1 comments/ 14984 views/ 5 favorites Emperor Jack #01 By: DrSqueaky Emperor Jack #1: The Delegate from Brittania By special order of His Imperial Majesty, Emperor Augustus, the following story has been permitted to be translated into historical Terran languages. This is not to be construed as implying any less than a total commitment to the universal adoption of Myrgan as the official language of Terra. Long live the Federation! I strode into the grand hall of the palace, distracted by a thousand problems. I had enough bureaucrats to fill a city, yet it still seemed that all these stupid little things demanded MY attention. Oh well--I was the Emperor. I guess that's the price you pay for absolute power. Everyone's afraid to cross me, for fear that with a wave of my hand I could condemn anyone to live the rest of their lives in exile on a strange planet far away. Perhaps they have heard, as I have, that Terrans are popular commodities on the galactic black market for slaves. I'm afraid to find out if that's really true--and if so, why us? The Esteemed Advisor was waiting for me--to me, just good ol' Chuck. That was his name, way back when, before Terra was contacted and eventually assimilated into the Myrg Galactic Federation. In those days I was just a drone civil servant named Jack, and Chuck was my best friend. Now he is my top advisor, as his title suggests. "There are delegates who wish to speak with you," he informed me with a glint in his eye. "Delegates?" I asked hopefully. "Delegates!" he confirmed. Oh yeah--this job was hell, but the perks were pretty awesome. Despite all the stress of trying to keep the people of the planet happy while also satisfying the Council of the MGF, I wouldn't change a thing, because now I had delegates! I should clarify; there are delegates, and there are delegates. To most of you, I suppose, the word conjures up images of boring civil servants, like things were before and like I once was. There were still thousands of those, of course, but I had layers and layers of bureaucracy spreading all across the Big Island actively keeping them away (the islands of Hawaii were now the exclusive home of the Terran central government). Then somewhere along the way, someone got smart; I may be Emperor, but I am most definitely also a man. Someone had the brilliant idea that if they sent a beautiful woman as a delegate, perhaps one that would be willing to make it worth my while if you know what I mean, I might be more inclined to listen. They were absolutely right, even though no one outside of Chuck knew that the Federation had expressly forbidden that I marry or have children (the MGF selects its regents on the basis of qualifications, not bloodlines). But no one said I couldn't fuck like a goddamn rabbit! The lack of an Empress only made it easier for me to fuck anything that struck my fancy. Over time a system evolved; special delegates were shown right to my palace, whose grounds occupied all of the island of Maui. These lovely delegates openly offered their charms to garner my attention; if they pleased me, I would give them five minutes to make their case. In a planet-wide bureaucracy, it was by far the most effective way to get heard. As word got out about this informal system, I now got delegates in bunches, requiring them to compete against each other just to get the CHANCE to try to satisfy me; that was becoming as fun as the games themselves. By the tone of Chuck's voice, I knew I was going to have some wonderful choices to make. With renewed energy I moved to the throne. I glanced around; the usual cadre of servants were in their places. Maybe I should adopt more standard uniforms... it always looks like a circus in here, I thought. Maybe I should lose the Chinese robes that I and the government officials wore. I had adopted a Romanesque name, but I couldn't see myself wearing a toga. The Chinese robes, however, gave a nice Imperial air to the place; a lot of folks still had trouble coming around to the fact that the entire planet now answered to one Emperor. But since I could do whatever the hell I wanted, I borrowed from other chapters of Terran history for other uniforms, which worked well individually but when brought together tended to assault the senses of anyone familiar with history. Take the household staff, for instance. The girls that were charged with bringing me food were dressed like medieval serving wenches, in long dresses with laced-up bodices. There was one always stationed along the side wall in the Great Hall. Next to her, a tall blonde with her hair up dressed like a French maid; black heels and hose, tiny skirt, everything. She was there to run to the bar. And next to her, a short-ish but shapely young Hawaiian native girl, dressed in the flowered bikini top and angle-bottomed cover-up worn by staff whose duties regularly required them to go outside. Then if you consider the security staff, wearing 21st-century combat fatigues...you can see why it starts to resemble a circus. "A delegate from the