11 comments/ 32505 views/ 1 favorites My Queen By: Moonm8 I don't know how it happened. But here I was on my back, my beautiful wife was between my legs, my feet in the air and she was humping away furiously, pretending to give me a first-class fucking. If not for the pillow being in the way, my head would have been hitting the headboard hard enough to cause a concussion. Lydia had a look on her face that I had never seen before. It was scary, yet intensely erotic. She was obviously wildly turned on by the position she was in and she was almost screaming how she was going to give me the fucking I deserved. I could feel her pubic hair brush against my ass with every thrust and found myself wishing Lydia had a cock so she could shoot her load deep inside me. Lydia is a very sexual person and happens to be the best woman I've ever been to bed with. Even though she won't let anyone come in her mouth, the blow jobs she gives are extraordinary. She makes love to a cock with her mouth and is capable of making it last a very long time and nothing makes her pussy wet quicker than sucking on a cock. Her pussy is very tasty, mainly due to the amount of juice that flows from it, and I love going down on her. Lydia has had many lovers since we married, all with my blessing. We have even had threesomes with me and another man taking turns with her lovely pussy, and on one special occasion, Greg and I DP'ed Lydia with him in her pussy and me in her ass. I am bisexual and Lydia has always enjoyed watching me with another man as much as I enjoyed watching her with her lovers. Yet through all our exploration and fantasizing she never gave me an inkling that she wanted to be the man in our relationship. Dominant, yes. Masculine, no. She just rolled over on top of me while my legs were open, and as we kissed deeply she just started slowly thrusting her hips. It was an incredibly intense moment and both of us started breathing and moaning harder into each others mouths. Lydia pulled her lips from mine and pushed herself up so she could look into my eyes. And that's when I saw "The Look" for the first time. She had a look of pure ecstasy that I had seen whenever she was getting a particularly good fucking, but this time there was an intensity to it that had never been present in the past. That look told me my marriage had just changed forever and my acceptance of it told her that she had just gotten what she wanted: a husband with whom she could express her masculine side and dominate completely. Lydia had won, and had done so in such a fashion that I didn't even see it coming. I had expressed my desire to spend a weekend serving her and another man completely, watching them fuck each other, clean them up properly with my tongue, and whatever else they wished of me, but this caught me off guard. Lydia took full advantage of the position she had me in. She asked me if I was going to be her bitch forever and all I could do was nod my head. My voice was caught in my throat and no words would come out. But that wasn't good enough and she took a nipple between her thumb and forefinger and gave it a pinch and twist that caused me to let out a load moan from the pain shooting through me. "I want to hear you say it! Are you my bitch now?" "Yes, I'm your bitch," I managed to stammer through the pain. An evil grin broke across her face as she continued to squeeze my nipple. That's when she started thrusting harder into me, trying to drive me through the headboard. I had never seen Lydia so intense in what she was doing and the look on her face made my love for her go up a few notches. If that was even possible. "Wrap your legs around me and show me how much you want my cock," she demanded. I locked my ankles together behind her back just as I'd seen her do many times with her lovers. "You really do want me to fuck you, don't you?" "Yes! I'm going to be a good bitch for you. I want you to take me every night." "Oh I will! And you have no choice in the matter." With that, Lydia dropped her mouth to my unattended nipple and started biting it with increasing pressure until she got the reaction she was seeking, which was an indication of my pain. Then she started rolling it around between her teeth without letting up on the pressure. My head was swimming from the intense pain I was feeling, topped off with the pleasure of her hips thrusting into my ass. The smacking of her hips against me could probably be heard throughout the house, as well as my cries of pain. My manhood had been stripped from me, but I didn't care. All I wanted was to see that look on Lydia's face, to know she was getting what she wanted. Her pleasure was all that mattered now. My cock was no longer hard, but it was leaking huge amounts of pre-come, creating a huge puddle on my stomach. Lydia abused my ass and nipples for what seemed like hours, but was probably only a matter of minutes. Her teeth finally released nipple, followed quickly by releasing my other nipple from her death-grip. She then got up and straddled my head, pushing her pussy into my face. I thrust out my tongue and she started riding it as if it were a cock. Her pussy was wetter than I had ever seen it in the past. Fucking me and causing me to submit through pain had her juices flowing like a river and she was now smearing my face with them. Lydia had an earth-shattering orgasm on my tongue and then moved back down between my legs to have her way with me. Lydia went back and forth like this several times. She abused my body for her own pleasure. She would make sweet love to me then pound me mercilessly. As much as I wished she had a cock in order to increase