0 comments/ 21821 views/ 2 favorites Day for a Queen By: obscured Dedicated to a green-eyed girl from the Northwest. It had been such a bad day for Liz. Her cubicle at the newspaper sales office took on the feel of a cell at San Quentin. Her obnoxious co-workers had their "jerk-meters" cranked up to eight; a car dealer had threatened to pull his two-page ad because the paper ran a story about their little habit of selling cars with bad titles; Fred in the cubicle across from her kept joking about stealing her account with the florist; and to top it off, something in her wheelchair was digging into her ass. "Look, that's just the way it is," she tried to explain to the car dealer on the phone. "That's what newspapers do. You can't expect me to go down there and tell the reporters to drop the story, can you? They'd laugh me out the door!" "We treat our customers good," he answered back, his voice getting hotter and more out of control with every word. "And we're your customers. Now I expect a little customer service, here!" Liz had had enough. She gave a sigh to let him know that. "Okay. You can drop the ad or you can run the ad. That's up to you. But the ad has nothing to do with the story. You can take that up with the editors. I can't help you there. I'll tell you this, though. If you run the ad, your sales will go up this weekend. If you drop the ad this late in the process, Binkins Ford will wind up with the same two pages for cheap. So..." She paused a moment. "What's it to be?" "Fuck you!" came the vitriolic retort. "Drop the mother fucking ad." Clang! He hung up on her. Liz tossed the phone into the corner of the cubicle and buried her head in her hands. "Lose a client, Liz?" Fred taunted, predictably. "Another word, Fred, and you're a one-ball man." Fred dropped his nasty grin. She glared at him until he showed a moment of fear. He chuckled and strode off to the water cooler. Liz picked up her phone and put it back in the cradle. She reached under her ass, but still could not figure out what it was that had been biting into it all day. She took a deep breath, picked up the phone, and dialed. "Y'ello," James said on the other end of the line. "Hey, sugar," Liz cooed. "How's your day, Liz?" "Sucks. Stinks and sucks." "Aw. I'm sorry, baby." "I know. I just wanted to hear your voice," she said with a sigh. "What time are you coming home?" "Five-thirty." "M'kay. What do you want for dinner?" "You know what I really want?" "What's that?" Liz paused and grinned to herself. Her heart started pounding in her chest. She could feel her mood improve before she even said it. "I want my manservant, Hugo, to cook me a nice steak for dinner." She felt his arousal over the phone at the exchange of code words. Her own panties dampened a little bit. "I'll let him know." "I love you." "I love you, too, Liz." The rest of the day could not fly by fast enough for Liz. She found herself looking at the clock all day. Every time she thought of what mischief "Hugo" was preparing for her at home, she felt her nipples tighten. She thought back to the last time that Hugo had waited on her and her pussy gave a little twitch. Just before 5:00 p.m., she packed up her things, logged off the computer, and put her briefcase into the little storage pouch on the back of her chair. She engaged the electric motor and cruised out of her cubicle. Fred ducked back inside his before she could run his toes over. She caught her breath at the elevator as another naughty memory stole into her mind. She turned aside from the elevator and sped toward the bathroom instead. Inside the stall, she yanked her skirt up and slid her panties off. They were damp and aromatic from the hours of constant arousal. The scent went right to her head. She reached down and gave her pussy a healthy stroke. It responded with a purr of pure pleasure. She bit her lip to keep from moaning, but couldn't suppress a gasp when her fingertip rotated above her clit. Enough teasing, she thought. She stuffed the panties into her purse and straightened out her skirt. Hugo would be waiting for her at home. Just as she rolled up to the door, Hugo opened it for her and stood aside to let her in. He looked fantastic in his manservant outfit: a white thong, a white bow tie, an apron and nothing else. "Thank you, Hugo," she said as she passed him in the hall. She paused for a moment to admire his tight ass and the noticeable bulge in the front of his apron. "Hmmm," she said. "Madam?" "Oh, nothing. Is my bath