Strapped down for therapy

I lay on the wide massage table face down.

Leather cuffs on my wrists and ankles attached me to anchors at the corners of the table. The restraint did not pull or stretch me, but on the other hand, I couldn't move arms or feet more than an inch or two. The nurse had placed a pair of cargo straps around my upper thighs. It wrapped around each thigh, and then under the table. The straps could be easily tightened, pull my legs apart a bit, but also pulling me down. (The clasp holding the straps together wasn't that strong, so it probably wouldn't be able to hurt me)

The Nurse lay on top of me, her hips atop me waist, her legs on top of my legs, with a bent knee pressed against my crotch, teasing my taint. I hadn't actually seen the Nurse as yet, as I was blindfolded when I arrived, and I was still unable to see. From what I could tell, she wore silk boy-boxer style shorts, and a silk teddy. Her bosom swolled against my back, and I felt her breath against my ear.

"Hello Michael!", she purred. "You may call me Nurse Victoria" "I'm so pleased you are here. I really enjoy treatments like this.", she explained. "Your doctor sent you here for submission training. Her prescription for you is just totally scrumptious!", she continued with increasing excitement. "I do love being a sexual therapy nurse!", she admitted in another whisper in my ear. "And, today, I'm going to be your sexual therapy nurse. Your doctor's prescription requires that you learn to surrender to me in a number of really fun ways... Fun for me anyway"

She gently kissed my ear and then the back of my neck. Her knee pressed more firmly into my ass as she used my for leverage to slide downward. I felt her nipples harden through her top as she dragged her body down mine. She stopped when her breast reached the top of my ass. Her hands were still on my shoulders, putting her in a kind of downward dog position, I supposed.

I thought out how her ass must be sticking up, and my cock got harder at the thought. "Good!", she murmurred, becoming aware of my discomfort. "This is what your doctor has ordered! But I'll have to make sure!", she admitted.

Her hands stroked down the sides of my chest, brushing her finger nails across my ribs. I shuddered every so slightly, but the cargo straps kept me being able to move very much. Her fingers reached the curved spot just above my hip: one of my favorite spots, and a serious erogeneous zone for me. I strained against the strap to lift my hips. She slid her right hand in under me, gently searching. I became desperate for her to grab my shaft, and a moan that might have been "oh! please!" escaped my mouth. "Such stress of anticipation! Your doctor has prescribed many," (dramatic pause) "repeated", (she kisses the small of my back) "erection inspections" Her hand withdrew slightly, pressing firmware on my hip and then my back. The other hand joined it, and then she this turned into a massage stroke all the way up to my skull. Her body stretched out, her knees no longer pressed my thighs apart as they slid on top of my legs. She sighed in pleasure as she redirected my anticipation into a surrender to her touch.

"Did you like that?", she asked again, now again a whisper of her lips in my ear. "We probably need to add some oil now.", she suggested in a tone that managed to sound both innocent and slutty at the same time. She wiggled her hips, dragging the silk material of her shorts across my ass. That felt very nice; her movement also trained me to move my hips, pressing my shaft into the towel under me more intensively.

From somewhere she found her spray bottle of oil. The bottle was warm, and she put the bottle on my ass, but she didn't use it. Instead, returning to her downward dog position, she used both hands to rub me again. this time it was an even longer stroke, from the backs of my thighs... across my ass, and my back. Her body pressed down on me, the silk of her clothing slinking across me. Again, the finger nails slid down my sides and I strained against the straps to allow her, beg her with my motion, to stroke my erect shaft.

"Oh Michael!", she moaned, "your doctor warned me against letting you get too excited. She had prescribed a slow, intense burn. Which I just really love." Ask she said this I could hear material moving, and then her silk top found it's way around my ears. Again a stoke started from the back of my knees, and firmly and insistently wandered up my legs, pausing to swirl around my ass and make it's way to my head. This time, I could feel her bare breasts drag erect nipples across my ass, and then up my back. My breath caught, and became ragged... but as she lay calmly down on top of me, she breathed in my ear, causing my to synchronize with her breathing.

Lying on top of me, her fingers again wandered down my sides. Some slack had developed in the straps holding my thighs down, and she allowed my hips to respond to her insistent tug... I raised myself ever just enough and a hand reached in to stroke my shaft. "mmm" was her acknowledge, "aaaa", was my only response.

