The Princess and the Popper
Chapter 3
Catherine chewed into the yellow gum and she was rewarded by a sweet taste that reminded her of … of honey.
Anders was watching her although she had no idea why. Maybe he just liked watching pretty girls chew on gum. If that was it, then it was a pretty weird fetish. Then again, from what she’d heard, watching a pretty girl chew gum wasn’t the weirdest thing that men did not that she would have known about that. She’d led such a sheltered life in the palace.
The heck with him, she thought. If he wanted to sit there and watch her chew gum then fine, he could do that but she wasn’t going to play his game anymore. She blew a bubble and …
Pop!
She was back in her room. Well not her room, she corrected herself. This was Deedee’s room but she was starting to feel as if this was her room, too, because as small and cramped as it was, in a weird way, it felt like home.
In the corner, she noticed a stack of boxes and Catherine scrambled over to look inside the boxes and just as she’d hoped, these were the boxes from Jonathan. Finally, she was set. Now she had all the teeny tiny skirts and ultra high heels that she could ever want.
Still, as much as this room was starting to feel like home to her, she knew she had to get out and go see things because sooner or later, she’d be back in the palace and then she’d be trapped again.
She left her room and went to knock on Robert’s door hoping that maybe he could show her around but when she got no answer and when she knocked again to the same effect, she realized that that likely wasn’t going to happen.
Still, that wasn’t a problem. She didn’t really need a guide to show her around so she left the boarding house on her own.
She couldn’t help but notice though that as she walked along, people were starting to look at her almost as if they’d never seen a girl in six inch heels and a micro mini skirt before.
Fuck. What if it were something else. What if people were recognizing her. Word would get back to the palace saying the princess was out and about. Security would be notified and they would drag her back inside. That was the last thing she needed to have happen so she darted into a local establishment to get away from prying eyes.
It was a pub, she realized. Not Mr. Anders’s pub but it was still a pub. The barman looked at her from behind the counter. “Can I help you, Miss?” he asked.
Catherine only then realized that she still had no money. She’d used her pussy to pay for her new clothes and shoes but she couldn’t use her pussy to pay for everything l “I’m just looking around,” she said.
“Suit yourself,” the barman said. “My name’s Carl. I’ll be here if you need me.”
The pub really wasn’t all that busy.there were four guys sitting at the bar and a handful of fellows playing darts in the back and beyond that, there wasn’t much else going on in the place. For someone whose whole reason for getting out of the palace was to see the world outside, this wasn’t what she was looking for.
“You new around here?” a man’s voice asked and when Catherine turned, she saw a man in his mid twenties.
“Yes, I am,” she said. “I’m, um, I’m new to town.”
“That’s good,” the fellow said. “We can always use some new blood here. Me and my buddies are playing darts in the back. If you want, you can join us.”
“Are you sure I wouldn’t be in the way?”
The fellow smiled and Catherine had little doubt that he was checking her body out. Part of her wanted to say that she wasn’t just a piece of ass for him to ogle but at the same time, she had to admit that when a girl had an ass as good as hers now was, it was hard to blame a guy for wanting to take a look. “I’m sure the guys wouldn’t mind one bit,” he said. “Come on. It’ll be fun.”
“Well if you think it’d be okay then sure, I guess I can join you.”
“Excellent,” the man said. “My name’s Dale. What’s yours?”
Catherine almost told Dale her real name until she remembered she was supposed to be undercover. If she told them she was named Catherine, maybe one of them would figure out who she really was so instead she told Dale that her name was Deedee instead.
“Well, Deedee, it’s great to meet you. Come on and I’ll introduce you to the rest of the guys.”
Catherine followed Dale into the back. There were four of them including Dale. Orel and Gavin were recent retirees who pretty much spent all their time in the pub and Steve who was in his thirties had his own business but liked to hang out in the pub rather than go home to his wife.
“We haven’t seen you around here before,” Steve was saying. “Are you new here?”
“I’ve been around,” Catherine answered evasively. In all honesty, she had no idea where it was that Deedee had been but it was an answer designed not to arouse suspicions.
“Well it’s good to have you here. Do you play darts?”
