Someday My Prince Will Cum Chp 14

Entry 13 Continued (Part 2 of 2)

I stood by the door, trembling. My heart was racing a million miles an hour. My palms were sweating profusely. My exposed nipples were completely erect, surrounding my recently installed piercings. My breathing was so fast, I was practically hyperventilating. I had never been so scared in my entire life.

Candace beeped her horn, blew me a kiss, and drove away. I held my fist up to the door to knock, then froze as I thought about what I was about to do. I was showing up for a date with my boyfriend's father wearing an outfit a cheap hooker would find too degrading. All of sudden, I felt extremely shy.

I did a series of paced breathing exercises until my heart rate and breathing slowed somewhat. Then I lit up a cigarette to calm me down some more. When I felt moderately human again, I trepidatiously knocked meekly on the door. A minute passed that felt like forever. Complete silence. I felt my heart rate start to increase again. I knocked again more forcefully. Again nothing. Had he forgotten about me? Was all this effort for naught? My eyes started to tear up.

I took a deep breath and pounded on the door with all my might. After a few moments, I heard footsteps. The hair on the back of my neck was standing straight up. I was keenly aware of my exposed nipples. I gulped as the door creaked open and I found myself looking into the eyes of a familiar face.

"William??!!"

"A-Abigail??!!"

I'm not sure which of us was more surprised.

"Surprise?!" I said awkwardly. I had never been more embarrassed in my life.

"Y-you're a blonde now," he stammered.

"Uh-huh," I said shyly.

"And I see you got your nipples pierced," he commented.

I looked down at my feet, too embarrassed to look him in the eyes. He circled around me, taking me in fully in all my degradation.

"And a tattoo?" he said incredulously.

I nodded, keeping my eyes on the floor.

"Do you like it?" I asked insecurely.

"Uh.... I mean it's really different," he equivocated.

"You don't like it?" I pouted.

"No- I mean yes! Yes! You look incredible!" he recovered.

"I got it just for you. I wanted to surprise you," I lied. What was I saying? I was dressed like this to turn on his dad. I didn't even think William would be there.

"You are just full of surprises these days. The new clothes, the jewelry, the hair, the tattoos, the smoking," he said, cataloguing my many transformations.

"I just wanted to look hot for my boyfriend," I said, wrapping my arms around him. It was patently untrue. Trevor was my boyfriend, and the only person I cared about looking hot for right now was his father.

"I thought you were a whore now," he clarified.

"Just for you, William. You know I would never cheat on you with anyone else" I said, rubbing my body against his. Except for Lex the tattoo artist I had just given a blowjob, Ashley's boyfriend Henry, my stoner friend Carter, my girlfriend Candace and my boyfriend Trevor. But other than that I was completely faithful!

Why was I lying in such spectacular fashion? Did I still have feelings for him? I was certainly extremely turned on.

"I know you wouldn't. You're my muse. My one and only. I trust you completely," he said, kissing me passionately. My mind was wracked with guilt, but my body was on fire with lust. I was so confused. Did I have feelings for William or not?

We made out the way we did when we first started dating. He felt my exposed breasts and teased my new piercings. In a fit of passion, he started sucking on my tits. I realized Lex's cum was still all over my face, my breasts, and my dress.

Gasping for air, he cried out, "You taste incredible."

I moaned. In a flash, I finally got it. I didn't have feelings for William. I was getting off on cheating on him and lying to him. All I needed was a few more lies to take me over the edge.

"Mmmm William. No one could ever get me off the way you do..." I fibbed as he devoured my body. His hands found their way to my pussy (I had decided to forego panties for my date) and he started fingering me. I thought about Lex doing this to me earlier. It would be so hot if William were to walk in on us and see what a whore and a liar I really was.

"I love you William! You're the only man for me!!" I lied, grinding my pussy into his fingers. Wave after wave of orgasm overtook me in a way I had never experienced before. I was actually cumming thinking about what a cheating whore I was. I loved it!

Just then I heard footsteps coming down the stairs. My prince was approaching! My heart started racing again. Did I look pretty enough? Was I up to his standard?

"Shit, my dad's coming," William said in a panic. Let's hope, I thought to myself, smiling at my private joke.

"Here- quick, put this on," he said frantically grabbing a blanket and throwing it over me.

"Good idea. I certainly don't want your dad seeing me like this," I said. I felt so guilty, but every lie I told was another jolt of pleasure.

