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William

By: Nemasis Enforcer



By Gail Holmes & Nemasis Enforcer

"Time and tide awaits no man, that's what my father constantly told me, For God's sake what's a matter with you, here you are twenty one, and still a bloody virgin. Christ, William I'd lost my virginity years before I was your age. I can tell you, once you've tried sex there'll be no looking back"

At 50, William knew that old Bruce had had a few; and still he could pull, mind you he was a handsome man for his age, but then he didn't look it.

"I think its bashfulness; I just don't know what to say?"

"Come lad, I'll get you laid if it's the last thing I do, I'll set it up. Don't you worry none, the girl in question will know that you're out to fuck her, think no more of it!" Bruce smiled, "I suppose when you have the need; you take yourself in hand every now and again. I tell you there is nothing better than pussy; it really calms you down if you're tensed up. If God created anything better, he surely kept it to himself!" Bruce chuckled. "Tell you what; I'll arrange something for the weekend, it's only a couple of days off now, we'll go together, I've not been down to old Mary's in months, make a nice change. She owes me a favour anyway"

"Who's Mary?" William asked.

"Mary!" Bruce smiled. "She's a madam that I'm acquainted with; known her for years, could say we grew up together. She was a good lay then, but it's her tribe now, she only picks the best; youngun's at that, well in their twenties, that's young to me but there'd suit you down to the ground!"

"Madam, that's a form of pimp isn't it?"

"Catch on quick lad; yes she has a whore house other side of town"

"I couldn't go with a whore, don't know where they've been half the time" William supposed.

"Selective then are we; tell you one thing, you couldn't pick cleaner women than her girls. And they know how to give a guy a good time to!"

William made his way home on the Friday evening; he'd been to the nightclub, God there were some angels there; one of which he couldn't get out of his head, she was a really gorgeous; they'd chatted for what seemed hours, but he just didn't have the courage to invite her out, little did he recognize that she'd actually fancied him herself.

When he ultimately got into bed she was still on his mind; pulling the bedding to one side, he peered down observing his erect cock, slowly he moved his hand towards the stiff organ, holding it loosely within his fingers offering some form of comfort, it wasn't long before he sensed the need to massage it even harder; his mind now on the girl. God, if only she knew as to what he was doing, he thought to himself; little did he realize she was doing virtually the same thing, only she'd a soft dildo, not soft maybe, but firm, she was lying back her eyes closed, holding the dildo with finger and thumb, viciously forcing up inside herself, but in her mind it was his cock, well as she visualized it, in her mind it was thick and strong, it's head mauve in colour. She hadn't realised he was virgin, perhaps just playing hard to get.

William met Bruce as arranged, he was still uncertain of himself.

"What if she doesn't take to me?" He quizzed as they walked up the steps to large house.

"Fear you not lad; she'll be willing to go once she knows you fancy her!"

"How will she know that pray?"

"Just you tell which of them you take a liking to, then leave the rest to me," Bruce said ushering him into the door as it opened.

"What a nice surprise!" William's friend Mary smiled holding the door wide allowing them both in.

"This err' is young William whom I spoke of; I'm sure you have something to entertain him?"

"We surely do; what would you like to drink then? I'll get the girls down then he can make his choice to whom he'd like to spend time with" Mary smiled toward William offering him a seat.

"Couple of beers if you don't mind, they'll do fine" Bruce responded, walking toward the window and looking out.

"You won't believe the talent Mary has here bless her, you'll be stuck for choice once you see them?" He declared without turning from the window.

"Still don't know if I'm doing the right thing, I really don't know where to start!" William implied, watching the doorway as he heard noises outside.

"You just tell me which one you consider!"

"Consider?"

"Consider you'd like to fuck! Come on William where are you, this is going to be your big day. After today, you'll be able to fuck whatever takes your preference. The amount of females out there just waiting for you to fuck them"

William made no response; suddenly he was lost for words as the girls came into the room, followed by Mary. All were dressed in short mini-skirts with open front blouses, a hornier sight he couldn't have wished for.

"Here we go then; two nice cool beers!" Mary smiled as she pushed her way through the girls. "No you stay sitting young man," She told William taking one of the glasses of the tray handing it to him.

"My your stock gets better!" Bruce implied looking at the girls as he took he's glass from her. Watching as they milled past William, flaunting themselves their dress being sufficient to turn any man on.

"I can see you've not misplaced your craving for the young set then?" Mary grinned toward Bruce, who had now sat down for a better view of their legs.

"That's what I'm here for!" He mused his eyes glued on the girls. 

Two of the girls each sat aside of William on the large sofa; mutually knowing he'd taken a desire to them, one thing about women they have the inner sense when it come to aspiration within a mans eyes. 

William lifted his glass to his mouth as to take a sip, feeling somewhat embarrassed by the suddenness of the girls movements, that was until one took it from his hand; placing it onto the table to the front of them. 

"Later!" she smiled.

Bruce had not missed out on the array of females so scantily dressed, one was now sitting on his lap, hugging Bruce around the neck; he pulled her to his ear, whispering something that only she could hear. The girl looked up toward William, smiling she opened her legs but only slightly, but it was enough for him to see the delicate underwear she was revealing to him. One of Williams's girls started undoing his flies, it wasn't before time either, his cock launched its self like a jack-in-the-box, immediately she took it into her hand, the other girl got down onto the floor sitting in front of him watching every move her friend made with his cock. Suddenly she went down on him; William threw himself back into the sofa, the sensations of her gobbling sent his body into seizure, never had he experienced anything like it.

The girl on the floor was now removing his jeans pulling them down over his feet. From the waist downwards he was now naked. He felt somewhat exposed; nevertheless his mind was elsewhere. He casually looked across toward Bruce, who's hand was now up between the girl's legs tugging at her silky white panties, he caught a glimpse of the pubic hair, abruptly Bruce's fingers vanished inside. The girl was kissing him passionately as if his fingers had willed her to surrender.

Both girls were now sucking Williams's cock in turn, the sensitivity was extraordinary; he looked down at the two bobbing heads in his lap. He was certain at this rate he'd cum; the girls who was sitting next to him climbed over his body striding his lower torso, she lifted her skirt as if to show him her bits, after seeing as to what Bruce had done, as did he; his hand cupped her pussy area over her panties. The girl looked into his eyes

"Go on, it's yours!" She grinned, and then leaning forward kissed him soothingly on the lips.

This seemed to have a considerable effect on him; his fingers were now delving to the side of her panties, the soft skin and puffiness of her pussy, sent tremors through his body. As the girl started to lower, the other still sitting on the floor took hold of his cock guiding it to the descending pussy. William eased himself back into the sofa; the sensation of her pussy on the end of his helmet was orgasmic.

"Jesus!" He exclaimed, catching his breath.

Gradually the girl sunk her pussy over his cock until it was fully immersed within; leisurely she started to rise and fall. The girl on the floor now got up sitting beside him, whilst her friend with hands on his shoulders started to fuck him in intensely. William clasped her waist lifting his hips to her movements. Her friend reached between them lifting the skirt revealing the erotic sight of his cock thumping up into her pussy.

Bruce looked across toward William, watching him in his moment of glory.

"Well lad, what do you think?" He grinned.

William shut his eyes then shook his head. "Never, ever would I have surmised it would be anything like this!" 

The girl's friend had now got off the settee and was removing her clothing. William watched, as her body became reality, never had he seen a nude female only in pictures.

The girl on his lap leaned forwards kissing him in a gently manner, and then stepped to one side whilst her friend moved into her place. It was a lovely sensation, from a wet and moist pussy to a moist but tight one. William reached up cupping his hands over her breasts, then kissing them individually.

This was certainly a new experience to William; by no means had he ever became aware of feelings such as this with his hand, it was a new height to his awareness of the female form. It was sensational, hard to explain, with one's hand you can only cover so much of your cock he thought, but this, this was captivating his whole cock in one go, the two sensations we're worlds apart. Abruptly the girl's body seemed to freeze up, she slumped over his shoulder, her breathing somewhat heavy. William tried to lift his hips, but he was locked solid.

She eased herself back off his shoulder and gave him a peck on the cheek. "How d'you do that, it was breathtaking!" She murmured as if still not altogether having her wits about her.

"What did I do?" William questioned, not quite understanding as to the quandary 

"Hell I don't know; but you certainly knocked me off my perch" The girl sounded exhausted.

William's cock was still deep inside her as she turned back to her friend.

"You'd better take over now Emma, I'm totally bushed. God, nobody has left me this exhausted, he's drained me!"

Emma stepped forward as Ellie strained to lift herself off of his proud cock. 

"I hope I didn't hurt you in any way?" William informed her.

"Hurt! No way did you do that, but that's some cock you have there, never has anybody given me so much exhilaration, it was shattering"

Once again his was subjected to a moist but tight pussy, and he'd only left fucking her about ten minutes ago. He couldn't make out for the life of him as to what he'd done to Ellie. Emma lowered, unhurriedly still wondering what he'd done to her friend, his cock felt good to her, she continued to fuck him, however she was anticipating something happening like it had to Emma, She rode him hard all the way up; thumping her pussy down hard, assuring it was fully inside her. William's cock sensed every ripple inside her pussy, it was like walking in heaven, and he was in a dream world of his own. He was glad that he'd got Ellie back; after all she did take his virginity. Unexpectedly he sensed the expected, but he'd have sooner have liked to carry on but his heart was pumping he knew he was about to cum. However, he was not in control, Ellie was, he could only lift up to her, the chances of him pulling out, were slim. Ellie sensed the fullness of his cock she knew his seed was on its way; William let out a loud gasp as he came. She held her pussy down onto his cock giving him the real experience of the swelling within her pussy. He sat pushing himself upright, placing his arms around her.

"God, that was a magnificent experience, it felt really excellent!" He told her as he slumped back against the sofa.

As Ellie lifted herself from him, there was a thick dribble of his cum hanging from her pussy. One of the girls rushed forward going down in front of her; William was amazed to see her actually licking the cum out of Ellie's pussy.

Mary noticed his expression "We waste nothing here young man! It's all part of the service, always cleaning up after us" She smiled.

William twisted toward Bruce; he'd a girl on her knees in a chair, fucking her like there was no tomorrow, the noise she was making made him wonder if he'd done the right thing, still, he did come here to get fucked, and he'd genuinely enjoy it. After he'd replaced his clothing he picked up his glass and sat down watching Bruce. The girl was nearly screaming now, he was really driving into her; suddenly he humped his cock in deep and blew his load with a loud moan. The poor girl nearly collapsed in the chair after he'd pulled out. He swung around, he's cock swung to and fro.

"Is there any more beer Mary!" He inquired without any form of shame, with his cock flopping around.

