by Sasha Scott
“Who ordered you to? Why did they do it?”
“I was ordered to do it by a messenger from the princess. They suspected you might have discovered a crown that they want.”
Just as they thought. They did know after all! The crown was in danger, Jack’s crown was in danger!
“So are they waiting for us outside? What are they trying to do?”
“There are guards waiting before the plane to arrest you if I discover the crown. I am to report to them after searching your bags.”
Jack knew wearing the crown was a good idea. He came so close to losing it but thanks to its power he was now one step ahead of them. Nobody would be stealing away his property, not on this day.
Smirking from ear to ear at his own genius, Jack reached down and brushed a hand across Stacy’s cheek.
“That’s a good girl, telling me everything I needed to know.”
“Thank you sir,” she quivered happily, leaning into his touch, looking at him with a dreamy expression.
Stacy really was a hot little thing. It wasn’t just those model good looks, Jack could also tell that she had a smoking hot body under that tight fitting blue stewardess uniform. He was very interested in seeing how it looked without any clothing hiding it.
Jack suddenly caught himself. How could he be getting carried away with thoughts of dominating some hot thing in a situation like this? They had to get out of there.
However Jack’s excitement had been steadily building every day as he resisted the temptation of the crown. Now that he was starting to indulge a little it was so hard not to do so completely.
“Tell me,” Jack said to her, still rubbing her silky smooth skin, “how long does it usually take you to search bags like these?”
“With how much luggage you have it could take around ten minutes, fifteen if I’m being thorough.”
“Hmm, that should do.”
Suddenly Jack pulled his hands away from her and used them to unbuckle his pants. He pulled them down and everything beneath until he was standing with his lower half exposed and his cock free, already hard from accepting the crown’s power.
“Sir!?” she asked in amazement, her eyes locking onto his erect manhood.
“To pay me back for going along with this scam I want you to undress then pleasure my dick.”
“Right away sir,” she said as she began to undress, but she was quickly stopped by Jack.
“It’s not sir. It’s king.”
“Yes, my king!” she shuddered free as she returned to stripping down; pulling off her blazer, unbuttoning her blouse and wiggling out her tight skirt so that she could show him what she had underneath.
By the time she was left in black lingerie and stockings he was already rather satisfied. It was just as he suspected, she was a curvaceous thing with a flat stomach and big, soft, breasts. However he wasn’t completely satisfied and wouldn’t be until she’d finished obeying his order.
Stacy kept going, taking off her underwear, letting it drop to the floor so all was revealed. He could see every inch of her naked body.
“Hmm, you’re looking mighty fine but that’s not enough to satisfy me. Now get to work.”
“Okay my king,” she giggled happily as she dropped down between his legs as he pushed his chair out and presented himself to her.
He thought that she was going to wrap her lips around him to give him a blowjob but instead she cupped her big breasts together and pushed in, sinking his hardness deep into her soft cleavage.
A groan came rumbling from his lips when she pushed her hands together and compressed her jugs down around him. It was such a tight, smothering, hold but it felt so good, her silky smoothness contrasting with his erect state.
“Now this is innovation I can get behind,” he groaned, running his fingers through her hair, “Keep going.”
“Yes king!” she said with a wide smile, doing her duties to the best of her abilities.
She kept that squeeze in place and began to rock her body up and down, pumping his dick in that tight cleavage sleeve that she’d created. It was something only someone as busty as her would be able to accomplish.
While Jack was busy enjoying himself, Erica was left at the side, watching with wanting eyes, nibbling down on her bottom lip in anticipation. That was supposed to be her spot but someone else was occupying it. She couldn’t help but feel a little jealous.
Jack noticed how needy his partner was looking. It wasn’t fair to leave her out. Suddenly he pointed at her and clicked his fingers.
“Erica, you strip down as well. Then you can come and show your king some love.”
She giggled happily. She loved Jack the king a lot more than Jack the archeologist. He was so strong, so mighty and so dreamy. She couldn’t resist him.
“Yes my king,” she said with a soft moan as she began to strip down, joining Stacy in a state of undress.
Even though Erica lacked the bust that Stacy did she was still a truly beautiful woman and her tanned appearance got Jack purring. He guided her over to his mouth, to his lips, so that they could kiss and make out while Stacy was taking care of his cock.
Jack and Erica exchanged spit and grinded their tongues together, his naturally taking the lead in their lewd dance, as pulses of pleasure coursed through his body. This all felt so good, there was only so long he was going to be able to last.
One of his hands secured Erica in place while the other was down on Stacy’s head, willing her to keep going and going, spitting down to lube his dick with drool so that she could jerk faster in that glossy cleavage squeeze. She could feel his warmth trickling out, coating her breasts, and also the way his shaft was starting to throb. She knew he was almost there, her duty was almost complete.
