Princess Leia and the Count

This is a story written for Literotica’s Halloween 2019 Contest. It is set at a Starbucks on November 1.

“What do you mean you don’t know his name and you don’t know what he looks like?”

“It was dark and neither of us actually said anything. Including our names.”

“But it was transcendent?”

“My god it was. It was last night’s annual Halloween costume party at the Castle. And I went as Princess Leia.”

“I love her. I miss Carrie Fisher.”

“So do I. Focus. I was bored and was wandering through those halls upstairs where you’re not supposed to go but people go for trysts.”

“You were going for a tryst?”

“No I wasn’t going to one. It kind of came to me.”

“OK. You’re wandering around in the halls. What happened?”

“I see this guy. Something like a Count of Monte Christo costume and he’s wearing a mask. I don’t know what came over me but I brushed against him when we were about to pass each other. And he stopped. I thought he might have smiled but it was dark and, you know, he wore a mask. His eyes were nice though. I couldn’t catch their color.

“We stopped in the hallway and turned to face each other. I can’t believe I did this but he was in these tight pants with the stockings, the whole get-up, and I ran my hand across his crotch. I could feel his dick getting hard as I felt it through the material. I grabbed his hand and tried a few doors before I found one that was open, It was small, but not too small. I pulled him in and locked it.”

“This really is not like you.”

“I know. I don’t know what came over me. I just grabbed the waist of the trousers and pulled them down as far as I could. He had those stockings on and all.”

“That must have been a sight. “

“Like I cared? I needed to touch his dick. I ran both hands up and down and it felt like steel. Pulsing steel. My world was in my hands until I lowered my lips and ran my tongue around the head, tasting the slightest bit of saltiness at the opening. Holding it with just my right hand I started my exploration. It was like steel, as I said, but I could feel it pulse. Alive. It was pretty dark so it didn’t matter, but I closed my eyes to take it in while I lowered my mouth down, my tongue like a windshield wiper. Left-right. Left-right.

“I don’t know how, but I managed to get his dick all the way in. I felt his pubic hairs tickle my nose but I didn’t care.”

“What was he doing?”

“It was great. I felt his hands on my head. He wasn’t holding me so he could fuck my mouth or anything. It was a gentle touch, like he wanted more of a connection with me. Lightly on my Princess Leia ears, the tips of his fingers just touching my neck. It was a magical connection, those fingertips.”

“You’re getting me hot here.”

“How do you think I feel? How do you think I felt?

“I slowly pulled up, my tongue repeating the wiper-motion, although this time it was beneath him. When I was almost off, when he was almost out, I started to bob. Faster and faster, and I let my teeth graze against him. After doing that five or six times I put my hand on him and held it as I pulled my mouth off.

“I turned my head so I could reach his balls.”

“You hate doing that.”

“Normally I hate doing it, but not this time. They really felt like jewels in my mouth and I washed them with my tongue. But just a sideshow. I wanted him, him, back inside me and I just went nuts. I’ve never sucked someone like I sucked him. As fast as I could.

“Again, not a word was said. I felt he was close as his breathing got shallow. For the first time he applied force with his hands, to remove my head so he wouldn’t come in my mouth.”

“He didn’t want to come in your mouth?”

“I’m sure he wanted to, but he didn’t want to force me to take it. But I needed him to explode and to swallow. So I shook my head and deep throated him again, holding it for a second before bobbing up and down again.

“I felt him start. So I pulled back so I only had the head in my mouth. It was the most glorious thing. The taste, the smell, the force of his come. Three or four ropes. I didn’t know if I could get it all but I somehow did.”

“I think I might have to use the Ladies’ now.”

“Hold on. I’m on a roll.”

“Almost done?”

“Not close.

“That’s all I wanted. I swear. Sucking him and tasting him and swallowing him. I figured I’d be heading to the Ladies’ myself to take care of myself. I licked the head clean and rubbed the underside with my hand and got up.”

“How were your knees?”

“A little sore. I didn’t notice until I started to get up. But I was OK. He helped me up. Still nothing said. It was like this whole fantasy thing. I turned to go. This was just anonymous, stranger sex, right? And I had done what I set out to do and figured he was spent and would be happy to go home for a nap.”

“Of course.”

“But no. he pushed me against the wall and bent down. Now my dress was tight and long but not, thank god, too tight. He reached down and pulled it up and suddenly his fingers held my panties.”

“How wet?”

“Niagara Falls wet. He pulls them down and I step out of them. I don’t know or care where they end up. He kneels and holds up the dress. I reach down to grab it myself to free his hands and so it doesn’t smother him. He leans in. I mean you could smell me half-way across town.”

“That was you?”