This time, when she pulled herself back again to stradle my thighs, she finally pushed the pump on her oil bottle, and it sprayed some oil over my ass. Pulling the oil bottle across my ass cleavage, turning it into the suggestion of a dildo, she put two more small puddles of oil on my back. Still stradling me, she pulled on the straps to tighten them again, my legs pulled apart by the straps, but also held together by her body.

She then casually massaged the top of my thighs and my buttocks, not touching the oily part at all. The oil seeped down my ass cleavage, a small drip reaching my taint, and leaking down to make me extremely aware of my balls. She repositioned herself, guiding her hands up my inner thighs, "treatening"? "promising"? to stroke my balls, but not actually doing so. This teasing stroked continued up my body to my shoulders, finally pressing her breasts into my now oily back. Again my breath became ragged, and she again took control of me by breathing with me.

I wasn't sure where the bottle had gone, but her thigh again was pressed against my ass. She pushed harder against me, fitting/sharping my buttock into her Y. I could feel her press her labia against me through her silk shorts. Obviously the outside got oily, but she was working the inside to press against the smooth silkiness of the shorts for her own pleasure. I relaxed my body as much as I could given the restraints, allowed her to control my hips, allowed her to pin my erect cock against the towel under me.

After a few minutes of this mutual pleasure, she took a breath. I didn't think she'd cum yet, but I sure hoped that she would start again, and she'd use me as the toy the doctor clearly meant for me to become. She grabbed the silk teddy that had been abandonned ontop of my head, and scrunching it up a bit, slid it down my right-hand side, allowing me to experience another intense tease. Again, I strained against the straps as I wished for another inspection... and this time I felt the silk material slide in under me. It enveloped my cock. She spread her Teddy out... I whimpered in pleasure. I was also concerned about leaking cum all over it. She guessed my thoughts.

"My silk is totally scotch guarded. Oil, sweat and cum will just wash right out.", she assured as she began again to press her cliteroris against my ass. Now, with the silk under me, the controlled motions of her body against me, caused much greater movement from me. More intense forced humping.

I muttered disconnected half words: Oh. Please. Nurse. Yes. She would repeat them back to me with a quiet intensity that assured me that she was completely into this training, and was enjoying herself as well.

"Soon," she purred, "I'll want to turn you over. Strap you down on your back. Maybe I'll remove your blindfold as I ride you cowgirl style." I moaned something encouraging.

"Or, perhaps I'll prefer to 69", she queried. "So many choices for you to think about", she opioned in a way that told me my Nurse was certainly as smart as beautiful. That thought excited me as she gyrated my body again. "Oh!", I exclaimed as my cock exploded. I felt the cum despoil the silk material as I sunk into it. "Yes!", I heard her admit quietly. She had also soaked her own silk wrapper!

What would happen next, I wondered.

Mattress mover surrenders

The second time she licked my ass I nearly fainted.
I both feared and relished the possibility that she'd do it a third time.

I was in a state of high elation.  I was restrained diagonally to a mattress
in the middle of her living room, leather cuffs on wrists and ankles, two
bungee cords connecting wrists and ankles, running under the corners of the
mattress.

How did this start, is a question I must relate.

I had arrived that morning to see her a second time.  It had been a few
months since, and it was much colder, so I was dressed more.  I had
approached apartment at the appointed time, and she opened the door to my
knock.  I entered... my glasses fogged up to the heat, blurring my ability to
see much.

She took the bag of toys I removed from my backpack, and my coat as I removed
it.  I bent over to untie my boots, and she stood next to me, stroked my ass
through my jeans.  I hurried up on the boots and stepped out of my boots, and
stood up straight... she removed my glasses and pressed me against the inside
of the door... she kissed me very gently.

The gentle kiss was a distraction, and so it was a surprise to me that my
buckle and zipper had been breached, and my pants fell to the floor.  I gave
an "oh", in surprised, and noticed her lips pressed hungrily against mine.
Pleasantly cool hands wandered over my sweater, and then pulled my shirt
sweater off,  discarding the clothing in some corner of the couch.

Pausing for breath, she took my hand, and led me to the couch to sit, and
sitting astride me, began to whisper in my ear.

"I was worried you would not return... usually two hour appointments
result in twice the pleasure.", she purred.
"I think you still owe me some pleasure, and I am going to esstract it",
she lovingly hissed.  Was she a bit of a latina cat, I wondered.

Her lacy body suit pressed against my chest as she sat side ways on me,
her legs stretched out on the couch next to me.  Her swolen bossom presses
against my bare chest, while her arm is wrapped around behind my shoulders.
My arm wraps around her bottom as she snuggles against me.
Despite the early hour, we sipped some wine.

