"Get up," gasped Raquel, reaching with her power to force his body to move. "You were good, so good... you can cum, baby, cum inside me..."
Joachim managed to struggle up long enough to pitch forward onto Raquel, and, like a guided missile, plowed his overly teased cock into her slick, sensitive pussy. He penetrated, and both of them let out a scream. Joachim orgasmed instantly, holding Raquel to him for dear life. His orgasm was so intense, it overwhelmed her psychic senses, and she found herself climaxing with him, despite being thoroughly satisfied. He pumped into her with spasmic thrusts, and even when his first orgasm finished, he didn't stop, continuing to thrust into her until he climaxed a second time, then a third.
Finally, he fell to a boneless heap on the floor, taking Raquel with him. They two lay half conscious on the floor for a while, side by side. It was a while before they were able to rouse themselves, but when they did, they lay there, kissing and cuddling for a long time.
"Well... I think that's one game I'm gunna need some practice getting better at," said Joachim. He kissed her deeply once again. "But thank you for letting me cheat."
"MMmm..." said Raquel snuggling against his chest. "Only because you're just so fucking good with your mouth. But next time, I won't be so merciful."
"Deal," said Joachim. They both shared an exhausted, but thoroughly satisfied laugh.
The End.
Queen Anne's New Swordsman
The queen was infamous for her voracious appetites and now that she was older, her taste for the young men and women of kingdom was becoming insatiable. Her guards were sent daily into the royal forest to search for poachers. Her trusted Sergeant of the Guards new of what the queen wanted and as they captured poachers, they put to death all those who could not meet the muster of the queen. She only wanted young men between eighteen and twenty-five. They were required to be of good health and of stature pleasing to the eye. All that were captured were brought before him and after a quick look were pointed to either the executioner or the slave wagon.
Young Rowan understood it was wrong to be in the Royal Forest but he wanted some fresh meat for his mother's table on this her birthday. Now he had been caught and he was sure he would never see his family again. Although he knew not where this cart was taking him and the others he knew it had to be better than having his head cut off deep in the queen's forest. When they entered the town gates and headed to the palace's back entrance Rowan figured his new life would be that of a kitchen slave.
They were shown to quarters much nicer than their own and then bathed and put into clean clothes. Rowan could not remember the last bath he'd had or clean clothes. He found the guard who scared him the least and asked him about his fate. The guard chuckled as he told him,
"You're to be taken before the queen and if she takes a fancy to you she will take you to her chamber and boff you until you no longer can stand."
"But sir, she is an old lady, how could I ever be with her, my sword will remain too soft to sheath in her scaber."
"Alas lad that be your problem for all who fail to perform lose their heads."
As they were marched into the great hall, Rowan tried to think only of the beautiful Cristiana, the most wondrous girl he knew. Nightly he would think of her until his trusty estoc spilled not blood but that other fluid of life. He could feel his weapon already beginning to harden. If he could only keep his thoughts on Cristiana, he may be able to satisfy his queen.
Queen Anne loved this time of the day and she made sure she looked enticing to her new conquests. Her undergarments laced tight to form her figure into an hourglass shape, caused her great discomfort but she felt they were worth the pain. She wore no girdle so as to leave her woman-hood free and unencumbered. The low-cut gown she wore pushed her enormous breasts up and her nipples exposed rubbed against the heavy tapestry causing them to become engorged. She squeezed both hard before putting red rouge on the tips to show them off. She looked into her glass not seeing the matronly women she was but only an image of maybe a courtesan of the royal court.
The queen sat upon her throne awaiting her new blood as always she sat with her feet up and her legs spread slightly to give a show of her shapely calves. She felt flush and a dampness forming between her thighs as they marched in the prisoners. As they were paraded in front of her one by one she spied Rowan right away as the look on his face was not of fear but of lust. As he was presented to her she bid him to come forward, she noticed his britches pulled tight across his manhood. As he now stood just inches from her, she saw he was indeed a handsome lad and she picked her skirts as she told the boy to bow to his queen.