Eventually, my prince appeared. I stood behind William, pretending to hide.

He looked even more hideous than usual. His trademark wife beater was ripped and stained in multiple places. Judging by the pungent scent, it hadn't been changed in weeks. His only other article of clothing was a similarly unwashed pair of tighty whities covered in putrid brown stains, whose origin I could easily ascertain. I waved shyly from behind William.

"You ready for our date, princess?" Frank grunted. Every part of me melted. He called me princess! Eeekkk!!!

"Don't you dare talk to her like that, you filthy son-of-a-bitch!" William screamed, lunging for him. Despite their height difference, Frank easily swatted him away. I stared at Frank lustily, so proud of my guy. William limped up, trying to reclaim his dignity.

"Come on Abigail. I apologize that my dad is a sick creep. Let's go to my room," William said, putting his arm around me possessively.

"Wait, darling. I'm embarrassed to say this, but I'm about to start my period and I don't have any pads. Would you mind going to the pharmacy to get some for me?" I said in my most helpless voice.

"Of course, sweetheart. Because that's how a real man treats the woman he loves," he snarled, shooting daggers at his father.

"That's how a human tampon becomes a sissy boy," Frank retorted. I chuckled silently to myself. Was I enjoying watching Frank bully his own son?

"Hey, don't talk to William like that. He's an incredible boyfriend," I said. I held up my crossed fingers behind William's back so Frank knew I was lying. Again, the more I lied the wetter I became.

"Don't waste your breathe on the old man. He'll never change. Just wait in my room. I'll be right back," William said, kissing me tenderly on the lips before hurrying out the front door.

My prince and I were now alone for the first time. I was so nervous I was trembling. I reached for a cigarette.

"Do you mind?" I asked.

"Hell, you know I want you smokin' like a chimney," he answered. I smiled back shyly, lighting my cigarette and breathing it in deeply. I finally started to relax.

"So you're a smoker now?" he said, looking pleased.

I nodded proudly. "And an alcoholic," I volunteered, ever the overachiever.

"How about drugs?" he interrogated.

"I get high a lot with my friends at school," I said enthusiastically, as if I were being interviewed for a college.

"Nice," he said, crudely. "Any hard stuff?"

"Umm.. My girlfriend gave me some catnip to sniff earlier today. I think maybe there was something in it?" I wondered aloud.

He laughed. "What a fucking moron." he said, grinning from ear to ear. I knew he meant it as a compliment, even though a part of me still hurt to have my intelligence degraded.

"Thank you," I said shyly.

"So what about Billy boy? You just told him you loved him and that he was the only man for you. You said you'd never cheat on him with anyone else," Frank chuckled.

"I lied. I get turned on by lying to him about being a faithful girlfriend and then cheating on him behind his back," I admitted. It was so shameful, but I just couldn't lie to Frank. If we were going to make it, this relationship needed to be predicated on honesty.

"Haha! I love it!" he laughed out loud, throwing his head back.

My body felt electric at any hint of praise.

"So what are we going to do about him? He'll be back in a few minutes. Maybe we should put on a show for him..." Frank teased.

I moaned involuntarily at the thought of William walking in on me with his dad. A significant part of me was heartbroken at the thought of causing that wonderful man any pain. But a growing part of me was turned on by the cruelty itself.

As hot as that experience would be, I had just awakened to my lying fetish. If we did that today, I would never get to experience that again.

"But I love lying to him sooo much!" I said.

"Then what should we do?" he asked.

I thought about it for a moment.

"Maybe Jimmy and one of his thug friends could follow him to the pharmacy and beat him up or something?" I said sweetly.

"So you would let your own boyfriend be assaulted just so you could keep lying to him and cheating on him behind his back?" Frank confirmed.

"Um... yeah. Is that bad?" I asked, biting my lip.

"I think I might be starting to like you," he said, with a twinkle in his eye. My heart swooned. This night was shaping up to be sooo romantic.

"Hey Jimmy!" he yelled up the stairs.

"Yeah Pops," Jimmy called down.

"Abby here wants you to follow Billy to the pharmacy and beat the crap out of him so she has more time to hit on me," Frank said matter-of-factly. I looked down, embarrassed.

"Well, well, well. Pretty savage, nerd girl," Jimmy smirked.

"Please don't tell him I had anything to do with it," I implored him.

"And why's that?" Frank asked.