With an intense, but barely audible whisper she instructed me.
With great reluctance she got out of my lap, and I felt a loss greater than
hers, but a brief and very gropy hug restores my go.
In socks and underwear, I went into her bedroom.  I found her mattress
stripped of bed clothing, and the pillows pilled on a chair.  I slid the
mattress towards me so that I could reach the other side... A hand groped my
ass a bit as I leaned into it.  I lift with my legs, and quickly got the
mattress vertical, between two arms.  I navigated towards the doorway, and
then bent my knees and legs to shuffle sideways through.
I placed the mattress down in the space between her couch and kitchen table.
She threw a fitted mattress at me, and I got the idea.  I spread it out, and
got down on my knees to crawl around to pull the fitted part over the edges.

As I finished this, I found I she had grabbed the ankle and wrist bracelets,
and was doing them up.  She enthusiasm!  Within another minute I found myself
in the position I described above: spread-eagle, face down.  Still wearing
underwear though.... she removed my socks.

She crawled on top of me, askew so that a knee was in my crotch, and her
mons rubbed hungrily against my ass.  She ran her hands all over me.
She expressed her pleasure at having me over previously, and thanked me for
my oral expertise.  She lamented that I had not orgasmed, and explained that
if I wanted to return to her bedroom, I'd have to make up for that lapse.

While I had been arranging the fitted sheet, she had pulled a laundry basket
to within her arms reach.  It had all of her needed items, plus all the items I
had brought.  Fit fitted sheet was a satiny material, and was quite pleasant,
but not quite as nice as the lace that she wore.

It's difficult to properly explain what happened next.  To simply say that I
was subjected to an erotic full body massage which resulted in me ejaculating
in her hand would be accurate, but that would be a whole inadequate
description.
So many questions... For instance, how did she remove my shorts when my feet
were tied up?   She started off very soft, with powder on my still cold skin,
and we finished off slippery, but not oily, and where had the powder gone?

I know that there were fingers all over me, first firm relaxing me into
blissful submission, and then soft and teasing making me catch my breath with
anticipation.   And then her soft skin would press against me, firmly
pressing me down, rubbing me and teasing me to spread, lift and make my ass,
cock and thighs vulnerable to her touch.  Then abruptly, she would spank,
pinch or hush me down again.  How dare I think she was ready take me that
way?   But, then it would repeat.   How many times through the cycle of
relaxation, submission and anticipation occured, I don't know.

That first ejaculation, the climax of climaxes, was almost in some ways
anti-climatic, as it was simply the right stroke at the right time, and then
total submission and relaxation.  I found myself laying on the sheet,
cock still hard, when her again on top of me, breathing relaxation into my
ear.    She had prepared a bowl of warm scented water and a cloth, and she
sweetly washed my shaft, balls, legs and ass.

I would learn that the scented oil she rubbed on afterwards had a savory
taste, and it was this taste that she received when she licked my ass the
first time.  In the process of oiling me, she had flipped around, feet
legs and ass sitting on my back, and hands stroking my buttocks.

She place a rolled up towel under each hip, lifting my ass up in the way that
I had previously so desired.... my cock seeming to float happily in the newly
available space.   It was in this position that she lay down, a hand on
each hip to control me, and in which her tongue first made contact with my
anus.

The moan I made was deep, long, and left me totally breathless.

"You liked that", she observed, adjusting herself in a provocative way.
I felt he rubbing her mons against my shoulder blade, her knees bent to
pin me down.  Her nipples glided across the small of my back, and her fist
found it's way onto my shaft.  And she waited.  One breath. Two. Three...
only she she didn't finish that breath, she struck her tongue across my ass.
It was long... she pressed me down with much of her weight... and at the same
time, her fist slide up my shaft, forcing me to take all of the lick.

"I'm gonna do that a third time", she told me once I had recovered enough to
hear her.  "But first...", she rumaged through the toys, and returned with
the penis pump that I had recently acquired.  She put a bit of lube on it,
and then slid it under me... Three squeezes and my already hard cock was now
inside it, as far as it could go.   I had been a bit disappointed at the toy,
my first pump, as it didn't really go to a very high pressure, and once the
initial rush of the instant growth was over, there was very little in the way
of stimulation.

"There.... now you'll stay hard, and you won't worry about making any mess",
she explained, rather matter-of-factly.  How did she know me so well?

