Loading...His majesty has thus far disposed of his previous queens for reasons which I have never fully understood, and probably never will. I, however as Queen Victoria II, have no intentions of becoming another one of his beheaded memories. Since his sexual appetite tends to sway with a frequency that is unfathomable, I always try to avoid displeasing him at any cost. I consider myself to be a bit of a voyeur when it comes to sexual matters, and probably because of that, I have been quite successful in avoiding the guillotine.
With his approval, and apparent delight, I have isolated myself in one of our summer residences, and when summoned, always, but reluctantly, make my self available to him. Since his second wife provided him with an heir to the throne, he no longer seems to have any use for a woman’s company and I now believe that he prefers men to women. That too is a matter of convenience which is to my advantage since I am quite the opposite. Or perhaps not. I have no real preference so long as I am satisfied.
I must confess that I consider myself a very attractive and desirable lady, a very well endowed lady, I might add. My hair is quite long and blonde. My bosom is supple with nipples quite sensitive to anyone’s touch. And my waist quite thin . Coupled with my flawless complexion and blue eyes, I glean admiring glances from all the men in waiting at my milord’s court.
It was my appearance and standing within the royal community which attracted him to me in the first place, but since he prefers to dally with his own circle of concubines and fops I have been forced to amuse myself with those I bring into my own circle, my ladies in waiting.. Currently I have ten ladies in waiting, four are ladies of the privy chamber and two are ladies of the Bed chamber and all are of noble breeding and quite beautiful..
And thus it is that when his lordship summoned me to his court at the Villa Marcelone, I went with great expectation,. For there I intend to visit his very special guest. I have been informed that he holds the Prince De Martinique hostage within the guest suites of the east wing. The prince’s willingness to remain is primarily because his lordship holds his entire entourage prisoner and he is a man of honor and would never permit them to be disposed of because of him.
The princes reputation as a rogue has brought a flush to the faces of many young ladies, or so I’ve been told. And I am prepared to convince my husband to allow him to reside at my summer home. More as repayment for my services as a consort for some visiting princess from a neighboring country with which he has a mutual treaty of protection.
I know his highness undoubtedly will request that I entertain the princess, Marquis De Ponte and be glad to resume his dalliances with his own concubines.
The princess is referred to by her more intimate subjects, simply as Polly. She too has a reputation for being rather daring in her demeanor and her sometimes risqué behavior, and I fully intend to explore the prospect that she may be more then just an obligation, but may also be the object of my affections.
Immediately upon parking my landau under the porte cochere, the carriage was removed, and my ladies in waiting followed me to my Privy chamber. There I was prepared for my visit with my beloved husband.
Sarah, one of my two “Ladies of the Bed Chamber,” bathed me and shaved my pussy. It is a requirement of mine and I insist all my ladies in waiting are shorn of all pubic hair. Then came the ungodly task of dressing.
Standing before the mirror, I pirouetted and took delight in my body. I was tempted to rouge my nipples but decided not to. That would have soiled my undergarments. Sighing, I stood still as first my chemise was pulled over my head, next my corset was laced snugly and my breasts were encased in its front busk closure. Next came the hoop petticoat and finally the over petticoat. Finally my dress, with its Fan front bodice, with capped close fitting long sleeves, and cartridge pleated flounced skirt.
Normally I would wear a bonnet and gloves but his imperial highness does not permit head covering in his presence.
Entering the throne room I curtsied as required, and took my place by his side. Within moments the Princess entered, curtsied and was introduced. My husband made a brief but curt introduction and without further ado advised the young lady that she was to be my consort for the duration of her visit. Then she was led out to her Privy Chambers, where her ladies in waiting had been deposited.
Being alone with my husband I made quick, my proposition to take prince De Martinique with me and separate him from the group who were being held hostage. In addition I induced him to sign a release for the Duke and his men since the ransom had already been promised and would be forthcoming within a few weeks.
This was to be my bargaining document and I promised that it would not be presented until the ransom had been delivered. With the signed release in hand I departed and my Ladies and I paid a visit to my new acquisition. Max, the prince of Lichtenberg.
I was announced and upon entering his chambers he bowed low. Then he stood. We all gasped. He was beautiful, or handsome, whatever your choice of words might be. He stood a bit over six feet tall, he was lithe and handsome beyond belief. His hair was shorter than most men would wear it, but still a bit longer than a pages cut would be. His mane was straw blonde and his eyes were a piercing dark blue. His gaze seemed to expose my sudden thoughts of taking him as a lover. He wore a ruffled shirt, open almost down to his belted waist and his muscular, bare chest seemed to ripple with each movement he made. Then his most exciting attribute became extremely obvious, the large bulge in his snug breeches.
Gwen stood by my side and gasped as her hand tightened on my arm. Then leaning towards me she whispered. “My Highness, he’s enormous. Will he be coming with us? I mean, did your plan succeed? Can we have him?”
My mouth was dry, and I was at a loss for words. All I could muster was a nod. Oh my god I thought, he’s built like a bull. I must admit I felt faint at the prospect of having him slide his erect cock into my body. I wanted him more than anything at that moment and then I felt my pussy begin to contract and the resulting warm flow of my own fluids slowly run down my inner thighs.