"Coming right up" She replied, leaving the room.

"Well lad; did you enjoy it?" 

William felt somewhat humiliated by him keep calling him either lad or son, certainly the girls found it amusing as they started to giggle.

"I certainly did, we all have our first time with everything!" He replied; this seemed to quell the giggling to an extent.

"And what's more he's very good at it!" Emma smiled. "Never ever have I had an orgasm such as he gave me, lessons could be learnt from him?"

Poor Bruce didn't know what to say; for a girl to say such a thing to him knocked him for six. He did speculate if he'd done the right thing bringing him here in the first place, perhaps the lad wasn't as naive as he originally thought. 

When they'd both left Mary's; Emma gave William a nice kiss on the cheek. "You will come back won't you" She requested.

"Made quite a name for yourself by all accounts; though you were suppose to be a bloody virgin?"

William didn't really need this, he still didn't know as to what he'd done to make the girl applaud him; after all she was doing all the work.

"I was; I can assure you of that, whatever happened she did it herself, I haven't a clue as to what could have occurred?"

"Well you certainly made me look a fool, I've been at it for years my boy!"

"There is no way I would have done anything to upset you; I would however appreciate it if you'd stop calling me boy and lad, I find it can be embarrassing at times!"

The following week went by, Bruce didn't have a lot to say about Mary's place, and William didn't think he'd be going again, well not with Bruce anyway. He'd only wished he could remember what had happened with Emma; but it did spur him to go to the nightclub the following Friday night in the hope of finding the girl again, now he'd lost his virginity, he felt more secure, at least he knew what it was all about now.

The club was extremely busy, she never turned up until 9.30 even then she seem to give him the cold shoulder, he could only assume that she'd supposed he'd given her the brush off the Friday before. Even then he felt that if he had made a date he'd have let the side down. Finally she succumbed to him, but it was quite late, her name was Angie she was a very pretty girl, quite tall, slim but an hourglass of a figure with ash blonde hair down to the middle of her back, William didn't think he'd a chance with her. They did two or three dances together before the end of the evening.

"Do you have lift home?" William asked her as they made for the club exit.

"No, I live on the outskirts of town"

"With your parents?" William inquired.

"No, have my own flat, it's quite nice, would you like to stop by for a coffee?"

"Sounds great to me, we'll get a taxi if you like?"

"Sooner walk if that's okay with you, it's a nice night and I feel quite warm after being in the club" Angie took his arm as they started to walk.

It took around twenty minutes to walk to Angie's home, it was in a nice area of the town, William realised the she must be an influential girl as the property was well up-market, she must have a good job with excellent pay to afford to live in this neighbourhood.

"What do you do for a living?" William asked as they entered the flat.

"I have my own business, in Keep Fit!" Angie smiled. "This is a lovely flat, it must cost you a fortune?"

"Well it's my Dad's really, he's the one with the money. Here let me take your coat!" After William had removed his jacket, Angie hung it in the small reception area. "D'you prefer coffee or would you like a proper drink, I even have beer should you wish?" 

"Beer would suit me fine"

When they entered the lounge it took Williams breath back, everything seemed brand-new, and everything was so spotlessly clean.

"You live here alone?" 

"I suppose you could say that, except for Mr. Ollie that is" She smiled.

"Mr. Ollie?"

"He's my cat, he's still out by the way...I'll shall have to call him in; I must take a shower now, that club make you feel so uncomfortable with its heat. Please help yourself to a beer, you'll find them in the cooler behind the bar over there!" Angie pointed to a small bar set into the corner of the room. "Put some music on, I shouldn't be to long, smoke if you want to"

"I don't!" William smiled as she left the room.

He collected a beer then sat down on the settee with a handful of CD's he'd collect from the music centre. It certainly was a spacious flat, and the pile on the carpet was knee deep. He wondered what her father must do to afford a place like this. After selecting three CD's he then put them in the music centre.

"My I like you're selection, we're not to far apart there!" Angie laughed as she came back into the lounge in just a dressing gown. "Sorry if I've taken to long, like another beer?"

William looked up as she stood in front of him, sexy wasn't the right word for her. "Fine I'll get it, can I get you something?" he suggested looking back as he made his way to the bar.

"Just an orange with ice if you wouldn't mind" she replied with a smile could melt any mans heart.

"Nothing stronger?"

"No, I only drink juices, sorry I'm such a bore aren't I!"

William smiled back to her. "Not at all; you have whatever suits you"

Angie moved to one side as William brought the drinks back, leaving very little room for him to sit. It was obvious that she intended to be close when he did sit. He was in a quandary; he really didn't know where to start, he knew she wanted him as he did her, but you don't just jump into sex, well he wouldn't have thought so, he'd tried to get the low down on the technique from Bruce, but after being at Mary's he'd spoken very little about sex.

"You look lost?" Angie grinned up to him as he stood holding the glasses. "Come on sit yourself down"

She took her glass from him; tapping the cushion beside her, but still never moved. William virtually wriggled in beside her.

"I would say you're a mite shy?" She smiled holding her glass out toward him, "Cheers" 

"Cheers!" William replied with a grin, "You're right; yes I am shy to a extent.

Angie reached for his hand; taking it into her own, "I think you're cute" 

"Funny I was thinking the same; of you I mean" He smiled.

Angie moved her hand down onto her leg taking his with it.

William's stomach flipped as he felt Angie's hand pull his onto her thigh. He remembered back to when he had first seen her in the club, she was so good looking and he wanted so bad to go and talk to her, even bring her home with him but he hadn't the nerve to do it.

Now here they were, on her sofa, his hand caressing her inner thigh as she smiled to him, her eyes bright and inviting.

Angie's mind went to the same night, the night she had gone home and masturbated thinking of the cute guy in the club, he was so nice and she wanted him, now she had him and he wasn't going to get away from her, not this time.


William



William

He sat in the sun wearing a dark blue hat with red letters that read, "I'm 99." He sat in silence, staring at some distant place or perhaps some microscopic spot on the wall. I turned and looked, to see what might have caught his gaze, but couldn't find anything of interest.

I looked back at him, his eyes were dark, an almost hollow black. They sparkled in the light as though slightly glazed. His white hair accented his dark eyes and dark blue hat. His face was lined and worn, but he still looked younger than his age.

He waited, sitting alone in his wheelchair, he waited at the table for dinner. Others sat near him, but each remained alone in their own silent world. Some shared his gaze, looking so intently for something somewhere.

He carefully hung his hat on the side of his wheelchair as dinner arrived. He tasted the pureed turkey or mashed potato and carefully put down his spoon. He put his hat back on and spoke: "Don't mind me, just shading the sun."

I glanced over at him, but he was gone, lost in that distant stare. As dinner was cleared away, his barely touched, he didn't move or speak, and his eyes barely blinked. I wondered what he thought, what he felt.

"For Christ's sakes, I'm ninety-nine! Doesn't anybody give a damn?" he suddenly shouted.

I wanted to say something, but he was gone again. I looked around, but everyone just looked away. I wondered, was it his birthday? Could that be why he cried out his age like that? The staff pretty much ignored him, beyond dropping his tray of dinner in front of him, leading him to the bathroom and helping him into bed each night he was treated like most everyone else, with neglect.

I whispered to myself, “There must be something more, something I can do.” I’d been there to visit my great-grandmother, but she had been led to her room for her nap and I had nothing to do but wait for her to wake up. I decided to act.

I took a peek into his room and found it empty. I walked back into the day room and sat down next to him. He just stared at the wall, as if memorizing each nuance of texture in the paint.

“Hello William, I’m Marion,” I said, taking his hand and shaking it.

He looked at me with glassy eyes and whispered, “Excuse my hat, the sun gets in my eyes.”

“Would you like to go somewhere it’s not as bright?”

“The sun is bright.”

“What if I took you back to your room?” I asked.

“It’s darker there.”

“Okay, we will go there okay?”

He nodded and I walked around and gripped the wheelchair. Pushing once, it didn’t move. I reached down and released the brake and tried again. It moved easily. William seemed light as a feather as the chair glided down the hall, and past the nurse engrossed in some novel.

“Here we are,” I whispered, wheeling the chair into his room. Moving into a corner where we couldn’t be observed from the corridor, I set the brake and moved around in front of him. “Can I take off your hat?”

He nodded, so I removed his hat and placed it neatly on his bed. His eyes followed me as I moved, so I knew he was still with me. I turned to face him and paused, pondering if I really wanted to do this. I looked at the bed and read the lettering on his hat: “I’m 99.” I immediately unbuttoned my blouse and guided his hands to my breasts. They gently cupped them, the fingers moving slowly over the lace edges of the bra.

I paused, waiting for a signal of some sort from him. The light squeeze he gave them convinced me to continue. I removed my blouse and unfastened the bra, placing both on the bed next to his hat. I moved closer to him, lifting one of my breasts to his mouth. He immediately began running his tongue over my nipple and then moved his lips tight to me and sucked.

I reached my hand down between his legs and to my surprise I found he was erect. Ninety-nine and still able to get hard, I was impressed. I moved my breast from his mouth and kneeled down in front of him. He watched intently as I unfastened his pants and unzipped the zipper. I was a bit concerned he might be wearing an adult diaper, but fortunately he wore a pair of boxer shorts.

I carefully moved my hand into his shorts and freed his erection. I caught his scent, it was earthy, without any tinge of urine, certainly a bit of a turn on. I watched him watch me as I slowly began stroking him. I could feel his body tremble at my touch, but his shaft remained rock hard. I leaned my head forward and took him into my mouth.

Again a pleasant surprise as I tasted him, it was certainly as good as the few much younger men I have done this with. I curled my tongue around him as my mouth began moving up and down. My right hand wrapped around his shaft and stroked him, while my left hand rubbed his balls. Looking up at him, I could see him staring down at me.

I continued, pausing my motion over the head to suck him hard. My hand continued stroking him, increasing in tempo as he began to moan. I caressed his balls, feeling them tumble around the loose sac as he began to move his hips. His movement was restrained, he was not strong enough to stand on his own so any thrusting was minimal, but I loved the way he did move.

Feeling him getting close, I once again moved my mouth up and down his shaft as my hand continued its stoking. In just a few moments he moaned again and I felt a deep twitching in his cock. There were several small splashes of cum, a bitter tasting, but not as thick as normal liquid. Although bitter, the light consistency of his semen made it very easy to swallow, which I did, savoring the sensation and the thought.

Looking up to his face, I noticed his eyes were closed, but he was smiling. I stood back up, leaned my face to him and I kissed his lips. He opened his eyes and stared into mine. As I pulled away slowly he whispered, “Thank you.”

