This seemed to placate the old beggar. He took her by the hand and led her through the crowded bar and out the back door. The bush outside was cold, dark and dirty, filled with rubbish.
As soon as they were outside the door, Fayemi pushed her up against the wall of the alley and hungrily kissed her again. As his foul tongue forced its way into her soft mouth yet again, the old beggar’s hands were eagerly unlacing the front of Abike’s bodice.
Abike weakly kissed her true love back, trying to ignore the taste of the horrible palm wine he had been drinking. She was a little alarmed by his eagerness as he opened up the front of her dress, but she figured that if she had been so willing to let Niyi see her boobs, it seemed crazy to deny her true love the same opportunity.
Fayemi groaned as he pulled open the front of Princess Abike’s gown, revealing her enormous, round breasts.
“Yeeeh!” whispered the beggar before bending forward and burying his face in her exposed cleavage. He moaned into Abike’s chest as he licked and sucked on her stiffened nipples and squeezed the sides of her substantial breasts, pressing the mountainous globes up into his own face.
Abike half-heartedly held her true love’s head against her bosom as he slobbered lustfully all over her perfect breasts. She felt Fayemi pull her other hand up between his legs so she obligingly began to massage his erection through his trousers.
“Do you really, truly love me, Abike?” asked Fayemi when he finally lifted his head from her bust and let her hard nipple slip from between his lips.
Abike was quick to reply. “Of course, my love.”
“Good,” nodded Fayemi. “Why don’t you kneel down and suck my cock, then I’ll know for sure that your heart is true.”
Abike’s eyes went wider. Suck his cock? She had never done anything like that before. That wasn’t the kind of thing a princess did. But, of course, Fayemi was a peasant, so that he wouldn’t know that. The kind of girl he was used to probably wouldn’t think twice about sucking his dick, and Abike was determined to prove to him that their very different backgrounds didn’t matter. She was his girl, and he was her handsome, dreamy, pleasant … or something like that.
Princess Abike, rather gingerly and delicately, knelt down in front of the old beggar and, almost reluctantly, unfastened the front of his grubby brown trousers. She awkwardly reached into his trousers and immediately felt the hard shaft of his cock against her soft hand. Resisting the urge to yank her hand away, she grabbed hold of his penis and pulled it out.
Fayemis cock was a charcoal black colour, thick veins pulsing along the hard shaft as it trembled under her touch. It didn’t look particularly clean and had a strong smell of old sweat and urine. The hair at the base was grey and wiry, and all, it looked rather disagreeable.
“Y-you want me to put it in my mouth?” she asked him, looking up at him with her big eyes and trying to hide her revulsion.
“Yeah,” nodded Fayemi. “Be a good princess and suck my cock.”
Abike sighed and licked her lips, wetting them slightly as she mentally prepared herself.
Ignoring the foul odour, she leant forward and gave the trembling end of his cock a gentle kiss with her ruby-red lips. The touch of her mouth on his cock caused him to let out a loud groan and his shaft lurched in her hand.
She glanced up at Fayemi. “Are you okay?”
“Yes, just hurry up and put it in your mouth!” he hissed.
Fayemi groaned again as the busty princess lowered her mouth over the head of his cock, gently slurping on his penis for a few seconds, before pulling back and making a disgusted face and spitting on the ground beside her.
“Sorry,” said Fayemi. “I don’t get the chance to bathe that often like you royalty types. A few more sucks and it’ll be clean as a prince’s.”
“Mmm,” Abike gave a sceptical mumble in reply, before slipping his cock back into her mouth for another quick couple of sucks. She once again spat out the foul taste of him and then started to lick his hard shaft all over, running her tongue up and down him for a few moments until she was sure he was at least a little cleaner.
Trying to convince Fayemi that it didn’t matter that he was a peasant, Abike then started to suck him in earnest, bobbing her head over his cock and moaned in mock pleasure as she slurped greedily on his thick, hard shaft.
Fayemi groaned in appreciation as her mouth slid rapidly up and down his hard cock. For someone who had never sucked dick before, she was a natural. Of course, it helped that she was ridiculously beautiful as well.
Abike did her best to ignore the smell of the beggar’s crotch as her pretty mouth worked at his cock. She pulled her mouth off him and swiped her tongue over his sweaty, wrinkled scrotum, massaging his testicles with the agile tip of her tongue.
After working his saggy ballsack for a few moments, her hot, wet mouth returned to his cock, slurping nosily on his erection.