I simply turned and ordered: “Prepare him!” With that having been said I returned to my Privy chambers and prepared to escort Polly back to my summer residence. Initially my anxiety had been to have three hours with her in my carriage but now I couldn’t get Max out of my mind and I was becoming more needy to be satisfied.
When the carriage was delivered I entered and moments later Polly took the seat across from me as was custom. Once we had left I told her to join me on my seat and for perhaps twenty minutes we chatted about nothing in particular. I had truly lost interest in small talk because I couldn’t get Max out of my mind and my cunt was churning with its need to be satisfied.
For long moments we were quiet, and the coach jostled us back and forth as it swayed along the rough roadway. I desperately wanted to lift my chemise and let my fingers enter my pussy, but that wasn’t possible, Or possibly it was. The next jolt in the road thru my visitor into my lap and my hand reached under her bosom to right her. Inadvertently, my hand had slid into her front bisque and I clutched her breast.
To my amazement she accepted my help and held my hand against her exposed breast. She lifted up and her pale blue eyes stared into mine. It was instinct I think, that I moved my lips to hers and softly drew her lower lip into my mouth.
At that point she removed her hand from mine and moved to slide her hand within my dress and returned the caress. My breasts are rather large, and my nipples extremely sensitive and as we sat with our mouths tightly pressed together, our hands were busy fondling one another. I was beyond myself with need and she too seemed to be beyond what would be normal desire.
I must confess, I initiated the next and more intimate action, fully expecting her to return the favor in like kind. I lifted her Chemise and its covering and rested the crumpled fabrics on her lap as my hand moved down to cover her pussy.
She too was clean shaven and my fingers gently squeezed her soft pussy, allowing my fingers to enter, one at a time. Polly immediately responded by forcing her tongue into my mouth so I could suck it and she reached down to lift my own Chemise up exposing me for her more intimate attention.
She was good. Even my Gwendolyn could learn from this young temptress. She did as I had done. First one finger probed into my slippery cunt, then another and yet a third. I spread my legs wider to accommodate her hand, and to my delight she now began to wiggle her thumb back and forth across my swollen clit. I was ecstatic.
With thoughts of Max in my mind, and this beautiful woman toying with my pussy I strove even harder to insure she had her orgasm at the same instant I did. I think she was a bit ahead of me however. Just a few seconds and it was of no consequence. She suddenly sucked my tongue into her mouth, moaned and began to hunch upward, forcing my finger deeper and more rapidly into her hot opening.
An instant later, her lips released me, her head tossed back and she cried out. “Oooh my god. My dear god, it’s so good. I’m cumming for you. Yes, oh yes, yes, there, just like that!” and she ejaculated into the palm of my hand.
My Ladies are very vocal and I do enjoy watching their pleasure, for that gives me pleasure. But this young woman was fanatical in her need to be satisfied and immediately upon gaining her breath she fell to the space in front of me and replace her probing fingers with her mouth.
I had been trying to resist cumming until she had been recovered, but once she had fallen to her knees and her lips pressed to my pussy, I too lost my ability to contain myself. While her lips explored my cunt, her tongue danced within each hot wet fold of my swollen portal and I was gasping for breath, I reached within my dress and began to pinch my nipples. The slight pain I was causing myself, coupled with her tongue taunting my pussy, caused me to begin my journey of exquisite satisfaction. I lifted my self, thrust my pussy firmly against her face and as she moved her lips to encircle my clit I screamed out.
“Yessssss, Oh yess my dear Polly, take it! Take my juices and drink me! Taste me! Lick it up! Drink it down! Oh god yes. You are sooo good my little one.”
Finally she returned to her seat and I helped her rearrange her clothing. She returned the favor and arriving at the residence, we each went to our privy chamber to bathe and wash the smell of sex from our bodies. Tomorrow Rex would arrive and I had such delightful plans to make in preparation, for both my own enjoyment, as well as Gwen and Sarah.
As Sarah bathed me, she seemed upset. I assume that she was miffed that I had been pleasured and she probably suspected that I had enjoyed either Gwen or my own fingers to the exclusion of her attention. Quite frankly I was not yet satisfied sexually because Rex and the promise of his sliding that hard cock into me, was ever present in my mind. At that point I told Sarah to fetch my favorite ivory dildo and prepare it.
Sarah took the carved ivory piece from its ornate container and placed it in a tub of warm scented oils. When it was the right temperature she held it before me, as if showing me what was soon to be deep inside me. My favorite toy was of ivory, perhaps ten inches long. A replica of a penis with a serpent wrapped around its base. The head of the dragon was reared back as if it were looking up at the head of the shaft and it was that pose which delighted me so.
I lay on my bed and parted my legs. Sarah approached and gently parted the portal to my pussy. Slowly she slid the sleek ivory device in and began to twist it. The process was well rehearsed and she began to manipulate it ever so deftly in and out. Now fast, now slowly, as it entered then was drawn back. As I became more aroused, she began to twist it within my pussy as if stirring some magical potion. “faster,” I commanded, “Harder now!”
At that point the protruding dragons head began to pummel my clit, and as I began to sob aloud, she held the toy deep inside me, and her wrist shuddered as she twisted the dragons head back and forth across my clit. Cumming, I bolted up and began to coat the diabolical devise with my own syrupy fluids. Gasping for breath I fell back down and bade her leave it in me for a moment. I might need it again before putting it away. The evening came and went.