Finally Jack hit his limit. With two sexy babes all over him he couldn’t hold back. With his mouth occupied his body gave the five second warning, hips jerking, pumping into Stacy’s bust before his orgasm gushed free.
Stacy moaned as rope after rope of cum came shooting from the head of his engrossed dick. It slapped her against the face, on her chin, her lips, and all over her chest. It was so thick and warm and clung to her skin like glue. It made her pussy throb in excitement.
Once all of his jizz was released, all over her, Stacy released her hold and parted her cum covered titties. It was such a thrill to serve her king, it filled her body with purpose.
Jack drew back from Erica’s lips, glistening trails of spit hanging between the two. He’d came so much he swore he felt lighter. One thing he certainly felt was oh so good.
Even though he felt relieved he still wasn’t completely happy. After all this was probably the last time he’d ever see this stunning woman, he didn’t want to leave her after just fucking her titties; he wanted to go all the way with her.
There was still time on the clock, still time to make his move.
He grabbed a handful of Stacy’s brunette hair and dragged her from her knees up onto her feet. Then he sent her toppling down onto her back, onto the table’s surface.
“We’re not done quite yet,” he told her, “First I need to finish marking you as my property. Spread those legs and make your king feel welcome.”
She did as she was told, parting them and using her hands to spread her pussy, showing off her vulnerable, soft, pinkness to him, ready for him to claim.
“Like this my king?”
“Hmm, just like that,” he growled as he held her thighs and pressed the head of his cock to her soaked slit, “When I’m done with you you’ll be completely addicted to my dick.”
Suddenly Jack thrust forwards and buried his rock hard length into her body, filling her insides up and making her squeal out a shuddering, high pitched, moan of lust. Her eyelids fluttered and her expression softened as she melted in bliss.
Jack gritted his teeth as he was wrapped up securely in her loins. It may not have been her first rodeo but that didn’t stop her body from being so damn tight. She was making him feel so good.
/> To overcome the exquisite sensation, Jack began to work his hips, grinding and pounding himself in her juicy pussy, forcing more squeals from her lips. She was squealing so loud he was worried she’d end up disturbing those guards anyway, and perhaps the rest of the airport too.
“Feels so good!” she howled out, “Your cock feels so good your majesty!”
“Shh, keep your voice down. I don’t want anybody to find us.”
“I’ll try,” she panted, shushing herself the best she could, “but your royal dick makes it so hard.”
Even though her mind accepted and obeyed his instructions completely, her body was reacting every time his conquering slab of hard cock ravished her tight, velvet, passage. Her mind wanted to do one thing because of him, her body another.
Jack could sense he couldn’t trust Stacy, no matter how obedient she was. That was why he called in the reinforcements.
“Erica,” he suddenly snapped, “Get over here.”
“Right away your majesty!” she squeaked as she dashed over to his side, “What do you need me to do my king?”
“This bitch is making too much noise. Keep her quiet with that pretty mouth of yours.”
She felt so darn happy to be ordered around, to be useful to him. Being a tool for King Jack made her insides feel all warm and fuzzy.
“Yes my king,” she purred as she made her move on Stacy.
Erica grasped Stacy’s hands and locked their fingers together, pinning her down into the table, before dipping and pressing their lips together in a kiss.
What was just an embrace designed to muffle her moans soon turned into more as it got deeper and deeper, their tongues twisting together as it evolved into a make out session, the pair swapping spit as Stacy got her pussy used by Jack’s erect shaft. She was still moaning but now it was all being drunk up by Erica.
Speaking of the king, watching that sexy pair of brunettes kissing while his dick was serviced was really getting him going. His thrusts were getting faster and his shaft was starting to throb.
“Oh you bitches, you’re making me cum,” he growled as he hilted into Stacy’s pussy and began to gush, unleashing his raw seed deep into her unprotected womb, marking it as his property.
That hot flow in her insides triggered Stacy. The sensation of being claimed made her cum, her entire body shuddering and quaking in place as juices gushed from her pussy.
As Jack drew back, white trickles of jizz followed.
With Stacy exhausted and panting for air, Erica drew her lips back with a wet slurp and looked up to her king.
“You came so much. Your majesty is such a stud. Stacy is such a lucky girl.”
Jack could take a hint. He knew what she wanted and that was why he hooked her hips and dragged her upwards, pressing her body down on top of Stacy, their chests pushed together.
“I get it, you want a reward for helping out. Well I guess we still have a little more time before we need to split. Another round couldn’t hurt.”