her pleasure, I'm not sure my ass could have handled what she was doing to me. She certainly would have brought tears to my eyes, not that that would have bothered her at that moment. Finally, she was done. Lydia dismounted from my face after a particularly intense orgasm and lay on her back. Her legs were spread wide and her pussy was facing towards me. It was obvious she wanted to be fucked now, but looking down at my cock it was obvious it I wouldn't be able to perform. She gave me a smile that said she was very satisfied with the effect she had on me that night. She shifted around so that she was laying her side facing me. She gently rolled a nipple between her fingers and again I moaned in pain due to my nipples being extra sensitive by now. "Mmmm, I love hearing you moan. You like the idea of me fucking you, don't you?" "Uh-huh." "Good, 'cause your ass belongs to me now. I knew I could make you submit to me." "You've never looked sexier than when you were fucking me." "I guess well have to get a strap-on now so I can fuck you properly. I want your ass to always be available to me. I'm going to fuck you whenever and wherever I want." With that she cranked down on my nipple and my back arched as a loud moan escaped my lips. This brought an evil grin to Lydia's face and she put her arm around my neck and pulled me to her. I fell asleep with my head resting on Lydia's breast and her hand softly rubbing my sore nipples. When I we awoke the next morning my cock was rock-hard. Lydia took advantage of it and started giving me one of her best blowjobs. After about five minutes I pulled her off me and got between her legs to give her what I hadn't been able to the night before. It was no-frills, give her pussy what it needed, sex. The next several nights, were a repeat of the last. Lydia completely dominated me and used me for her pleasure, abusing my nipples almost to the point of tears. At one point she had me bent over the bed, taking me from behind where her thrusts were even harder and more intense. The whole time she was slapping my ass. Each session would last for a few hours and it was some of the best sex we had ever had, but at the end of it all I was still incapable of fucking her until the next morning. I finally told her that she needed a lover who could handle what we were doing so her pussy could get taken care of in a timely manner. "Oh, believe me. That's going to happen. You'll be sucking a lot of cock for me. I'm going to have men here to fuck me, to fuck you, and I'm going to watch you sucking their cocks. You're going to suck them real good and make me proud of my little bitch." "You know I want to make you happy." ----------------------------------- A week after that first night, Lydia left to go to school out of state. She will be back in six months. That's when our new life together really starts. The thought of my queen walking around the house nude except for her strap-on keeps my cock hard 24 hours a day. I will continue this story at that time. My Queen & Concubine Ch. 01 Anticipation. It seems that a lot of people think that after you have been married for awhile, sex loses it's excitement; loses the thrill that comes from seeing a woman naked, knowing that you'll be touching her, and her you. What's to anticipate after you've made love more times then you can remember, right? I can't speak for anyone else, but I can tell you that for me, sex with my wife has never lost its edge. I can say, with all honestly, that each time we are together, the passion and pleasure are as good as any other time I can remember. And ultimately, our sex life has gotten better as we've learned about each other emotionally and physically. To what do I attribute this? It starts with the fact that my wife is my best friend in every way. There is no one I enjoy spending time with more then her. She is my partner in life and she supports me in every way. In this way she is my Queen; my true companion in all things. But this isn't Oprah, this is Literotica.com and you didn't read this to hear me get all sappy. This story is about my concubine, and despite what you might be thinking, she is also my wife. On this particular day, I awoke in my bed and noticed that she was already up and not in the room. In my grogginess is took me a moment to process this fact and then in quick succession, I remembered what today was, that the kids were with my parents all weekend, and what the day had in store for me. A smile crossed my face and my heart began to race in anticipation. While that day happened to be my birthday, that fact hardly mattered. What mattered was that my wife, my queen, has agreed to be my concubine for a day. It would be an understatement to say that I had been thinking about that day for quite some time. In fact, it had been months since we first discussed it and started making plans. With each passing week, my anticipation had grown to the point where it was almost unbearable, a problem compounded by the almost non-stop erection I had been sporting for the last couple of days. A quick check found that that erection hadn't subsided and my body was ready for action. As I sat up in bed, I took a few deep breaths, willing myself to relax. After all, I had all day and didn't want to blow through all the excitement and emotion in the first 20 minutes. So rather then immediately going to hunt for her, I started my normal routine. A trip to the bathroom to shower, shave and otherwise groom myself lasted a grueling 15 minutes. As part of the plan, all the blinds in the house were drawn so that we could walk around naked if we chose. I left clear instructions