Having been satisfied four times the previous day, once in my coach and three times using my little ivory toy, I was again thinking about Rex. He had arrived hours earlier and I was anxious to enjoy his company and all it promised.
Lacking accomplished valets for Max I was forced to use three of my most trusted stewards. However they would suffice, if supplemented by several of my more accomplished concubines. These young ladies would serve as his personal attendants to provide whatever services he required except sex. Those services would only be provided upon my personal approval and most likely by my favorite Ladies or myself. Since I always took my meals in my chambers I had Max brought to me at mid morning.
Our first informal encounter was to be one during which I would exert my authority even if it might humiliate him to some degree. He entered, bowed as required, and remained standing just within the doorway. To either side of me were seated six of my ladies. Immediately to my left was Gwen, and to my right, Sarah. The remaining four maidens were of lesser noble backgrounds but quite accomplished in those arts which I so much enjoyed, Music, interesting conversation, and sex.
I had instructed each of my female consorts to arrive exposed from their waists up. I wanted to watch Max’s response to their lack of attire and their exposed breasts. Each lady was well endowed and their attributes varied from rather small and petite to those ladies with larger and more succulent breasts. Each had rouged aureoles and upon his arrival, their nipples became obviously erect.
Normally the women would have been comfortable exposed thusly, but when Max was brought in, I noticed a decided change in their demeanor. Some of them flushed, but almost all gave a gasp as he stood after his courteous bow and strode across the room to take his seat. With my permission he stood before his seat, and before he sat, the magnificent package bulging between his loins was gazed upon by all and the room seemed to echo with their gasps.
Conversation was lacking for the most part because they seemed in awe of my guest. I had intended to notify him of my requirements in exchange for his pardon, but decided against it because of the others in the room. Instead I invited him to stand and visit each of the ladies to be introduced and suggested that it might be appropriate were he to present each with a tender kiss. Not on the cheek, nor the lips but rather upon their exposed nipples.
He stood and glared at me in incredulous disbelief of my suggestion. I gave him my sternest stare and he began to circle the table complying with my order. He approached each from behind and leaning over the left shoulder of each, they turned slightly to accept his gift.
I was thoroughly enjoying both his discomfort and that of my ladies. After each had been kissed and he came to me, I reached to my throat and opening several buttons, drew my dress apart and invited him to lift my breasts from their resting place above my corset. Strangely he seemed very adept and knew precisely how to accomplish their removal without fumbling. He is experienced, I thought, very experienced.
“Both! Not just one my dear Max, and your queen requires that you suckle each and not merely provide a peck as the others had received.”
I hadn’t expected my own reaction to be quite as exciting as it developed. When his warm hand lifted my breast out and up, his warm breath gave notice of his lips arrival. And Oh yes his lips did close hotly over my nipples and he did draw them into his mouth, but he unexpectedly used his tongue to lash their erect surfaces as they were being sucked. And releasing one, he moved to my other side and repeated his taunting.
I began to ooze my womanly lubrication and began to contract. I nearly swooned before he was finished, and the heat within my body made my cheeks feel as though they were afire. As he returned to his seat, we stared at him. Apparently my breasts had not been the only thing to be aroused. His shaft now had swollen to nearly twice its previous size and though still hidden within his breeches, it strained for release.
The remainder of the brunch was more about small talk and quick glances at Max. I assumed that my Ladies were getting rather excited and wished to retire to their respective rooms. Polly had not attended my little breakfast but instead preferred to remain in her quarters. I was anxious to visit the secret passageway that ran the length of her bedchamber. It has a secret opening in one of the hangings thru which I could secretly observe.
I gave leave to my guests and returned to my quarters where I donned my riding attire. I found it much more comfortable than the formal attire necessary for entertaining, and it was much easier to do other things while thus attired.
I slid the door open to my narrow passageway and entered. Closing the panel quietly, I moved to the chair placed before the small viewing port sat, and gazed in. Polly was unclad and seemed to be restlessly tossing about on her bed. Her hand frequently reached down to stroke her pussy and return to her supple breasts to tweak her nipples. Finally she sat up and went to one of the settees and removed a bolster. It was covered in silk of the most exquisite texture and matched the motif of the settee. It was rather firm and was probably four feet long and a foot in diameter.
I watched her toss it onto her bed and align it from the foot to the head of the bed. Then she straddled it and leaning forward slightly, began to hunch forward and backward, similar to the motion one would enjoy while riding a mare. Becoming more excited she now lay atop it and placing her hanging breasts on either side, she began to hump the bolster, Slowly at first, with measured strokes then more rapidly as she obviously neared her satisfaction.
With each thrust of her pelvis, she moaned. I knew the silken covering was now becoming coated with the slippery mucus that exuded from her swollen cunt and I was anxiously awaiting her satisfaction. She shifted positions, she moved faster, and began to more forcefully press her spread vagina over the silken pillow.
She was stroking her clit with the gooy material and suddenly she paused, lifted her head up and wailed aloud. “Yeah, Oh yes, unh, unh, unh, yeah.”
I had thought her satisfied and was about to return to my Privy when she began again. She rolled off the bolster and I could see her exposed womanhood. Its labia were swollen, and with her legs spread wide apart, the hot inner membranes seemed to glow like warm coals. Her clit, still swollen, seemed to be a pink pearl, smooth, and glistening in the morning light.