“Shut up. Suddenly his lips are on mine. His tongue starts going up and down. His hands grabbing my ass. I realize he’s not experienced eating a woman. He’s kind of sloppy and clueless for a minute but he finds himself and he become more gentle. He’s like a kitten, lapping up and I hear a moan from him. When he hits my clit and I stiffen he does it a second time and I stiffen a second time. I can almost see his brain click. ‘She likes that.’

“Soon he’s poking at it with his tongue. I’ve got my hands on his head, but I’m rougher than he was since I need to direct him a bit. I push his head down a bit because he’s obsessed with my clit. Down to my hole, and he starts poking into that and I can tell he’s becoming addicted to my flow. Which is quite a flow.”

“I bet.”

“Now he’s more comfortable and he’s wandering around, registering what’s working for me and what’s not. Until I start to shake. Thank god I’m leaning against the wall or I’d have fallen. He realizes that my clit’s the thing and he starts sucking on it. The moment his teeth glide against it I’m gone, completely over the top, grabbing his head into me, my thighs pounding his head. And he’s not moving. His mouth is locked into me as I buck.

“Then I push his head away. It was too dark, but I had a huge smile on my face as I slowly slink down the wall to the floor as he backs away. I run my hand down his face and he grabs it and kisses it. I’m laying there obscenely and before he gets up he leans in and gives my clit a kiss. The lightest, most sensual kiss I’ve gotten anywhere.

“He gets up and then helps me. I flatten my dress. He steps back and lets me unlock the door and leave. I went to the Ladies’ to try to clean up and when I got back to the main hall, I looked and looked for him and couldn’t find him. “

“Whatever happened to your panties?”

“I don’t know. All I do know is that I don’t have them.”

“He must have taken them. Like a trophy.”

“No. Not him. They wouldn’t be a trophy. They’d be a memory.”

“Great. Now what are you going to do?”

“It was so unlike me. Anonymous, stranger sex. That I initiated. But there was something. I wish I knew who he was.”

“You could always give a blowjob to every man you meet and see which dick fits, like Cinderella’s prince.”

“I could but that’d be kind of gross.”

“You said he wasn’t experienced?”


“So he wasn’t some guy who likes getting a blowjob and likes eating a woman in return. Much as I’d like to meet such a man.”


“Think. He could tell who you were right?”

“I suppose.”

“But he knew you couldn’t tell who he was?”


“And he made a point of not saying anything, correct?”


“Well, Babe, he’s definitely someone who knows you. You don’t feel the way you did without a connection.”

“Even if you’re right, where does that leave me?”

“How tall was he?”

“What? Well, I had two-inch heels on and he was a couple of inches taller than me, maybe five-ten.”

“What kind of shape?”

“From what I could tell he’s in good shape. Not gym-rat shape. Not a lot of excess weight and thighs like iron and a great ass.”

“You didn’t mention the ass.”

“Oh, yeah. I got a good feel of it while he was in me.”

“So five-ten and in good shape. How old?”

“I didn’t count the rings on his dick. But, probably about our age.”


“Dark, but not black as far as I could tell. Remember it was dark.”

“You said that. So you didn’t get a clear reading of the eyes.”

“And? Wait. What are you thinking?”

“I’m thinking I know who he is.”

“No way.”

“Yes way. I’m sure you’ve met him. He’s not in our circle, but I’ve seen him at some parties and in town now and then. Single, like us. I don’t know if I’ve said more than a couple of words to him.”

“Wait. I think I know who you mean. Wait. Oh my god. You’re right. Shit. A minute ago I was happy—”

“A minute ago you were miserable. Before that party you were happy.”

“Whatever. Now I need him in my again and I’m not talking about my mouth.”

“Have you ever spoken to him?”

“I’d completely forgotten. We chatted for a while at Marcie’s thirtieth. He was sweet and nervous. I kind of liked him, but he never pursued anything so I don’t know if I would have been interested.”

“Well you sure as hell pursued something last night. I don’t know if he’s interested but he sure is interesting.”

“I’m sure as hell interested. But it’d be kind of embarrassing, don’t you think? Me calling him after what happened. “

“It happened. He kissed your clit when you were done. You’d be a fool not—”

“I think I’m already a fool in love with him. “

“If you don’t want him, I’m more than willing to take him off your hands.”

“Keep you talons off him. He’s mine.”

“Excuse me, are you ladies almost done? We’ve been waiting for a table.”

“Oh, sorry. We were lost in conversation. We’ll just clean off the table. Sorry.”

“No problem.”

“Do you think she heard?”

“She did seem a little flushed.”

“Where were we?”

“You were saying you were going to call him, find out where he lives, and jump his bones as quickly as possible.”

“That sounds about right. But I don’t have his number.”

“I do.”