I stand over the stunning Mia as she ys on the bed in front of me gazing up at me with a look of nervous lust. I could sense her excitement but also her fear. She was a virgin. I was the first man she was going to be intimate with and I felt a responsibility on my shoulders to make this as good an experience as I could for her. The one thing I knew about her tastes was that she desired a dominant man and knowing that I found a strong desire within myself to provide her with her fantasy despite never having had the confidence to be sexually assertive in the past. But that confidence was in me now! Like with my new desire to nurse on Heather’s big titties and my sudden interest in cock-sucking and anal this urge to be alpha appeared within me not as something imposed onto me from the outside but more like a dormant facet of my libido that had at st been given the freedom to express itself. For me to feel this so keenly and so swiftly it had to have been the effects of Heather’s honey in my system. Along with its other miraculous effects her precum also seemed to bring out in me the impulse to please a woman in just the way she desired. A woman of Heather’s type at least. Fascinating! Exhirating! Liberating!

  Without looking I swing the door shut behind me. “Just you and me now, Princess. You’re allll mine.”

  “Princess?” She whispers, her eyes as wide as saucers.

  “A good girl needs a proper name, doesn’t she?” I step forward to stand right at the edge of the bed, her dangling feet between my legs. “You are a good girl, aren’t you?”

  “Hmm.” She mewls and nods. “Yes, Sir!”

  “I knew you were the moment I saw you.” I pce a knee onto the bed beside Mia’s hip then do the same with the other so that I am straddling her thighs. Slowly I let my weight come down on her legs, being careful to look for any sign of discomfort on her part. She shows none, though I do see her boner flex beneath her dress. Once sat and comfortable I begin to unfasten the buttons running down the front of her pid dress. “I’m so lucky to have my own Princess. Especially one as beautiful as you. What do you think?”

  In a sort of mesmerized daze she nods obediently.

  “Yes I am. You’re so pretty, Princess.” I say as I unbutton the st of her buttons which ended at the just below her belly button. I spread dress open to reveal the bck pattern of her turtleneck sweater beneath. As I run my hands down across her belly I say. “Do you like me touching you like this?”

  She nods without even a second of dey.

  “I like it too. I like it very much.” I tease a finger under the bottom of her sweater to feel the warm, supple skin below. Her breath shudders but still she remains frozen in pce. Pushing both hands now up under her sweater to feel her soft tummy I say warmly. “Rex, baby. I’m gonna make my Princess feel so good today.”

  “Hmmm!” After a pause she whispers. “Elliot?”

  “Yeah, Mia?”

  “You’re really good at this!”

  I chuckle and shoot her a wink. “I’m just gettin started.”

  Leaning forward I pnt a hand beside her head so that I might loom over her. Her eyes follow mine and though she doesn’t move a muscle I could sense the incendiary lust roiling within her. After taking a moment just to admire her nubile beauty I pull the hair band from off of her head and toss it to the winds. We hear it ctter to the corner of the room though neither of us break eye contact. I stroke her soft hair then comb my fingers through it to tease the curly bck locks free.

  “So pretty.” I sigh. “So FUCKING hot.”

  “Oh!”

  Slipping my hands behind her slender neck I find the csp of her neckce. As I am unfastening it I linger close to her to allow her a full deep sniff of my aroma. Her body trembles beneath mine. Pulling the neckce off of her I coil it in the palm of my hand. Between finger and thumb I pinch one arm of her gsses and go to the remove them as well when a little gasp stays my hand.

  “M-May I…keep them, Sir?”

  I grin. “You want to see?”

  She nods. “I want to be able to see you. I want to see everything.”

  I kiss her forehead. “I’ll allow it. This time.”

  She smiles, such a precious smile, and whispers. “Thank you, Sir.”

  “Anything for my Princess.”

  “Ohhhhh.”

  I push off the bed and y her neckce on the bedside table. Offering her my hand I say. “Up.”

  More than eager for a command to obey she pops up and takes my hand and allows me to guide her back to her feet again. “Wh-What are you going to do to me?” She asks through barely contained giggles while squirming in pce.

  Leaving the question unanswered I take the shoulder straps of her dress and pull them across her shoulders then slowly down her arms. She straightens her arms at her sides and moves in such a way so that there is no resistance as I pull her dress all the way down to the floor. When the top glides past her pink panties I stop a moment to gawk at the raging erection stretching the thin pastel pink cotton.

  Jesus! I hadn’t known what to expect from the other dies. All I knew for sure was that they weren’t going to be as big as Heather. I thought that perhaps the non-matriarchs would be packing roughly around the male average of five or six inches, but if Mia’s rock hard NINE INCHES was anything to go by I’d say their average was much, much rger! Though it was downright dainty compared to Heather’s monster any man walking the pnet would have been proud to be packing Mia’s impressive member. It hits me then like a bullet to my ego that my humble five incher was surely the smallest of the cn. I mean if bashful little Mia had me dwarfed, what were the others hiding? DAMN!