“I’ve never played,” Catherine said. “Is it hard?”
Dale chuckled. “To throw a dart? No way. Too make it go where you want? Now that’s the real skill but I’ll bet you can do it. Come on. Give it a try.”
“Well as long as you guys promise you’re not going to laugh at me,” and with that, Catherine took a dart and aimed at the dart board.
She’d thought that maybe it would be a problem in her high heeled shoes but the longer she wore them, the more comfortable they felt so she took aim at the center of the board and she gave the dart a toss.
There wasn’t nearly enough force on the dart and it fell below the dart board and buried itself in the wall which elicited a few chortles from the men gathered around her. “It looks like darts maybe isn’t your game,” Dale said in a serious voice.
Catherine chomped away at her gum even as she met his gaze. “I did tell you it was my first time,” she reminded him.
“That you did,” Dale agreed. “That you did but I’m thinking that maybe darts isn’t the right game for you after all.”
Catherine blew a bubble as she looked back defiantly. She wasn’t trying to act like the big, bad bitch but she had no intention of letting these guys think they could push her around. “So you think you have a better game for me then do you?” She blew a bubble as she waited for the man’s answer.
Pop!
For the life of her, Catherine couldn’t remember when it was that she’d agreed to play a game of Truth or Dare with these guys but that was hardly the point. They obviously thought they could push her around and she needed to show them they couldn’t.
Catherine was up first and she chose truth. “Okay, have you always been a blond?” Dale asked.
These guys were so stupid, Catherine told herself. She wasn’t blond and she never had been.
That drew smirks from all of the men and then Dale said, “Well if that’s true, then maybe you should look in the mirror.”
What the hell was he talking about, Catherine wondered, and then she caught a glimpse of herself in a mirror and she couldn’t help but stroke a hand through her hair. It was funny but she was sure she’d always remembered herself having brown hair and yet now here she was, a dishwater blond.
“Well,” Dale said with a smirk, “it looks like we caught you in a lie. The real question is now that we caught you in a lie, what are we going to do with you?”
Caroline just shook her head in bewilderment. She had no idea what she was supposed to say,
Dale chuckled at Caroline’s obvious discomfort. “I think this means that since you didn’t tell us the truth, you owe us a dare now, and I think the perfect dare for you would be to show us what it looks like when you play with your pussy.”
For a moment, she almost said that a princess didn’t play with her pussy although that wasn’t exactly true either and she wasn’t sure what the penalty would be if they caught her lying twice and besides, they weren’t supposed to know that she was a princess anyway so it seemed as if the only option available to her was to pull up her short, little skirt and rub her fingers against her clitty.
The men all watched her with rapt attention as she continued to play with herself. Maybe they hadn’t thought she’d do it but now that she was, she’d decided she’d give them one hell of a show.
She couldn’t help but moan as her fingers drew her closer and closer. Oh fuck, it was time.
And then she was cumming and damn, it felt so fucking good and she didn’t really care if the men were watching her.
“It looked like you liked that,” Dale observed.
Catherine would have loved to tell the man to shut up but she couldn’t do it for a couple of reasons. The first was she was embarrassed. How the heck could she not have known her hair was a dirty blond? It wasn’t like she hadn’t ever seen herself in the mirror. She had to have known she wasn’t a brunette so why had she lied about it? She just didn’t have an answer to that.
But perhaps more importantly, the other reason she found it hard to answer back to Dale’s comment was that she’d rather enjoyed playing with her pussy and what was more, she’d rather enjoyed having these men watch her do it.
What the hell was the matter with her, she wondered.
“Let’s just keep,playing,” she said,
They went around the table once and then they went around the table a second time and Catherine couldn’t help but feel a little bit better about the way things were going. That first time had been embarrassing for sure but it was just that she hadn’t been ready for it and one of the guys had even bought her a drink and then it came back around to her again. “Okay, fellas,” she said, “what’s it going to be this time?”
Dale looked at the other guys sitting around the table. “What do you think, fellas?” he asked. “Should we go with a little bit of a dare this time?”
The consensus among he and his friends was that was exactly what they should do.