I smiled and said, “Well I better get you back to the day room before someone misses you.”

I unlocked the brake and wheeled the chair out into the corridor and then into the day room. I set the brake and walked around and looked at him again. He looked up at me and said, “I’m 99.”

“I know William,” I replied.

“It’s my birthday.”

“Well happy birthday.”

“I’m 99.”

“Yes, I know William,” I said sitting in a chair facing him. I watched as his eyes closed and he fell asleep, wondering if he would remember anything that happened. 



William



I worked for a large, International Corporation. Well, international, only because we had an office in Toronto, Canada. Other than that, we covered the fifty states. I was an attorney in the legal department, based out of Philly.

Our CEO liked to hold a conference, every other year, so we could "bond" as a corporation, and get to know each other, as well as brainstorm new ideas, marketing strategies.

I wasn't terribly keen on the concept, I would have preferred to stay home with my wife and two young children, rather than spend a week on retreat.

This year, we were all off to Syracuse, for essentially a week, to do the corporate thing.

William was my counterpart, based out of Toronto. I had never met him, but we had talked considerably over the last 18 months that he'd been employed by our firm, as well as conversing via numerous texts and emails.

As we seemed to get along well, based on our conversations, texts, and emails, we agreed, William and I, that we would room together for the conference. We were all put up by the company bean counters in twos, so we decided that rather than ending up randomly paired with someone, we'd room together.

I drove the distance to Syracuse, instead of flying, I am not too crazy about commercial flying, being a private pilot myself, I recognize some of the movements of commercial craft that make you wonder..., and besides, for the short distance, with checking in early, TSF checks, it was almost faster to drive, plus, when I was there, I wouldn't be tethered to the hotel. Upon arrival, I parked out front, and went in to check in. Turns out, William was also just checking in.

We shook hands, having just met face to face for the first time, and I went to park my car and bring my bags up, while William went on ahead to out room.

Getting my bags out of the trunk, I made my way upstairs. I used the card key to enter our room, and immediately noticed two things. First, the room was nice. Second, William was changing his clothes, I opened the door and got a full frontal look at him. Now, guys can lie, or deny it, but we all look at each other's penis. It's true. 

I am definitely not into guys, but William seemed to be built pretty well, and he had a decent sized penis. 

I immediately averted my eyes, but William caught me. He had the courtesy to turn away, and not say anything. 

"Sorry" I said, then noticed the biggest problem.

Instead of two beds, there was only a single queen sized bed in the room.

William said "No problem, but you see the sleeping arrangements? I called the desk, they said they were sorry, but the place is booked full, they will let us know if another room opens up."

"Ohhh man. Okay, well, not that big a problem, we'll survive, I guess." I responded.

William finished dressing while I put my bags onto the other side of the bed. 

The conference didn't start until the next day, so we decided to hit the restaurant, have dinner, and get to know each other, as we'd only really ever discussed business in our phone calls and emails over the last year or so.

I turned my back on William as I stripped off the clothes I'd worn on the drive up. I turned slightly to grab a shirt to put on, out of the corner of my eye, I saw William, he looked like he was looking at my ass. His eyes were cast downward, the only thing there was my naked ass and legs.

Now, to be fair, William has a better body than I do, not that I'm into guys, but while he wasn't a muscle bound stud, it was obvious he worked out pretty regularly. Me, on the other hand, could best be described as not fat, but out of shape. I was straight, but it didn't bother me that William had checked out my ass. I mean, I checked his junk, right?

We went downstairs, had dinner, followed by drinks. Probably more than we should have. We didn't get drunk, but had enough to lower inhibitions, probably said more than was proper for business associates to say to each other.

We were both married, both had children. We were about the same age, with me being a couple years senior. Like many who attend conventions, it didn't take long before we were checking out the women in the bar. Probably many were attending our meetings, I did recognize a few, and pointed them out to William. Over in one corner, two guys were at a table, leaning in toward each other as if having an intimate conversation, smiling at each other, oblivious to everyone else around them.

William nodded towards them, "What do you think? Two queers over there?"

I turned my head, trying to not be too conspicuous, and noticed that one was definitely from our company, I never met him, but recognized him from previous meetings. "Could be, certainly something is going on with them. Doesn't look quite normal does it?" 

We carried on with our banter back and forth, until a short time later, the two guys in the corner got up, brushed by us on the way out. William turned to watch them go, as did I, we both noticed that as they walked out through the doorway into the hall, they both joined hands.

"Looks like someone got lucky." William snickered.

"Jealous?" I countered, "Wish it was you who hooked up with one of those guys?"

William suddenly looked embarrassed. "Na..N..No, not me, I ain't homosexual. I'm married" His cheeks were red. "Why? You into guys?" He shot back at me, probably trying to redden my cheeks a bit.

"No, not in a while" I answered, "I'm straight too." Not realizing my faux pas.

"Sooooo. You have played with guys?"

Realizing my slip, I responded, "Look, don't get weirded out or anything, but yes, I had a friend, we used to jerk each other off, once in a while. We never fucked, or kissed, but he moved away."

William came back with "So, if he hadn't moved away, something more would have happened? Did you guys ever suck each other?"

I couldn't believe we were having this conversation. Especially in a bar, where others could hear us.

Compounding my previous slips I said "No, just a quick kiss on each other's cocks, as a dare."

That pretty much ended discussion on that topic. I guess we both finally decided that was too private for further talk, we changed topics and moved on, continuing to check out the girls. I thought.

Around 10 P.M., we worked our way back to our room, wanting to be rested for tomorrow's meetings. It was going to be a long day.

Arriving back at our room, I turned on the television, probably more out of habit than anything else. A cop show was on, I sat on the edge of the bed to watch for a while.

William said he was going to shower, he went into the bathroom, I heard water running shortly thereafter.

I watched the cop show, forgetting William was even there, until I heard the bathroom door open, and he came into the room, covered by his bath towel. 

I thought it was a good idea to shower also, so we could get to our meetings on time in the morning without rushing around. I went into the bathroom, stripped and began my shower. Surprisingly, I had plenty of hot water, and relaxed under the warm spray. As I soaped myself, my cock got firm, I began to stroke it, then thought better of it, finished showering, and dried off. Brushing my teeth, combing my hair, I re-entered the bedroom. 

William was under the covers, a porn channel was on, instead of the cop show I'd been watching. 

He yanked his hand out from under the covers, his cheeks reddening. I noticed a tenting in the bedding.

Saying nothing, I went to my side of the bed, dropped my towel, and got under the covers nude, as this was the way I always slept, and, not realizing we were going to share a bed, and not just a room, I'd not brought any pajamas or sleepwear.

We both watched the porn for a short while, until I said I was going to try to sleep. William turned off the television, then the lights.

Sometime during the night, I woke up. Lying on my side in that moment of unawareness that people get when they wake in an unfamiliar setting, I tried to remember where I was, then I felt what had woke me. Something was lightly grazing my ass cheeks. 

Still not completely awake, I bolted wide awake, as I simultaneously realized where I was, and that what I felt was probably Williams cock rubbing against me as he slept.

I initially pulled away, only to find William trying to snuggle closer. It was then that he put his arms around me. I tried to gently remove his arm, which had the unintended consequence of him cuddling up against my back, his naked body pressed against mine, simultaneously allowing his rampant hard cock to slide into my ass crack, dangerously close to my ass hole.

My immediate reaction was to jerk my hips forward, pulling away from William. The reaction that I got from that maneuver resulted in his following me, still pressed against my backside, with him now thrusting gently, his cock sliding up and down my crack, the head of his cock grazing my hole, as he did.

It felt kinda good. WHAT?

Unsure what to do, I noticed that I was feeling wet in my ass crack. I reached behind myself, feeling my crack. As I did, Williams cock came into contact with my hand. A bolt of electricity shot through me, as I realized that I now held William's cock head in my hand, and, it felt like he was leaking a large amount of precum.

I pulled my hand away, and brought the palm of my hand to my face. Inhaling, I smelled the potent, sexy odor of his cum. I felt like such a slut. 

I licked my palm clean of his cum.

My cock, already hard, began to pulse with a stiffness I'd not felt in years. A warm flash of extreme horniness spread through my body. I was so fucking hot and horny, I thought I was going to go out of my mind. What was I to do? William was asleep, I was sure he didn't have any idea what he was doing, what it did to me. FUCK.

William had been asleep, up to the point that he felt his cock being caressed. Awakened from a sexy dream, he was somewhat disoriented as he felt a hand slowly masturbating him. He was hard. It felt good. 

But then he realized where he was, and who was stroking him.

He wanted to pull away, as he realized he was spooned up behind, not his wife, BUT ANOTHER GUY.

But it felt so good, and he had gone to bed horny, that he relaxed, and just decided to go with the flow, and see what developed.

I hadn't realized that William had woke up. I should have noticed the change in his breathing, but I was too engrossed with playing with his cock. I had reached back, and was stroking him, trying for another taste of his cum. 

Thinking with my small head, instead of my big head, I slowly turned over in his arms. Face to face, I looked at him, well, as much as I could in the darkness.

I slowly began sliding down his body, until his arm pulled away. 

I still stroked his cock. Held it. Felt the slipperiness at the tip. 

Finally, my face in front of his rock hard cock, the covers over my back, I moved so that my nose was almost touching the tip of his cock.

I inhaled. The delicious scent of his cum, leaking from his cock was like an aphrodisiac. I inhaled deeply.

I pulled back, opening my mouth wide. This was silly. This was dangerous, that which I was now contemplating. I was thinking of taking him into my mouth.

I had never sucked a cock. Well, back in school, kissing one in a boyish dare didn't count. What would William say? What would happen to my career if he told others about this? What about my wife and family?

I was so weak.

I descended upon him, inserting his cock into my mouth. I slowly closed my lips around the head of his cock, running my tongue gently and slowly around the head of his cock.

Tasting his delicious cum, direct from the source, I might have swooned. 

Without thinking, I sucked harder, trying to draw the sweet cream from his cock. 

I felt Williams hand on the back of my head.

I started to pull back, both from surprise, and embarrassment, but I felt pressure from his hand, pushing me back down on him.

"Don't stop. Please don't stop." He said.

Still somewhat unsure, I resumed sucking on him. I began a fucking motion with my head, each time taking him in a little deeper into my mouth.

His cock reached my throat. Afraid I was going to gag, I hesitated. 

William thrust, just a small amount, gently, urging me to continue. 

I pulled back, running my tongue around the head of his cock as I did so, getting it wet with my saliva, and slowly travelled back down the length of his cock, deeper and deeper, until my lips touched the base of his cock.

I paused relishing the fact that he was in my mouth, my throat. 