ready?" "Yes, my queen." "Excellent." Liz rolled down the hall and made the left turn to the bathroom. As her manservant had promised, a hot bath had just been drawn. Candles were lit. Steam and fragrance wafted from the foamy water. How had he been able to plan this so precisely? Certainly, there was no better manservant in all the land than her beloved Hugo. She sighed at the thought. "Undress me, servant," she commanded. "At once, my queen." Her hunky servant unbuttoned her blouse with his strong hands. He gently slid it off her shoulders then turned to hang it on a clip on the door, giving Liz another chance to admire his ass. He pulled her forward in the chair and unsnapped her bra. Liz felt her nipples harden when the air hit them. Hugo hung the bra over the same hook, then knelt to remove her shoes and knee-high stockings. He carefully put each sock into a shoe and placed the shoes outside in the hallway. Liz lifted herself with her hands to allow Hugo to unzip her skirt and slide it down her legs. She felt his hands tremble when her pussy came into view. His bulge had grown considerably, she noticed as he hung her skirt on the hook. She stifled a giggle and forced herself back into character. "Are you staring at your queen's breasts, Hugo?" she teased, seeing his eyes linger on her hard nipples. "Yes, madam," he admitted. "Hmm. Meanwhile, my bath is getting cold." "Yes, my queen," he stammered. Hugo lowered the side rails of her chair and picked her up in his arms. She wrapped her arms around his neck. He gently placed her into the tub, slowly letting the bubbles tease her skin before engulfing her in the hot water. "Ah, yes," she cooed. "A perfect bath. Mmmmm." All thoughts of car dealers, stupid co-workers and florists were washed from her mind. She was queen and this was her castle. She commanded a beautiful servant. She could have anything she wanted. Liz relaxed and let the thick bubbles tickle her skin. She took a deep breath and savored the aroma of the scented candles. "Mmmm," she cooed again. She lay there with her eyes closed for several minutes, enjoying the sensations and relaxing. Finally, she opened her eyes and saw Hugo standing attentively at the side of the tub and she decided that he should be doing more work around the castle. "Wash my hair, Hugo." "Yes, my queen." He knelt down and pulled her to a sitting position with his strong, bare arms. She felt the bubbles drip deliciously off her full breasts. Hugo picked up a sponge and dipped it in the water. He rubbed her long, sandy hair until it was nice and wet. He poured shampoo into his hands and massaged her scalp thoroughly. He rinsed her hair with the sponge, then patted the water from her eyes with a dry hand towel. "Now wash my body," Liz ordered, her voice catching a bit. "Yes, my queen." Hugo took the other sponge and poured a healthy drop of liquid body soap into it, rubbing it into a fragrant lather. He rubbed it over her back and neck. He scrubbed her arms and hands. He brought the sponge around her body and rubbed her tummy before bringing it up between her cleavage. He paused at her collarbone then kissed her earlobe as he brought it down over her right breast firmly. He circled the nipple with the sponge, then scrubbed the underside of the sensitive breast before repeating the process on the other one. When Hugo was finished with her breasts, he eased her down onto her back and rinsed the soap off with his hands. Hugo dipped the sponge under the water and scrubbed her legs and feet. Liz gasped at the sensuous pleasure of having her toes massaged so lightly by the porous strands of the sponge. Hugo slowly brought the sponge up between her legs. He pushed her legs apart with his other hand and let them trap the sponge high on her thigh. Liz gave a quiet moan, then opened her eyes and looked at her manservant with total lust. Hugo smiled obediently to her, then kissed her forehead as he stroked the sponge firmly over her mound. Liz' body jerked. He dragged it down over her clit and labia. He gave her pussy three long, firm strokes with the sponge, then brought it out of the water and squeezed it clean. Liz panted, her chest rising above the fading foam of the bubble bath. Hugo took the clean sponge and rubbed her entire body with it, washing off the soap. Finally, Hugo lifted her out of the water. Patches of white bubbles clung to her skin like a foamy set of fleeting lingerie. She wrapped her hands around his neck and buried her head in his