Asiatica," a voice announced, rousing me from my thoughts. Snapping back to the present, I nodded; a gorgeous young Asian woman with lustrous black hair was escorted to my throne. I couldn't tell if she was from what had formerly been Japan, China, the Phillipines, Korea, or whatever (all of them now combined as the Asiatica province, plus Australia). It didn't matter; she was lovely. She glided forward; I could tell she was walking on stilettos even though her Chinese robe obscured everything. She walked forward, then she and all her escorts bowed. I raised my finger indicating they could rise. She spoke. "My Lord, I am Asim, and I bring you greetings from Asiatica." "What is your business?" I asked wearily. "If it please my Lord, I would like to discuss with you a small matter affecting some of our larger cities." As she spoke, she untied the belt around her robe and whipped it open, revealing the... other part of the bargain. She wore a bikini, the kind that I liked with prominent ties for easy removal, in a bright teal that accented the smooth brown of her skin. I glanced at her left ear--she wore two earrings, each a small round hoop with a single bead-like bulb, one of which was white and the other blue. A code--the earrings indicated what services the delegates were willing to provide. White meant fellatio, blue meant intercourse. Ho-hum--without at least those two, they wouldn't have gotten an audience in the first place. I was hoping for something more...interesting. I nodded, and she stepped aside. "A delegate from the Province of Arabica," was the next announcement. Arabica consisted of everything from Mongolia to the Arabian Peninsula. A fine exotic beauty moved toward me, dressed as a traditional belly dancer. She had an intriguing little tassel belly-button ring. We did the little introduction thing and she stepped aside. I checked her earrings... white, blue... red. Code for submission. Eh... not really in the mood for that today. "A delegate from Province of Afrika." I raised my eyebrows as she approached; I wasn't expecting her to be white. They were catching on to what I liked down there; I guess she must have been from the south. She was also dressed in a white robe with her hair in two spirals beside her head--an obvious attempt to mimic a famous sci-fi character from days gone by. I checked hear ear--white, blue... brown. My favorite--unimaginatively enough, a brown earring meant she did anal. When she did her introduction, she opened her robe to reveal that underneath she wore a metal bikini reminiscent of a still-famous slave girl scene from that same sci-fi franchise. I nodded appreciatively as she turned... and then, ugh. She had some big, ugly tattoo on her hip. Personal preference, sure, but I hate to see the wonderful female body graffitti-ed over with stupid tattoos. A tiny thing in an inconspicuous place, even a tramp stamp I might look past--I could just keep her on her back. But anything that interfered with my enjoyment of unadulterated female flesh--well, let's just say I had plenty to choose from, so I didn't need to lower my standards. Princess or no, she was out. "A delegate from America," was the next announcement. The Americas were split into two provinces; from Panama to Canada was America, and everything south of that was Brasilia. She was a busty blonde dressed in the uniform of a popular American football team. I wondered if she was the real deal, cheerleader for the team that is, or if the just borrowed a uniform. Her breasts were so big, out of proportion to the rest of her, which made me suspect they were augmented. Given the choice, I'd preferred less had they been real. Within limits, of course. "And finally, a delegate from Brittania." The British Isles were combined with Scandinavia to form one province. A lot of people questioned why I put those two together; people's knowledge of history is short. In my mind, keeping all of Europe together would have made them too big, especially since I wanted all of what had been Russia to stay together. Plus, beautiful Paris simply HAD to be the capitol of Europa; I heard enough shit from the Germans and Italians, I didn't want a bunch of Brits whining about it too. But as it was, Brittania was easily the smallest province of Terra. My heart skipped a beat as the delegate came into view--she was breathtaking. Fine porcelain skin, high cheekbones, flowing long red hair. As she came closer, I could see she had a few fine freckles adding interest to her already beautiful face. It also became clear that she was feeling self-conscious. Maybe because she wasn't really dressed for the part as the others were; rather than having some kind of theme, she wore a simple flowing black dress, cut just above the knee with a modest V-neckline, and heels. She exuded nervousness. She was brought before me. After the bow, she announced "Hail, your Imperial Majesty. I am Shana, and I bring tidings from Brittania." Her voice cracked once, and her eyes--a lovely pale green otherwise--were