"Because I get off on cheating and lying to him," I said, avoiding all eye contact. I was so ashamed. This went against every moral value I'd ever had.

"You heard the lady," Frank said, gesturing for him to hurry up and get going. Jimmy smirked, grabbed a pair of brass knuckles and headed out. The part of me that loved and cared for William wanted him to be gentle. But the horny, lustful part of me wanted him to be merciless.

My prince and I were alone again. The romantic date I'd been waiting for my whole life was about to begin.

"Let's see the whole package" he ordered. I never met another man who asked for what he wanted with such confidence. I didn't even hesitate to obey. I removed the blanket covering and let it drop to the floor.

For the first time, Frank took in my whole trashy outfit. He looked at me lewdly up and down, taking in everything. He gestured for me to turn around so he could take in my backside, much of which was exposed.

"Bend over," he grunted. I obscenely complied, giving him a lascivious view of my horny teenage ass.

"Now lie down," he ordered. There was garbage everywhere. I had no choice but to lie down on a pile of rotten food and garbage bags.

"You look like a fucking whore," he spat.

My whole body tingled at the compliment.

"Thank you," I said awkwardly.

"I bet your clients really enjoy you," he saud, grinning creepily.

"I-I don't have any clients," I stuttered. "Besides, William," I added, almost as an afterthought.

"Haha, you make your own boyfriend pay you for sex. He's so pathetic," he sneered derisively.

"Yeah," I smirked, and we shared a laugh. I realized my lying/cheating fetish included denigrating poor William. What a loser!

"Well if you wanna be my girl, you should get some more clients. I love fucking whores," he exhorted.

I had only had sex with William, Trevor, and Candace- all of whom I was in a committed relationship with. I could never go all the way with someone I had no feelings for.

But yet again, he dangled the prospect of being 'his girl'. Could there be anything more dreamy??!!! Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to compromise a little?

"Um, maybe?" I said shyly.

"I'm proud of you, Abby," he said. I thought my heart was going to explode out of my body. "You deserve a reward." I started salivating lustily and staring at him like an animal in heat.

He started slowly and seductively removing his wifebeater, teasing me the whole time. He removed the lower part first, liberating his hairy, flabby belly. I licked my lips in anticipation. I couldn't wait to see his bare chest for the first time. Next he lifted it up to his shoulders, revealing his enormous man boobs. I had never seen anything so hot in all my life. I was literally drooling at the thought of burying my pretty teenage face in his considerable cleavage.

With a dramatic gesture, he pulled the stinky shirt over his head, twirled it in the air, and threw it in my direction. The toxic odor consumed me immediately- impressive, considering that I was lying in literal trash. I wondered if it had ever been washed. What I hadn't realized was that my lust for him was so intense that his putrid scent, which I had previously been horrified by, was now the most arousing aphrodisiac I had ever encountered. I ripped my already desecrated dress even further and rubbed his wife beater all over my body. I held it to my nose, breathed it in deeply, and stuffed it in my mouth- tasting every morsel of his decrepitness.

He was now clad only in his tighty wighties, dancing and gyrating in every direction. I felt like a guy at a strip club, getting a personal lap dance from the hottest dancer. Instead, I was an 18 year old high school valedictorian lying in filth while my boyfriend's disgusting father performed an obscene striptease for me. And I loved every second of it... I started rubbing my pussy with his wifebeater, masturbating furiously to the vision of his body.

Next, he turned around and shook his booty. He scrunched the back of his tighty wighties into his asscrack, so it looked like he was wearing a thong. I moaned at the sight. He rubbed the thong into his asshole some more for my benefit before slipping it off, twirling it in the air, and throwing it to me.

I devoured it like a woman possessed. I breathed in the celestial marriage of BO, sewage, and straight up shit. I shoved it in my mouth, making sure to drown every inch with my tongue and saliva. I bit down repeatedly like I was chewing gum. It was probably the closest thing to a wash they'd ever encountered.

For the first time, I took in Frank's naked body in all its glory. Unlike his chiseled, muscular, hunky son, Frank was a pale, flabby, hairy troll of a man. Truth be told, he was so overweight, and his dick was so small, I could barely tell he had one. Nevertheless, I had never been more physically attracted to anyone else in my life. For whatever reason, he was completely my type. My prince. My soulmate. I could only hope now that I was his.

The more I chewed on his underwear, the wetter my pussy got. I was actually about to cum watching Frank's naked body. Just as I was about to explode, my phone rang. I didn't care about anybody else right now, I just wanted to be his.