chest. She closed her eyes and listened to his heartbeat as he carried her into the living room where he had made preparations. In front of the lit fireplace, Hugo had laid a patch of bath towels. He set Liz down on the towels and let her drip onto them as the fire warmed her skin. He waited a moment before taking another towel and patting her dry. Finally, he opened the jar of her favorite talcum powder and brushed the powder over every inch of her skin with a soft, feather brush. Liz was in heaven. Her skin felt fresh and alive. The fire was warm and friendly. Her pussy had a pleasantly pulsing ache. But something was wrong. Where was her steak? "Servant?" she said as he dusted the talcum onto her ass. "Yes, your highness?" "Is my dinner ready?" Hugo stopped his brushing abruptly for a moment, the continued with shaking hands. "No, madam," he admitted. "Why not?" "I... I stopped preparing your dinner to complete your bath, madam." "That is not acceptable, Hugo," Liz chided. "You should have anticipated this and made allowances for my bath and dinner." "Yes, my queen. I have failed you." Hugo stood and hung his head. Liz pushed herself onto her back and sat up, supporting herself with her hands. "Bring my throne, Hugo." "At once, your highness." Hugo ran back to the bathroom, eager to please his queen and avoid any punishment. He rolled the wheelchair back into living room. He wrapped Liz in a fluffy, dry towel then lifted her into the chair. "Over my knee, now, servant," she commanded. Hugo hesitated. "Your majesty, please," he begged. "Over my knee right now," she repeated, lowering the armrests and giving him access to her bare thighs. "Yes, my queen," Hugo said, his voice trembling. He bent over her knees, supporting his weight with his hands on the floor. His ass stuck out at a perfect angle for blows from her right hand. She brought her hand over his ass and shivered with anticipation: few things aroused her more than stroking that wonderful ass. Except for spanking it until it was red, of course. Liz swatted her servant's bare ass with quick, loud strokes. After several light, stinging spanks, she felt his cock start to twitch against her thigh and she began hitting him a little harder. She spanked Hugo's ass and the backs of his thighs until they were blushing red, then she slid her hand lovingly over them. She ran her other hand through his hair and told him what a good servant he was. Then she told him to fix dinner while she read a book (one of her favorite collections of Victorian erotica. She was halfway through a saucy excerpt from Moll Flanders. ) She could hear the steak sizzling in the kitchen. The aroma of the pepper and spice and vegetables was almost as arousing as the incense in the bathroom had been. She put down her book and took a deep breath to savor it. Just then, Hugo appeared in the living room. "Would her highness care to dress for dinner?" the servant asked. "Yes, Hugo." Liz gasped when she entered the bedroom. It was perfectly clean. The sheets were soft satin. Everything was neat and orderly. A dozen roses crowned the pillow of the queen-size bed. Her clothes were placed on the bed, washed, pressed and ready. Hugo lifted her from the chair and set her down on the soft blanket. She rolled over to look at the clothes while her servant removed her towel, leaving her gloriously nude in the regal chamber. Hugo had chosen wonderful clothes for his queen: a pair of black, lace panties; a matching garter belt and black stockings; a thin, red cocktail dress; her clip-on nipple rings; and a silver tiara. She slipped the crown on first to enhance her royal air. Next, she clipped the rings to her nipples, wincing under the moment of discomfort, then sighing as the gentle pressure rode through the hard buds. "Dress me, Hugo," she commanded. Hugo attached the garter belt, then rolled the stockings slowly up her legs. Liz felt his breath against her cunt when her slid the panties over her hips. She held her hands over her head and Hugo dropped the dress down her body. He smoothed it out with his fingers, caressing her gently as he made certain that there were no wrinkles. He lifted her back into her throne. "Dinner is served, madam," he said with a cute bow. Liz giggled and followed him to the dining room, watching his blushing ass sally back and forth. Liz pulled up to the dining room table. Hugo lit the candles and poured a glass of champagne for her. She sipped the bubbly and waited for her steak, which