Spoiled Bratty Princess: Does She Taste Like Cotton Candy? ♕

Spoiled bratty princess is sweet, pink, and tastes like cotton candy!

The sun shone and the air filled with laughter, music, and the smell of cotton candy. Today, this spoiled, bratty princess wore a simple pink sun dress that floated around my knees. In my arms, I held an oversized white unicorn. A ride spun people around to the right of me, and the wind from it felt cool as it raced up the bottom of my dress. Today was so much fun playing the games and riding the rides. Only had two tickets left to use before I called it a night and headed home to a hot shower and bed. The Maze Of Wonder stood before me. a two-story maze with stairs and one of those rotating tunnels at the end, and lucky me it was two tickets.

Yes, I am a spoiled bratty princess, now move out of my way.

I walked up, passing the line and I could hear the people complaining as I cut to the front. I handed my last two tickets to the carnival worker.  He was an older, overweight, balding man with wrinkled skin so tan it looked like leather. He had his greasy-looking hair tied back with a rubber band. His shirt was disgusting, covered with food stains down the front and matching sweat stains under each arm. He smelled of stale cigarettes and cheap vodka.

I shuddered with disgust as he held out his hand to collect my tickets. As I went to walk by him, he offered to hold my unicorn for me while I went in the maze. I smiled sweetly and refused his offer. The smell would have been impossible to get out of it once he touched it. As he unlatched the rope, I heard him mumble “spoiled bratty princess” as I passed.

All good things must come to an end.

I walked through the maze awkwardly, bumping my breast into the little transparent paneled walls. Panels clicked and clacked under my feet, and a blast of air shot from the floor, and I felt the pressure of it against my panties.  I stepped back, hoping to make the blast happen again. soon I got to the edge of the maze, and I was in a corner.  There was a circular staircase going up to my right and funny mirrors to my left. The speakers above vibrated so loudly,  it made it impossible to hear yourself think, let alone talk. Next, I started to climb the staircase, but when I reached the top, I found a dead end; a small steel door was blocking my path.

If the stairs are rocking!

Suddenly, I felt the staircase shake. I held on to the railing, scared because I nearly fell. It shook again,n and the air smelled of cheap vodka and stale cigarettes.  He mumbled, “There you are, my spoiled, bratty princess”,  and I felt a large, calloused hand grip my thigh. While another hand slid under my dress and cupped my pussy in its palm. There was nowhere to run, and the loud music blaring from the speakers stopped my screams from being heard.

I was sure I was going to be sick, and yet I felt my body reacting. Then my nipples harden and my pussy got wet as that big dirty hand grabbed me under my panties. My panties were pulled to the side and I felt him plunge his face tight against my wet hole. Next, he started licking and sucking first my pussy then my little ass hole, and back again. He devoured my sweet luscious pussy like he hadn’t eaten in years.

I felt the build-up like all the fluid in my body was rushing to that one spot.   Suddenly, a scream of pleasure escaped my lips as my warm juices shot out of my body and into his mouth. I looked down between the steps and could see a fresh puddle on the floor. Smiling I thought how now this ride will forever smell like cheap vodka, stale cigarettes, and me.