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!
I was asleep instantly.