“Okay,” he said. “I think we’re going to go back to a dare this time. We hear you blonds can get kind of wild so how about you spread those legs for us and fuck your pussy and while you’re doing it, let’s hear you tell us just how much you want us to fuck you.”
Catherine just laughed at that. “I think you got me all wrong, guys. I might have a little bit of blond in my hair but I’m not that blond.”
Dale just laughed at that. “Oh you blond girls are all the same,” he said. “You want to say you’re not like that when in truth that’s exactly how you are.”
These guys clearly hadn’t been paying attention to her, Catherine thought as she chomped away on her gum. Okay maybe she had played with her pussy in front of them but she wasn’t some blond slut who would just blithely go out and play with her pussy just because some guy wanted her to.
The funny thing she thought as she chewed on her gum was that seemed to be who they thought she was but two could play at that game. They wanted to watch her to see if she would break. That was fine but she was going to watch them back even as she blew a bubble with her gum.
Pop!
Okay, there was something with the way these guys just kept watching her that was kind of turning her on and for the life of her, Catherine couldn’t figure out why, but it was kind of hot. She almost felt like she could almost do what had been asked of her.
For some reason that Catherine couldn’t seem to fathom, she found herself looking away from the guys. Maybe it was to keep herself from giving in to their dare, she thought, because there was a part of her that did want to do it but that’s when she caught a glimpse of herself in some of the mirrored glass in the pub and for a moment, she was distracted from the guys. What the heck, she thought.
It hadn’t been that long ago that she would have said she was a brunette but that was obviously wrong. She wasn’t a total brunette, she’d realized. She’d definitely thought herself to be more of a dishwater blond only …
Only now she realized that even that wasn’t right. Her hair was now a golden blond. How could she have been so wrong about her hair, she wondered.
But then her attention was back on the guys. It was clear what they wanted from her and what was more, it was pretty clear what they thought about blonds. Hell, they’d pretty much told her as much. Why not do what they wanted her to do?
Of course, it wasn’t like she would have done anything like this in the palace but wasn’t that the whole point of doing what she was doing? Wasn’t her whole reason for getting out of the palace so she wasn’t trapped inside there and so she could experience new things?
“All right, guys, if that’s the way you want to play the game, that’s fine. I can totally play it your way,” and she leaned back and pulled up her skirt so the guys could watch her play with her pussy.
Her finger rubbed against her clit and she let the guys watch her moan. “You know, I really like playing with myself in front of such handsome men. I kind of look at Dale here as the ringleader. I think that’s so cool, and Steve, you own your own business, right? I bet that means you know how to get what you want. And then Orel and Gavin. Retired, huh? Retired but not dead. I’ll bet you’ve got a whole lot of experience. I’d love to see what you guys could teach me.”
Catherine was starting to breathe heavily now as he4 finger worked her pussy. She hadn’t thought this was a good idea before but she was really liking it now.
Her other hand squeezed one of her pert, breasts as the one between her legs continued to do its thing.
Oh fuck. She was so close to cumming and then she wasn’t just close. She squeezed her breast harder as her pussy came.
It was only after she was done that she pulled her finger free and she looked at the guys. “How’d you guys like that?” she asked coquettishly. “Is that what you wanted to see?”
It seemed as if her show was just what every one of the men wanted to see and Catherine was glad that she’d managed to gain the upper hand as game play once more resumed. It was clear that they’d given her that dare thinking that she wouldn’t comply and that they’d then get the upper hand but she’d certainly showed them. They’d think twice now before trying that trick again.
It seemed as if they went around the group again, Catherine couldn’t help but dare each of the guys to show her their cocks because after all, she’d already shown them her pussy twice so it was only fair that they showed her what they had.
But once more it was her turn again and she chomped away on her gum as she waited to see what they had in store for her next.
Dale smiled at her. “What’s it going to be this time?” he asked.
Catherine couldn’t help but grin back at him as she looked back at him defiantly. “You know what’s it’s going to be. It’s going to be dare.”
Dale just grinned at that. “I would have been surprised if you’d said anything else especially since you dared every one of us to take out our cocks. I have to say you blonds are all alike. Always so horny.”