arrived, along with a baked potato and a serving of coleslaw. "That looks delicious, Hugo," she said. She tasted the steak. It was indeed delicious. "Hugo," she called to the servant who stood patiently behind her. "Yes, my queen?" "Would you like to taste some of this?" "If it is your will, then I shall obey," he answered. He was the most romantic slave a queen could ask for. "Come here, then." Hugo dropped to his knees and crawled to his queen. He knelt at her side and placed his hands behind his back. Liz sliced off a sizzling piece of steak and held it in front of Hugo's face. "Thank you, your majesty," he said, before leaning forward to take the morsel from her tines. Liz giggled at him again. They ate like this through the entire dinner. She took a bite of food, then offered a similar bite to Hugo. Hugo thanked her graciously before taking the food. When he brought her ice cream, however, she accidentally spilled a drop of it into her cleavage. "Hugo! Quick!" she called. "Wipe it off before it runs down the dress and ruins it!" Hugo reached his finger between her breasts and wiped up the drop of vanilla. He held it to her lips and she sucked the sweetness from his finger. "I missed a drop, your highness," Hugo said, looking into her eyes and pulling his wet finger slowly from her mouth. She nodded to him. He slid his finger back down her cleavage, then over onto her right nipple. She gasped as his finger slid wetly over her tightening bud. He flicked the nipple ring back and forth. He rubbed the nipple in circles with the stiff finger, then took the nipple between his finger and thumb and gave it a tender squeeze. "Mmm," Liz moaned. "I think you got it all, Hugo." "There is some over here, your highness," he said, rubbing her left nipple. "Oh yes, so there is," agreed the queen. As he stroked the nipple, he nuzzled against her neck. He kissed her behind her ear, then gave her earlobe a long lick from top to bottom. She turned her head toward him and he planted a firm kiss on her lips. She kissed him back for a moment, then, as his fingers gave her nipple a deliciously cruel tug, she pulled away with a moan. "Hugo!" she said, pulling his hand from her dress. "How dare you kiss the queen! You have been unusually disobedient today. If I didn't know better, I'd think you were looking for punishment." "No, my queen," he said, lowering his head. "I'm sorry." "You should be. You know I won't tolerate freshness from my servants." "Yes, madam." "Any further attempts to take liberties with me will be met with stern punishment." "Yes, madam." "Good. Now prepare my massage." "At once, madam." Hugo stood, bowed, then strode quickly to the bedroom. Liz followed leisurely and arrived just in time to see Hugo setting the bottle of oil next to the bed. He knelt before her and unzipped her dress. He pulled it slowly off of her, letting the fabric graze her nipples. She hissed between her teeth at the pleasure. Hugo removed her shoes and unsnapped her garters. He rolled the stockings down her legs, then took off the garter belt. He hooked his fingers into her panties and looked into his queen's face. She nodded. He pulled them down, then lifted her into his arms and set her down on her face on the bed. Hugo oiled his hands and proceeded to give her a long, relaxing massage. His touch was sensuous and smooth. He rubbed her calves and her feet, with even more care than during her bath. He stroked her back and her ass. She took deep breaths and absorbed the passion from his hands. She tried to remember that he was her servant, but when he rolled her over and she saw his bare chest, all she could think of was making love to him. She chided herself for not remembering her place, but Hugo slid his slick hands up her stomach and around her breasts, ending with a slippery tease of her nipples. He tugged the nipple rings loose and Liz sighed at the sudden release of pressure. It was while Hugo was giving each of her fingers a full massage that Liz realized how wet she was getting. He ran his hands from her shoulders over her breasts again. She moaned as his hands slid down her stomach to her bush. He cupped her mons and gave it a slow and gentle press, then, to her dismay, stepped back and stood at attention. "Your massage is complete, my queen." She thought of sending a wicked retort-or perhaps another good spanking!