on what I wanted her to wear and while a little exhibitionism might have been fun, I opted for the freedom of not having to worry about any passer by seeing what only I should see. For myself, I chose a pair of comfortable boxers and my robe. I picked up the small remote from the bedside table and stuck it into my pocket. Stepping from the bedroom into the hall, I smelled the coffee and bacon from downstairs and for the first time my thoughts wandered to something other then my concubine. There are few motivations stronger then sex, but food can certainly be one of them. I saw her for the first time as I rounded the corner into the kitchen and was forced to stop in my tracks to relish the site. Her back was turned to me and I could tell she was pouring coffee. Her blond hair hung loosely around her shoulders, it's gentle waves and silky texture testament to the time spent washing and brushing it. From those shoulders draped a pink, sheer robe, flowing down to her knees. Beneath it I could see her bare back and I couldn't help but think of the beautiful breasts on the other side. I could just make out a pair of tiger striped panties, snugly fit against her ass. A smile crossed my face when I saw those and I put my hand onto the remote in my robe pocket, tempted to press the button now and activate the vibrator I knew was placed firmly against her clitoris. Instead I let my eyes continue downward across her legs, and to the ankle bracelet just above her right foot. I lingered there, admiring the subtle muscles in her legs and the smooth skin of her ankles. Images and memories of being between those legs flooded through my mind. Having heard my approach, she turned around to look at me and smile. The pink robe hung slightly open in the front, exposing her bare skin from the neck, across her cleavage, down to the top of her panties. Her dark nipples failed to hide behind the sheer robe and her full breasts nearly caused me to rush forward and grab her right then and there. In that moment, I experienced a powerful rush of love and lust, combined together to form a feeling that says, "this is most perfect creature in the universe, and she has chosen me." It was a feeling she had caused in me before, and every time I thanked my lucky stars. Her voice broke my awestruck trance. "Good morning dear. How did you sleep?" For the first time, my eyes met hers. I could see the look of power and joy aimed directly at me, and I knew I was in for one hell of a ride. "Oh fine I guess." My hand moved to my crotch to adjust my cock, which seemed to be getting harder by the moment. "Although his damn thing keeps getting in the way." Without missing a beat she put the coffee down and strode over to me, both her hands immediately going to crotch, firmly grabbing my cock and balls. "Would you like me to take of that for you?" Now, I'm sure you can all imagine how that felt. Speaking for guys (I'm sure you ladies have a similar experience), when someone puts their hands on you like you that, particularly if you are already horny as hell, the effect can be, well, rather strong. The power for the guttural groan that escaped my lips must have come straight from my knees because it was all I could do to stay standing. She just stood there, looking right at me, waiting for me to tell her what to do. I, of course, was faced with a dilemma. I knew it would only take a matter of minutes for me to cum just by her stroking me, and while one side of me screamed for that release, the another part of me didn't want to lose that horniness just yet. I had plenty of things in mind and all day to do them. Calling up every ounce of willpower I had, I took her hands in mine and pulled them away from my crotch. I gave her a kiss and said, "I think I would like to have some breakfast first. "Of course. Whatever you like," was her response, but her eyes said "I love having that power over you. Let's see just how long you can hold out." I moved myself into the family room and grabbed the TV remote as she put breakfast onto a plate for me and brought it in with my coffee. She sat on the couch across from me, her legs pulled up and tucked under her bottom and robe still slightly open. I noticed the diamond bracelet on her wrist and the diamond earrings she was wearing. Both had been gifts from me and they made her look every bit the part she was playing today. Eating and watching the morning news actually gave me the time I needed to calm down a bit and gain some control over my emotions, although it was hard to keep my gaze from wandering towards her every few seconds. When I finished eating, she came over and bent down to pick up my plate, her breasts floating near to my face, wafting the smell of her perfume across me. I closed my eyes and breathed it in, savoring it subtle, flowery scent. While she was in the kitchen, I switched off the television and waited for her to return; it was time to start the real fun. When she returned, she noticed the TV was off and I saw the slightest hint of a smile cross her face. She knew the fun was about to begin as well. She moved to return to her seat on the couch, but I stopped her. "Wait." I tried to sound as commanding as I could. After all, I had a part to play here as well. "Come and stand here beside me." She obediently came over next my chair and stood there. I ran my hand up under her robe, across her thigh and around to the side of her ass, giving it a squeeze. "Spread your legs." She took a step out with each leg and I immediately pulled her panties aside and placed my hand onto her pussy, sliding my middle finger between the lips. I was not terribly surprised