"Who is it?" Frank asked. I glanced at the phone.

"It's just fucking William!" I said, taking Frank's underwear out of my mouth and wrapping it around my hair like a bonnet.

"Now, now that's your boyfriend. What if there's something wrong?" Of course, we knew full well that there would be. I smiled at Frank deviously and picked up the phone.

"Hi sweetie," I cooed, continuing to rub my horny pussy.

"Hey Abigail, I just pulled into the pharmacy. I forgot to ask what brand of tampon you use," William said.

"Tampax Satin Teen Tampons," I replied. He was a teen tampon as far as I was concerned.

"Cool. I'll be back in a few minutes," he said.

"Mmmmmm I guess I'll just have to pleasure myself until you arrive," I purred, staring directly into Frank's eyes. Not altogether inaccurate, I thought to myself.

"You are depraved," he chuckled.

"So what are you gonna do to me when you get back?" I asked, looking at Frank lustily.

"Well first I would..." All of a sudden I heard a crash. I heard William scream as what sounded like several young thugs started beating the shit out of him. Between the thrill of Frank's naked body, the lingering taste of my prince's undergarments, my burgeoning lying/cheating fetish, and the sadistic thrill of hearing my loving, devoted boyfriend being pummeled for literally no reason I was unable to hold back the floodgates of orgasm any longer. Thankfully I had the presence of mind to mute the phone.

"YESSSSSS!!!!! YESSSSSSSS!!!!! GODDDD YESSSSS!!!! I'M CUMMMMMMINNNNGGGG!!!" I screamed, enjoying one of the most ecstatic orgasms of my young life. I found a cigarette lying in the trash, and lit it up.

I could still hear the sounds of punching and screaming over the phone, but eventually it got boring and I hung up. I was much more interested in the hideous naked man in front of me- my beloved. This was truly shaping up to be the most romantic night of my life.

"Make love to me, Frank. Make me your woman," I implored him.

"You are really are a stupid fucking cunt," he spat.

"I-I don't understand," I stammered, my eyes welling up with tears.

"You think I'm gonna fuck you on a first date when all you've done is fuck your boyfriends?" he asked incredulously,

"But you're the only man I want," I pleaded.

"Well I want my girl to be a full on junkie ho. I want her to sleep with anyone who will let her, the more disgusting the better. I want her to be constantly strung out, and willing to sell her body for the only two things she cares about- sex and drugs," he muttered to himself.

"B-but I'm not some kind of prostitute!" I protested.

"Too bad, so sad. By the way that reminds me, I've got a visitor any minute," he said matter-of-factly.

"A visitor? What do you mean? We're in the middle of a date!" I yelled.

"It's no big deal. It's just some hooker I hired. You can stay if you want. I don't give a fuck. Maybe you can learn something," he said nonchalantly.

"But I want to have you to myself!" I beseeched him.

"You need to be my girl for that. You should be grateful I gave you a show," he declared casually.

I was grateful for that. But that was beside the point. If I was going to have any self respect at all, I needed to go.

"I gave up everything for you- My intelligence, my personality, my morality, my style- my entire sense of self! I've probably thrown away my Ivy League dreams. All because you led me to believe I had a shot with you. Well that's it! I'm done. I'm going home. I'm going to reclaim my life and remind myself who I really am. I'm sorry I ever met you." I shouted at him, gathering my belongings and storming out the door.

"Suit yourself. I guess you'll miss out on that big romantic kiss," he shrugged.

I stopped in my tracks. My heart swooned and my face flushed. THE romantic kiss? The one I'd been dreaming about since I was a little girl? Maybe I could get over a little thing like him hiring a prostitute on the night of our first date.

"Romantic kiss? With me?" I sighed dreamily.

I felt like a schoolgirl who just found out her crush liked her back.

"Yeah why not? You've been such a good girl lately," he encouraged.

My entire body changed instantly hearing his words. I felt goosebumps overtake my entire arms, legs, and neck. My nipples were completely erect, highlighting my brand new piercings, which were still somewhat sore and painful. I was a good girl. I needed to behave. I still felt humiliated and degraded that he had invited a prostitute to our date, but maybe I could learn to bury those feelings?

"Uh, okay. I guess I can stay. But you promise to save the romantic kiss for me?" I asked pleadingly, staring at him doe-eyed. I was a strong woman with self respect, after all.