-his way. For a moment, she was tempted to beg him to ravish her, but then remembered her place, at last. She was queen. If her servants aroused her, that was one thing, but it would be against protocol to make love to him. She would simply have to satisfy herself. "Hugo!" she snapped, letting her anger through, in spite of her epiphany. She took a breath. "Please select my DVD for the evening." "Yes, your majesty." Hugo walked to the closet and pulled a box from the shelf where she kept her royal DVD collection. He reached in and pulled out a disc. He held it up for her approval. "What?" she yelled. "What is that? I watched that the other day. That's not the disc I meant." Hugo nodded and returned it to the box. He chose another and again held it up. "No, no, no, not that one. I'm not in the mood for all that group sex." He nodded again and pulled another out. "Hugo, are you only choosing the ones you like? That one is all lesbian! I am not in the mood for it." Hugo returned the disc to the box. "Hugo," she said, slyly, as he dipped his hand in again. "If you don't pick the one I want, I'm going to punish you again." Hugo nodded slowly, then took out another disc. "Rats!" she said, pounding the bed with her fists. "That was the video I was thinking of. Okay, put it in." Hugo bowed. "Yes, madam." He put the disc into the DVD player hooked up to the bedroom's television. He pulled a sexy, pink baby-doll nightie from her lingerie drawer and slid it over her body as she watched the opening credits of her very favorite soft-core porn movie. Hugo tugged the blanket over her legs, but she stopped him from covering the rest of her body. He fluffed up several pillows and helped her into a comfortable, reclining position, then stood at attention at her side. Day for a Queen She turned her attention to the screen. She didn't have to watch long before her emotions were riding along with the characters. Her pulse was pounding. Her pussy was swollen. Her skin was on fire. She ran her hands over her breasts and stroked her nipples firmly, just like the couple in the movie was doing. When she could take no more, she slipped her fingers between her legs and attacked her pussy. She groaned loudly and arched her back. She rubbed her clit up and down with a steady motion. Before long, she felt her orgasm starting. This was going to be a good one. Just then, a noise distracted her: a loud groan. Liz turned her head and snapped out of her lust-filled daze. Hugo's thong was around his knees. His hand was under his apron. He was stroking his cock and watching her self-pleasure. "Hugo!" yelled the shocked queen. Hugo pulled his hand away and stood at attention. He said nothing. "Hugo, how dare you masturbate in the boudoir of the queen! How dare you gaze upon the queen when she is loving herself! Shame!" "I'm sorry, your majesty." "Why would you do such a thing?" "My queen, I can't help it," he said, finally given a chance to speak. "I've watched you every day. Touched you. Massaged you. I'm in love with you, my queen. I would do anything for you. I am yours to command, but when I saw you touching yourself, I was overcome. I want to touch you instead, my queen. I love you." The queen's heart melted. She saw the sweat dripping from his chest. She saw the sizeable tent in his apron. She remembered his handsome ass. And that's when she snapped out of it. His ass. It deserved more punishment. Hugo had gone too far, this time. In love with the queen! Well, he should be in love with her, but still! To watch her masturbate was not allowed. To stroke his cock while standing right there next to her was too much. "You've gone too far, this time, Hugo." She paused to watch his eyes fill with fear. "It's time for your punishment," she said. "Bring me my lube, my glove and my beads." "Your majesty!" "At once, Hugo! And take off that silly thong, too." Hugo slipped off the thong and fell to his knees at her side. "Please, my queen," he begged. "Please don't do this." "You've been very bad all day," Liz answered him coldly. "No, no! Don't do it, please! Spank me more, if it pleases you, but don't use the beads!" "I am the queen. My command is law. My wish is your command. I wish for my beads and my glove and my lube. Further disobedience will not be tolerated." Hugo stood up slowly. He bowed his head. "Yes, my queen." Hugo strode to a dresser. He rummaged for a moment, then retrieved a fresh, latex glove and a tube of K-Y Jelly. Next, he pulled out a Zip-loc bag with a string of five, large, blue, anal beads. He handed the items to Liz. She turned them over in her hands as if considering their best