And I loved it.

I knew at that second, if he wished, I would do this for him anytime he wanted. This was HOT! I was on fire with the need to suck his cock, taste his cum, swallow all he had to offer me.

I again began fucking his cock with my mouth. Up and down, in and out, slowly, changing the pace of my in and out sucking, all the while swirling my tongue all around his cock. 

I moved one hand, and gently manipulated his balls, causing a whimpering sound from William, couple with a gentle thrusting of his hips. More precum leaked into my mouth.

I am not going to lie. I loved it, This, cock sucking, eating his cum.

I began to work harder at getting him to cum. I wanted my reward. A nice, big, warm, load in my mouth. The more, the merrier.

I could feel Williams's hands, both on the back of my head, holding me so I couldn't pull away.

As if.

I began to suck harder, tip to base, and back, repeating the motions, in an effort to draw his sweet, creamy goodness from his cock.

I WANTED HIS LOAD.

After a few more minutes, in which Willian began thrusting harder, more urgently, I heard him begin to moan. I knew he was close.

I was ready.

I felt his hands grab me harder, and thrust my face into his stomach. I felt the rise of his body as he pressed up against my face. He held me against him. Hard.

I was running out of air, when he pulled my head back slightly, and filled my mouth with his cum.

Still holding my head so that I couldn't pull away, the cum kept flowing from his cock. I swallowed once, twice, gulping it down in an effort to keep from choking on the sheer volume of cum pouring into my mouth. The third time his flow ceased, like turning off a faucet. 

I was happy that I could take his massive load without spilling or losing any. I loved the taste, the texture, the sheer nastiness of the act which I had just performed.

We stayed like that for a few moments, his hands on my head. His cock in my mouth. The wonderful flavor of his cum in my mouth.

Time to face the music. I pulled back so I could look at him.



William and I



I knocked lightly on the door to the conference room and I waited for a reply from inside. There was no sound. I knocked the door yet again and waited anxiously for any sound or movement from inside the room. I began to feel nervous and I could feel my heart beating faster and faster with the passing minute. I licked my lips anxiously and looked at my wristwatch and it showed 1 o'clock in the morning just as he had instructed me to. The door to the conference room suddenly opened automatically from the inside and I entered the huge room. I waited at the opening of the door as my eyes adjusted to the dim light inside the room and I could see him there. My heart skipped a beat and my body trembled with the prospect of things to come. He simply sat there motionless, and I could only hear my uneven breathing. I waited for quite sometime and until I could not stand it anymore.

"William? Do you want me?" I asked him and my voice was quivering with lust.

He did not utter a single word but the air in the conference room was laden with the lust that was building between the man sitting at the head of the huge black table and me. My dark brown eyes penetrated into William's hazel ones and we both realized how we really wanted each other. William's breathing had become more labored and yet he stayed immobile simply staring at me as I was standing in front of him. At 5 feet 4 inches, I was too small in comparison to his 6 feet 5 inch stature. My small waist was enhanced by a black belt while my ample tits made my tiny waist looked much much tiny than it really was. I wore the clothes and shoes that he had instructed me to wear and I hoped that William would be pleased. Red short miniskirt, red 5-inch stilettos and a black satin blouse that was wrapping my body like a second skin. My raven-black hair was tied in a ponytail and it was dangling behind my back.

William continued twiddling the pen in his hands moving it incessantly with his long fingers. Still, I stood waiting in the conference room with the door now closed behind my back. I swallowed a lump that was forming in my throat, as I did not know what William wanted me to do. I exhaled my breath too loudly and it seemed to echo in the conference room. William unexpectedly raised himself from his chair and walked unhurriedly towards me and I could hear my heart beating faster and faster. He stopped looking down at me and held my small shoulders. His big strong hands enveloped my shoulders and he began massaging them. I was becoming slightly flustered yet I felt very relaxed as he massaged me.

He stopped and moved behind me and I could feel the warmth from his body radiating from him on my back. He softly pulled my small body backwards and I sucked my breath when my back rested on his body. He wrapped my body with his big warm hands and I felt extremely small and fragile in his embrace. He had to hunch forward to embrace me, as he was towering me. His head was on my right neck nuzzling me and I bent my head to the left to give his access of my neck. I whimpered the moment William licked and nibbled on it. I then realized that one of his hands had moved to my hair and it was untying the ponytail and when it came undone; my black tresses fell on my body.

"You know that I don't like your hair like that!" 

He brought a handful of my hair to his face and inhaled the scent of me and William then continued trailing his kisses on my neck and I felt him unbuttoning my blouse and I moaned when one of his hand squeezed my tit in my push up bra. My nipple instantaneously puckered with his administration. He kneaded and tweaked my tits and my nipples while I could feel my pussy starting to drip my juices while my knees buckled with the pleasure that he created on my tits.

"I want you...forever," he said hoarsely as he resumed massaging my tits and nuzzling my neck.

His hand on my waist went lower and I gasped when I could feel his warm large hand on my left inner thigh lifting the red miniskirt that I was wearing. His hand went upward while rubbing and molding my thigh nearing my already sopping pussy. William hands were on my tits and on my mound; and when he intensified his treatment on them, I trashed in his embrace. He then abruptly let me go and turned my body around, lifted my small body on the huge table while pushing my miniskirt up baring my groin and legs to him. His hands quickly pulled down my red lacy panties and it lay rested on the carpeted floor on the conference room. William then used his hands to push me backwards and I lay on the table with my legs dangling with my red stilettos. 

William then moved between my legs, undid his belt and unzipped his pants. As I lay on the table, I was eyeing his thick pulsating cock that he was holding just inches from the wet opening of my pussy. He rubbed my mound with his right hand and I moved my hip, relishing the pleasure he created. He inserted his finger into my depth and I raised my hip involuntarily. He unhurriedly withdrew his finger and yet again thrust it again into my pussy. I exhaled and inhaled my breath aloud with every delight created by William's long finger in my tight canal. While he moved his finger on me, his hand on his cock jerked and tugged on his swollen member. My eyes were glued on his cock even though his finger gave me much bliss, because I knew how much I wanted his cock; and I too knew how his cock would bring me much contentment.

"Please William...fill me with your...cock." I begged on the table in the conference room, as I could not bear the torment created by him.

William gave me the sweetest smile and withdrew his finger from my soaking depth; he then leisurely licked and sucked the finger that was covered with my juices. I whimpered and heaved a sigh of protest. I needed William to fuck my pussy and I knew that he was teasing me. He took his finger from his mouth and put it in my mouth and I suck his fingers greedily. I used both hands to pull his fingers into my mouth and sucked them hard. I reluctantly let his hand go when it went to my hip. He stopped all movements. My breathing was erratic; I looked into his hazy eyes that were staring into mine. After that, his hands held and gripped my hip tightly while I raised my hip waiting for his cock to fill my pussy, waiting, waiting with my legs spread for William to fill me with his cock. To my delight, he fucked deep into my sopping pussy in the end.

William's thick pulsating cock filled my pussy as he shoved and rammed into my dripping core again and again. Our ragged breathing filled up the dim conference room and I moaned with every thrust and every movement that he was making in me. I raised my hip and he shoved his cock; and I felt deliriously wonderful each time his cock stretched my pussy. He had moved his upper body lower and lower until I could feel his warm sweaty face on my damp neck. I turned my face towards him and opened my lips to kiss his opened mouth. He tasted delicious and I opened my mouth more devouring William's sweet lips and offering more of myself as well.

His hands that were gripping my hip had moved higher and now William's big strong arms were encircling my small delicate body bringing me tighter into his embrace while he incessantly slamming his cock into my pussy. The force of his movement escalated more and more as his grip on my young body too intensified. I frantically held his body as he fucked my pussy again and again. Under his warm damp body, I begged and moan for him as I felt my vaginal wall began to spasm with the prospect of my coming. William nuzzled my neck and licked it making me squirmed with delight. His hip moved violently as he too was nearing his climax. I thrashed and buckled on the big table while William continued to fill me with his engorged cock. We came together and I screamed his name while William groaned and grunted with his release. I gripped my legs tighter around him and I smiled feeling him as he spurted and shot his creamy cum inside my quivering vagina. I too held his head and brought his damp face to mine while raining him with light wet kisses. I kissed his cheeks, his chin, his eyebrows, his closed eyes and his warm lips. When I licked my lips, I could taste the salty taste of William. 

"Oh...baby...I miss you...so much." I said to him.

"Me...to...me to...." He said through his uneven breath.

Much later, William lifted me off the table, held my ass tight while I encircled my arms around his neck. He carried me to his chair at the head of the conference table and he sat on his chair with me straddling him now and his flaccid cock in my pussy still. I loved the feeling of his warm embrace, I pushed my body deeper, and his hands too were massaging my back softly and deliciously. I wanted more, I pushed my body slightly way from his body, and I started unbuttoning his shirt to reveal his magnificent hairy chest to me. I relished the feeling of his hairy on my damp face and I inhaled his scent ravenously while teasing his nipples with my naughty tongue.

"Oh...William! I can't get enough of you!" I whispered on his chest.

I could feel his hands on my back moved to my bare ass and he set out in massaging my ass instead. 

"I can't get enough of this...this...this...this...and of course THIS." As William uttered his words, he squeezed my ass hard, and kissed my lips, slithered his hand tweaked my nipple, nuzzled my neck and finally he moved his hip and slammed his semi-hard cock into my pussy. 

William's body buckled when I mischievously bit his nipple a little too hard and his deep lustful eyes gave me a warning. Still, I left his right nipple, licked his left nipple instead, and bit it hard too. He sucked his breath and looked at me with his eyes. I raised my body from him and exhaled a ragged breath as his now rock-hard cock from my pussy. He tried to stop me but he relented as I pouted lips and begged him. When my stilettos touched the floor, I turned my body and gave him my back and my ass. I took off my blouse and my bra. I was gloriously naked in front of William and my damp body glistened under the dim light. I sucked my breath as I felt his big hands on my ass, kneading and squeezing my globes. I bent my body forward on the table and spread my legs slightly. As my tits touched the cold surface of the table that morning in the conference room, I sighed when my nipples instantly puckered on the hard surface.

"I'm a very...very...bad girl William. Punish me." I said through my ragged breathing.

He raised himself from the chair and stood behind me, my pussy pumped its juices violently, and I could feel it dripped from my vulva to my pussy lips. His hands on my ass squeezed them roughly and then he spanked my ass hard. I cringed with the slight pain but my pussy leaked more and more juices. He spanked my ass the second time and the sound reverberated in the room while I hissed with the pleasure and pain caused by it. William then pulled my body from the table slightly making my tits now dangling and I used my small arms to hold the table. He slapped my ass the third time and I moaned while arching my body with the pain it caused me. 