narrowed in fear. She had the look of someone fighting the urge to run. "Thank you all. I shall gladly attend to you as my schedule allows." They all bowed, and exited stage right. My Exalted Advisor came up to me and spoke softly "so what shall it be today, buddy?" "Shana," I said immediately. He rolled his eyes; I almost never passed up a redhead. Just my thing. "... and Asim." He raised his eyebrows. "Really? Not the one from Afrika?" "Did you see her tattoo?" He shook his head, but needed no further explanation. "Together or separately?" "Together," I replied. "How about you? You want one?" "I'm a big football fan," he answered slyly. "Go for it," I returned. Standing, I retired to a private room to enjoy a cocktail or two before seeing just what the delegates had to offer. ---------- Asim and Shana stood side by side. The door was closed behind them. "Well ladies," I announced, "this is your time." They could not have reacted more different. Asim strode towards the throne where I sat confidently. She undid her belt while walking and threw the robe aside so she was just wearing the bikini. Then she started to dance; she seemed to know what she was doing. She played with the bikini string between her breasts; she brushed them along my face, and dangled them by my lips. I grasped it with my teeth. She pulled back, untying the string. She peeled back the cups and dangled her breast into my mouth. It was larger than I expected and had a gigantic nipple, as Asians sometimes do. Delicious. Asim let me suck her tit, but rubbed her hands provocatively along my shoulders and chest while I did. When I let go of the nipple, she did a bend, got down on her knees, and parted the folds of my robe. My erection sprung out. Brushing her hair back out of the way, she opened her lips and began to suck me. Well. I glanced over, and saw that Shana was still standing right where she had been. I couldn't tell if she was in shock, or what. Perhaps the Bretons hadn't done an adequate job of explaining what her role should be. I gestured her over with my finger. She stood for a moment, and then nervously tottered towards the throne, stopping arm's length from my chair. I again gestured that she should come closer. She pulled up next to the armrest, and I put my arm appreciatively around her hips. This simple dress clung to her, hinting at an attractive physique still to be seen. She didn't seem to respond; I glanced up. She was transfixed with watching Asim suck my dick. I couldn't understand why she should be in shock watching me get serviced. Didn't she understand that's what she was here to do? Asim glanced up and shot Shana a look that would kill. She was not about to share if she didn't have to--after all, whoever made me cum got five minutes of my precious ear. I've gotten more blowjobs than I could count since becoming Emperor, but Asim she was definitely in the top handful of cocksuckers I'd ever enjoyed. She had a bead piercing on her tongue, for one thing, which she used to great effect. And since she felt competition for my attention, she was now throating me, deeper and deeper. What was impressive was that she could deep-throat and hold it. She must have no gag reflex at all. I felt Shana take a step back, scared off by Asim's glare. I tugged her back again. I saw now she had a thin cloth belt; I tugged at it. Roused momentarily, she untied the belt. I didn't realize it was keeping her dress together, but now untied the two halves fell away gently, revealing just the slightest crack through which her skin, almost translucent, was visible. Is something wrong with her? I thought. Good thing I'd taken two, because I didn't have time to deal with a shy chick, no matter how hot, not for my afternoon sojourn. I looked up at Shana; she returned my gaze nervously, fearfully. I ran my hand along the open front of her dress, widening the valley slightly. Her demeanor didn't change. I reached up, ran my hand along the top of her shoulder under the dress. As I moved it, the dress drew back like a curtain, revealing her left breast. Her demeanor didn't change. Well, at least she's not saying no. I gazed at her breast. I've seen a lot of titties since I became Emperor too, but this breast was so perfect it made me catch my breath. It was pale, flawless, shaped halfway between a globe and a teardrop. It jutted out proudly, yet seemed fragile. There were a handful of freckles along its base, becoming slightly more dense as they reached the valley between them but still understated. My dick seemed to get harder--which of course encouraged Asim to deep-throat it even more. I brushed the other half of her dress open to reveal the other breast, then glancing up at her I reached for it with my mouth. She watched me like she didn't believe this was really happening, although she did turn towards me so that my lips could reach. Some breasts seem to want to played rough with; this one seemed delicate as fine china. I pursed my lips around the nipple gently, suckling it with the lightest