use. "Take off the apron," she commanded, as she turned off the DVD player. He slipped the apron off and stood before her naked, his cock bouncing straight ahead. "Over my lap, servant," she commanded. Hugo crawled onto the bed and positioned himself on all fours, crouched over her waist. His head faced to her left and his legs to her right. She ran her left hand through his hair and stroked his ass with her right. "It's okay, Hugo," she said, slipping the glove over her right hand. "You just need to be punished a little." She flipped the cap of the lube and dropped a healthy dose onto her gloved finger. She reached between his cheeks and found his asshole, then let the drop of jelly rub against the rosebud. He jerked for a moment at the cold, but quickly relaxed as she began a slick, gentle massage of his anus. She rubbed over the opening until it started to relax a little more, then she squeezed another dollop right onto it. She caught the drop with her finger and pushed it in just a little. Hugo hissed and clenched his ass around her finger. "Relax, baby," she said, stroking his ear with her left hand. She wiggled her finger around and twisted it, getting the lube all over his insides. He relaxed a little more and she slid it in farther before removing it completely and adding more jelly. This time, the greased finger went easily in. Hugo groaned as he felt her start pumping him with her finger. She added more jelly and a second finger. He moaned loudly at the stretching. Just as he was starting to fuck her back, she pulled both fingers from his ass. Liz placed the beads in the palm of her gloved hand and squeezed a very generous amount of lube onto them. She made a fist and rubbed them around, getting them nice and slick. She pulled them out of her fist by the cord-as she might pull them out of his ass-to check the lubrication. They slid right out, nice and easy. Perfect. Liz gathered the beads in her wet, right hand and put her left hand at the base of Hugo's neck. "Easy now, Hugo," she whispered. "Here it comes." She put the first bead against his anus and pushed with her index finger. Hugo's ass seemed to suck it right in. She kept pushing with her finger until it was in as far as she could get it. There was a little slack in the nylon cord, so she gathered it with her fingers and pushed it in after the little ball. "That's one," she cooed. Hugo took a breath. She could feel the tip of his cock tapping against her side. Liz put the second ball against his opening and pushed it in until she felt it rest up against the first. She pushed both of them in a little deeper. As she shoved the slack from the cord in, she felt him tense up. His cock was pounding against her side. "Easy, boy," she said. "Take a deep breath. Good. Now here comes number three. That's it, Hugo. Take it nice and deep, now. All the way in. Now, squeeze my finger as I pull it out. Oooh. Very good, Hugo. Now here comes another one." Liz pushed the fourth into Hugo's ass, but the other three beads blocked it from going very deep. "Last one, Hugo. You're being a very good servant. Just relax and take the last ball for your queen." She stroked the hair at the base of his neck lightly as she placed the final bead against his asshole. She pushed it in just past the sphincter. She felt goosebumps rise along his back as she stroked his skin. She pulled the glove off and tossed it into a waste bin near the bed, then looked down at her servant. He looked so cute. His ass was still a little red from the spankings. His cock was swollen and erect. A little cord with a blue ring at its end dangled between his legs. "Well done, Hugo," she praised, pulling him around so that he faced her. "You took your punishment very bravely." "Thank you, your majesty," Hugo panted. "I love it when a man can be brave. You deserve a reward." Liz leaned in and planted a soft kiss against his lips. "Oh, thank you, your highness," Hugo moaned. Liz gave him another, longer kiss. She felt their lips move together. She pulled away, unwilling to yield the heart of a queen to a servant, and yet... It was too late. She grabbed his head and pulled him to her for a deep, wet kiss. Hugo wrapped his arms around her. She caressed his tongue with hers. They moaned together. Hugo's fingers found her aching nipples. No gentle massage this time, he rubbed and pulled them hard through her royal nightie. Liz dragged her nails lightly along his cock before taking it in her hand and stroking it. Hugo followed