"Fuck...me...please." I begged William.

I could feel his hands touching my ass and then rubbing my wet pussy. His fingers were grazing on my drenched pussy lips and a loud moan escaped from me as I pushed my pussy onto his fingers. His big strong fingers continued to unfold my pussy and I whimpered and moaned with the intense delight he brought upon me. William then grabbed my hip and rammed his cock in my sopping cunt. I held the table tightly with my hands, and every time William shoved his cock into my dripping sheath, he engulfed me with such tremendous pleasure. I could feel his right hand went lower and lower to where his cock was meeting my pussy and he massaged it and rubbed it. I moaned even louder with his ministration on my stretched clit. His left hand had moved higher and higher grasping my sweaty tits, squeezing and kneading them with such ferocity. 

I suddenly felt my feet were no longer touching the carpeted floor of the conference room. William had lifted my lithe small body to meet each of his thrust and he slammed again and again into my pussy. I could feel my vaginal wall contracting more and more creating and spreading the forceful promise of my release. 

"Yess...baby...oh...yess." I moaned whenever William filled me harder and deeper with his meat into my sopping canal.

William too groaned and grunted each time he thrust his cock into my small delicate body. I too noticed he increased his movement knowing that our coming was near. As he slammed my sweaty body yet again, our bodies moved forward making my body now sprawled on the table and my ass at the edge of the table now. He rammed his cock repeatedly into my pussy and I cringed as I felt the edge of the table biting into my soft skin. However, William's incessant thrusting distracted me from the pain. It was near, I moaned and moaned, and in the end, I screamed his name aloud in his conference room with him still thrusting relentless into my quivering soaking depth. He suddenly arched his back and spurted his creamy cum into my pussy filling up every inch of my vaginal wall with it. His damp arms encircled my sweaty abdomen and pumped more and more of his seeds into me. 

After a few moments, William took out his limp cock from my pussy and kissed my back and neck. I could also feel his warm tongue on my neck licking the salty taste from my body. He then pulled me off the table and suddenly I found myself sitting between his spread legs on his chair. I put my head on his still heaving chest and with his strong arms around my waist. I too was still gasping slightly from our climax and I loved it when I could hear his heartbeat from his warm hairy chest. I giggled when his long fingers tickled the side of my body and he too laughed when my hands tickled his upper thigh.

"William? Is your girlfriend around this weekend?"

"No."

"Your son?"

"He's at his mother's place."

"Can...can I come by your place? That if you...if you...want me to...or course."

"What do you think girl?"

*  * *

I was taking a shower at William's house that weekend and it was Saturday afternoon. William and I fucked three times that morning alone. Once, before we had breakfast with me straddling his big warm body on the bedroom floor. We had two more after breakfast. William fucked me on the kitchen counter; and another time with me on all four in the living room, while both of us were watching the news channel as he fucked me from behind. 

I sighed as the warm water trickled down my glistening body and I smiled when I stared at my dark brown nipples that puckered under the intensity of the water spurting from the showerhead. I tweaked them with my fingers and moaned as the pleasure surged through my body and made my pussy quivered. I turned my head as he opened the glass shower door and his eyes were raking my wet body greedily. He was already gloriously naked for my feasting eyes, and when he came under the shower, my hands were open welcoming him in my embrace. I simply hugged my William while resting my turned face just below his nipple enjoying the feeling of this big man's arms around me. He made me feel safe.

I felt his arm moved and I could see that he was holding a soapy sponge in his hand. He began to massage my back with the sponge and I sighed as I felt the strain on my back slowly dissolving. He massaged my sopping ass and again I moaned, but this time it was because of the pleasure that was forming deep in my core. He let the sponge fall from his hand and he was massaging my ass with his bare hands. He was carefully spreading my ass cheeks and I instinctively raised my left leg as his fingers rubbed and massaged my wet pussy from behind. He used his long arm and fingers to rub my pussy from behind and I moaned aloud when he inserted one finger into my vulva.

I felt my vaginal wall clasping on his finger and he quickly withdrew his finger to my disappointment. He raised his body and stared at my face while he pushed all the wet hair covering parts of my face. I wickedly gripped one of his fingers with my teeth, sucking and nibbling on his long finger until he laughed and pried my lips open to set his finger free. He then pinched my nose and his hands dropped my shoulder as he unhurriedly pushed my body back to the wall. He then knelt on the floor as his hands rested on my tiny waist.

"Look shorty... I want your pussy for lunch but my mouth is here...in front of your tits."

"Don't call me shorty William! It is just that you're far too tall!" I pouted my lips.

"You are 5 feet 4 inches! You are too short while I'm too tall!" his voice reverberated in the shower.

William gave me a naughty smile, and then he licked and sucked my right nipple; and I grabbed his head pulling him further onto my glistening tit. I arched my back and pushed my tit into his warm inviting mouth. I sighed and moaned as I felt his teeth grazing my right nipple and my vaginal wall began to pump my warm juices out from the opening of my pussy. I heaved a sigh as I felt his hand tweaking my clit and rubbing my wet pussy. He then moved his strong hands on my inner thighs and lifted my small body from the ground while spreading my lean petite legs wide. I was confused for a while but I smiled with satisfaction when William put my legs on either side of his head, on his muscular shoulders making my soaking pussy situated directly in front of his face. 

"Is your back okay on that wall?" he asked.

"Yes...I think...so." I answered deliriously from the anticipation of William eating my pussy not thinking at all about the wall behind me.

He grasped my ass tightly with his large hands and he began to suck and nibble on my pussy lips softly. I tried to grip his head with my thighs but he used his superior strength to overpower me as he held one of my thighs with his hands. He then sucked my juices from my sopping core, I trashed on the wall, and my moan and my whimper echoed in the shower room. He used his teeth to tease my clit and again I moaned with pleasure dripping more of my juices onto his mouth. He lapped the juices and drank them greedily while he continued to suck and nibble my cunt. 

"Oh...William!" I whispered his name as his tongue probed into my quivering vulva.

I buckled on the wall and pressed my pussy more and more towards his warm tongue. Each time he sucked and lapped my pussy, and every time he moved his tongue in my sopping sheath, I arched my back and shuddered even more violent. The pressure that was building in my core was overwhelming and I knew that my climax was near. William persistently shoved his tongue inside my pussy and I vigorously moved my pussy following the rhythm that was created by him. He moved his tongue harder and harder while sucking the relentless dripping of my juices. I screamed and moaned so loud in the chamber of the shower room when I came. He kept on sucking and drinking on my juices as I gasped and panted with my labored breath. My vaginal wall shuddered for quite sometime before the force of my climax subsided.

William gradually lifted my limp legs from his shoulder and I staggered to steady myself. His arms quickly held my small body for support and I fell on his body the moment his arms encircled my waist. I was still breathing hard with my face on his wet hairy chest and I closed my eyes savoring the water that was cascading on my body. He rose to his feet with me in his embrace. I suddenly felt his cock nudging my stomach and I opened my eyes and looked down at William's throbbing cock. It was thick and pulsating with William's lust for me, I licked my lips and my breathing became slightly shallow and deep with the blossoming of new lust for him. I raised my head and looked up into William's smoky hazel eyes and I tiptoed reaching for his head.




William and I



I kissed William ravenously and stretched my neck to kiss him deep in his honeyed warmth. I felt him moved as he turned off the shower and his arm came back pulling my body into his embrace. Again, his cock was touching me and I moved my body just to tease him a little bit more. Then, I left his mouth, looked mischievously into his eyes, brought my head towards his chest and bit hard on his right nipple. He yelped so loud and I tore myself from his embrace, dashed out of the shower room, and left him. I heard him called my name but I did not turn around because I knew he was chasing me. Both of us were wet, soaking, and naked and aroused when he came running down the stairs for me. I screamed and shrieked as I felt he was closing in on me. I was already heading to the kitchen when William's strong arms grabbed my body and I struggled to free my small body but it was futile. I was laughing and panting for breath as he hauled me on his shoulder and carried me back upstairs. 

"You...nasty...tease!" he said through ragged breath as he walked up the stairs.

He opened the door to his bedroom and walked to his big king-size bed. He lifted me in the air and chucked me onto the bed while I shrieked in delight. I was on my back, laughing and panting at the same time. He simply glared at me and then he pulled my ankle, flipped my body so that now my ass was facing him. I could stop laughing and giggling with my stomach on the bed. I felt William spreading my legs and touching my ass.

"You are going to pay!" he hissed behind me.

He slapped my ass so hard that I yelped in pain, but I still laughed at him. Again, the palm of his hand gave me another good spanking making me yelped and stopped my laughter. My eyes began to water with the tremendous pain on my young ass. I turned my head little by little towards him and I begged with my now watery dark brown eyes for him to stop. He was still glaring at me for biting him and I could see the indentations of my teeth on his right chest around his right nipple. I mouthed a silent 'I'm sorry' to him and bit my lower lip. He then slowly knelt between my legs, and he kissed and licked my sore and red ass delicately. Instantaneously my pussy began to quiver and pumped my juices. I could not help but sighed with pleasure.

His hands forced my ass cheeks to open and he found what he wanted. I quaked as I felt William's warm tongue licking my anus. He probed his tongue slightly into my hole and I raised my hip with delight. He replaced his tongue with his finger and I cringed with the invasion.

"Relax baby...yes...relax."

As my body relaxed to his finger, he slipped a little deeper into me. 

"Damn...you're so tight!" he hissed.

He then withdrew his finger from my anus and went lower into my pussy instead. He grasped and rubbed my pussy with his long fingers and used my juices on his fingers. Again, William slowly inserted his finger into my anus and he managed to insert nearly three-quarter of his middle finger into me. He moved his finger delicately, my body began adjusting to it, and pleasure began to seep into my system. My tits, thighs and pussy began to quiver tremble with pleasure. He then withdrew his finger, he positioned his cock at the opening of my sopping cunt and he thrust hard into my depth. As William moved his cock in my pussy, his continued to fill my anus with his fingers. He lifted my hip a little from the bed giving him an elevated entry into my wet pussy. One big hand was holding my abdomen with his cock filling my tight canal and another of his hand moving on my anus.

I felt an overpowering surge of ecstasy and delight as William fucked my pussy and my hole. I was flailing my arms behind me so that I could touch my beloved but the pleasure made me gripped the sheet underneath me instead. I was sweating and I was rasping for William to fuck my pussy and hole harder and deeper. I groaned when I could feel he inserted another finger into my anus and I buckled under him. Suddenly I could my thigh and my vaginal wall quivering and pulsating even more with the promise of my climax. He too noticed the building of our passionate and fervent coupling. William's groan and grunt were becoming louder and louder while his movement in my body was becoming more and more erratic. I too became violently feverish with my movement and my whimpering and moaning were more incensed.