of pressure. It slipped out of my mouth; I saw that it had reacted to my kiss and the nipple was erect and extended. I reached for the sweet little eraser-tip and suckled it again. I glanced up; she had her eyes closed now, but I also saw her gulp nervously. Suckling her wonderful breast, I ran my right hand along her belly. Her fairness gave the impression of delicateness, but I could feel with my fingers that the muscles of her belly were toned and taut. I touched the smooth skin, but soon found myself gravitating toward the other nipple. Shana rested her arm on the back of my throne and bent over slightly to give me better access to her breasts, but her eyes remained closed. Her red hair, however, tumbled gently downward onto me, brushed my face lightly in a way that almost tickled. If I had ever seen a more gorgeous creature, I certainly could not have told you when. Suckling the beautiful Shana's breasts, my dick was highly aroused. This played right into Asim's strengths as a world-class cocksucker. As I focused on the taste of the nipples, my penis felt a wonderful sensation. I don't know what she was doing differently, but somehow Asim was using her tongue piercing on the sensitive underside of my flesh in a way that sent a shiver down my spine. She picked up on this immediately, of course, and in a flash I felt spinal shiver-back of throat-spinal shiver-back of throat. It was amazing. And yet it still surprised me when I felt the boiling begin in my nuts. Holy shit--I hadn't even started to fuck either one yet. I couldn't tell you the last time I couldn't hold it. But Asim was so good, I felt climax right around the corner and closing fast. I tried to stop Asim before she got me off, but this is where our arrangement worked against me. Asim was focusing on my dick and ignoring Shana; when I tried to reach for her, my arm was momentarily blocked by Shana's body leaning over me. I steered around and touched Asim on the shoulder, but it was too late. The machinery was set in motion, and with a grunt I blasted my load down her eager, waiting throat. Shana didn't know what had happened at first. She noticed I had stopped suckling her nipple, though, and then saw that Asim had stopped sucking my dick and now was thoughtfully licking my member clean with a triumphant look on her face. Shana figured it out quickly enough. She straightened, white as a ghost. "You have succeeded," I announced wearily, "say your peace." Asim stood and animatedly related a message about problems with violence in their cities. She requested that "safety zones" be established to separate rival factions. I was only half-listening; three words in I knew what this was really about. I was also watching Shana; she backed away, near tears. She had failed in her mission; she had not earned the right to deliver her message. My arm was still by her; I reached for her quickly and put my hand on her hip, indicating that I wished her to stay. She froze, in fear. Asim finished her pitch. "Thank you for your concerns," I said when she finished as I always did. "I shall consult with my advisors, and then craft a response to your request within seven days." She nodded, and I waved for her to be dismissed. She got up to leave; again Shana moved to follow her, but I squeezed her hip. She stayed. I pulled my arm out from inside her dress and stood up. She watched me fearfully. I gently pulled the two sides of her dress together, and reached for the belt; with some relief she retied her belt. "Are you so afraid of me, Shana?" I asked gently. "I..." her mouth flapped open and closed. "I... I guess I wasn't prepared for what was expected..." I nodded sympathetically. "That is unfortunate. I would have liked to hear what message you conveyed." She looked at the ground soberly. Indeed, she had missed her chance. I gently put my finger to her chin and lifted her face. "I might still be interested to hear, but I do not have time at present. There is a major state function tonight." She nodded sadly. "Would you be willing to help out? There will a lot to serve, and the kitchen staff could always use some help. Help with the banquet, and perhaps afterwards we can still discuss the message you wished to convey." She blinked at me with doubt, but it wasn't a difficult request. I think it's also not really clear to most people if, when the Emperor asks you something, you really have the right to refuse. In fact, I'm not sure myself--fortunately, I don't ask for unreasonable things, and so it's never been a problem "Good. Outside the door you will find Jenny--she's the one dressed in the medieval gown. Tell her to find you a uniform, and that you will help serve the banquet tonight." I nodded towards the door, and nervously she rushed out. I watched her as she left...she was such a fine specimen. What was it going to take to get her to relax? Emperor Jack #01 As she left, one of my advisors came in. Not Chuck--I was sure he was balls-deep in that cheerleader right about now. I began to dictate my response to