Looking at the bolster, it was truly coated with cum of her own creation and now she began to fondle her pussy again. I marveled at her insatiable need to be sexually exhausted. Her fingers plunged in and out of her exposed pussy and when she began to near satisfaction she pulled the bolster over her, wrapped her legs around it and again began to thrust her hips up and down against its slippery surface. Now with her arms wrapped around the upper portion she began to saw it up and down her tummy.
Again she gasped and with a convulsive lurch, heaved her ass up and sobbed into the pillow. She had again orgasmed with gasped moans of satisfaction. I had begun to run my fingers up and down the fabric at the crotch of my own riding attire. As I watched she went and gathered a large silk like kerchief of gossamer like fabric and brought it back to her bed. I had expected her to try an wipe the wetness off the bolster, but instead I was treated to yet another amazing scene.
Grasping two corners of the filmy fabric, she twirled it into a thin rope. Laying back down she reached under her butt and grasped one end of the filmy rope with her left hand and reaching down over her tummy, gasped the other end. Now she began saw the silken rope up and down her gaping pussy. First up one side of her clit, then the other. Soon she had coated the material until it too shone in the morning light. Again she began to heave up and down and with a scream of satisfaction she arched her back and actually began to ejaculate small spurts of her cum onto the bedding.
By now I too was nearing my satisfaction but quickly returned to my chamber and removed my riding attire. Calling Gwen to bring me my ivory toy, she immediately rubbed it with fragrant oil and carefully inserted it into my drooling pussy. With help from Lady Sarah, I began to feel the waves of extasy begin to pulsate thru my groins. Sarah sucked one of my erect nipples as she began to squeeze the other with carefully measured pressure. I exploded!
Gasping for breath, my breasts heaved and my clever ladies began to minister to me again. I was insatiable. My mind revisited Polly’s room and I relived her satisfaction. Within seconds I orgasmed again, and yet I was still not sated. I moaned and now thought about Max. I couldn’t resist. As Gwen tried despirately to finish me yet another time I was too exhausted to manage another cum. I panted to Sarah. “Get him! Bring Max to me immediately! Now Sarah fetch him to me!”
Waiting for his arrival, Gwen continued to try and satisfy my need but to no avail. I needed Max and I needed to cum again least I lose my mind. When he arrived he was immediately commanded to undress. Although it’s not permitted to turn ones back on me, I made no issue when he turned away and did as he was told.
I waited anxiously for him to turn and face me. I gasped in frustration and almost screamed to him. “Come to me now Max! Here! Come here so I may be pleasured!” Turning he stood tall and placed his hands on his hips. Gently rotating his body back and forth, his erect shaft seemed to whip back and forth. And gazing at him I suddenly felt my pussy begin to contract. “Help me stand! I need to stand Sarah, help me up.” I was lifted to my feet and my ladies held me under my arms as he approached.
I was aghast. His cock was long and hard, it swayed with each step as he approached and he was circumcised. Not one inch of his shaft was hidden but stood so taunt that it seemed to curve upward. Now standing directly in front of me, he knelt. I don’t know if it was a sign of respect or the fact that he wanted to put his mouth over my twitching womanhood. It was no matter of concern.
When his mouth closed on my cunt, my legs instinctively inched apart and welcomed his warm breath. My two ladies supported me and gently massaged my nipples as they watched him. When his tongue entered, I lurched and Gwen grabbed me more firmly, pinching my nipple with more intensity and sending a hot wave of sensations to me pussy.
“Yessssss, Just like that! Eat me! Max, do it until I command you stop!” So help me god, I have never felt anything like that in my entire life. His tongue danced up and down the soft flaccid folds of my swollen pussy, sometimes darting inside me, and at other times fluttering across my clit. Several minutes into this I screamed and my ladies bit down more firmly on my nipples. The combination of gentle pain, and the diabolical torment of Max’s mouth caused me to scream out and cum in his thirsting mouth.
“Yessssss, Yessssss, oh fuck me, Oh Maxxx, fuck my cunt with your tongue. God I want you to eat me more! Do it more!”
Although I was so delirious that the two girls had to hold me erect, he did as ordered, and I began a series of intensely hard orgasms that made me light headed. When my knees gave way, they gently placed me on my bed. And as I lay there panting Max stood up and I gave my permission for Gwen and Sarah to reward him. They paused, hoping that I had given permission for them to be mounted, but they realized that that was not my wish, so they fell to the floor and began to use their warm mouths upon his engorged cock.
As they ministered to him, he stood by my bed, staring down at me. Gwen and Sara were kneeling before him and both girls eagerly took turns thrusting his shaft into their mouths. At intervals they slid their tiny hands up and down the long shaft before again trying to swallow his alabaster shaft.
I watched intently and wondered at his staying power. “Go on Max, cum for the girls, Feed them with your manhood’s nourishment. Then suddenly his pelvis began to thrust forward. He was going to finish and I wanted to see it happen. I sat up and leaned closer. At that very instant he moaned and gasped out.