"William!" I shrieked as I came while he grunted and slammed his cock deep in me when he reached his climax.

He gripped my hip tightly as he spurted his cum in me. He pumped his semen deep in my womanly depth ensuring that I would forever be his. I relished the feeling of his warm seeds in my small body and I smiled as he filled me up for the last time before rolling to my left and fell on the bed. He was sweating and his body was damp from our excursion. He was breathing hard and his body quaked with each labored breathing he took. After a while, he turned on his back, still gasping for air. His hairy chest heaved with his breathing. His flaccid cock lay there on his body, and it was covered with my juices and his own seeds.

I slowly raised my body, stared lovingly at my beloved William and studied the man who made me happy and sated. I pushed my hair back so that I could really look at him. I knew that he was a big man compared to my small stature, but I loved him. I simply loved every inch of the man named William. He suddenly turned his face towards me and smiled. I beamed at him and pulled my body closer to him. He opened his big left arm and I crawled into his warm soothing embrace. He pulled me on his body and I closed my eyes while listening to the thundering sound of his heart beat. My eyes suddenly were focused on the bite I gave him on his nipple. I trailed my fingers faintly on the mark.

"I'm sorry William." I said and kissed his nipple softly and affectionately.

"It's nothing...it is just a battle scar I that get from the sexual battle I have with you vixen!"

"I like it when you call me...vixen! It makes me feel sexy." I continued.

Both of us were silent for a while. Both were enjoying the warmth from each other's body.

Suddenly, William's cell phone rang and he picked it up.

"Hello? Hi darling. I'm at home...no...no I had lunch, don't worry."

"Sorry? Can you repeat that? Oh, okay. When? Alright...alright...pick you up in an hour?"

"Bye...yes...love you too." Then, he hung up.

I steeled my body on him and I tried my best not to show my feelings towards him every time his girlfriend would call him. His large hand began to massage my small body up and down my length. I knew that he could feel my frustration seeping through every pore of my body. I hugged him harder and pushed my face deeper on his warm chest. 

"I love you too...you know." I mumbled on his chest.

"What? I can't hear you dear."

I raised my head and said. "I said I love you too," before pushing my face on his chest again.

His chest rumbled as he laughed at my childish gesture and admitted, "I know...I know."

He pulled me up his big body with my head now nuzzling his neck, my tits sandwiched between my lithe body and his big strong one while pussy on his abdomen. His hand was tenderly squeezing my ass and massaging it behind my back.

"You have to go William." I whispered to his neck.

"I have to go too. Can't let people see me here." I continued.

He pulled my head slowly and we kissed unhurriedly. We simply tasted each other's warm lips and tongue. I sighed and smiled while kissing him. Then, I pushed myself up from him and moved from his bed.

"William, can you dress me...please baby?"

He raised himself from the bed and picked up all my clothes and underwear from the floor and on his dressing table. I simply stood there naked in the middle of his bedroom. First, he came to me with my light purple lacy push-up bra that had a hook at the front. He delicately raised my arms and the bra strap fell on my shoulders. He then pushed my left tit into the cup and he raised his twinkling hazel eyes into mine as he noticed that my nipples were pebbled-hard. He continued stuffing my right tit into the other cup and he let out a loud sigh when he clasped the hook of my bra. 

After that, it was my light purple lacy panties. He dangled the flimsy material with his fingers and walked towards me and his cock by now had increased in size and length. I lay myself at the edge of his bed and waited for him to put my panties on. His trembling hand held my leg and put it through the opening of the panties and he did the same with the other leg. My panties now were resting around my delicate ankle. He little by little pulled it up my lean legs. His eyes were hazy with lust and as he covered my mound with my panties, he purposely tugged on it and I could feel the material grazing and straining on my sensitive pussy. My juices began to flow. Still, we did not say anything to each other or acknowledge anything.

William found my white satin blouse. He then pulled my body from the bed so that I was standing now in front of him and I opened my arms as he slithered the material on my body. He buttoned my blouse and he could not help himself but brushed my nipple under the blouse with his knuckles. I closed my eyes and licked my lips. After that, he found my knee-length skirt. I held his shoulder and he slowly pulled the skirt up my legs. He turned my body around and zipped my skirt. Both of us were intoxicated with lust but both of us still did not say anything. I simply stood in front of William with my back to him and he too stood there behind me.

"I...I have to go William." I said hoarsely.

"I know darling...I know."

Without turning my head, I moved my right hand behind and found his cock that was already pulsating with lust. He groaned behind me. I wrapped my small fingers around his throbbing cock and he moaned again. My thumb brushed his pre-cum at the tip of his cock head. 

"This...is for your girlfriend William." I said before letting his cock go and walked slowly to the bedroom door.

"If...if you need me...you know where to find me." I whispered, looking at him while I lifted my thumb that was covered with his pre-cum into my lips and I sucked my thumb hard, before leaving my beloved William that day.

*  *  *

"Was your girlfriend happy that day?" I asked him.

"More than happy."

"Good! Now I have to punish you...for being late today!"

William came to my office a week after our meeting at his house. He promised to come by at 11 o'clock that night but he was 20 minutes late and I was going to punish him for his mistake. He was sitting on a wooden chair with his arm tied behind his back and his chest heaved with his breathing. He simply could not move his arms. I was standing facing him and gave him a wicked grin. 

That day I was wearing a low cut v-neck light green sweater and with my black push-up bra, he could easily see my cleavage when I bent my body. I was also wearing a dark green tight knee-length skirt that molded my supple small body, and with my 5-inch stilettos, I knew William loved the way I looked that night. 

"Baby...do you like what I wear today? I gave many men a hard-on today. They simply could not take their naughty eyes from my cleavage." I said.

I turned my body and bent forward, protruding my tight ass in the super tight skirt towards him.

"Do you like my ass William? Want to spank your little sluttish vixen?" I continued to goad him.

I then face my William again and spread my legs. I lifted the light green sweater off my body and chucked the blouse to my left. I noticed his eyes were focusing on my ample tits that were spilling from my push-up bra. I paced slowly towards him and bent my body forward with my right tit just inches from William's mouth.

"Do you like my tits? Want to taste it? Come on William...you know you want to."

I deliberately trailed my soft creamy tit on his face and the second William moved his head, I pulled my body away from, and he jerked his body in frustration. I giggled as I scampered far from him.

"Slut!" He spat.

"Oh...my...I am. Am I? But...I am your slut baby!" I said emphasizing on the word 'your' to him.

I took off my bra and my tits jingled as I yet again neared William. I could see he was beginning to perspire with my adventurous mission on him. I pinched and tweaked my nipples and moaned with the delight. I stretched my body and whimpered exaggeratedly making his hazel eyes stormed with lust and extreme annoyance. I gave him a very wicked grin with the acknowledgement. My pebble-hard nipples were his focus at that moment and I could not help myself but taunt him more.

I knelt between his legs and I unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. I pushed my hand into his pants and pulled out his thick cock. I lick the head lightly and he buckled on the chair. I then raised my body slightly and guided my left tit to his cock. With one hand, I held his cock, with another hand, I put my puckered left nipple on his cum hole, and he cursed above me as his body shook. I pushed my nipple harder on his cum hole and he groaned loud. I lowered my head and kissed William's cock lightly all over its length. I held his cock in my small hand; I sucked and licked the based of his cock and his hip involuntarily moved. Then, I lapped and licked his balls making him trashed on the wooden chair. I used my teeth to softly nibble on his balls and that too made William groaned even more. Feeling that I had him nearly half-mad with me, I raised myself up from the floor unexpectedly and moved away from him little by little. His cock was pumping more and more blood for me even more and that made me more lustful than I hade ever been in my life.

Between his legs, I unzipped my skirt and wiggled my body out of it feeling so happy when his eyes dilated with the movement of my tits. I stroke my mound from outside the lacy material and I rubbed my mound hard. I slowly raised my palm to my face and methodically licking my own juices from it. I licked and lapped my palm, purred and sighed with delight. I then pulled my panties down exposing my soaking cunt to my beloved William and put the wet panties in the pocket of his shirt. 

Then, I lowered my body and pulled his pants off his legs and I pulled his boxers from him. His cock was magnificently pulsating for my eyes. I lifted my left leg and straddled his right thigh meshing slowly my sopping pussy on his thigh. He hissed with the contact and I could see how William was extremely enveloped with lust for me. Both of my hands were clinging on the material of his shirt when I initiated the movement on his thigh. I gripped my thighs and ground my pussy on him and it created such tremendous pleasure on my dripping pussy. My pussy lips and my clit were grazing his thigh and I started to moan and whimper with delight. I could feel William tugging his tied arms behind him, and he too was burning with the longing and craving for lust.

I could not control myself, brought my left hand to my pussy, and rubbed it. William was now sweating profusely, his breathing was labored while his hip buckled on its own accord each time I moved on his thigh. I inserted two of my fingers into my pussy and I arched my back enjoying the delightful feeling they gave to me. With my fingers in my wet sheath and his thigh under me, I gripped it tight and moved my body. I was masturbating on William's thigh and he too moved his hip with his carnal sexual need. I amplified the movement of my hip and gripped my pussy tighter. I felt the pleasure building deep in my thighs first and it spread to my vaginal wall and throughout my damp body. I groaned and buckled on his thigh as I came. I was spurting my own juices on my fingers and on his thigh. It was a magnificent feeling. Then, I raised my head and stared at my beloved.

I could see fiery lust in his hazel eyes and I felt a tinge of guilt and fear for this man. I swallowed hard thinking that I had pushed William too far. Still gasping for air, my knees buckled when I tried to stand and I had to clutch on his body for support. My face merely inches from the face of his glorious man. His cock was still thick, big and pulsating. Again, I swallowed the lump in my throat and licked my lips nervously. I hugged William tightly first. After that, I rained wet kisses on his face, temple and neck. I then bent forward reaching for his tied arms behind him. I tugged on the rope a few times and in the end, his hands were finally free. I pulled myself back and took two tiny shaky steps back as I lowered my head staring at my small feet not daring to look at him.

My body trembled violently with my own lust for this man and the anxiety that had gripped my heart. He slowly stood up in front of me and I turned my face to my left. We were so close and I was shaking even more. He simply stood there, saying nothing and I felt smaller and smaller as he stared at me. I was blushing from the roots of my hair to the toes of my feet. I felt hopeless and intimidated by this man. 

"Take off your stilettos." He ordered.

