowly. I held her by the waist and lowered her down the length of me, until she complleted the long journey down to my base.
