"Honey" I asked, "did you like how we fucked last night?"
"You better believe it!" he exclaimed. His enthusiasm matched mine. "You are awesome," he said. "Insatiable." He paused and stared out to sea. "Like a skilled courtesan!"
I thought back to the night before. I had fucked with a newfound passion. My cravings matched his. His orgasms were equally pleasurable to mine. We had exhausted ourselves and slept in the sticky mess of our come. A burn smoldered between my legs as I recalled the night's passion.
"I've been reading porn," I told him, "and using the beads." I watched a couple stroll along the water's edge. They could not hear us. "I have these wild fantasies, and I have to play." I wanted him to know this. I wondered if he did the same. I paused, wondering if I should go on.
"So, what do you fantasize about?" he asked as the couple moved away.
"Well, you know the king and courtesan thing," I murmured.
"Yeah!" he exclaimed. "Love that!"
"The stories I'm reading are really turning me on. Some are so real, I imagine I'm in them."
"Yeah?' he asked with deep curiosity.
"Yeah. Some suck. None are exactly “Lady Chatterley’s Lover” or anything."
"What the hell is “Lady Chatterley’s Lover?" he asked.
"Jeez, they didn't teach you much in business school, did they?" I teased. "It's erotic literature that was banned in its time."
"Ah, my liberal arts queen, tell me about Lady Chatterley," he said with royal command. He grabbed another beer and prepared for my lecture.
"Nah. You need to read it. But the stuff I'm reading is really pornographic. I can't put the book down."
He sipped his beer. I took a taste and handed it back. I decided to tell him.
"I dreamed of getting fucked by a young workman." I didn't feel the need to tell him I dreamed this of one of the landscapers. "I dreamed of masturbating in front of a guy at a resort. He watches me through a window, while he flirts with a girl." I stayed huddled on the towel as I disclosed this. My pussy was burning wet.
"Wow!" he said as he looked at me intently. "You are a sexy girl!"
I looked at him. He looked pleasantly surprised. "You okay with that?" I asked.
"Yeah," he said directly. "I jerk off to porn... thinking Angelina is doing me."
I laughed. "Angelina?" I inquired, my voice trailing off. I was relieved to see his reaction. It felt good to know and accept this of each other.
"Yeah, yeah...never mind Angelina," he said. "You're fucking blowing my mind these weekends."
I took his beer for another sip. He was sitting on the towel facing me, one leg tossed to the side. I uncurled my hold on my legs and turned towards him. I leaned close and kissed him. My hand fell to his crotch and squeezed his now hard cock. "I'll blow this, that's for sure," I promised with a voice I imagined Angelina would use.
He shifted, and I slipped my hand into his shorts. His cock felt hard and damp. I tugged the soft skin along his hard shaft. We looked around the beach. People were scattered about. I squeezed him. Simultaneously I squeezed my cunt like I had so often with the beads. "There are too many people," I observed with dismay. "I can jerk you off, or we can go back to the house." I felt his cock twitch. A little cream foamed at the tip.
The king pondered his options as he scanned the beach. I was sorely tempted to taste his cream and ignore the gazes of onlookers. "Let's go back," he said with hesitation. We gathered our stuff and headed back to the house. I secretly wished that we had stayed.
We crossed the road to the house and passed through the gate to the deck.
"I should shower again," I said, feeling sand in my suit.
"Me too." He looked a bit sunburned and sandy. I gestured to the shower stall.
"I'll get towels for us."
He looked at me a bit sheepishly and went to the shower stall. I heard the water running.
"Can I get you a drink?" I asked.
"Sure," he called from the splashing water.
"Beer or Margarita?"
"What are you having?"
"A Margarita."
"Same for me." I hoped he would say that. I went to the kitchen and poured a good bit of Patron for two glasses and tossed in a little Grand Mariner. I then added Margarita mix and ice. I tossed them in a shaker and poured them in salt rimmed glasses.
I stripped off his dress shirt and my bikini. I rinsed off in the shower near my bedroom and got the blue mini-skirt and white tank from the bedroom. I quickly put them on and returned to the kitchen for the drinks.