On his knees between her thighs, he saw not the young pussy that his dream Cristiana might have but the wrinkled and sagging cunt of an elder woman. Suddenly it became dark to Rowan and he realized the queen had thrown her skirts back over him. At the same time the guard behind pushed him forward until his lips were touching hers. He noticed as he gently kissed his queens inter folds that in the dark he could not tell if it were she or Cristiana. This made it all much easier for him and he simply began doing to the queen what he had wanted to do to Cristiana for oh so long. He searched her cleft until he located that nub so precious to all women young or old. He teased it with his tongue until it engorged and grew rigid. He then put it between his lips and gently bit on the very tip. He felt someone or maybe something grab his head to hold it in place and he took this as a signal of the queen's satisfaction. He sucked on this nub as a baby on a teat until he suddenly was pushed away from his treasure.
Then Rowan was back in the light as the queen lifted her skirts and he was pulled to his feet by the guard.
"Come with me boy," were the queen's only words as she grabbed his hand and they left the great hall. Had Rowan done something wrong, was he now being marched to his own execution? No, he thought that couldn't be right for it would be the royal guards not the queen taking him to his death. The queen must have been pleased with him and they were now retiring to her quarters for a second round. When entering her boudoir Her Highness instructed her maids to undress her and then shooed them out of the room, then climbing on her massive bed she simply said, "Do me."
This would be different as there was no darkness to hide all these wrinkles and sags. Rowan remembered how easy it was to administer to her needs in the dark and decided not to see her with his eyes but with his imagination. He knew he was pleasing to see so as a tease he slowly undresses himself for his queen. As he got down to his undergarments, he watched her eyes grow big with anticipation as she waited to see his manhood. Once naked he wielded his sword preparing to do battle and when he looked to her, he spied a drop of spittle spill from the corner of her painted lips.
Rowan then mounted his queen and quickly plunged his sword to the hilt as she gasped in air from his daring assault. He then rogered her as no one ever before and soon she was begging surrender as she screamed out in orgasm. Only then did Rowan spill his seed deep in her womb. After, Queen Anne, ruler of the realm, purred as a kitten might after a bowl of warm milk.
"My young swordsman I am sparing your life but not your freedom for I shall never allow you to leave my bed chambers."
And thus, began Rowan's new life as the queen's male courtesan. As the queen had insatiable appetites, his work although pleasurable was exhausting. Between his battles, he had run of the palace and the grounds around it, which he used to his pleasure. As he had the queen's ear, he was able to install many benefits to the peasants of his glen. One evening Rowan sat in the great hall to full to move from his repast that included venison, goose, lamb and a roasted pig. He pondered on his new life and thought that the only way it could be better was if his darling Cristiana could some way be included. At that precise time the queen turned to him and said,
"Rowan, I find myself in need of a new chamber maid. Do you by chance know of some handsome young lass I might use?"
The End.
Mystery Girl
He had been looking at her
for the past twenty minutes. She was in a conversation that seemed to be boring her.
"Why don't you just go talk to her?" asked his best friend Mike.
"Because I don't know her, and she already has someone entertaining her." Ken replied with some attitude.
"Well it doesn't seem like she wants his company." He replied looking her way." Or you could go over and offer to buy her a drink."
Ken knew Mike was just trying to help but it was becoming irritating. He had been with Tonya for three years, and not sure if the break up would be permanent.
"Look, find out her name and I'll go talk to her." Ken replied, looking away from the mystery girl.
Mike looked at him skeptically, then decided he meant it. "I'm serious Ken. If I find out her name and you don't go talk to her, I'm going to knock some teeth out." Mike looked out at the crowd, "come on!"
Mike had pulled him through the crowd to some girl named Ana, "Ay yo, Ana!" Mike yelled over the music.