to find that she was already quite wet, which is what I wanted to know. Tempted as I was to give her clit a few quick strokes, I decided to simply remove my hand and pull her panties back into place, making sure the vibrator went back into the proper position. She did a good job of hiding her disappointment at my quick departure, but the brief sensation she had experienced was enough to remind her that she wasn't the only one with power around here. What to do first? It's a tired cliché, but "kid in a candy store" is exactly how I felt. I had this amazing, beautiful woman here in front of me, pussy wet, nipples hard, and willing to do what I asked. In truth, the feeling was nearly paralyzing because choosing one activity meant I'd have to wait to do another. In the end, I decided to take it nice and slow, making sure that the feelings we were both having had plenty of time to simmer. "Kneel here in front of me." She did as I asked and I produced the remote from my pocket. "Do you know what this is?" She nodded. "Good. Please me and I will do this." I pressed the button on the remote. Instantly her eyes closed and her lips parted in a silent moan as her body gave a slight shudder and tensed. I released the button and the tension left her body just as quickly as it had come. The wireless vibrator had been my idea of course. I'm not sure she had ever considered that such a device even existed and had initially rolled her eyes at the idea. I figured by the end of today she would either love it or hate it; either way, I was going to have a blast. I stood up and stretched. "My shoulders feel sore. Go upstairs and prepare to give me a back rub. I'll be up in a few minutes." She stood and I watched her walk down the hall, listening to her soft footsteps as she climbed the stairs. I stood around idly for a couple of minutes, pulled the blinds aside and looked at the sunshine coming through the trees in the backyard, and then drank half a glass of cold water. I could hear her moving about overhead and decided to test the range of the remote. I pressed the button and giggled when I heard her rustling stop. I kept it on a little longer this time before releasing the button. After a few seconds I could hear her moving around again. I then went upstairs myself and walked into the bedroom. Having the blinds shut kept the room fairly dark so she had lit a couple of candles that we kept on hand for romantic encounters. The blankets had been removed and she stood at the foot of the bed, her robe now off, revealing her naked breasts to me for the first time. Unable to pass over the opportunity, I walked over and began rubbing her breasts, enjoying what can only be described as "soft fullness" as it filled my hands. I let my fingers brush across her hard nipples and even dropped my mouth to one of them. She brought her hand up to the back of my head and held me there as I sucked it into my mouth. I stopped before I got out control, removed my robe and boxers, and lay down on my stomach on the bed. I heard some soft music start and then felt her climb onto the bed with me. For the next 30 minutes I enjoyed her hands as they worked the scented oil into my back and shoulders. I managed to keep my eyes closed the entire time; trying hard to not get distracted by her naked body and instead stay focused on her hands wiping away the stress in my muscles. When she was done, she leaned close to my head and nibbled on my earlobe, causing goose bumps to run down my arms and legs. I hadn't been expecting that and jumped a bit at the sudden change in sensations. She giggled and hopped of the bed as I rolled over onto my back and tried to give her a swat on her ass. I was too relaxed to chase her so I just closed my eyes and savored the warm feelings I was having. "That felt great, thank you." "You're welcome." She washed up and came back towards the bed. "What would you like to do now?" I slowly peeled open my eyes and looked at her standing there. I motioned for her to join me on the bed. "Let's just lie here for a minute. I feel so relaxed and don't want to move just yet." She lay down and snuggled up against me, her leg pulled up and across my thighs. It was a very peaceful and content feeling. Although it hadn't been my intention, I must have dozed off because the next thing I remember was something warm and wet wrapped around my cock. I looked down and saw her head moving slowly up down along my length. She glanced up and smiled at me, checking to make sure that I wanted her to continue. In answer, I just laid my head back down and closed my eyes. Her movements were painfully slow and deliberate. This was no simple blowjob; she was making love to me through that one spot on my body and it was absolutely amazing. I had hoped to hold off from cumming until later in the day, but decided that life was too short to let this moment slip past. She must have sensed my resignation because she began to increase the intensity of her hands and mouth, squeezing and sucking harder, but not faster. This led to the slow building of an orgasm that felt like it might cause me to blow apart. When it finally hit me, her mouth locked itself onto the head of my cock as one hand jerked up and down my shaft in rapid motion while the other squeezed my balls. My hips and lower back lifted from the bed in that instinctual, "get it as deep as you can" motion. I cried out: a mix of low growls and near sobs that sounded about as animalistic as you can imagine. In an excellent display of reflexes and experience, her mouth never once slipped from my cock, even with all my flopping around. Slowly, my orgasm