suit and slid a finger deep into her wet pussy. "Yes, Hugo," she moaned. She closed her eyes and stroked him while he stroked her. He pushed her legs apart and folded them into a wide, but comfortable position. He pulled away from the magical comfort of her hand and lowered his head to her thighs. She gasped as his hot breath caressed the tiny hairs of her leg. She felt the roughness of his stubble high on her thigh and tensed for what she knew would follow a moment later. And, a moment later, she felt it: his lips planting a wet kiss on her wetter snatch. He massaged her lips with his, then spread her petals open with his fingers and penetrated her deeply with a long, slick tongue. "Oh, yeah!" she moaned. She gasped and clenched her pussy around his thrusting tongue. "That's it, servant. Lick me good. Oh God! My clit! Oh! Mmmmnnuh!" Hugo sucked her clit hard between his lips as he rubbed her labia quickly with two fingers. She was dripping all over his hand. Her stomach began to quiver. She started to come. "Oh, yeah! Come! Coming! Yeah!" Hugo kept rubbing her through her come. He flicked her clit mercilessly as she grunted and pumped her pussy. Finally, she slid back to Earth and pushed his head away from her sensitive clitoris. She gave another spasm when he lapped her cunt from bottom to top. He brought his lips back down to her hole and worked her vagina and labia until she was panting, moaning and dripping once again. Hugo climbed up her body until his cock rested against her swollen pussy. She licked her royal nectar from his lips, then kissed him. Hugo leaned back on his knees and retrieved a condom from the nightstand. She stared hungrily at his hardness as he sheathed it. Hugo licked his palm and rubbed the saliva over the head of his throbbing cock, activating the condom's lubrication. He positioned the member at the gate of her royal palace and looked into his queen's eyes. He waited for her command with the head of his cock nestled snuggly between her lips. She took a long breath and looked deep into his eyes. "I command you to fuck me, Hugo." "Yes, my queen." Hugo thrust himself between her lips. Liz gave a yelp of pleasure. Hugo pulled out a little, then slid all the way into her. Her eyes popped open and she let out a long moan. She dug her nails into his back. When she relaxed her grip just a bit, Hugo pushed into her more, grinding against her hard clitoris. Liz pulled him into another kiss and he began fucking her. He held himself over her with his arms and fucked her with slow, steady strokes. She gasped with each assault and whispered incoherent words into his ear. He drove her relentlessly. They both let the pleasure pour through their bodies. He kept on fucking her, just enjoying the sensation and letting her do the same. She reached down and grabbed his ass, pulling him into her harder. "Faster, servant," she gasped. "Yes, Hugo. Faster. Fuck your queen hard." "Oh, yeah! Oh fuck, queen," he mumbled. Hugo bent his head to her ear. He took her lobe between his lips and nibbled gently. Liz gasped. She flew to the edge. She was close. Right there. "Yes! Oh, God, Hugo! I'm gonna come! Fuck! Unh, unh unh. Yeah, make me come!" "Yes, my queen," he whispered. "Oh God! Come!" Liz dove over the edge into bliss. Her body pulsed with orgasmic pleasure. She called his name over and over. Her pussy gripped his cock with steady contractions. The orgasm stretched on and on. Hugo fucked her through it until she released his ass from her fingers and fell backwards. "Oh, God, Hugo," was all she could say. Hugo held still, keeping his cock throbbing gently inside her. He licked and kissed her neck, then gave a serious kiss to her lips. "Hugo," she panted, as she surfaced for air. "I don't remember commanding you to stop fucking me." "I'm sorry, my queen," he breathed. He started back up again at a slow pace. Soon, they were panting and moaning again as he pistonned into her. "Hugo, you're so good," she moaned. "Keep fucking me. I'm almost there. Unh! Yeah, right there." Hugo reached down between them and slid her clit between two fingers. Liz started gasping immediately. "Oh! Oh! Oh!" she panted. Liz started to come again. She could feel the sensation build quickly in her clit under the attention of his fingers and his cock. "Oh fuck! I'm gonna come! Fuck! Hugo, I order you to come!" Hugo kept fucking her and let his own orgasm begin deep in his balls. "Oh, yeah! There it is!" she shouted as she dropped over the edge