I splashed some ice water on my face and let some fall to my chest. I was mindful to splash only a little to appear like a messy effort making the drinks. The effect was perfect, maybe too perfect. My nipples were hard already, but the cold water made them hard to the point of hurting. The thin white fabric of my tank top hugged my wet and tanned tits. I waited in the kitchen until he exited the outdoor shower and came to the deck. I pushed open the French doors from the kitchen and walked to him carrying the two glasses. Maybe I had an extra bounce in my steps. My tits jiggled with each step and as I neared him and held out his glass.
"My lord," I intoned as I offered him a glass.
"Those look great." he said.
I know he meant the Margaritas, but I silently knew he was also talking of my tits. My nipples were not retreating.
"I hope you like it," I said. "I've acquired a taste for tequila."
We sipped the drinks. They were strong but tasty. When we had finished most of them, I asked if he wanted me there or in a bedroom. He looked at the lounge chairs on the deck and decided, "Let's go to bed."
I was a bit lightheaded as we walked to the bedroom. Would I fuck him first? Suck him? Wild thoughts ran through my head. I wondered if he thought the same. Does he dream of other women calling him into their bedrooms? Should we pretend I'm a princess from a conquered kingdom?
We got to the bedroom. The bed was unmade. The sheets were rumpled from the night's festivities. I moved the bed sheet and pillows back into position. He stood watching me, nude, hard, his drink in hand. I know my skirt rose to uncover the bottom of my ass. He must have seen the bottom of my tight cheeks, maybe my swollen labia. I gestured to the corner of the bed and my king sat. I knelt on the floor, my head spinning lightly from the tequila. I took a bottle of oil from the nightstand, moved a few feet on my hands and knees and pulled myself to a position of deference. "My king, I implore you to be gentle with your conquered people. I serve so they may live free."
He lifted to sit closer to the edge. I scooted on my knees and flicked my hair behind my shoulders. My nipples peeked through the thin wet fabric of my skimpy top. By now I was feeling the full effects of the drink, and my pussy was dripping wet. At some point I slipped into my fantasy of a conquered maiden. The line between real and fantasy was there somewhere, but I had slipped past it. I knew I would fuck him like a girl eager to please her master.
I touched my pussy. The heat and moisture were rising fast. I squirted some cherry oil on my belly. I reached under the skirt and massaged down between my legs. The oil and my wetness combined in a glistening sheen between my legs.
"My king," I said with deep reverence, "you have conquered my people. They sent me as your victory gift." I knelt straight, trying to look like a proud princess. My heaving breasts presented two diamond points. "They want you to fuck my brains out." As I said it, I looked from his face down across his chest to his trembling phallus. I reached over and touched the tip. He was hard and slick with clear droplets. "I think all the girls of the realm have thought of it, too."
His eyes probed his concubine. I tugged at the sack hanging between his legs. The royal jewels felt heavy. I fumbled with it, eager to please him. He shifted on the bed, and I cupped the jewels. As he lifted, I pulled off my skirt and knelt on it. There was a rush and tumble of movement as I pulled my tank upwards to present my breasts. He gasped when he saw my nude body. I admired him. My king was very fit and lean. His
tan was less than mine, and his tan lines were pronounced. His royal cock was truly gorgeous. Thick and twitching, it pressed upwards almost on his abs. His balls were hanging low. I felt myself cream. I slipped forward on my knees and had to suck it. He was on the bed, legs wide and I went down on him.
I would have sucked him off on the beach, but it would have had to be secretive. Maybe in the throes of it, I would have been okay with being watched. The idea flashed through my mind, and I liked it.
In the bedroom, there was no hesitation. I did what conquered women do.
I could not resist this first taste. His cream was clear and thick. It blended with the flavor of the Margarita. After a few minutes, I released his cock and looked at it. He was now glistening wet and throbbing. It was thicker now, and the cockhead was engorged and royal purple.
I touched between my legs and sucked my two wet fingers and imagined his cock. My tongue swirled and tasted the blend of cherry oil and my juices. My tongue tingled and burned. Innocently, I looked into his eyes. "My lord, do I please you?"
"Oh fuck, yes!" my king proclaimed.