With both hands now free, she spent some more time stroking my ass, opening
me up with a finger or two... with two fingers she found and stroked my
prostrate.  I was comfortable being that vulnerable, and yet I was also
anxious, as prostrate stimulation always makes me feel like I had to pee.
"Talk to me.", she commanded, sensing my anxiety in the clenching of my ass.

I tried to explain about needing to pee, but it was in one word utterances.
"That's okay.  The pump will collect it all if you pee.  I'll bet you cum
though".. and with that confident and very certain accomodation of my
concern, I felt my anxiety decline, and for the first time, the prostrate
strokings took on a pleasure of their own.

She removed her fingers, and inserted a toy.  I think it was the
chain-of-beads, and it went way in really easily.  She seemed impressed, as
there were happy expresses of "nice", and "mmm!"...  partway in, I felt her
tongue on my ass... and then suddenly, she bit my ass.

As I lay astonished from the surprise bite, she spanked me in the same spot.
It smarted!   And then she licked that spot.  A slight further push, and
the beads were all the way in, and at that point, she rolled off of me.
I didn't know that my shoulder blade would miss the rubbing of her mons so
much until she had gone.

She sat back on her knees to assess the situation.   She liked what she
saw, and told me that.  She lay down next to me, her hand on the small of my
back.  She made me turn my head to face her, and she began to kiss my face.

"Soon, I'll take you into my bedroom, and then you'll become devoted to only
my pleasure", she purred quietly to me.  She was clearly not, however, in a
rush.   She slowly rolled on top of me, her mons again finding a spot against
my upper-thigh to press, and the handle of the beaded-anal-plug being pushed
gently by her leg.  She lay on top of me, sharing the maximum amount of
skin possible.  "People need skin contact... I think you suffer from
touch deprivation"... "but I sure like touching you"

"Especially here", she passed her hand up my thigh, across the hip, teased
the side of my stomach.  "What's this", she wondered with pretend innocence
as she found the squeeze pump of the penis pump.  She squeezed it a few
times, and a new found urgency returned to my cock.   Her hand then returned
to my skin, finding new spots to rub... she shifted her weight so that she
was more to my left side... and her hand roamed to the more sacred spot on my
body.  The patch between ass and balls known as the taint.

"Should I touch you here?", she asked, as her finger pantomined doing exactly
that.  "Please", I moaned.  "No talking", she answered, silencing me with a
kiss.  I yearned for the touch, and she knew it...  One finger danced nearby,
but she didn't touch me... instead she tugged on the handle of the beads, and
one pulled out of my ass.  The passing of beads out of my ass was always a
huge pleasureable release, and she celebrated that release by stroking my
taint with all four fingers... holding it for a tantalizing few seconds.

"Did you like that?" she queried. "Yes, you did. You definitely liked that.
... and I liked doing that. "   With the movement, the feeling of having to
pee returned, but this time I just accepted it, and it grew.  I began to moan.
"Oh, yes!" she explained as she felt the tension in my grow.
She sat up, and pulled on the beads, removing them quickly, and inserted
her other thumb... She had a hand on me... she completely controlled me
with a thumb in my ass, and four fingers on the taint... she squeeze, and...
I came.

Seduced by Suzie

I arrived and knocked, and the door opened to a dark hallway. I entered and the door closed behind me, and she said "hang your things and join me on the couch"

I did as instructed, and I entered a space lit by one or two candles. I was wore dress pants and a dark turtleneck, and I sat down on her right. She took my hand in hers, and lay her head back to look at me, smiling. Placing her other hand on my chest, she turned towards me and kissed me very gently. She wore something dark and flowing: some kind of black silk wrap. If she wore anything under that, I couldn't tell in the light.

The kiss intensified, and then still holding my hand in hers, she raised that left arm over my head, pinning me gentle. Between kisses, she explained: "I'm going to make you cum. I'm going to empty you."

She bit her lip in a cute way as she said that, and then she bit my lip gently. She pushed me sideways, and I soon found myself on my back, sideways on the couch, my two arms pinned above my head, my feet still, at this point, on the ground. She kissed and nibbled at me, as she pressed her body against mine. The bulge in my pants of my erection was unmistakable, and she commented on it as she pressed her thigh against me.

Her wrap fell away from her, revealing black pantyhose, and a form fitting tub top. After a few more kisses, kneeling above me, she reached forward, pushing her breasts into my face, to pull a rope from behind the couch, and soon my hands were tied. Her hands free from needing to pin me down, the roamed across my chest, opening a button here and there, and grabbing my now throbbing hard on through my pants. My pants betrayed me, as the button and zipper presented no resistance at all to her hands. While straining under the intense pressure my underwear did not yet abandon me. She stroked me from thigh, across boxers, and then up my hairy chest. Her other hand played in my hair, holding my head for better kissing.