Asim's request--they weren't going to like it. What she was really saying was that there was violence along ethnic lines, that they couldn't get used to the idea that they were all one now. I couldn't believe it was Asiatica that was having the most trouble letting go of old separations and adopting a new unified identity; I expected Arabica would be the problem there. Without saying so, what the Asiatics really wanted separation along ethnic lines. What they would get instead is more integration; people HAD to let old divisions and borders die. We were all part of a bigger system now, and petty historical squabbles had no place in it. That's the thing about the delegate system--sexual favors can be used to earn the chance to plead a case. There's nothing that says I'm going to do what they ask. ---------- You may be wondering how the entire planet came to be governed by a single Emperor. Naturally it didn't happen overnight. When the aliens first made contact, they came in peace, but they were clearly far advanced of ourselves. We were a galactic boondock; out in a spiral arm of the Milky Way, known to the rest of the universe as the Myrg Galaxy. Like the other galaxies, all of the sentient beings of Myrg were part of a single central government, the Myrg Galactic Federation or MGF. But because the Earth, now known as Terra, was out on a spiral arm hundreds of light-years from the central disk where most intelligent life resided, it took them a long time to find us. Once they made contact, it became clear that our technology was backward but our climate divine--and one of the first things they helped us with was controlling our greenhouse gasses to keep it that way. But after having spent a few hundred years as an industrialized economy, it was quite a shock when the economics of the MGF drove us to becoming being primarily agrarian again. Some of the Earth's indigenous plants became prized commodities (animal products cannot be exported by interplanetary law) and imported graw-gyn grew like a weed on the fertile soil of Terra. (Graw-gyn is the primary staple of the MGF, and makes quite a tasty bread--if you can get past it's blue color). There was a huge culture shock: humans demanded goods imported from more advanced planets, and the only commodity they wanted back was food, so the economics of Earth were forced to shift. Hundreds of years of migration into urban areas reversed as people flocked back to the fields. Governments had even more difficulty adapting to the changes than the people themselves. The Federation would come to the leaders of the various nations of the time and ask them for information. They would be trying to maximize yield, or help with our greenhouse gasses, or otherwise try to make Terra better and more efficient for everyone's sake. But Terran assistance often left much to be desired; miles of red tape and international non-cooperation hindered their ability to get what they wanted. In those days, I was an attache in the Bureau of Economic Analysis. It was my job to analyze numbers and generate statistics, so a lot of the aliens' requests came to me. I'm sure that similar requests went to other departments and other countries, but I guess I was more efficient at getting answers, even if it wasn't necessarily my department. I dunno, maybe everyone else figured that if the aliens didn't vaporize us right off the bat they never would. I never looked at it that way. I figured that we'd better not piss them off, because they really didn't us around. It seemed to me sometimes that they were more concerned about the long-term future of Terra than we were, even though we lived here. Somewhere along the line, someone in the MGF must have noticed that a lot of the answers came from the same portal into the GWW (galaxy-wide web). They found out who I was, and started posing their questions to me directly rather than wasting weeks going through official channels only to have the request land on my desk anyway. For my part, if they snapped their fingers, I jumped. Totally out of the blue, the Federation ambassador to Terra asked me to join him for dinner one night. Sitting in a restaurant in DC, he asked me why it took so long for others to get answers, but not me. I said I thought maybe I just had a better idea where to look. He didn't believe that was the answer. Then he asked me if I thought I could run a big organization. I told him "I don't really like to manage people. But I think I could make good strategic decisions." "Do you think you could find someone who is good at managing people?" he asked. I nodded. "Sure. I've got a good friend Chuck who's really good at it." "It is always important to know both your strengths and your limitations. It is a wise man that avoids arenas where he is sure to fail. That is lesson many of your fellow Terrans could stand to learn," he said ominously. I walked away that night feeling that I'd made a good impression on the aliens, but a vague uneasiness about why they had wanted to talk to me in the