Ana was an average sized girl with straight hair, almond shaped eyes, full lips, a body men craved and most women envied. Tonight she wore a red halter top, a mini skirt and strap heels.
"Yo Ana, who is that girl over there by the bar?" he said pointing to the mystery girl.
"Oh, that's my girl Kay," she replied with a Spanish accent. "She don't talk to a lot of guys, she picky." She looked over at Kay and waved when she looked. "so if you trying to get with her, you have to have the right equipment," she said looking back at them.
"Oh, she's not for me, Ken been looking all night. I just thought I'd help him out. I am looking at something I like though." He replied winking at her.
"Well, I think I can help you and Ken out with your problems," she replied winking back. Grabbing both by the hand, she led them over to the bar.
"Kay!" Ana yelled. Kay looked towards them with thankful eyes. "Hey Kay, these are my friends," she pulled Mike and me in front of her. "This is Mike," she tapped his arm "and Ken." She said tapping Ken's arm.
"Hey," Mike and Ken both said at the same time.
"You looked bored with that guy, so I thought I'd bring Ken over to keep you company." She pushed me forward.
With a confused look on her face she said, "Um... ok, hi Ken."
"Well ok then, Mike and I are going to go dance and you can talk with Ken; how does that sound, great!" she winked at me and pulled Mike away to the dance floor.
He looked down to see that Kay was staring up at him. "Um..do..do you want to go sit down?" He asked timidly.
She nodded yes, so Ken led her to the table he had sat at with Mike. After a few silent minutes he looked back at Kay. She seemed to be in deep thought. "Are you alright?" he asked.
"Um, yeah. It's just that Ana going to end up leaving with Mike and she drove me here. Even though I told her I didn't want to come." She looked at Ken.
"I can drive you home," he suggested.
"I don't even want to be there. They are going to end up going home and doing the...well you know." She replied with distaste.
"You can stay at mine and Mike's place until the morning," he offered.
She looked at him and he could tell she was going to say something smart.
"WHAT KIND OF--" she began only for me to cut her off.
"Look, I didn't mean it that way. I just was saying you could stay there for the night or I could leave you here." He replied defending himself. They both looked up at the surroundings when a guy walked by and winked at her
Looking back at Ken with shock and disgust she said, "Ok then, I think I'm going with you."
On the way back to Ken's house they talked about random things; music, how they met thier best friends, parents and more. When they reached the house, they went inside.
"Um, you have three options to sleep," he said looking at her. She was looking around the room and then her eyes landed on him again.
"What are they?" she asked.
He sat down on the couch then replied "My room, Mike's room or the couch."
She sat down beside him "Wherever you think is more comfortable." She replied.
He looked at her then replied "Well, my room would be more ideal; for the simple fact that I don't know how Mike's room looks and the couch may hurt your back."
"Where will you sleep?" she asked
"I can withstand either one."
"Ok then," she said looking around. "one question."
"Yeah?"
"Where is the bathroom?"
Looking at her and the back to the TV, "Come on ill show you." Turning off the TV, he went to the stairs with her following. They went up stairs and stopped at the first door on the right. "Here we are."
"Thanks." Kay walked into the bathroom, locked the door and walked over to the sink. She splashed cold water on her face, and then used a tissue to take off her mascara. After drying her face and hands, she took one last look in the mirror and left the bathroom.
Walking out of the bathroom, she ran into Ken. "Oh my god!" she gasped "I'm sorry I didn't realize you were standing there." When she spoke, there was a hint of a Spanish accent her didn't hear before.
"It's ok, now I know next time not to stand so close." He laughed.
"Why were you standing there in the first place?" she asked with a hint of anger.
"I was waiting so I could show you where you were going to sleep."
Searching his face, she saw that he was just trying to be nice. "Well then, lead on."
Ken looked at her, then chuckled. Thinking to himself, 'Boy did I pick up a feisty one.' Leading Kay to the room he was saying to himself, 'Wow, don't I have to thank Ana and Mike for this one.'