subsided. My hips fell back down onto the bed, jerking slightly a few times by a couple of final squeezes from her hand. My breath began to slow and I lay there in total relaxation, nearly oblivious to everything around me. She moved her way back up and lay down next to me, snuggling back to where I had left her when I fell asleep. Her softness and warmth felt so good that I thought I might fall asleep again, particularly now that I had cum and wasn't feeling quite so horny. But I reminded myself that I still had a sexy woman at my disposal and one who was no doubt feeling ready for release herself. As I thought through the activities that I had planned, I could already feel the slight twitch in my groin that told me that I might be ready sooner then I thought. She was idly running her fingers through my chest hair as I reached over and picked up the remote. I pressed the button and was rewarded by her body rubbing against me. Her nails dug into my chest and her head pressed tightly into my shoulder. I released the button and extricated myself from her grasp. She glared at me and sighed, clearly getting frustrated but still trying to play the part of loyal concubine. I stood up and put my boxers back on, leaving her on the bed. "That was for pleasing me so well with your mouth." I stood for a moment and looked at her from the foot of the bed. "Would you like me to press the button again?" She nodded eagerly, the anticipation evident on her face. I smile and said, "Play with your breasts." She hesitated for half a second before her hands found their way to her breasts and nipples, pinching and rubbing. Watching her please herself was a huge turn on for me, and I intended to take full advantage of this situation. It was clear she was enjoying it so I gave her zap with the remote, then another, and another. I kept them short and random, so she wouldn't know when to expect it. She even lifted one of her nipples to her mouth and licked it, something I love to see. Though I was enjoying this little game immensely, I could tell she was reaching the end of her patience. I put the remote down and said, "Stop." She did so and looked at me expectantly. "Take your panties off." From the look on her face, she must have thought that I was going to have her play with her pussy, which isn't really what she wanted to do. Still, she raised her hips off the bed and pulled the panties off, tossing them aside. Before she knew what hit her, my head was between her legs and my mouth was wrapped around her pussy. Needless to say this elicited a pretty strong response. Her hips rose up, pressing her pussy into my face, so I shoved my tongue into her as deep as I could get it, rubbing her swollen clit with my thumb. There was no need to go slow, no need to build her up; I knew she was ready to cum and wanted it now. I was relentless, never giving her a moment to collect her senses. I sucked, licked, poked and stroked with as much energy as I could muster. Within minutes her moaning and writhing was replaced by short grunts matching time with each flick of her clit and each push of my tongue into her. Her hips rose in rhythm with me and I knew she was there. With a final groan, she went tense, her head lifting from the pillow and her legs clamping down on my head. I eased off her clit and started to slow down, helping the feeling to linger as long as possible. With a final sigh she eased back onto the bed and I rose up to look at her. She was, as always, a true vision of beauty, sexuality, and love. Her orgasm had stirred my own arousal back to full force and I contemplated just having another go right then and there. However, I decided we would take a break for a bit and see where things led after we had some lunch. My Queen, My Master I knew from the moment I met her at the Ombriere Palace that Eleanor would mean purgatory for me. The hair was the first thing that caught my attention; long, red-golden waves hanging, swirling down her back. It looked touchable, pullable. I just wanted to bury my hands through it and twist and tug right there on the spot. Her eyes were catlike, dark as night and beguiling, and her skin was pale with an underlaying pink color. Her lips were thick and plump, and her beauty well set throughout her face, but it was her body that set my mouth dry. She was curved like a mountain road, jutting out at her breasts and hips and thighs. Though she was my wife, the temptress drove me to sin over and over again. She caught my cock in her little noble grasp and never let go. "Louis," she would whisper in my ear, "fill me up. Make me yours and ride me. Take me." And I would. But those were the early days, before we found the pleasure that would be our ultimate undoing. One evening, as I was buried deep inside her, watching her dark eyes squirm with pleasure beneath me, she ran her uncut nails down my back and the pleasure was like nothing I had ever experienced before. The pain was remarkable, and I emptied myself right then and there, before Eleanor had her climax. As I hovered above her—ashamed at my prematureness—I could see the wheels turning behind her eyes as she thought hard. A devilish little smile grew on her rosy lips and she pushed me off of her. "I know about perverts like you," she snarled, mounting me. She whipped her hair across my face and I tensed, growing hard once again. "You like pain, don't you, Louis?" she bit my shoulder hard and I groaned. She ground her cunt against my stomach and I felt the honey flowing from her, seeping into my skin. "You're my slave, now. You're no king any more—you're just a lowly, filthy slave, and I'm your master." Eleanor