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.