“Cumming! Gonna Shoot! Oh god take it!” At that moment neither girl had him in her mouth and the first spurt arched upward and splattered against my cheek. Before he could erupt a second time, Gwen had grasped his shaft and thrust it into her mouth and holding it there, let it fill her mouth to capacity. When he was spent, he pulled out and to our amazement, remained erect.
Gwen now held her lips tightly clamped together, retaining the warm thick fluid and looked pleadingly up at me. I nodded, giving her permission to proceed. I had thought she would let it drool out but to my amazement. She drew Sarah’s face to hers and gave her a passionate kiss. It was something I had never expected but which I found immensely passionate. I suspect each swallowed the thick fluid in equal shares. For when their lips parted it had vanished, save a faint coating of pearlescent fluid upon their tongues.
That was when I decided to have my semi annual reward party. It was something that I had held for the past three years and though it was very daring, I felt it was a necessary reward to show my ladies my appreciation.
During the party, my ladies were released from their obligation to show respect for each others position in our social hierarchy. This party, I decided would be fashioned after an Ottoman umpires harem and the ladies were to wear appropriate attire. I was now extremely anxious to prepare for it and that evening summoned my servants and gave them directions. My ladies were advised of my plan and though some were reluctant to relinquish their ranking among the others, it was mandated.
The room I chose for my little orgy was located in the west tower. It had, at one time been used to discipline household servants who failed in their obligation to be subservient as required, but I had never had occasion to bring any of my help to the room to be lashed.
I had Lady Gwen do those chores when necessary because I never would permit any of my help to be scarred during a whipping. I gave instructions for the costumes to be worn and had each lady provided with a bolt of cloth from which their consorts could fabricate them. The room was prepared with a huge down filled comforter which covered the room from wall to wall, and sconces were placed along the back walls to hold the tapers which would provide light.
The north wall was supported by four triangular buttresses and a cross beam had long ago been bolted between two of them and had been used as a whipping table. The offending party would be brought up to the thick beam and forced to bend over it and clutch a pole located some three feet further back. Then the punishing lashes would be administered. I had never used it and was about to have it removed when a thought occurred. I changed my mind and had it left in place. To complete the preparations I had over two hundred pillows distributed around the room in corners and to either side of the straight back chair which would serve as a throne. That is where I would have Max sit.
I had my wine Stuart chill the wines to be served, and my pharmacist prepare the intoxicant potion which would be distributed to each of my guests. I had deliberately held Princess Polly in isolation, not wanting her to even know about Max. Tomorrow evening they would be introduced in a most enjoyable manner if my plans worked.
Returning to my quarters I was so excited at the prospects of the party and the way I planned to use Max, that I tossed and turned waiting for sleep to come. At three in the morning I could stand it no longer and summoned Sarah. Sleepily she entered my chamber and I ordered her to awaken Max and bring him to my bed chamber.
Twenty minutes he arrived, dressed in his formal attire and very handsome. By now Gwen had awaken and she too was in the room with us. I intended to enjoy Max this morning and knowing that I often get rather noisy during my periods of satisfaction, I dismissed the ladies. I wanted nothing to interfere with my lust and I had no intention of being quiet if that was my want.
The women left reluctantly. I suspect they wanted to either watch, or join in, fully knowing what I had in mind. “Max, my sweet man. Earlier you performed perfectly for me and for that I am thankful, however my full enjoyment is yet to come. I have dismissed my ladies so we may enjoy each other without being observed and though I don’t have their assistance in bringing you to your greatest arousal, I will accomplish that task myself, with great delight I might add. Now remove your garments then come here and dispense with mine.”
Like a fawning stallion he lowered his head and in the flickering shadows of the candle light he stripped. Turning away, he held his back to me, and though it was discourteous, I enjoyed the torment of not seeing his shaft before being exposed to my searching eyes. Now he turned.
Again I took a deep breath. He apparently found me exciting and although his thick shaft swayed back and forth as he approached me, it was not yet fully mature. Carefully he removed my sleeping garments and exposed my supple breasts and shaven womanhood. I actually wished he would again place his mouth to my slippery opening, but I had watched both Gwen and Sarah enjoy the taste of his cock and I wanted to prove to myself that I too could bring him to his fullest arousal. Save for the king, I had never before fallen to my knees in the presence of anyone. This was the second time in my life that it happened. As he stood near the bed, I fell to my knees and placed my hand around his swaying shaft.
His cock was precisely at the level of my face and not wanting to tug him closer, I inched towards him. My other hand joined my first, and I thought, “my god he’s fully three hands long and my fingers don’t meet. He’s so thick and large, will I be able to enjoy his penetration? Will I be hurt?”
At that moment, I didn’t really care. I was so anxious for him to take me that I began to feel my own fluids ooze out of my pussy and coat the inner surfaces of my thighs. Then I placed my lips over the head of his cock. My jaws began to immediately ache as my head bobbed back and forth as I attempted to take him as deeply into my throat as possible without gagging. I must have been doing well for within three or four minutes I had to release him, and when I drew my lips away the rigid staff sprang upward. I was beyond myself with the awe of its magnificence and the anticipation of feeling him penetrate my body.
I was so lightheaded that I struggled to stand, and he had to help me up and lay back on my bedding. At that point he stared down at me and asked one simple question. “Now?”
I nodded and managed a gasp. “Yes, Oh Yesssss!”
