One upon a time, long long ago, in a land far far away from here, there lived a handsome young prince and his mother. In a castle, of course. Where else would a handsome young prince live? The old queen had one wish before she died – she wanted her handsome young son to marry a princess. But it had to be a real princess. No fakers need apply. The handsome young prince, of course, had an extra requirement of which his mother did not know – he wanted his princess, a real princess no fakers need apply, to be a darling little whore in bed. He obviously did not tell his mother this.
So time went on, and many many girls applied for the position of Real Princess, Queen to Be. Pretty girls, and not so pretty girls, gorgeous voluptuous girls and stunningly beautiful curvy girls. Their application forms told them that they would be put through a test, to prove that they were real princesses. Their application forms did not tell them about the personal test the prince would subject them to. Very few complained about that test.
But none of them passed the Queen's test. And time and again the prince had to say a rather teary (and might I add – hard) goodbye to one of his little conquests. Nobody fitted the Queen's standards. The prince himself was not even sure what exactly these little tests of his mother entailed. He only knew about his method of grading – fucking to his heart's content. Strangely enough, most princess wannabe's seemed to favour the missionary position. The Prince wasn't sure why this was so. But he didn't mind too much. After all, a good free fuck is a good free fuck. Ok, so maybe not all of them were that good, but you get the idea.
Let's fast forward to a stormy dark night. The prince and his mother were at the dining room table, dining with candle light. Very romantic if it is with someone you have the hots for, not quite all that pleasant when it's your mother. Well, unless of course you're into that kind of thing. But this story is not about that.
Anyway, cold dark stormy night. And there's a knock at the door. So the servant goes to open the door, and he sees a bundle of coats and umbrella. The bundle lifts the cape, and the servant sees a pretty little face. Full, luscious lips, slightly upturned nose, big baby blue eyes fringed with long dark lashes. A doll of a girl? Woman? So this being the type of story this is, the servant does feel a tingle in his pants. But he is a professional servant, and although he does sometimes help himself to the Prince's leftovers, there is an unspoken rule that the Prince had to have them first before anybody else could touch them. Hmmm, a bit sexist, but there you go, that's how it worked.
And the servant leads her through to the dining room. And to make a long story short, bet you know the original version anyway, the girl gets to spend the night in the castle. She claims to be a Real Princess, carriage broken, weather very bad, blah blah you know the story. What the original story don't tell you, however, is that the Prince's eyes lit up with delight at this beautiful creature. Especially more so when she took off her coats and revealed a curvy soft body, perky breasts, thin middle flaring into gentle hips, flowing down into sculpted legs.