I got up and fell onto the bed with my feet still on the floor. The edge of the bed was just at my hips. My toes were on the floor, my face on the covers. "My, king, go behind me...see how wet I am..." I said over my shoulder. I held my arms tight to my torso cradling my tits, arching my back to receive him.
He leapt off the bed and stood behind me. I expected to feel his cock thrust in. His hands were on my ass cheeks and he dropped to the floor and licked my pussy. His face was buried in my crack. I wiggled and arched farther. He licked my slit, then past my pussy and over my ass. It felt amazing as his tongue moved over my puckered hole. His tongue roamed around it, then pressed in. I nearly fainted. The thought of him fucking my ass jumped into my head. It was something I’d read about ... and considered. My king might be the first to penetrate this corner of the kingdom.
He lifted off and pressed to me. His cock went immediately into my cunt. He pressed deep, and I pushed back forcefully taking him. His hips slapped on my ass, so hard, his balls flipped on to my pussy. The sound was a loud wet slap. It felt awesome. I groaned, expelling a hot breath from my lungs. "Oh, fuck...yesss."
He reared back and plunged in again, harder. His chest pressed to my back, and his hands held my shoulders as he pushed even harder into me. His hot breath blew over my cheek.
"Ooohhh, my lord, I dreamed of this," I confided.
"You little princess, you really want me fucking you, don't you?" His tone suggested he ruled with an iron hand.
"Oh, yes!...all last week...in here...dreaming how I wanted to fuck! Can't you tell?"
"You are sooo fucking hot," he said, as he rammed his cock deep.
He kept pounding me, and I creamed on his cock. I could feel every inch. I squeezed his cock and felt myself tighten and grip him. His thrusts felt unusually intense. He was rough with me, holding my shoulders as he forcefully fucked me. I bounced back hard and ground against his cock. This was not gentle love-making. This was a monarch nailing his rival's treasure.
The height of the bed allowed me to thrust and rock against him. He lifted off my back. He stood almost upright bending his legs to get the right height and angle. I pulled my legs together and he put his legs outside of mine. His hands were on my ass. In this position, my pussy was tightly clamped to his cock. "Fuck! Yes!" he exclaimed. "What a perfect ass."
"You feel that?" I asked as my pussy contracted around his cock. The Keel exercises had strengthened my pelvic muscles so that I could alternately squeeze and relax my grip on his cock.
"Fuck! Yeah! Feels great!" he almost shouted. "Fuck my cock!"
I bounced as fast as I could. He stood still and I stroked his cock fast...with just my pussy. I flicked my hips as fast as I could, almost the speed of jerking off a guy with quick strokes. I was burning with desire. This was almost too intense. He'd have to come soon. I couldn't stand it for much longer. I pulled off and jumped forward on the bed. I was breathing deeply from the exertion. He stood at the foot of the bed watching me. I rolled onto my back. My legs were spread and I looked at him with my legs framing my view of his sexy body. He was leering at me. It turned me on. I only wanted him to fuck me. Every other thought was gone. I was a cunt for him.
I reached between my legs and spread my pussy lips showing him everything. "You like my cunt?" I pulled my ankles back towards my ass and lifted my ass off the bed. I aimed my pussy at him. "You wanna fuck it? C'mon, fuck me!" My pussy was creaming with desire. My lips were engorged and wide open.
He moved fast to the bed. He grabbed me under my ass and lifted me higher, pressing his face hard to my cunt. His tongue was everywhere, darting and pressing. He swung around and lay on top of me. He straddled my body with his cock and balls at my face. He buried his face in my crotch. His weight was supported by his knees which were near my chest. I stretched upwards from the bed to get his cock in my mouth. I took all I could. I grabbed his ass and pulled him downward. With his cock in my mouth, I lowered back to the bed and pressed on the mattress. His cock pressed deep into my throat. His balls dangled above my eyes.
He was eating my cunt, seeking every crease. I reached to his ass and felt his wet sack, the hot wet ridge behind his balls. I felt everywhere, including over his asshole. I let my fingertip rest on his anus. I pressed. He was tight but my finger entered just a bit. In another position, I would have sucked his balls, sucked behind them and tasted his puckered hole. My wildness welled up from a deep burning well of desire. It felt like times during my college years when sex was so good I'd lose all control. Maybe the fantasies brought it out of me. His energy seemed boundless. I sucked his cock and felt him harden and pulse.