pulled herself from me and stood beside the bed. She gave my penis a small but smart slap and pulled a scarf from her discarded attire on the ground. "Don't move," she instructed me sharply. I almost burst right then and there as she tied the scarf tight round my wrists, nearly cutting off my circulation. "See you in the morning, slave." Now, I lay awake while my third wife, Adele—so lovely and so very dull—slumbers beside me, my mind drifts to my youth with Eleanor, and I blush under the heavy judgment from the Father above. That woman drove me to the ends of the earth and back again. I sought salvation in the Holy Land to atone for our sins in the bedchamber, and it subsequently ruined our marriage. Sometimes I wonder if God really minded—if he even noticed my digressions—but then I remember who I am. I am King Louis VII of France, and I am above all other men, and below heaven only. God watches me closer than most others but it was the devil who was inside of me those nights when Eleanor was jamming foreign objects up my asshole and whipping me like a horse. And I came over and over again until there was nothing left in me. Eleanor was Queen by day and King by night. She ruled me with her beautifully fragrant cunt and pert breasts, and her iron hands which beat me until my skin was bruised and raw, and my stomach covered with my own seed. I made her my God, because I felt betrayed by Him when he took my older brother and made me heir. I was never supposed to rule—I was supposed to serve the Lord. In the early years of our marriage, before the girls were born, I would finish my kingly duties and return to the bedchamber where Eleanor was waiting for me in some beguiling gown, with her tits on display and a whip in her hand. The moment I walked across the threshold to our den of sin was the moment I relinquished all power to my stunning wife, and for hours we would travel to the brink of paradise and never quite return. Under her control, I felt a fire within me that I've never felt since, and I know now that it was Satan's doing. She forced me to strip; first my robe, then my tunic and breeches, and finally the hairshirt she made me wear during the day as a reminder of her dominance. She ran her long, sharp nails over the irritated skin, agitating it further. I grew hard instantly, and she forced me to the floor on my hands and knees. She cracked the whip in the air and I felt a surge of pleasurable anticipation through my cock. She lifted it again, but this time brought it down on my striped ass. She whipped me fifty licks each night—of varying severity—and by the end I could feel the blood rushing down my back and ass. "You are worthless, slave," she told me as she brought the very last lick down between my ass cheeks. It stung so terribly but I was hard as ever. Her voice was husky yet feminine and I found it so erotic. I was never allowed to talk unless she instructed me to do so. She dug her nails into my wounds, drawing even more blood, and wiped it across my cock. Sometimes that was the only direct contact she would have with my member; her touch was so infuriatingly rare. As she bent down, her red-gold mane brushed against my face and neck, and I could hold it in no longer. Still on all fours, I blew my load onto the floor below and Eleanor got angry. "How dare you?!" her pretty face turned red and she scolded me with a hard kick to the stomach. "How dare you? I didn't give you permission to do that! You'll have to be punished now." I became aroused once more with the prospect of punishment. My wife stripped off her gown and hopped up on the bed, legs wide open. "Come, slave." Her cunt was staring at me as I lowered my face to it. She lifted her foot to my chin and sent me flying back. "Get the manacle," she instructed. I did so, fastening it to the bed and offering my ankle for her to lock me in. "Now get down there. You know what to do." Breathing her sweet aroma in deeply, I fastened my mouth around her clitoris and pulled. She trembled with pleasure. I licked from her hardened bud to her leaky hole, slipping my fingers in to bring her more pleasure. So lost was I in her womanhood that I didn't even immediately notice that a golden stream of piss was pouring from her, wetting my face and neck and hair. I lapped it up eagerly, for I was so thirsty for the taste of her sweet piss. She threw her head back and laughed cruelly. "You're worthless. You're nothing more than a chamberpot, slave." My Queen's Prerogative My hand twisted around my dirty slut's blond ponytail over and over till her hair pulled hard on her scalp, but she never made a sound. Not that she could make much of a sound with my long ribbed pink strap-on dildo stuffed in her mouth. I looked down my slender frame as I pulled her thick lips upppp and downnn my hard dildo cock. "That's right, my fat fuck, suck your queen's cock!" I commanded. I felt my jagged, dirty blond hair frame my face as I looked down on my slut. My right hand circling my right nipple that stood tall on my perky small tit. I bit my lip and giggled as I held my slut's mouth down on my strap-on and felt her heave and start to gag on me. I wiggled my orange dildo left and right in her forced spread lips and watched her eyes squint and tears come out the sides as the panic filled her. She could stop me, of course. My slut was easily three times my size. She was a large woman, with each of her huge breasts bigger than both my thighs and an ass needing three times the space as my stickly thin butt. No, she didn't stop me because she knows her queen doesn't give her desert if she's been a bad girl. I pulled her throat off