first place. I was intercepted on my way to the office the next morning: it was Friday, August 13. I was escorted to meet the president in the Oval Office. President Carson had been in office for just 8 months, elected on a platform of restoring the US to its primary position among the nations of the world without really being clear how to do that. Several attempts to increase US prominence had been foiled by the MGF; he was frustrated and getting heat from the voters for not delivering on his campaign promises. He took that out on me, laying into me for overstepping my bounds, acting beyond my authority. I told him I with the ambassador as a citizen, not as a representative of the government, but he wouldn't accept that... to make a long story short, I was escorted from the Oval Office straight to jail facing possible charges of treason. That turned out to be a very bad move on the president's part. From jail, I used my one allotted phone call to call the ambassador. In the next 24 hours, the MGF moved in an razed the entire political structure of the planet. All of the leaders of the existing states were rounded up, boarded onto freighters, and shipped to MGF headquarters. In its place one central government was declared, and to my great surprise I was declared its Emperor. I didn't feel anything close to qualified for the job, but now especially crossing the Federation just didn't seem to be a good idea. Naturally there were howls of protest, but the will of the MGF was backed up by the strength of the Federation army. Once we reorganized Terra's native militaries and started paying their checks, any serious threat of rebellion abated. So it was that in the course of three days I went from pencil-pusher to Public Enemy to Emperor of Terra. Because it was August, I adopted the name Emperor Augustus, attempting to conjure up connotations to the glories of ancient Rome. If nothing else, it sounded more official than Emperor Jack. ---------------- I sat in my private quarters, dreading that night. There was an official state dinner, and they are one of the things I hate most about my position. I was going to have to listen to dozens of delegates from each of the provinces, each trying to bend my ear about some issue of theirs. I wasn't even expecting any Federation ambassadors tonight, so all conversation was going to be directed at me. I couldn't afford to drink, and there wasn't even a dance later to distract people, not if the Emperor didn't have an Empress with whom to dance. So I had nothing to look forward to but four hours of boring people pelting me with petty problems. Sigh. The only bright spot was that maybe, just maybe, something interesting might happen with Shana. There was a knock at my door--I was 15 minutes late already. With a sigh, I picked myself up and steeled myself for what was to come. I forced myself to stand, and headed towards the door. Everyone was standing as I entered. I proceeded solemnly to the head table. With a slight bow/nod, I sat, and everyone else did, too. There was a head table where I sat with the Head Ministers of every province seated on one side, myself in the middle. The other side was left open so the three hundred other guests seated in three long rows perpendicular to the head table could see us. There wasn't a riser, but our chairs were slightly taller than the others. It felt like being at a wedding, minus the bride. Most of the tables were attended to by a gang of kitchen staff, but our table had dedicated staff assigned just to us--a barmaid, our usual waitress, and Shana, dressed in a waitress' medieval wench gown an standing at her side. Shana followed the regular waitress around, doing whatever she did. She kept her eyes downcast, like she was afraid to look in the eyes of all the so-called powerful people in attendance. I was served first, but later when she came to refill the roll basket I was able to mumble "Thank you, Shana," in her direction. She glanced up at me briefly with doe eyes. I happened to catch that the Minister from Brittania looked up from his food and did a double-take when he heard the name, then acted as if nothing had happened. He must have been involved in her selection, I thought. Because of the importance of selecting the right delegate, provincial ministers are wise to become very involved in the selection process, which I imagine might bear more than a passing resemblance to casting a porno. All during the banquet, the Minister from Asiatica was at my left and kept jawing about the same shit Asim had sucked me off to tell me about earlier. I nodded noncommittally, thinking boy are you gonna be pissed when you find out how I'm ACTUALLY going to respond to your problem. Then I realized that I could sneak glances over his left shoulder and see Shana and her mentor standing against the wall. When she wasn't doing something, she was scanning the crowd, wide-eyed at the dignitaries in the room. And she kept throwing glances at me, although as soon as I caught her she would look away. I