  “Um.” Mia tenses up as a worried pout repces her smile. “Is something wrong, Sir?”

  “Wrong?” I snap out of my stunned ogling. “Absolutely not.” I tilt my head and look at her anew. Beaming a reassuring smile to the anxious virgin I say. “Sorry, it’s just…you’ve got a beautiful cock!”

  “Hah!” The smile is back again! “Thank you, Sir!”

  I drop the dress and it falls to pool around her feet. I caress a hand down her smooth, soft thigh. “Beautiful.”

  “Sir?”

  “Yes, Princess?” I slide my hand around the back of her leg then up to cup her perfect little peach of an ass.

  “Oh!” She gasps and flinches before leaning her weight into me and settling her booty deeper into my grip. She pushes her face into my chest and cws against my hips as small, feeble moan escapes her lips. “Mmmmm.” As I grope her butt my middle finger strays to between her legs where I feel the her panties hot and wet. “Ohhh!”

  Staring down into her big green eyes I ask. “What were you going to ask?”

  “I…can’t remember.”

  “Heh!”

  No sooner had my finger found her coochie than it pulls away again to leave her trembling. Holding her steady by the shoulder I step back. I could tell that she wanted to follow but she stays where I leave her. With each hand I take an arm of her gsses and before she could object again I say. “Just for a moment.”

  “Yes, Sir.” She smiles.

  I pull the gsses away to see her emerald peepers were still rge and beautiful even without the magnifying effect of the lenses. Carefully I pce them to the side then grab the bottom of her sweater and pull it up her lithe, milk chocote body. I am not surprised to see that she was wearing no bra when I pull the garment up. Being small breasted Bir often went without a bra, and Mia was even smaller than her. Her breasts were barely more than soft mounds with deep brown peaks at the nipples. I’d grown a new obsession for big tits over the past week, for obvious reasons, but seeing Mia’s lovely itty-bitty titties told me that my taste for the smaller ones had not waned in the slightest. Big or small, boobs were boobs!

  There is a bit of a humorous tug of war as I Mia and I struggle to get the tight arms and neck of the turtleneck sweater off of her until she pops free all at once and stumbles back to nd on her but on the bed with her hair all poofed like some crazy afro. Mia and I look at each other and ugh. Tossing the sweater to the side I say. “Off with the socks.”

  “Yes, Sir!” She titters and pulls off her ankle socks, left then right, before pcing her hands on her knees and sitting up with perfect poise.

  “Mmm, mmm!” I smack my lips. “Damn, Princess. You are too fine!”

  Her cheeks darken as her full lips widen into a big, pure grin. “You really think so, Sir?” She says, clearly fishing for another compliment.

  “Think so?” I shake my head. “Uh uh, I know so.” Taking her hand I lightly pull. Following my lead like a dancer she rises and takes a step away from the bed. Patting her cheeks I reward her for her obedience. “Good girl.”

  She nearly swoons right there but manages to hold her poise. As Heather’s man I knew only too well the power of a well-timed ‘good boy’ and I had guessed correctly that Mia was the type to appreciate it as well. Standing in front of her I look her up and down as she positively vibrates with erotic excitement. I smooth her hair back down. I tilt her head just so and square her shoulders. I run my hands down her arm so that she let them rex at her sides instead of subconsciously covering her breasts like she had been doing. And then I pull down her final article of clothing. Her stiff dick springs out in front of her as her panties are pulled away. From left to right it was straight as a ruler but front to back it possessed an slight upward curve that gave it an elegance that suited the refined Mia. Even the shape of her brown acorn gns seemed just right for a princess like her. Her dark pubes were short and neatly trimmed and I could just catch a touch of perfume on the air to mix with her natural aroma. She looked after her junk with a woman’s touch. It was so…her.

  With a look simultaneously embarrassed and empowered Mia stands before me completely exposed with her chin high. Petite, slender, soft, smooth, Mia’s body was the old Elliot’s ideal woman and more. Mia hid her sexiness beneath a prim, nerdy facade but for me this flower had bloomed to reveal it’s true glory. To some men the proud erection and bulky pair of balls would have been spoiled the scene, but for me it only made her more enchanting.

  As I walk around my Princess inspecting her and admiring her she stares straight ahead at the opposite wall until finally saying. “Do I please you, Sir?”

  “Yes, my Princess.” I say, caressing my fingers down her left arm. “You very much do.”

  At my touch her breath shudders, her nipples perk, her cock twitches, and I watch gooseflesh rise all across her body. “Good. Good.” Turning her head she looks at me, holds my gaze for a few seconds, then bows her head in deference and whispers. “I’m yours, Sir. My body is…yours. Let me be your pything!”