my dildo and watched the stream of saliva pour from her mouth as she heaved in air. "Hehehe," I giggled aloud. "Aww... is my fat baby giving up? Huh?" I spoke in baby talk. "No..." She panted. "No my-" "What was that, slut?" I said smacking her left cheek with my right. "What did you fucking say?" I smack her, again. "N-No, my Queen. No, my Queen," She stuttered catching her breath. My left still wrapped around her pony tail. "Oh, I'm sorry, slut," I said with bite to my voice. "Are you telling me 'no'?" I smack her cheek, again, turning her head to the side by her hair. "Is that how this fucking works?!" I smacked her left cheek with the back of my hand. "I'm sorry, my Queen." I slapped the other side of her cheek, again, "you're sorry? Sorry for what?" "I'm sorry for being a fat, stupid, slut who needs your guidance, my Queen," She said. Her face becoming flush now as she balances on all four like a dog. "Mmmm hm hmm, you're getting smarter, my fat whore," I smiled at her, inches from her face. I pinched her cheeks as I did so. "...open your mouth." She opened her thick red lips for me as I knelt in front of her. "Suck on your Queen's tongue." I stuck my tongue out and slowly slid It between her lips. I felt her lips close around my tongue as I pushed it deeper into her mouth and pulled it out slowly before pushing it in, again. Her lips squeezed on my tongue, pulled on it, as I tasted her sweet strawberry chap stick. I licked the roof of her mouth as I pulled out. "Jerk off your Queen's cock like a good slut," I told her. Instantly her right hand moved to my flopping orange strap-on dangling between my thighs before her. Her tiny hand gripped the thick shaft and pulled down on it and dragged messily back up. Each stroke spreading her spit along the tip and shaft. I pushed my tongue back between her lips as I felt my heart begin to pound faster. The soft butt of the strap-on massaged my moist, shaved pussy lips as she stroked my dildo. As she tugged on the tip, I felt the briefest jolt on the tip of my clitoris that shot my eye brows high and made me giggle with my tongue still in her mouth. "Mmmm good slut," I said as my right hand moved to her fat left breast that swayed underneath her. "Goood fucking fat fucking whore you are... keep jerking that dick..." My thumb and forefinger rubbed on either side of her thick bumpy nipple, before they clamped down on it hard. "Oww, ohhh, ow... Ohhh!" My slut cried out. "What was that, cow?" I twisted her red nipple pulling down and stretching her out. "Thank- ohh... Thank you, my Queen," She groaned panting as I watched her hips begin to rock forward and back. I smacked the sides of her tits making the knock into each other. I smacked her nipples making her fat tits bounce up into her face and still her stroked my shaft. I felt my face begin to get flush as my hips flexed it toe with her strokes on my dildo. "Mmmm...Yeah? Are you my little cow slut? Huh?" I said biting my lower lip with my face inches from hers. I pulled on her left nipple now. Pinching, mashing, twisting, I grinded her nipple raw. "Am I going to have to milk my slut's utters dry?" I knew her nipples were her sensitive spot. I watched her eyes roll back into her head as her fat thighs began to shake and a thin layer of sweat matted stray strands of hair to her bangs. "Y-y-yess, my Queen," she grunted. "Milk your fat cows utters... yess, my Queen, please..." My breathing became erratic as I found it hard to keep my eyes open on my slut. I knew she was close to cumming. I had made her cum countless times just from her over sensitive nipples. But she didn't deserve it yet. I released her nipple and rubbed them softly for a moment. As she gasped and whined, trying to control herself. I slapped her hand from my strap-on and stood up, giggling. I felt light headed as I walked around her. I looked at the heart tattoo that was stretched wide on her lower back. The faded dove birds tattoo behind her earlobes. My slut was older than me. Maybe 28 or 29, while I was still only 19 and a sophomore in college. My tattoos of musical notes on my neck and a red treble clef on the small of my back were still fresh and full of color. "That was a close one..." I rubbed my right down the small of her back and around her ass. She knelt on all fours on the stained motel carpet as she faced the door. "Was my fat whore about to cum without her Queen's permission??" My hand rubbed down the curve of her wide left ass cheek. "Mm Mm," She hesitated. "Yes, my Queen, I'm so sorry. Mm. But I didn't. I-" SMACK I slapped her ass cheek hard making her yelp as she puckered up. I looked down and saw a small red hand mark on her large shaking ass cheek. "It's not the act that is punishable, but the intent, my dearest," I whispered sweetly in her ear. "Mmmhmmhmm..." She trembled through closed lips. "Yes, my Quee-" SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK! "Ahhhhahahaa!" My slut cried out as I slapped her ass cheek raw. Her fat ass bouncing and shaking with every smack. "Have you had enough?" "Yes, my-" SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK! "Ooooh! Oh god! Oh god!" She bit her lips as her entire ass turned red and raw. "Hehehehehe," I giggled. I kneeled behind her and blew cold air on her stinging ass cheeks. She cooed as her ass swayed in front of me. I leaned back and gripped the base of my orange strap-on. On my knees, I lined the head of my cock up with her shaved thick pussy lips. I slid my left hand down to her pussy and felt it slick with goo that poured from her pussy. Her fat ass shook with excitement as my fingers brushed over her pussy lips