My small hands shook as I took off my 5-inch stilettos. William bent down, took the shoes from the floor and tossed them behind me and I could hear the thuds made by my shoes on the wooden door of my office. I felt minuscule standing in front of my beloved William who was towering me with his 6 feet 5 inches of pure manliness. My small 5 feet 4 inches frame shuddered with the desire for this man and with fear. He took off his shirt and chucked it to his side. Still not daring to look at him, I sucked my bottom lip in morbid apprehension. 

"Why do you have to punish me? Now...who's going to be punished in the end?" his voice filled my core with utmost dread, and the delicious rapture of desire.



William & Mary: A Royal Tryst



The crowd surged on all sides against Mary’s back as she excitedly checked her watch for what must have been the hundredth time that morning. Half past ten. Ten more minutes before the procession started, then, a few minutes after that, she would be able to see Her Royal Majesty, the Queen! More importantly, she hoped to catch a glimpse of Prince William, that handsome royal to whom girls the world over had pinned their hearts.

Mary Talbot’s tiptoes were on the edge of the designated walkway. She had been camped there for two days, hoping to get such an advantage when the time came. The Queen’s Golden Jubilee wasn’t something that happened every day, and this was one of the rare occasions where the public was allowed the chance to see their monarch, as she and the rest of the royal family passed through London from Buckingham Palace to St. Paul’s Cathedral. Mary could see around the corner, straight into the carriages as they came toward her, and then into them again once they passed the spot where she stood. 

Mary was an American, but had only been so for the past 18 years. She had been born in Britain, and her family had moved when she was two. They had made frequent visits back, of course, but this was the first time Mary had taken the trip alone. Her grandmother had invited her, as the eldest child in the family, to take part in the Jubilee festivities that were engaging all the kingdom in a thrall of excitement and royal honour. 

She checked her watch again, and then elbowed a couple of people in the ribs as they tried to jostle in front of her. At one point, she had to actually step off the sidewalk, she was shoved so hard from behind, but she maintained her position. 

All at once, a cheer rose from a few blocks away, and Mary knew that the procession had begun. She hadn’t thought that her heart could beat any faster, but, of course, as is usually and properly right in these sorts of situations, she was proven wrong.

Mary craned her neck to see if she could see any motion from the direction of the shouts, and presently her efforts were rewarded by the sight of a carriage. Mary grinned. This was the carriage carrying William. Oh, Will. She knew she never even had a chance of him glancing in her direction, but she desperately wished that he even knew she existed. 

The carriage gracefully made its way toward where Mary was standing and rounded the corner. Cheers and scores of Union Jacks rose, and as the carriage moved toward Mary, the crowd pressed forward, trying to get closer to their beloved monarchy. Mary, too, raised her flag and began to shout praises. Suddenly, she felt a shove from behind. Because her arms were raised, she pitched forward, stumbling, into the street and fell face-down only a few feet in front of the horses.

The crowd gasped and fell silent, and before Mary had time to think, she began to crawl backward toward the sidewalk. The people nearby somehow managed to clear a space for her, and she sat down, wiping her hands over her face to clear the smudges. She realized she was bleeding. 

She sighed. So much for seeing William. Because of her intense pain and humiliation, Mary hadn’t realized that the carriage had stopped almost directly in front of where she was standing. The procession had been halted! Police were flying up and down the parade route, trying to discern who had given the order to stop and why, and if the monarchy were in any sort of danger, when more orders were heard coming from inside the carriage. At once, a guard stepped over to Mary.

“You’ve been instructed to come with me, Miss,” he said quietly to the bewildered girl. “Follow me.”

Mary glanced quickly over to the carriage, her face red with embarrassment, and received in return the pitying gazes of the five occupants of the vehicle: William and Harry, of course, as well as the Duke of York and his two daughters. The guard began to move through the crowd, and a path somehow was made for him and Mary as they hurried along. Mary tried to catch up with the guard, to ask him what this was all about, but he moved too quickly, and Mary found that she had to concentrate on staying close to keep from losing him in the mob.

Soon, Mary and the guard passed to a side street out of sight of the procession, and Mary heard the shouts and cheers resume. She assumed that the carriages had begun to move again when the guard opened the door to a waiting car.

“Get in, Miss,” he instructed her, and Mary did as she was told, climbing into the back seat. She hardly had time to think before the guard slid into the front passenger seat and the driver took off. There, she had time to breathe. She rubbed her hand over her face again and realized that the blood had dried, but she knew she must have looked a fright. She reached for the mirror in her purse, which customarily sat beside her in a moving car and realized that she had left it back at the parade route.

“Oh, well,” she sighed softly to herself. “I suppose it’ll still be there when I get back.”

She looked out the window to try to figure out where she was being taken. She knew London well, but she couldn’t work out where the car was going. The parade route had shut off many of the main streets, and the side streets wound through the city like a snake with a bad sense of direction. She peeked at the guard and the driver, but they didn’t look like they wanted to talk, so Mary sat back and decided that if she was being taken somewhere on royal orders, it couldn’t be too bad.

A few minutes later, Mary sat up a bit to look at her surroundings. She recognized the tall brown building up ahead as St. James Palace, the place where Prince William lived when he wasn’t in Scotland. She wondered if that was where they were headed. Her suspicions were confirmed when the driver pulled into the driveway and halted in front of one of the buildings.

“Come along, Miss,” the guard said, alighting and waiting impatiently for Mary to do the same. She was beginning to tell that he wasn’t at all thrilled about being relegated to the role of baby-sitter when he could have been escorting the Queen through London. That thought put Mary in a very uncooperative mood, and she took her time crawling out of the car. By the time she closed the door, he had already walked halfway to the palace, so Mary took her time, dawdling and acting like a tourist, gazing up at the impressive architecture and spying into dark corners to see what she could see. After the guard opened the front door for her, though, she hurried to keep up with him, because she didn’t want to be lost in a place she wasn’t sure she was welcome in. The guard had a hurried, whispered conversation with an older lady, obviously a servant, who immediately walked toward Mary with a smile.

“Tsk, tsk,” she said, looking Mary over. “You come with me, young lady, and we’ll get you all fixed up.”

The guard raced back for the front door as Mary started following her new escort (she was sure he wanted to see if he could regain his place before the parade got to the cathedral), and the older lady whisked Mary upstairs and around a few corners to a vacant bedroom. A bathroom adjoined the bedroom, and the older lady pointed to it.

“You can wash up in there, Miss, and then I suppose you’re just to stay in here until someone sends for you.”

“Thank you,” Mary answered quietly, and the servant curtseyed and left, closing the door behind her.

Mary stood in the middle of the room, looking around. She wasn’t sure which of the St. James buildings she was in, or even where she was within the building. She began to actually digest some of the information her brain was telling her and moved into the bathroom. One glance in the mirror had Mary stripping down and climbing into the shower. She had known she was bleeding, but she hadn’t realized how much dirt was on her skin as well. Ugh. She scrubbed until she was red, but she felt much better. She dried herself on a towel – very soft, she noticed – got dressed again, and began to wander around the small suite that was her home for the time being.

The bedroom wasn’t a terribly large one, although the large, dark bed against the main wall did take up a lot of space. A rug decorated the floor, and pieces of antique furniture – a wardrobe, a chest of drawers, a nightstand, and a writing desk – were pushed up against various walls. Mary walked to the wardrobe and opened it, but, naturally, it was empty. She took closer looks at some of the art on the walls and found them to be wonderfully suited to the majestic mood of the room, all framed in dark wood. The bathroom was equally opulent, with a large claw-foot tub acting as the focal point. 

Mary wondered if she was allowed to sit on the bed. Every time she had ever visited a palace, there had always been ropes across the bedroom doors to prevent visitors from more than a peek inside, and she felt uneasy about possibly ruining something. On the other hand, she was sure she didn’t want to sit on the floor. She compromised with her conscience by pulling out the desk chair and gingerly resting on it. 

She waited.

An hour later, there was a knock at the door. Curious as to who might be visiting her, Mary quickly rose to open it. The guard who had so lately brought her to this place was standing there, all Mary’s gear in tow. Mary moved aside to let him in.

“Your things, Miss?” he queried, setting them down in the far corner of the bedroom. Mary walked over to inspect the pile.

“Yes, that’s everything. How did you know what was mine?”

“I asked around,” the guard replied, his eyes smiling behind his stern visage. “Seems you had been waiting there for some time.”

“Mea culpa,” Mary admitted. “Thank you for getting this.”

“No problem, Miss. Oh, I had to take your ID and your phone out of your purse for security reasons. You’ll get it back as soon as we’re done with it.”

“All right,” Mary nodded. “Thanks for telling me.”

The guard nodded back and disappeared out of the room, again shutting Mary into what was quickly becoming more of a dungeon than a hotel room. At least this time, Mary thought, she had that little portable TV she had packed for those boring nights parked by the curb. She turned it on, hoping to catch some more of the Jubilee goings-on, since she had missed the parade. Presently, she turned to the BBC for the news just in time to hear a recap of the day’s events.

“The Queen’s Golden Jubilee procession was brought to an unexpected halt today after an unidentified woman threw herself into the path of the carriage carrying the Duke of York as well as Princes William and Harry,” the reporter began as footage of Mary tumbling into the street graced the screen. “The incident prompted Prince William to order the carriage stopped, and the woman was escorted away from the scene. The procession then carried on as planned. No word yet on who the woman is or what her motives are, but we’ll keep you posted. In other news…”

The reporter’s voice trailed off in Mary’s mind as she chewed over what had just been said. She had never thought that perhaps she was being thought of as someone attempting suicide or even a possible terrorist. She had just wanted to watch the parade! She began to wonder if she was being held here in lieu of being arrested, at least until someone could determine the “motive” of her falling into the street. She suddenly had an urge to open the door and see if she was being held under guard, but she resisted. She didn’t want anyone to think she was trying to escape. She also began inspecting the corners of the room and the ceiling more closely. She knew that surveillance cameras covered nearly every street corner in London, and she was suddenly sure that someone was watching her while she was in here as well.

A few hours later, exhausted and bored, Mary decided she no longer cared to watch television and sure as hell didn’t care if she messed up the bed. She pulled down the covers, kicked off her shoes, and fell asleep.

A knock at the door woke her. Rubbing her eyes, Mary checked her watch. Half past eight. She stumbled to the door and opened it. The pleasant older lady who had shown Mary to her room was standing there, and she bustled in, her arms full of unidentifiable objects, as soon as there was room for her entrance. Mary flipped on the light as the maid whisked to the bed and began arranging some of the objects on it.

“Goodness me, Miss, have you been sleeping?” she asked.

“Yes. It’s been a long day.”