There was easy and there was too easy. Sure, this game had gotten her horny and she wasn’t going to deny that but she didn’t want these guys to think that they could do whatever they wanted with her. Catherine chomped down on her gum and said, “Let’s see what you got.”
“What I got is we want to let the three of us fuck you.”
Catherine blew a bubble and then …
Pop!
Catherine stood up and as she did, what she saw in the mirrored glass was a platinum blond and it was becoming hard to think of a time that she had ever had brown hair. It wasn’t like she wanted to be seen as easy but at the same time, she also didn’t want to chicken out on this dare so she looked at the guys. “If that’s what you want,” she said as she pulled up her skirt, “then all you got to do is come and get it.”
That was all it took for the four men to stand and then they were removing the rest of their clothes and as they came up around her, each of them seemed to want to cop a feel of her big bubble butt and Catherine couldn’t help but moan because her bottom was still super sensitive.
It seemed as if Dale was the first one who was going to get a first shot at her and as Catherine leaned over the table, he came up and pressed his cock against her pussy.
Catherine couldn’t help but moan as the man grabbed her hips and pushed his cock into her pussy. She knew it was wrong but it was hard not to like what was being done to her.
At some time, Dale stepped aside and another of the men took his place. Catherine was pretty sure it was one of the pensioners but he had a hold of her long, blond hair and he was keeping her from turning her head even as he shoved his cock in her pussy.
She could really get used to this, Catherine told herself but almost as soon as she was getting used to the cock in her pussy, it was being withdrawn and then there was another one being pushed in to take its place.
She was being used like a little, blond slut, Catherine told herself. She was being used like a little blond slut … and she liked it.
And then there was yet another cock to take its turn in her pussy and Catherine couldn’t help but think that these men were using her and as much as she thought she should probably resent it, there’d be time enough for that later … later after they’d finished fucking her.
And now as that cock was withdrawn and as one of the others was reinserted, Catherine couldn’t help but love what she was feeling. One cock would fuck her and no sooner had that cock been withdrawn then there was another one to take its place.
And then just when it seemed as if it couldn’t get any better, one of the men and for the life of her, Catherine had no idea which one, but one of the men pulled his cock from between her legs but instead of taking it away, he pressed it between her cheeks without ever entering her and then moments later, she felt him cumming all over her bottom.
Maybe it was a foregone conclusion but once one man came on her butt, it seemed as if all of them had to do it so it wasn’t long before Catherine’s bottom was covered in cum.
Finally, she had a chance to turn around and look at the men. “Did you fellas enjoy yourself?” she asked.
Dale looked at his buddies and it seemed as if there was some kind of agreement. “Yeah,” Dale said finally. “I think we enjoyed ourselves. The question is did you enjoy yourself?”
“Absolutely I enjoyed myself. There’s just one thing I’m not certain of.”
“Yeah? What’s that?”
“I have no idea who won our game.”
“Good question but I think maybe we can call it a draw. I’d say we all won.”
“Works for me,” Catherine said and she blew a bubble.
Pop!
She found herself once more in a pub but not the one where Dale and the other men had fucked her repeatedly. This was the first one. This was the one owned by Mr. Anders and she was seated at a table with the pub owner sitting across from her. “So did you enjoy yourself,” the pub owner asked. “Did you enjoy being a little blond slut?”
“How did you know about that?” Catherine burst out and then she realized what she’d just admitted to.
The pub owner smiled. “I know lots of things,” he said, “but you have to admit that being fucked like a slut isn’t very princess-like.”
“Yeah, so?”
“And you have to admit that the princess isn’t a blond.”
“Yeah, so?”
“So all you have to do is admit you’re not the princess and we can stop this.”
“I can’t do that.”
The pub owner sighed and it seemed to Catherine as if he almost seemed sorry about something. “So we continue then,” he said as he once more pulled out his box with the bubble gums inside. “Pick one,” he said.
Catherine knew it was probably wrong but she had a feeling that she couldn’t stop now so she reached in the box and she took out a piece of purple bubble gum and she put it in her mouth.There was a rush of blueberry taste from the gum as Catherine bit into it.
“Now, we will see where we go from here,” the pub owner said.
Catherine bit into the gum and she blew a bubble and then …
Pop!