Fayemi reached down and grabbed hold of Princess Abike’s hair and started to eagerly thrust himself into her mouth, fucking her face. When the head of his hard cock pushed against the entrance to Abike’s tight throat she made a gagging, choking noise and fell back onto the ground, gasping for air.
“Sorry,” she apologised, her eyes watering. She prayed she hadn’t put him off by gagging like that.
“It’s okay,” Fayemi assured her. He reached down and pulled her to her feet. “Let’s try something different,” he suggested.
Before Abike could reply, Fayemi spun her around so that she could face the outside wall of the bar. She gave a slightly alarmed gasped as he pulled up the skirts of her dress, bunching it up around her waist and exposed her naked, royal ass.
Fayemi put his knee up between her legs, pushing her stance wider as one of his hands gripped and squeezed her right buttock.
“Ah… what are you doing, my love?” Abike glanced back anxiously at Fayemi across her right shoulder.
“I’m going to prove my love to you, Princess Abike,” he replied.
Abike yelped as she felt Fayemi’s hard, sticky cock graze up her inner thigh and bump against her pussy. “I…I’ve never…”
“Don’t worry, love, I’ll show you what to do,” the old beggar assured her. He reached between them, taking hold of his erection and guiding it to her pussy.
Abike gasped as she felt the head of his cock graze across the lips of her vagina. He was going to fuck her!
“M…maybe I should try sucking it again for you?” she suggested hopefully. She wasn’t sure if she was ready to take this step, even if he was her true love.
“Don’t worry,” replied Fayemi, he gave a grunt as he thrust up inside her before she could argue. “I’ll make sure I finish off in your mouth. wouldn’t want to plant a little prince or princess in your belly.”
“Ahh!” Abike cried out as she felt the beggar’s thick cock push up into her cunt. He felt huge, stretching her wide, and she moaned the pain of his entrance. Too late to complain now.
“Oh God!” Abike moaned weakly as Fayemi gripped her shapely hips and started to thrust against her from behind. His dirty cock shoving it’s way into her tight, virginal snatch.
She could hear the slapping of flesh as his old hips smacked against the soft round cheeks of her ass each time he jammed himself up into her. Fayemi’s breathing was heavy in her ear, and each time he thrust into her, his panting got faster.
One of the beggar’s wrinkled hands reached around to cup and squeeze Abike’s big right breast, mauling it as he vigorously fucked her up against the wall of the dark alley.
Abike has not expected her first time to be anything like this, but at least she making love to her one true love. That part was perfect, at least.
“Oh, fuck you’re so beautiful,” grunted Fayemi into Abike’s ear as he rutted against her from behind. The hand on her breasts was kneading it roughly, causing her to wince in pain.
The old beggar soon started to make some strange moaning noises, and it was over sooner than Abike had been expecting. Before she knew it, she was once again kneeling at his feet, her mouth full of his unpleasant, and insistently thrusting penis.
Fayemi had a tight grip on the top of Abike’s head as he ferociously fucked her mouth.
“Oh!” the peasant cried out as his hips lurched erratically and his cock spurted over her tongue, flooding her mouth with some rather repugnant tasting cum. As he climaxed, he shoved his convulsing organ deep into Abike’s mouth, pushing right into her throat as she swallowed down his load.
This time, the busty princess didn’t gag, miraculously swallowing her true love’s foul load as he spent himself completely inside her mouth.
“That was just brilliant,” breathed Fayemi when he finally withdrew, resting one hand on the wall of the bar and panting noisily.
Abike grimaced as she licked her lips and swallowed again, trying to get rid of the taste that filled her mouth. Her heart was racing, though; she had finally made sweet love to her beloved Fayemi. All her dreams had come true.
She stood up and straightened up her dress, beginning to lace up her bodice as Fayemi tucked away his spent cock.
“So what happens now?” asked Abike excitedly. “Will we run away together and find a secret place in the forest and live off the land together?”
Fayemi frowned. “Er, I don’t know about that, love. But you can come by again tomorrow and we’ll fuck again.”
Abike frowned herself at that. “Er…okay then…my love.”
Fayemi pulled her close again, briefly squeezing her big breasts and ass as he kissed her mouth, his tongue eagerly pushing against hers.
“Why don’t you buy me one more palm wine before you go back to the palace, though?”
Abike nodded hesitantly. “Of course, my love.” She couldn’t help but smile as she followed the old beggar back into the bar. This was definitely true love.
The End
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