“How? How would you like me to begin, your highness? Shall I be slow and gentle or shall I take you as a mare is taken by a stallion? Shall I penetrate you whilst you lay upon your back or shall you kneel before me as I grasp your hips and thrust my member deeply into your womb?”
“Yes, all that Max. Make me cum around your cock, Make me beg you for more, do everything that you have ever done with a maiden and everything you have ever wanted to do, but perhaps hesitated to do. Just use me in every way possible and know that no one will ever have first hand knowledge of what happens here in the early hours of this morning..”
Crawling onto the bed, he knelt between my splayed thighs. I lifted them instinctively and rested my knees upon his shoulders. I stared into his blue eyes as he brushed his locks back from his forehead and his right hand reached down and clutched his cock. Gently I felt the slippery head of his shaft nuzzle between the swollen lips of my vagina.
He began to stroke its head up and down my cleft, form the lowest point to the apex at the top, teasing my clit until it slowly grew and protruded. Relishing the stroking torment of his cocks head, I moaned aloud. Again and again he caressed it until I was on the verge of cumming and yet knowing that he had not entered me . “Ooh Max, Sweet darling, Give it to me! Its been too long since I have enjoyed a man, and never one such as you. Now Fuck me. Do it now and do it deep and hard. Just take me and let me feel it fill me!”
Now grinning down at me he knew I was his slave. At least for the moment and then I felt the head of that thick shaft begin to stretch my cunt open. Slowly he moved it in, mere inches, then he drew it almost out before again swaying his hips forward, moving it deeper. Again out and again back in, and each thrust penetrated me deeper. Finally I felt the head of his cock press against my cervix and I gasped. But strangely, as he continued to tap against the deepest recess of my body, I adjusted and my womb seemed to draw back within my body and welcome his shaft to its fullest.
I was squirming and my hips rocked from side to side as he began to quicken his in, and out motion. The thickness of his cock stroked the inner lining of my cunt and when I contracted, it seemed as if he was drawing me inside out. My pussy was trying to adhere to his cock and now my clit was being manipulated in such a manner that the top of his shaft was stroking it with each thrust. Then it happened.
As I felt the first wave flow over me, I arched my back and heaved upwards. My legs slid from his shoulders and I held them high in the air. The exquisite sensation of my orgasm took my breath away and I screamed out to him.
MAX! OH MY GOSH, OH MY GOD MAX I’M CUMMING FOR YOU! Dear baby fuck me faster, Oh please faster now. Give it to me deeper, Yeah that’s it, deeper! Ohmygod, ohm god, fuck me harder! Mmmmmmaaaaaxxxxxx hurt me, do something please. Hurt me!”
Ecstasy is always more intense when coupled with the distraction of pain and I was panting and begging for it. To comply with my begging demands he grasped my swaying breasts, caught my nipples between his thumb and forefinger and squeezed them tugging them upward. Coupled with the sensation of his pubic bone crashing against my clit, I tossed my head from side to side, my mouth opened and even though I gasped for air I felt my mouth fill with saliva and I began to drool.
I collapsed. My arched body dropped back to the bed and I lay panting and moaning his name. But he would give me no mercy and almost immediately drew his engorged cock out of my contracting pussy and straddling me, thrust it into my open mouth. I instinctively reached up and clutched his balls with one hand and suckled his huge cock, tasting both his wetness and mine. I still had not made him cum and that pleased me for my enjoyment was not to end so quickly.
Having cleaned his shaft of the slippery fluid we had created, I lapped at the creamy ring of my own cum which had formed a white collar at the base of his cock. Before I had fully recovered he ordered me to lay on my stomach. Then he grasped my hips and pulled me to edge of my bed and lifting my pelvis up I was positioned so my knees were barely on the edge of the bed with my butt hanging off. Now Max stood on the floor behind me and began to stroke my pussy with his cock again. But now the stroking included the tight little opening to my ass and I took a deep breath expecting him to penetrate my back side. It didn’t happen. Instead he again drove his shaft deeply into my pussy and I felt his large, cum laden balls slap loudly against my swollen pussy. I was beyond myself.
His hands held my hips as he pulled me back onto him. Then I began to sway with each thrust and he released my hips and slid his hands around my waist and his long fingers sought my clit and began to stroke it with each stroke. I was again panting and drooling onto my bedding. Again the waves began to wash thru me as if some storm were raging on a distant shore and with each passing minute, I orgasmed.
It was truly as if some storm raged within my body and with each rush of waves breaking upon the shore, a new wave of sensations took me to more and more intense orgasms. It was a crescendo of thrilling fervor that seemed to be intensifying by the moment and I lost count as my mind took control of my body.
I was a whore, an insatiable wanton slut that could never survive without this mans cock. And he seemed insatiable in his driving need to have me.
Wanting to collapse and just be left alone it suddenly dawned upon me that he would never stop until he had cum and I simply didn’t know how to drive him to that point. That was when I began gasping to him over my shoulder. Looking back at him I took control and began to press him with demands.
“Fuck me Max! Faster now! Give it to me my stud. Fuck my pussy and spurt your thick milky cum deep in my cunt! Fill me! Cummmm onnnnnn baby shoot it to me, now. Gimmeeeee your cum now! I want it baby! Spurt in me! Shoot dammit Max let me have it now and fill me full of your cum. I want to feel it!”
