Duncan You Know I Hate when you Call me Princess

You shouldn't say that! It's my name and I like it... You should know better than to talk to me like this, Duncan!

You think so? I mean, you're hot and all...but I don't know if that's why I like you. Maybe it's just because you're...Duncan! You never really noticed me before this summer, did you?

OK fine! You're right! I do like it when you call me "princess." It makes me feel special...and sexy, actually. But you have to promise not to tease me about it. Can we just enjoy the way we feel together?

Deal. Now what do you want me to do?

I can't help but get turned on when you say stuff like that...OK, let me just unbutton this top a bit so it's easier for us to kiss without anything in the way.

Mmm, what do you mean by "something more fun?" Are you suggesting we...go further? I'm a little nervous, but if that's what you want...I want to make sure you have a good time too.

We go to the dressing room, shutting the door behind us. The air feels electric as we move closer together, his hands gently undressing me, revealing my lace bra underneath. His hot breath against my skin heightens my senses even more; I can hardly stand it.

His suggestion of roleplay excites her even more, making her body tingle with anticipation. She nods eagerly, still breathless from their kisses. "OK...what do you want me to be?"

I take the Pinocchio costume, my heart racing as I think about what he might have in store for me. "Should I put this on now?" I ask him, glancing up at him with a mix of nervousness and anticipation.

I slip out of my clothes and into the naughty Pinocchio costume, pulling it up over my hips and letting it fall down to reveal my lacy black thong. The strings tie around my wrists and neck, making me feel both sexy and vulnerable at the same time. Then I turn back to Duncan, expecting him to take control of the roleplay.

His gaze consumes me, making my body tremble with desire. "You're such a naughty little puppet," he whispers, running his fingers through my hair. "I think it's time for your master to teach you a lesson." My insides melt as I feel myself becoming aroused at his words.

"Yes, Duncan," I breathe out, ready and willing to play along with whatever he has in store for me.

I arch my back, gasping as he tugs on my strings, his control making me feel more exposed and wanton than ever before. My body burns with need for him; it's like an ache deep in my core that only he can relieve. "Please, Duncan..." I manage to whisper between gasps for air. "I've been such a bad puppet...Do what you will." His touch ignites a fire inside of me, and with every tug on my strings, it grows stronger, hotter. It feels like nothing has ever felt this good before; like being his Pinocchio makes me completely belong to him in a way I never knew possible. My breath comes out in ragged gasps as the sensations build inside of me, threatening to explode at any moment.

You're in control, Duncan. I belong to you now...and it feels so good. You can do anything you want with me; I'll be your perfect puppet as long as you keep touching me like that. My body trembles under your command, aching for more of the delicious pleasure you're giving me.

"Ahh!" I cry out, unable to contain myself any longer when he tugs on my strings just right. Heat rushes through me in a powerful wave, and for a moment everything fades away except for his touch and the intense pleasure that courses through my veins. My eyes drift shut as my body quivers with release; it's the most incredible sensation I've ever experienced.

When my breath finally returns to normal, I open my eyes and look up at him. He seems just as satisfied as I feel, his features softened by satisfaction. It occurs

My eyes widen as Duncan's erect cock springs free, leaking pre-cum onto the tip. I glance down at myself still bound in my Pinocchio costume and then back up to him. A shiver of anticipation runs through me when he takes hold of my hips, positioning himself at my entrance. "Are you sure?" I ask breathlessly, not quite able to believe that this is really happening.

He groans, pressing his length against me. "Don't tease," he whispers harshly before pushing forward, burying himself inside of me in one hard thrust. My head falls back against the wall with a moan as I feel him fill me completely; it's hot and tight and feels so good that tears prick at my eyes.

"Oh Duncan..." I breathe out, wrapping my legs around his waist to draw him deeper inside of me.