“Well, I would imagine it has been,” the maid agreed. “But come on, then, let’s get you dressed a little better. You’ve been invited to the Prince’s quarters for a late tea.”

“I’ve WHAT?” Mary asked incredulously. “I thought they thought I was a terrorist.”

“Oh, they thought that, yes,” the maid went on as Mary began to undress. “But then your grandmother apparently saw you on the news and called your phone and assured them that you were nothing of the sort. Plus, from what I gather, the tape also showed that someone pushed you into the street.”

“That’s right,” Mary nodded. “But why couldn’t someone just ask me what was going on rather than keeping me here all day?”

“If you had been a terrorist, would you have told them the truth? Besides, William already thought you were innocent, or you would have been put in jail rather than brought here.”

“This is true, I suppose,” Mary admitted, then turned to look at the attire she was to don for the evening. “Good Lord!”

“What is it, Miss?” the alarmed maid asked.

“Isn’t this a little fancy just for tea? And how do I know it’ll fit?”

The outfit was stunning. A cream-colored high-necked knit sweater was laid on the bed next to a beautifully sequined emerald green skirt. Some low-heeled cream shoes sat on the floor, and obviously the maid was planning to arrange Mary’s short brown hair into some sort of fashion, as well as apply make-up to her scratched face.

“Well, it is the Prince, Miss, and we checked the sizes on the clothes you had in your bag,” the maid answered softly, and suddenly Mary was frightened. She had been schooled in all the proper tea etiquette by her grandmother when she had been a small child, but she hadn’t ever used any of the rules and she wasn’t sure she would remember them all. Plus, she had an American accent, and what if she said something improper? The maid saw the look on Mary’s face and began to smile.

“Don’t you worry, Miss,” she said, handing her the sweater. “He’s as wonderful as his mother.”

Twenty minutes later, Mary was dressed and done up, and though her heart was beating like mad, she left the room and began to follow the maid through the maze of hallways and stairways in the palace. Soon the maid stopped before a large wooden door.

“Here we are, Miss,” she said. “You’ve been instructed just to go on in and have a seat.”

The maid disappeared, and Mary slowly turned the knob and opened the door. It opened silently, though it must have been hundreds of years old. She walked into the room, where a table for two had been laid. One attendant was bustling about the room, and when he saw Mary enter, he swiftly walked to the table and pulled out a chair. Mary sat, and her chair was pushed in for her.

“Thank you,” she murmured, and the attendant nodded and left through an exit opposite the one Mary had entered.

Mary was on her own again, and she around. The entire room seemed to have an atmosphere of anticipation and longing, like it was waiting for the focal point to appear before it could be complete. Mary quickly looked at her place setting, relieved to see that she recognized all the utensils and such before her. Unfortunately, she had never been instructed on royal etiquette, so she decided to simply wait until he did something before she did the same. She figured that was a fairly safe bet.

The door opened, and Prince William, looking as delicious as ever in a white shirt, blue slacks and a tie, strode in. Instantly, the room felt whole. Mary felt her heart rise in her chest as William walked toward her, and she cast her eyes to the floor, frightened at being able to look her idol in the eye. William walked over to her, took her hand and bowed over it. Mary bowed back in her chair, afraid to speak. Luckily, she didn’t have to.

“Mary Talbot, correct?” William asked as he released her hand and was seated across from her.

“Yes, sir,” Mary spoke quietly. William smiled his world-famous smile.

“Don’t be scared of me, please. Think of me as a chum from school.”

Now it was Mary’s turn to smile. 

“It’s a little hard to do that when I’m sitting in a palace,” she replied.

“I suppose so, but do try. I can’t abide it when people get all formal on me just because I have a title.”

“When the title is prince, what do you expect?” Mary almost couldn’t believe what had just exited her mouth, but William seemed to appreciate the honesty.

“I expect I’m still human, after all.”

The tea went smoothly. Mary did remember all the rules of etiquette, and if she breached any, William either didn’t notice or failed to comment, which is, of course, a rule of etiquette in itself, Mary knew. 

After they had eaten, William invited Mary into the next room, a sitting room, complete with a grand piano and a couple of couches. When William learned that Mary was a piano performance minor at her college back home, he insisted that she play for him, and Mary was more than happy to oblige. She did tolerably well with Bach’s “Fantasy in C Minor,” and William was a sympathetic listener.

Mary had started to feel comfortable with the prince. They were sharing a loveseat opposite the piano, and the more they talked, the more Mary began to wonder if he was keeping her there for some sort of purpose. If he was, she decided, she was going to do her darndest to at least get some sort of romantic innuendo out of him. She was quite the seductress back home. She was constantly single, partly because she was a bit of a tease, and she wondered if she couldn’t use some of her feminine wiles to turn William’s head as well.

She began to stare more intently into his eyes and turned her body toward his, occasionally licking her lips or softly running her tongue over her teeth. At one point, when William began to tease her about something or other, she pretended to be quite offended and turned away from him, crossing her arms over her breasts and pouting. It had the desired effect. William instantly moved closer, his leg brushing against hers, as he reached for her arm to turn her back around toward him. Mary yielded to his touch, and as she turned back around, their eyes met and Mary blushed, ducking her head and leaning back into the corner of the couch.

William kept his hand on her arm, gazing earnestly into her face.

“I didn’t mean to upset you, honest,” he said gently, almost like a little boy who’s been called down for teasing a pal.

“No, no, you didn’t,” Mary said, looking up into his eyes and feeling her heart flutter. She reached up to pat his hand. “I was only playing.”

The two of them sat silently for a moment, each afraid to move, lest the feeling and the moment shatter. Then William seemed to make an executive decision. He moved forward, paused for a second, and then plunged ahead, kissing Mary with a wildness and abandon that she had never imagined in her most fantastic dreams. At first, she was a little startled, but the two of them soon were locked in an embrace that seemed to transcend time.

William was a magnificent kisser. Mary almost had to laugh at herself when she suddenly found herself wondering if he had been trained at that as well as everything else, but William’s hand slipped beneath her sweater and she forgot what she had been thinking. Apparently, he had a thought, though, because he reached for Mary’s hand and began to lead her into another room.




William & Mary: A Royal Tryst



This was a small bedroom, almost like the one Mary had spent the day in, except that it looked more like a university boy’s room than a room in a castle. She felt much more at home. William closed the door and behaved exactly like any college boy in a dorm room with a girl. He moved toward her and began to lift her sweater, which Mary quickly removed. 

His hands rested on her hips, which had always been larger than her waist, and began to slide down over them. He knelt in front of her as she unsnapped the skirt and let it fall to the floor, followed by the pantyhose. William reached up with a finger and hooked it into her panties, his touch encouraging a rush of warmth and moisture to Mary’s vagina. With one swift move, Mary was left with only a bra on her heaving chest and shoes on her feet. 

William pushed her toward the bed and Mary lay down, kicking off her shoes and looking up into the face she had until recently only fantasized about.

William straddled her, still fully clothed, and reached behind her chest to unhook her bra. As he tossed it aside, Mary wondered how many other girls he had done this with. As a prince, probably as many as he wanted, although he didn’t have that sort of reputation. Mary decided she didn’t care as long as she was one of them.

He lowered himself onto her as he removed his tie and tossed it aside. The two of them kissed for another minute before William rose and quickly removed all his clothes, letting them lay on the floor on top of Mary’s. He began to emulate them, placing his body on top of hers and wrapping one arm around her neck while using the other to trace outlines over her body.

Mary shuddered. His touch was light, yet so powerful. His breath was warm, yet it sent chills down her spine and her nipples stood at attention before their master. William seemed to regard this reaction as an invitation and lowered his mouth to her chest, using his tongue like an expert to draw moans out of Mary’s quivering frame. She felt his cock resting against her leg, and she decided to see if he would let her suck it, if she would be allowed to work on his crown jewels, so to speak. 

Once he finished with her breasts, Mary was dripping with excitement, but she didn’t care about her own pleasure. All she wanted was to put his cock in her mouth, even for an instant. She reached for it, and William instantly responded. He rotated around and sat on the edge of the bed, his cock hanging off the side and up into the air. Mary laid her breasts on his leg and began to mouth at the head of his cock. It was rather thin, but incredibly long, and Mary plunged her mouth all the way to the base with expert ease. She then began to work her way back to the head, using her tongue as a guide, swirling it around his member and voraciously licking the bottom.

She reached her hand between his legs and began to massage his balls. They were larger than she was used to – he seemed in every way incredibly virile – and Mary felt him tense up as she began to pump her hand over his balls in the same rhythm as she was moving her head back and forth over his cock.

Presently, she felt his balls begin to draw up into his body, and she knew he was getting close. She closed her eyes and began to pump faster over his cock, and he grabbed her hair in his intensity, grunting and moaning softly. All at once, he let out a cross between a sigh and a moan and Mary felt her mouth fill with his hot cum. She didn’t miss a drop, and licked the bottom of his cock over and over again until there was nothing left before she released her slightly wilted prisoner from its humid cage. 

William leaned back, panting slightly, his tightly welded frame gleaming with a thin sheen of sweat. Mary sat up and smiled, curling up at the headboard of the bed. She was incredibly proud of herself. She just got to suck the prince’s cock! And not only that, she made him cum, too.

William turned to Mary and grabbed her ankles, tugging her legs straight and forcing her to lie down. Before she had time to even think about what he was going to do, his face was buried between her legs and he was sucking on her clit like his life depended on it. Mary moaned. The moisture that had been there earlier had not waned while she had given the prince head; in fact, it had become even wetter because she was so turned on by what she was doing. Now, she knew she wouldn’t last long. She could already feel an orgasmic shudder building in her pelvis. A moment later, she came, gasping and moaning out William’s name. He worked on her till she could take it no more, then she forced her pelvis off of his face.

The two of them lay there for a few minutes, naked and lost in reverie, until William looked at Mary and smiled. They both knew this was as far as they could go. There couldn’t be any more royal heirs, or even any worries about any, so this was the way it had to be. Mary wasn’t disappointed. She had gotten to do more with Prince William than anyone else she had ever heard of, but she wasn’t going to go to the tabloids with her story. This was a private moment between two young people and nothing more.

William and Mary rose and dressed, and Mary was escorted back to her quarters. She changed, then was driven back to her grandmother’s house by the same chauffeur who had brought her to the castle about 12 hours before. When she got home, her grandmother was anxious to hear how Mary had been treated since she was escorted away from the parade. 

Mary said little, only that she had been treated with the greatest hospitality and that she had gotten to meet Prince William and take tea with him. At that, her grandmother had raised an eyebrow, but said nothing. Mary had just smiled and left the room, thankful for her one night with royalty.