She extracted herself from me, standing up, letting hands and hair caress me. She grabbed a leg, a sock and a pant leg, and my pants disappeared. Another rope at the other end of the couch quickly kept my legs restrained. She knelt next to me, and regarded my prone form; she ran her hand through my hair and tickled my stomack, and traced my erection through my boxers. She wasn't shy with her nails; but she used them more to tickle rather than scratch.

"Once your cock is completely empty, your body will be mine: I'll have you anyway I want", she explained.

Her hand wandered up my shorts to caress my erection. She licked my nipples and squeezed my muscles. She tried to rip my boxers off, but that just gave me a wedgie... "do I have any scissors?" she wondered out loud, but in the end, she just pulled my member out the leg hole and stretched things to accommodate her wish. A few licks and I was holding my breath.

"Poor baby, it's so intense, isn't it?" she murmured. "And I've just started, too".

"I wonder... are you more scared that you will cum without my permission, or scared you won't cum when I tell you? ", she said this to me as she kissed me, putting a leg around me so that she could lie straight on me. In this inverted missionary, girl on top position, she pressed her pelvis into me, rubbing her pussy against me.

This motion was in some sense relaxing for me; perhaps relaxing is the wrong word. Reassuring is perhaps the better word. She let my breathing catch up for me, and reminded me to breath deeply. I did this, breathing through each of my chakras in turn, visualizing pulling warm golden purple energy from my groin to my head.

She rubbed her pantyhose covered clitoris against my cock for a long time; I'm not really sure how long. My eyes opened to gaze into hers, and closed as she nibbled on my ear. It was a surprise when she separated herself from me just long enough to unroll a condom on my cock, and rip a small strategically placed hole in her pantyhose, and then she mounted me.

"This feels good", she told me between kisses and thrusts... "you may use your hips...", "yes... ", "go deeper"... She set a rhythm. She knew that I was barely able to hold on, and so told me: "I like your work out story.

You owe me 15 more thrusts", and she counted down, "15... 14... 13...mm. 12...11..." With each thrust I entered her deeper, but not just with my cock. I also seemed to a deeper level of trance, and so it was some surprise that I heard her whisper “zero” in my ear and roll off of me, her back against the couch, our heads on a throw pillow.

She hooked a blanket from somewhere and pulled it over us. “Sleep”, she told me. So I did.

I knew that there was more to… cum. I also knew that I had no reason to be anxious. She was in charge.

On Her Majesty's Sexual Service

Introduction

For some generations my family has served the as palace guards for the Royal Family of Transverse Polpi Muldovia. This is a kingdom often forgotten north of the breakaway state of Transnistria, hidden in the trees and mountains. Strategically unimportant, our king has kept our borders intact through ruse, politic and a certain pragmatic vagueness in allegiance.

I have two pre-teen sons, but have been widowed for some years. Our country is not young, what the last century’s wars did not kill, the big cities attracted. The king is aging, but is married to a beautiful bride who has given him three young daughters. Our laws are baroque, and could break the succession as women may not inherit. Our kingdom has electricity, Internet and mobile phones, but we still bake bread by hand, heat our rooms with wood, and have rugs and wall hangings on our stone walls to keep away the chill and contain the noise.

A message arrived, I was summoned to Her Royal Highness’ rooms. No doubt I was needed to move some furniture or some such. This happens regularly. Royal guards haven’t done much in the way of guarding since we started buying door locks in the 16th century. I was met at the door by Her Majesty’s prime Chamber maid. She gave me an odd smile, invited me in, lead me to an inner alcove where I found Her Majesty eating breakfast.

“Tomas,” she greet. “Please sit. The King has instructed me in certain things necessary for the kingdom, and I’ve decided you will be tasked with helping me.”

I sat at the round table. The chamber maid sat next to me in a way that would make it difficult for me to stand up again.

“As you know, I’ve given His Majesty three daughters. They are a delight to him, but our constitution requires a male heir. “, I nodded, unsure how this involved me. “His Majesty is not ignorant in the ways of how and who determines gender of a baby. His Majesty has instructed me, given his challenge, to fight an appropriate champion. One for instance with a track record of several sons.” She stopped speaking, allowing this to sink in. It did. I began to protest, but the lady next to me stepped on my foot to remind me that I did not have leave to speak.