again. Hugo felt her pussy pulsing around his cock and he felt himself get closer. He was right there. Almost there. Then, suddenly, he felt something new. As he started into the contorted face of his spasming queen, he felt the beads in his ass move. His sphincter gripped down reflexively, but they were well lubricated and moving quickly. His muscles tried to grab the balls as the slid by and he flew into an orgasmic pulse. His cock exploded. He felt the orgasm link his ass and balls and cock directly with her gripping pussy. He shouted her name as the come poured from his penis. Suddenly, the beads were gone and there was only the orgasm. A moment later, it was done and he felt a glow of bliss envelop his body. He collapsed onto his lover and tried to find his breath. "Oh, my," she whispered in his ear, stroking the back of his neck again. "That was very nice." "Yeah," he panted. "Fuck yeah." He rolled off her and helped her arrange her legs and pillows so that she was lying down comfortably under the sheets. He slid into the bed next to her and took her in his arms. "Wonderful beyond fucking belief," he said. They looked into each other's eyes for an aeon or two as they stroked each other's skin leisurely. "Did you mean that?" she asked, a playful grin spreading across the angelic glow of her face. "What?" "When you said you loved me. Where you still role-playing, or was that for real?" "Why you!" James grabbed a pillow and bopped her on the head with it. Her tiara was tangled in her hair off to one side. They both burst into laughter while he tried to get it off of her head. When they had it straightened out he took her in his arms again. "I'll love you forever, Liz," he said. "I'm so lucky that I can have my queen in my fantasy and in real life, too." "I love you, James." Things seemed to turn her way over the rest of the week. Just before the Friday deadline, she decided to give the car dealer another chance. He changed his mind and agreed to run the ad over the weekend, as per the contract, and would look at everything fresh on Monday. She was sure that he would be back. After all, if he was selling bad cars, he needed all the help he could get from advertising. And if not, he would go out of business and the city would be a better place for it. She was happy either way. Fred avoided her for the entire week. Monday, she would forgive him and apologize for threatening his balls, but it was nice to let him live in fear for a couple of days. By Friday afternoon, Liz was more than ready to start the weekend. "Hugo" had promised to make seafood linguini and had bought a gift for his queen-although he wouldn't say what it was. She wanted to do something nice for him as well. Maybe flowers. He was such a good servant. She stopped by the florist on the corner-her client. "Hey, Liz," Grace, the owner, said as Liz rolled through the door. "I was just thinking about you." Grace was a stunning Japanese-American with long, black hair and a silk, print dress that made her a look like a living floral display. Her long legs emerged from the dress like stems and her face beamed like a perfect daisy when she smiled. "Really? Were you thinking of a floral arrangement that would make James bow before me and agree to do my bidding all night long?" They burst into laughter. Grace had to sit down in a chair before she could compose herself again. She shook her head, then grabbed a basket and got to work on an arrangement. "You know," Grace said, as she cut a stem into shape. "That guy, Fred, was in here today." "What?" "Yeah. And you know what? He is a major league asshole. He actually tried to put some kind of stupid move on me like he was going to steal my account away from you, or something. " "He did what?" shouted Liz, fear and anger boiling inside her. "Does your boss let him get away with shit like that? You know what I said?" Liz shook her head. "I told that piece of shit that if he ever came in here again, I'd rip his nuts off and feed them to my cat." Liz leaned back and laughed with relief. Grace just smiled and winked. "Then I told him that I was going to give you a call on Monday to set up a new set of ads. Nice big ones so we can steal a few customers from that strip mall down the street. What do you say to that?" "I say," Liz answered. "That I know just what would do the trick. I'll call you Monday and run a few ideas by you." Grace handed a breathtaking basket of flowers to Liz and gave her a sexy wink. "Here you go, your highness."