Reaching the room, Ken said, "here we are." Looking around the room, Ken thought his room was fine. It had a king sized bed, 2 dressers, a nightstand, a chair and a 24 inch flat screen TV.
Looking around the room then at him she said, "looks perfect."
"I'll be back in a few minutes," he stated walking out the door.
Kay put her purse down on the long dresser, then moved to looked around the room. Ken returned a few minutes later with new bed sheets, a blanket and pillow cases. He put the stuff down, then started to strip the bed.
"Do you want help?" she asked
Looking over his shoulder, he said, "No it's ok, just sit down."
She watched him move about, the whole time wondering why he was being so nice. Ken finished the bed then looked at her; she seemed to be in deep thought as before.
"Well the bed is made," he said examining her face.
Shaking her head she looked at him and then the bed, "Oh okay, thanks again."
Ken searched her face for any reason on why she had zoned out.
"Do you always do that?" he finally asked.
Looking at him with surprise, "What do you mean?"
"Do you zone out all the time? Because, It seems like you do it a lot." Still searching her face for an answer he moved over to the long dresser. Opening the first drawer he had grabbed a pair of boxers. Closing that drawer he open another, and pulled out sleeping pants and a shirt.
He looked Kay up and down then asked, "Do you want a shirt or something?"
"Um...sure"
Ken handed her the shirt and she smiled at him. Looking at her he realized she had a nice smile and a dimple on her left cheek. Ken stared at her, becoming captivated by her beauty. She had dark brown tight curled hair, perfect lips, not quite almond shaped eyes, a light caramel complexion, and to top it off, a perfectly shaped body.
Realizing he was staring, he turned to look at the clock on the nightstand, it read 12:30.
"Well I guess you probably want to go to sleep. I'm going to take a shower and watch some TV downstairs, so if you need me, I'll be in either place," he said, walking out the room and closing the door behind him.
Walking down the hallway he thought, 'Wow a beautiful girl in my bedroom. How did I even manage that? Oh yeah Mike and Ana wanted to be nosy.'
Once he reached the bathroom, he strippe
d out of his clothes and turned on mostly cold water. Even though it was more than he could handle, he just wanted the thoughts out of his head. Twenty minutes later, he got out, dried himself off, dressed and went downstairs.
About an hour and a half had passed, finding nothing to watch, he settled for an old comedy. From the stairs he heard someone call him.
"Ken?"
Looking at her with awe, he replied, "Yes, Kay."
"I couldn't sleep, so I thought that you could keep me company," she replied looking like a little kid.
"Um... sure, what did you have in mind?"
"I just thought we could talk some more and hopefully I would end up sleeping."
Looking at her wearing his shirt, waiting for him; seeing her like that brought back a feeling he only had with Tonya. Looking her over one more time he asked, "Do you want to stay down here or go upstairs?"
"Upstairs would be better I guess."
Ken turned off the TV and light, and followed her up the stairs. Ken had fallen back on purpose, just so he could see the way she moved. Once they reached the room, Kay crawled under the blanket, while Ken laid on top. Ken laid on his back and crossed his arm over his eyes. Feeling someone looking at him, he looked over at Kay. She was propped up on her right arm looking at him.
"Hey, you have hazel eyes! I hadn't noticed," She exclaimed
"Changes depending on my mood," he replied covering his eyes again.
"Oh," she said looking at his face. "What are you feeling right now?"
Uncovering his eyes and looking at her he replied, "A lot more than I realized."
Feeling that the conversation was getting personal, Kay changed the subject. Once again they talked about random things until Kay fell asleep.
Looking down at Kay, he thought, 'This is a great girl and I hope this isn't a one night thing.' As if sensing he was thinking about her she moved closer to him; which made some of her hair fall in her face. Gently, he pushed it out her face, but her reaction surprised him.
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