“I thought you would agree. We can start this morning. I’m looking forward to rooting with you. My chambermaid Jane will get you ready, and bring you to me.”

Jane

Jane stood and lead me away down a hallway into an anteroom to Her Majesty’s chambers. As a guard, I had studied the layout well, but had never been into either room. The anteroom had a small door that opened in. It had a few small cupboards, a desk, chair, narrow cot and a shower. A chambermaid could relax here until Her Majesty needed her, and then could enter the Royal Chamber through a small sharply angled hallway. A royal shout or scream would easily result in help, but casual conversation would not.

Jane helped me get undressed, she hung my ceremonial armor on a stand, and within minutes I stood nude in front of Jane in the small space. I felt slightly shy. Jane was rather attractive, slightly older than Her Majesty’s 35 years: more smolder, less cuteness. Jane wore business attire: a skirt that showed off her lovely hips. She removed her jacket to show that her 38D bust was just barely restrained by her formal blouse. Observing her my cock hardened, and she smiled.

“You will not, of course, be permitted to gaze upon Her Majesty’s beauty”, she said as stepped behind me, and wrapped my head with a scarf to blindfold me.

Her hands then traced down my chest, and got hold of my hardening cock. She whispered to me: “Her Majesty requires fresh semen. Before I may bring you to her, I will need to empty you. I will also be your fluffer, and I will be responsible to making sure you perform as She commands”

I heard the door to the shower stall open, and the water began running. She returned, and clearly having filled her hand with soap, proceeded to lather my body up.

She took special attention to soap up my cock, and it grew harder with her attention.

I heard a zip as shed her skirt, and I guess she had discarded her blouse already, as I felt her press herself against me from behind. She pushed/guided me into the shower.

“I felt you looking at my ass as we walked down the hallway, and at my blouse. Such naughty thoughts you had about me… which shall all become true”, her voice smiled as she explained this. She was scrubbing my soapy ass with her right hand, while she stroked my cock with the left. Standing next to me, she pulled my head down and pressed her nipple into my mouth.

I came in the shower from this attention, but she didn’t stop. She turned me around, my back to the wall. She pressed her ass against me, and rotated, and the last drop or two of cum was drained. The wet material in which my cock got tangled in told me that she was still wearing panties, now soaked. She turned around, and I found her tongue in my month. I put my arms around her, but she broke off the kiss, and held my hands above my head. “Perhaps I shall restrain you in the future. Her Majesty would probably prefer that… Hmm.”

With that, I felt myself get stiff again, and noticing that, she turned the shower water off, and a built-in blast of hot air dried us both off. She dragged me out of the shower by the cock, and it was clear by the distance that we were travelling that it was all the way to Her Majesty’s chambers.

Sperm Donor

My ears told me that we were in a bigger chamber, but clearly a warm place with many hangings to absorb the noise. I heard some murmuring from ahead of me, and then I felt another hand on my cock guiding me forward, and then two new hands cupping my ass cheeks, a body on each side of me. “Kneel on the bed”, a new voice said.

As I knelt down I felt legs curl against my legs behind me, The hands on my ass glided up my side guiding me forward. My cock shaft was pressed against a nice soft ass, and my hands brought forward to her sides.

A rock backwards to remove the softness, and then I was grabbed, and pushed forward, into Her Majesty’s pussy. She was clearly ready for me, and she pushed backwards and upwards and only seconds after I first entered the room, I had mounted her. Perhaps that verb tense is wrong: I had been mounted. As I pumped Her Majesty, the other two women in the room settled behind me, pressed their bodies against the cheeks of my ass. They both pressed me down, setting up a very fast rhythm. I could tell that their hands roamed widely, and with that my cock got harder and grew deeper.

Her Majesty seemed to appreciate the drilling she was receiving based upon the breathing I could hear. In only a few minutes I exploded with a moan. The ladies did not stop. They kept going, pressing every drop out of me. And then on a signal I didn’t hear, and couldn’t see, it was over as quickly as it had started.

After(noon)

After being led back to the anteroom, blindfolded and dripping girl goo, I was pushed into the shower, and left there. Jane told to clean up, and then left. I removed the blindfold, and washed myself. My cock was sore, and I felt like I needed a nap!

Someone had been in the anteroom when we were out and my clothing was not to be found. I found a lone garment, a Yellow Leather boxer with a zipper. I put them on, and finding myself exhausted, made use of the small bed in the room.

I was asleep instantly.