and clitoris, doing a brief rub before I fed the head of my cock into her hole. Both my skinny arms and hand moved to either side of her massive hips as I jerked her ass back on my ribbed dildo and she felt it tear into her. "Arg!" She groaned like the whore she was. My pink and purple finger nails dug into her ass cheeks as I forced the long dildo deeep inside her gaping hole. She threw her head back as I went all the way in. As I pulled out to the tip and thrusted in hard a second time, her arms shook as her forehead fell to the floor. "Ohh ohhh! Ohh God! Fuck your slut, please!" She begged. "Fuck your fat fucking slut, my Queeen!" I reached down with my right hand and grabbed a lock of messy hair and violently jerked my slut's head back. Her tits heaved forward as her mouth hung open wide and her eyes stared at the ceiling. "You think you can hide from me, you fucking whore!?!" I shouted down on her. SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK! My left smacked her left ass cheek as I pulled on her hair fucking her used and pink twat. My cock pounded her hole harder and harder. "Ahh! Ahh! Oh Jesus!!" She screamed through strained vocal chords. "Fuck me, Queen, fuck me!!" I looked down and saw the glistening ribbed dildo covered in her juices as it disappeared inside her over and over again. Each rib caught on her pussy lips and pulled with every thrust. She squeezed like a good slut on it as I pulled out. "Fuckkkk!" She moaned as I released her hair. "P-please can I cum, my Queen? Please!?" I felt a hot slush building on my side of the strap-on as I pulled out and thrusted in faster. The stimulation on my clitoris was bringing me closer to the edge as I heard guttural moans turned strained. I realized that I won't be able to keep myself from cumming much longer. SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK! "Fucking cum, whore!" I yelled. "Cum for your Queen!" SMACK SMACK SMACK "AAahhhhhhhh!" She cried out as I felt her fat ass bounce on my skinny pelvis. My orange dildo pounding her fucking pussy hard that a her entire body jiggles as I penetrate her. SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK! "I'm cumming Queen! I'm cumming!!" I didn't stop my thrusts until her body went limp. My orange cock buried inside her used twat. My hands rubbed large circles over her large ass cheeks over and over. Her face rested on her hands on the floor, exhausted. I pulled my shaft out of her and she cooed. "Mmm... do you want your desert, love?" I asked. Her head perked up and she sat back on her knees, "Mmm, Yes, my Queen." I pulled on the two metal fastener on the straps of my strap-on. And let it fall to the floor as I walked out of it. My slut assumed her position. She grabbed her own wrist behind her back and sat back on her knees looking up on me. My right grabbed her frizzy pony tail as I guided her open mouth to my dripping pussy. I felt her lips lock around my clitoris instantly. She nuzzled the hood of it back and I felt her thick lips make direct contact on my clit. "Ooooooohh..." I sighed as my knees half way gave out. "Suck that fucking clit baby, good girl." Her tongue made fast laps on my clit again and again over and over. Every lick made my heart jump and doubled its speed. My breathing turned into a pant as my pussy worked left to right on my slut's mouth. I used her for my pleasure as I giggled and panted and twirked on her mouth. I looked down and saw my juices dribbling down her mouth, her chin, her neck as her eyes looked up at me and begged. My shoulder length blond hair hanging around my cheeks. I grinded my pussy up and down on her mouth and she stuck her tongue out like a good slut. I felt her tongue push up inside my pussy and nearly came right then. "Mmm mm mmm mmm mm m mm mm m," I panted. My eyes closed. Eye brows went high. "Suck that pussy suck that pussy, yess..." It became a wild, messy drag as I rode her face hard. My juices covering her lips and tongue. She groaning into my wet cunt. My pussy fucking her face harder and harder. My breath scattered and intermittent. "Oh... oh..." I held my breath. "Aaaagghhhhh!!" I came so fucking harder my muscles spasmed and tensed as I held my slut's face to my cunt hard. My slut opened her mouth and swallowed as my pussy released a white milky cum. She swallowed it eagerly as my body continued to seize on her before finally relaxing. I laid on the bed that was still freshly made and untouched. My slut crawled up to me on all four and laid beside me under my arm, her head resting on my taut stomach. "Did I do well, my Queen?" "Very well. You learn very quickly, Amber," I said petting her hair. "Are we going to be able to meet Sunday, too? I'll get the hotel room-" "No," I said. "I've got an assignment due Monday." "In what, my Queen?" "Algebra, the stupid one," I said. Amber's head popped up some and she looked at me. "With Professor Mills?" "Uh huh," I said admiring my nails. "Why?" "Huh, nothing, she's the Professor I work for- as an assistant," Amber said slowly resting her head down. "Really?" I said surprised. "She's kinda a bitch. Not funny. Not helpful... though... those leggings and low cut tops get me wet every morning..." "Mmmhmm," Amber replied. "Have you ever messed around with her?" I asked curiously. "No, not at all. I've heard well-" "What?" "Well, you know how she never has class on Friday afternoon and she doesn't have student hours..." Amber hesitated. "I heard her a couple weeks in a row, and I've seen things in her drawer. Ball gags, dildos... Every Friday at the same time she gets off..." "Really..." I said with a smile on my face. "Good, my slut..."