Erica squealed out happily as she was penetrated from behind, Jack burying himself deep into her pussy, returning to the place he had thoroughly trained. She fit him like a glove.
The moans came flowing from her lips as her entire frame was bucked and swayed back and forth, her flesh rubbing against Stacy’s, causing her to moan as well as their nipples rubbed together.
“So good, so good,” Stacy moaned as she looked up at the squealing, glowing, face of Erica and initiated the next kiss herself, gripping her cheeks and pressing their lips together.
Jack groaned in satisfaction as he got to watch the two stunning babes make out again while he was getting his fix of that warm, tight, pussy. Even after two orgasms that sight and that feeling made him feel like he was still pent up and and ready to gush with his first. He couldn’t help but hammer his hips inside with all of his power.
His hard abs slapped against Erica’s bare, tight, ass, making her tanned flesh glow with a red hue from spank after spank of his drilling body. She didn’t whine though, or at least he couldn’t hear them; Stacy was eating them all up.
That sloppy make out session was sending bubbling waves of excitement through Erica’s body and was making her insides tense and tighten up, further stimulating Jack’s bare, hard, cock. His last orgasm was still fresh in his memory and yet his next was being urged out. He couldn’t take it any longer, they were just too damn hot!
“It’s your turn now,” he growled at Erica as he gripped her hips tight and went into a thrusting overdrive of sharp, ass slapping, drilling movements. He kept that lighting fast pace up until his body truly couldn’t contain itself or another second.
Flow erupting, Jack buried his hips down and grunted, releasing all of his hot seed into her well trained loins. It was his third orgasm in that room but it was no smaller than the others.
Erica went through a similar moment as Stacy. That sensation of being dominated by his raw seed pushed her right over the edge and forced her to orgasm with a full body shake and a gush of her lustful juices. She climaxed all over the cum dripping pussy of her equal, the two stained in the scent of a bitch.
When Jack eventually drew back, once his lust had been sated using those pussies, a trickle of white followed him and began to drip down ahead, making the two look like mirror images of each other as they laid together, panting and gasping for air.
Jack looked over the sight with a grin, his crown still in place. Never before had he felt like such a man, such a stud, such a king. Ruling Erica was thrilling but a harem was even better.
There was no way Jack was going to allow some guards or some poxy princess to get a hold of his crown, the one that had gifted him this scene. It belonged to him and he was not going to give it up willingly.
He didn’t want to stop being the king.
Once they’d all had a little time to catch their breaths, they got changed back into their clothing at his request. The only thing left to do was hide the crown again. However before that Jack had conditions for Stacy.
“Alright, I need you to tell those guards that you didn’t find anything suspicious or unusual in our bags. Make sure you do not mention the crown or anything we did together.”
“Yes my king.”
“Good girl, you can go now,” he said as he removed his prized asset and put it back into hiding. He already missed the power and it had only been a second.
Even without the crown in place, Stacy went off to complete her goal. While she was doing that, Erica and Jack set off but they didn’t head into the airport, towards the plane. They headed back out, back into the city.
“Where are we going?” Erica asked, suddenly out of her doughy harem state again.
“We can’t risk going in there. What if they don’t believe her story and try and take the crown anyway? No, if we want to get out of here then we need to get permission from the woman trying to stop us.”
Yes if they wanted to be totally free they needed the bounty off their head which meant going to see this princess.
Jack’s decision certainly had nothing to do with the anger of knowing someone was trying to steal his spot and was living in a palace without his permission, not at all. This was all about survival.
“Is that a good idea?” Erica queried, not sounding confident.
“Just trust me, it’ll all be okay.”
“Okay sir.”
Hmm that was a new one. She sounded more obedient than usual. He liked that. However he didn’t let it dwell on his mind, he had more important things to think about.
Now where was that palace?
Ruling the Princess
In order to keep the magical crown safe, Erica and Jack had to enter the lion’s den to stop the woman who was trying to take it away from them; the princess of the entire nation!
Erica wasn’t sure about entering into enemy territory but Jack knew that he had an ace in the hole. After all the crown wasn’t just a beautiful artefact, that would look stunning in a museum, it was a magica
l accessory that was filled with the power to command others.
Using the crown, Jack was going to command the princess to call off her search.
Finding where the princess was staying wasn’t really a problem. Right in the middle of the city was a huge, stunning, palace that stood out amongst the scenery. The issue was how to get from a spectator, on the outside, to an audience with royalty within.
Of course if they told her about the crown she would probably whisk them right in, but they’d probably lose it before they even got close to her. It was a risk too far.
Instead of being dragged in through the front door, the two of them decided to sneak in through the back door. After all they were archeologists, there weren’t many legitimate professions better suited for exploring plans and discovering secret entrances.
