Seduction by Soap

She stood up, her hand still pumping away at her pussy, and reached for the bottle.

"It'll do! It'll do just fine!"

Erotic memories flooded her mind, fueling the growing fire within her. Her pussy twitched with anticipation as she gazed admiringly at the large soap bottle, its size and shape stirring vivid recollections of past encounters.

"Just like the young prince's penis, this will be just perfect!"

She sat down on the edge of the tub, spreading her legs wide open, and pushed the bottle inside her vagina. 

"Oh god, yes. "   

  She gasped out as the hard plastic stretched her open. It was cool against her overheated flesh, and she could feel the ridges of the label pressing into her skin. ridges of the bottle rubbing against her sensitive walls.

It felt so good.

So fucking good.

"Ohhhh....ohhhh..."

With a loud moan, she pushed the bottle deeper inside her pussy.

It slid in easily, thanks to the combination of her arousal and the water, and she could feel the hard plastic stretching her wider and wider.

It was almost like having a real cock inside her.

Almost.

But not quite.

Because the bottle was smooth and slick and lacked the warmth of a real cock.

But it was enough.

Just enough.

She pushed the bottle deeper and deeper, and soon it was buried all the way inside her.

"Ohhh...ohhhh..! Oh fuck, yes!" 

She paused for a moment, savoring the feeling of fullness, and then began moving her hips, rocking the bottle back and forth inside her pussy.

"Ohhh....ahhh....."

Her movements were slow at first but quickly gained speed as she became accustomed to the sensation.

"Ohhhh....ohhhh...yes..! Fuck! YES!"

Soon she was fucking the bottle with abandon, her hips thrusting wildly as she pushed it in and out of her wetness.

"Ohhhh...fuck! Ohhhh...god, it's so good!" The sound of her wetness and the bottle sloshing around inside her echoed through the room.

She didn't care, though. She didn't care about anything other than the feeling of the bottle rubbing against her G-spot.

"Fuck, yes, fuck me," she groaned, thrusting her hips back and forth. "Fuck me hard, you son of a bitch!"

Her words only served to spur her on, and she began slamming the bottle harder and harder into her cunt, grunting and panting with every thrust.

"Yes, yes, yes," she moaned, slamming the bottle into her again and again. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me."

She was so close now.

So fucking close.Just a few more strokes, and she would be there, lost in the blissful oblivion of orgasm.

"Need a hand, my lady?"

"Eek!"

Lilia screamed in surprise, her hand reflexively releasing the bottle, which landed in the tub with a splash. She turned her head and saw the young prince standing there, grinning at her.

"P-Prince Allen! Y-You're awake!"

"Well, yeah. You kinda woke me up, screaming your head off."

Lilia's cheeks flushed bright red, and she quickly covered her breasts with her hands.

"I'm sorry, Your Highness. I didn't mean to wake you."

"It's okay. It's not every day I get to watch a beautiful woman fuck herself with a bottle."

Allen stepped forward and leaned against the edge of the bathtub, his eyes drifting down to her crotch.

"I didn't know you had it in you, my lady."

"I'm sorry, Your Highness. That was very shameless of me. I didn't mean for you to see that."

Allen chuckled and shook his head.

"I think we're past the point of shame, don't you? I mean, after last night."

Lilia's eyes widened, and she blushed even harder."I... I..."

"Besides," Allen continued, his voice growing husky, "it's not like you have anything to be ashamed of. That was pretty hot, you know."

He leaned in closer and lowered his voice to a whisper.

"Would you like me to give you a hand with that?"

Lilia stared at him for a moment, unsure if she had heard him correctly.

"Excuse me?"

Allen grinned and pointed at her crotch.

"You're not finished, are you?"

"I..."Lilia's gaze followed his finger, and she realized that she was still incredibly aroused. Her clitter was aching with need, and her pussy was practically dripping with anticipation.

"N-No, I'm not," she admitted, her voice barely a whisper.

"Well then, how about I help you finish?"

Lilia looked up at him, her eyes wide and full of lust.

"Y-Yes. Please." 

A grin spread across Allen's face as he lowered his hand into the water, the movement slow and deliberate.

Lilia closed her eyes and braced herself for what she knew was coming.

And then she felt it.

The tip of the prince's finger brushed above her pussy.She could feel the temperature of the water heating up as heat radiated out from her pussy.

"Hmmm, I think I'm getting warmer," Allen murmured as his fingers ran over Lilia's digits. She wanted to scream out, to tell him off, to tell him to fuck her, but she couldn't let the prince hear her. He would think her a common whore.And so she kept quiet, her breathing heavy, and Allen did whatever he wanted.

Allen brushed her fingers aside and replaced his in their place. He rubbed lightly, brushing up against her clit in an irregular circle. 

Lilia's hips lurched off the bottom of the tub, her fingers still gripping the sides. She opened her eyes and saw the prince staring down at her, his mouth agape like some kind of mutated frog. She couldn't have been more turned on.Maybe it was being unsatisfied from earlier, or maybe it was because she had just been working herself up to an orgasm, but the second the prince touched her, she felt her whole body start to quiver and her legs start to shake. She felt herself get lightheaded as she watched the young prince stroke her.

"Allen, "she breathed. Not sure what to say. Maybe just wanting to say his name. Part of her wanted him to do more and touch her more. But she was scared to ask. She was a lady, after all. And ladies did not beg.

 "Yes?" Allen said.

As Lilia opened her mouth to answer, Allen's index finger ran down her slit and pushed inside of her entrance.