He moved off me and rolled me to my side but kept his face glued to my cunt. His cock popped from my mouth as I raised one leg for him. He moved and licked my entire slit and went back to my ass. He licked me there. His finger circled my asshole and entered. He pressed deeper and harder. It felt painful, in a good way, as his finger pressed in.
I lay back moaning uncontrollably. I came. I exploded. My body was wracked with spasms. His mouth remained glued to my pussy. I was burning between my legs. His slick face was hard to my dripping slit. I felt his tongue seeking every fold. His flicks across my clit were too intense. I squeezed my legs and he moved off my pussy. Any more stimulation would have made me faint. Slowly, he slipped his finger from my ass. My spasms squeezed his finger as he withdrew. I felt my cunt and ass contracting. I lay on my back, and he moved to lie by my side.
I brought his wet face to mine and we kissed. Our wet mouths and tongues entwined. His kingdom owned mine. He tasted mildly of tequila and my come. I looked into his face. The playful look I had seen earlier when teasing him was now replaced by an intense look of sexual hunger. "You're dangerous, my lord," I whispered. I traced his nipple with my wet finger. His nipple was tight and hard. Little hard bumps ringed it as I played.
"You're gonna make me do things," I said jokingly, but I knew it was true. "I need to catch my breath!"
He rolled to his back. His arms were crossed behind his head and formed a crown. I held my fingers on his lips. I traced over his wet chin and down to his chest. He had little body hair except at his lower belly and cock. I kissed his nipple and teased it with my tongue. I wondered if it excited him like it did me.
I laid my head on his chest. He toyed with my tit and gently pinched my nipple.
"And what might you do?" he asked.
"I'll let you know, I laughed. "So, how do you want to come?"
"I have choices?"
"You are king. You know you do."
He held my nipple in a loose pinch. "Hmmm, a princess blow job would be nice." He squeezed my nipple tighter.
"You are going to get an awesome blow job! Is that what you want?"
He pondered that choice. "That tight ass looks awesome." He sounded like a guy picking off a menu. I liked how he was teasing me.
"Mm
m,” I purred. I'd decided he would have it if he wanted.
"But that tight pussy is what I want first." He announced his final decision with eager and certain resolve.
"Oh baby," I whimpered. "Fuck my cunt. You know I want it." I was on my side and lifted my knee, spreading my legs wide. The burning between my legs had subsided enough. I could take him now.
He rolled me onto my stomach and moved to crouch between my legs. I rose onto my knees. My head was low, resting on the bed. My tits hung low, my nipples just touching the warm sheets. The tank top was crunched up around my neck. He moved behind me and closer to my ass. His hands held my ass cheeks and spread them. I arched my back, presenting my wide open cunt to him. He paused briefly. I know he was admiring my thoroughly drenched pussy and that my asshole was a temptation. He held his cock and rubbed the tip along my slit. My lush labia swelled to kiss his cockhead. His cock passed over my anus. I half expected him to try and enter. But his cock thrust in to my burning cunt.
My pussy had relaxed after I came so violently earlier. His cock now slipped in smoothly, my dripping cunt offering little resistance. He pressed deep, and I felt his balls mash on my labia. I felt myself spasm involuntarily. My cunt was rippling around his hot shaft. "Feel my cunt?" I asked. He held steady. Pressed deep inside, his cock reached the end of me. I quivered around it. My strong muscles clenched and released. He could stand no more. He began thrusting hard and fast. The slapping sound echoed in the room. I was burning hot. Sweat poured from our bodies. His hands cupped my tits. His thrust slammed me forward. I pressed back to take each one. I felt every inch. Piercing me, he fucked like a madman. I felt my hot breath explode from my lungs. I said things that came from my deepest cravings....."oooohhhh, fuck, that feels great......oooohhhh. You like my tight cunt, don't you? Come for me... Let me feel it...!" The king and princess fantasy was past. This was animal fucking at its purest.
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