Suddenly I had him. I had found his weakness and I exploited it. He gave a low moan and sobbed: “Victoria I’m cumming. Take it baby. Take it deep! Mix with me deep in your cunt my queen. Here it comes! Unhhhhhhhhhh Unhhhhhhhhh Unhhhhhhhh. Oh God, my lady, take all of me now!”
I now understood. He was so conditioned that he had to be given permission to let himself go, that he would last forever unless given a command to release his seed.
I invited him to lay by my side until the sun peeked into my room. Upon awakening, I found myself with my cheek laying on his chest and my lips tightly clenching the tiny nipple that graced his muscular chest. Quickly I bade him return to his quarters before it be known that we had spent the night together.
Now my satisfaction was almost complete. At the party tonight he would be recovered, and I would have him service each of my ladies and I will introduce Polly to the delights of my dear Max. An orgy was about to begin and I summoned my ladies to prepare me for a delightful day of preparations. And to my great glee and delight, my stud should have no problem staying the course. I would only permit him to release when I gave permission. He was a woman’s dream and he was mine to command.
At eleven that evening I took Max’s hand and led him to the room. The servants had prepared everything before hand and a fire was burning on the hearth. I instructed Max to disrobe and take his seat on the throne. Then the ladies began to enter, one at a time and each was presented to Max. They bowed low and gasped at my studs physique even though his most prominent feature was still not excited. I can’t say the same about the ladies.
As they entered, each was presented with a thin vial of smoky green liquor. It had been prepared in the pharmacy and contained the most stimulating potion obtainable from the far east. Each was advised to sip it slowly and be seated around, at their leisure. As they move around the warm room, their bare breasts and diaphanous skirts of translucent fabric, cast macabre shadows which seemed to dance across the walls and ceiling of the chamber.
I had placed another chair in a corner just opposite the entrance and sat there watching the wispy fabric of my ladies, swirl back and forth as they sought clusters of cushions upon which to rest. As the room filled up the bacchanalian atmosphere became more intense. Incense burned somewhere, and the ladies were beginning to show signs that the narcotic potion was taking effect. Already several ladies had shed their gossamer skirts and were making amorous contact with one another. Some were involved in deep kissing of selected partners while others were hotly pressed together, thighs wrapped around their partners legs, as they slowly undulated, pressing their swollen pussies to their partners groins. More of the potion was offered along with a selection of exotic fruit and most flavorful wines.
Already three of the young women had advanced to the base of Max’s chair and cushioned themselves in such a manner that they could stroke his shaft and coo as they watched it slowly rise and become turbid with anxiety and firm to the touch. Max had been directed to service any and all ladies who requested such services, but only after Princess Polly had arrived and been taken.
So thus far they were not permitted to do more than be preoccupied with their manipulation of his cock and offer an occasional kiss for the purpose of enhancing his erection.
Although I was familiar with Max and his body, I still watched him with awe. He muscular body was now damp with a patina of perspiration. The room was warm, and the wine was producing a euphoric atmosphere within the entire chamber. Wandering thru the room a blind Nubian man played his pan pipes and the lilting melody only increased erotic need of all present to be sexually sated. Then Polly appeared in the arched doorway and entered with her two hand maids.
She didn’t seem to notice Max but rather advanced quickly to me. She gave no bow, for this evening it was not required, but sat at my feet. Quickly she was provided with a vial of the smoky liquid which she sipped a bit too quickly. Another was offered and she consumed this more slowly. I knew the potion well, and its effects were almost immediate. A heightened sense euphoria. The feeling of intoxication and the tactile senses intensified tenfold with a tingling of the lips, nipples and vagina.
I hoped to delay my enjoyment longer, but a number of the ladies were well beyond restraint. Three couples were servicing each other with faux phalluses. Some with either end of the long thick device inserted into their pussies while a third grasped the center and thrust the flexible sheath in and out. As one end entered one’s body as the other end drew out, then the server would reverse the direction and each drooling opening was thus served.. Others were in the proverbial sixty nine position pleasuring each other simultaneously. In one darkened corner three women held a fourth captive on the floor as two others tormented her by sucking her breasts as their cohort devoured her womanhood.
Least the debauch get out of control I summoned Gwen and Sara to my side and had them help Polly to the whipping bar. Now she faced the wall with the thick bar pressed against her abdomen. The filmy white skirt was wisped off and Gwen began to prepare Polly.
A nipple clamp of silver which was fashioned to represent tongs was attached to her left nipple. Its mate was then fastened to her right nipple. Between the two a rather heavy chain of silver was attached and it immediately dropped down, pulled taunt, drawing her breasts down. Now a soft doeskin flap was laid over the whipping board and Polly was pulled up and bent over so she was forced to be supported on her tummy as her feet dangled inches above the floor. Her own hand maidens were brought to stand in front of her and clasping her wrists she was forced to clutch the pole located for that purpose.
A small platform was brought and placed under her dangling feet, serving to give some support and yet she stood on the tip of her toes. Her breasts were not supported so the heavy chain of the clamps slowly pulled down on her nipples and gently swayed back and forth. Poor Polly probably thought she was about to be flogged, but that was not my intent. Nodding to Max, he moved to take a position directly behind Polly’s behind. I don’t know if Polly could feel it yet, but the doeskin flap which now hugged her pussy had a rigid seam in its center and it’s lacing, of course thongs, was pressed snugly against her clit.
I wondered if she had paid much attention to Max as she sat by my feet or if she had noticed his rigid engorged shaft which the two ladies had teased to magnificent size. In any event she would now enjoy the attention of my Max.
Standing directly behind her, Gwen approached him and coated his shaft with oil sufficient to lubricate that alabaster pole and having made that preparation, Sarah directed his cock to the vestibule of her womanhood. Though she was tight, with delicate manipulation the outer lips were parted and Sarah placed her hand on Max’s buttocks and urged him forward.
He held his hands to his sides and slowly entered, seeming to relish the hot tightness of her pussy. As he was wont to do the previous evening with me, he entered slowly and methodically. Thrusting an inch at a time than withdrawing only to again move in, he proceeded until Polly gasped.
“Too much! Slowly please. Please give me time to accommodate you, my sire.” And showing compassion Max held still while still exerting pressure against the innermost recesses of her vagina. With continuous short jabs he was finally able to mount her to a depth where his heavy balls began to tap against the backs of her thighs.
Knowing Max’s lasting power I had decided not to use the “Arab strap” to keep his cock engorged but rather depended on his inability to cum unless so directed. Now he began to stroke in and out, pausing to shift occasionally so his shaft seemed to move to whisk around the very chamber into which it was now being thrust. Polly moaned, and gasped. Her hands had been released by her maidens for she now held firmly to the pole for support. As he plunged his cock deep into her body his thighs slapped against her ass and forced her to rock forward and recoil as he drew back. Her clit was suffering the tormenting friction of the lacing and with the enhancement of the potion, she quickly began to orgasm. As ladies are frequently wont to do, her first climax was not terribly intense, but as he continued to thrust in and out, and her contracting pussy clutched hotly around his cock, her fervor grew.
By now we had all ceased our own enjoyment and approached to watch the young Princess being serviced by Max. Now she was beyond herself and her knuckles whitened as her grasp on the pole tightened. She was entering that erotic state of excitement that has no bounds. That point where the world ceases to exist and as the shadows on the walls flickered and the blind man continued to play the pan pipes, Polly began to scream aloud.
What had started as subtle gasps and seemingly muted groans, now elevated to cries for more pleasure. The nipple clamps swayed more violently back and forth as Max drove faster and harder into her gushing pussy and we all watched in awe.
Now something occurred which baffled me. Although she had never met Max. I had never to my recollection mentioned his name nor had she seen him until she entered this room. but now she twisted and turned on her bench and looking over her shoulder as Max plunged his shaft in and out and she cried out his name.
“More Max! fuck me more Max! Faster! I’m cumming again! Deeper! Yes Max fuck me harder darling. Oh my merciful god it feels so good. Yesssss give it to me deep Max. Oh yes, Yes, YESSS, YESSSSSS! Gimmmmeeeee it Darling shoot your seed deep in my cunt, my stud. Fuck me and cum in meeeeeee!”
Max bucked and thrust deep inside her. Then holding his shaft hard in her he suddenly began to shudder and with staccato jabs began to ejaculate forceful jets of his thick cum deep within her convulsing pussy. She had demanded he cum, and he obeyed. I immediately had Gwen pull him out of her and quickly fasten the Arab strap to his cock and around his balls. He had seven or eight others to give pleasure to and I had no intention of letting my party end so early
An Arab strap is a device used to keep Arabian horses erect so the mating may continue without the stallion losing his erection. It was adapted for use on men to extend their endurance and the simple device Gwen had affixed to max consisted of a snug cock ring and a one inch wide leather belt which prevented his pendulous balls from being drawn close to his body when he ejaculated. Thus fettered he would be able to fuck each of my guests without losing his ability, and only his stamina was at issue.
He took each in the manner of their choice. Some standing with their backs supported against the angular Buttresses, others who leaned across the platform which Polly had recently been fucked, and still others selected more delectable ways to be satisfied. Towards the end of the evening three of the ladies opted to sit atop the whipping bar, side by side with legs spread wide. They leaned back and with arms outstretched and held rigid, grasped the bar.
And as requested, Max trust his shaft rapidly into each for perhaps a minute before pulling out and moving on to the next and then the third. Quickly returning to the first he repeated the series until each began to climax. As soon as one would cry out and orgasm, she was quickly replaced by another. With deft and vigoros thrusting, each enjoyed the delirious ecstasy. Recovering some would again join the line and another would climb the board and take her place.
At three in the morning all had succumbed to exhaustion and we retired. The next morning I had Polly brought before me. I wanted an explanation as to why, in the delirium of her session with Max she had cried out to him and calling him by name, demanded he cum in her.
“Its quite simple she quietly replied. Max is my brother. We were separated at a very early age, for I was overly fond of him and was aggressively trying to entice him to take me. Yes he’s my brother and now having found him I’ll never lose him again.
Two weeks later, I gave Max his pardon, and I watched as the carriage with Polly and Max move down the dusty roadway I knew that in some secret place they would live out their lives satisfying their need for each other, where the restraints of Victorian society and mores had no meaning
I must give my little friend Polly my greatest thanks for contacting me and asking for this little story. She give me help by telling me of her fantasies and reviewing each portion as it was finished.