noticed her gulp a few times after she did. Damn... I think she's worrying about what's going to happen later. That's not a good sign... Then she glanced my way, and caught me looking at HER. That caught her off guard; I guess she didn't expect that, with all these important people in the room, I'd be looking at her. Then I rolled my eyes so only she could see. I saw her crack up, then look away and try to regain her serious countenance. I couldn't help but grin a little as the Minister kept jabbering away in his heavily accented Myrgan, oblivious. His accent in itself was telling; Asim, for example, was nowhere near as hard to understand. It told me the Minister only spoke Myrgan at official functions, and used traditional languages in other contexts--perhaps even in his office, which would be against the rules. Accents were turning out to be a pretty good indicator of who was really making efforts to assimilate and who was just playing along. I was pleasantly surprised that there was entertainment planned. After dinner everyone was taken outside and treated to a show by traditional Hawaiian dancers. It was a special treat for me to see a regular attendant that stood in my great hall every day up on stage, dancing in a coconut-shell bikini and grass skirt, a very sensual hula. I may just have to slip that one a piece of pork one of these days, I mused. Not today, though--I was saving my bacon for Shana, hopefully. I hung out for a while after the show until I felt I could leave without offending any of these pricks. I slipped away, grabbed Shana by the hand and escaped to my private quarters. There was apprehension in her eyes, though, and I felt her hesitation as I led her to the bedroom. I opened the door, releasing her hand, and exclaimed, "Whew. Man am I glad THAT is over." I took off my shoes and sat down on the bed. Shana watched. She took a step towards me haltingly, then stopped. With consternation, she looked away. "I'm sorry, your Imperial Highness. I... I don't know why, but I don't seem to be able to do this..." "Are you a virgin, Shana?" "No!" she protested. "And I'm not a prude. I don't understand... I mean, yeah, I don't really know you, but neither do the others... I don't know. I just... feel so much pressure to perform... it's just messing with my system. I'm not responding the way I usually do..." I tapped the bed next to me with my hand. "Come sit next to me, Shana," I invited. There was a pause, then she nervously came and sat stiffly on the bed. "Relax, Shana. I'm not going to bite you." She smiled nervously. I sat silently, breathing slowly. She heard me and tried to calm herself as well. "That's better. Now then... please deliver your message." "Pardon?" she asked, perplexed. "Your message. The reason you came here? The thing you were supposed to tell me?" "But I..." "Just tell me the message," I said calmly. And so she did. It seems that one of the issues with joining the Scandinavian countries with Great Britain when I formed Brittania is that Europa kind of jutted into the way. The only way to get things from one part to the other was by sea, and they were having difficulties with Europa stopping their ships and extracting duties on cargos as they passed through the North Sea. I called for the Exalted Advisor at once, and dictated a policy that would ensure that ships bound from the British Isles to Scandinavia had free and clear passage. "Oh, your Majesty, thank you so much," she gushed when I finished. "No, thank you," I demurred. "That is EXACTLY the kind of message I need to hear, and one that needs directives from the central authority to correct." "This will really help with the spiraling inflation in Brittania," she observed. "I hope so," I agreed. "And... now do you feel better? You've delivered your message, the pressure is off. You can go home and collect your fee now." She paused, thinking. Then she responded "kind of. But now I feel like I've taken something without paying for it, and need to make amends." I laughed. "Are you a Papist, Shana?" "I was raised that way... why?" "Who else could turn a gift freely given into a reason to feel guilty?" She frowned knowingly and turned her gaze to the floor; perhaps it was not the first time she had heard such a message. "Do you have a boyfriend, Shana?" She nodded. "Do you feel guilty being here with me, because of him?" "Not really," she replied. "I mean, he's not very happy about it, but I don't feel like I owe him anything. It's not like I go around picking up other men in bars; this is a very different circumstance. We really need the money, and it's not like he put a ring on my finger." I nodded. "Do you like to make love to your boyfriend, Shana?" "Sure... I know I must seem totally frigid to you, but really... our love life is pretty good..." "Would you close your eyes for a moment, and imagine your boyfriend for a moment? I'm going to rub your shoulder and help you relax." She let out a big sigh, then closed her eyes. I put my hands on her shoulders, bare in the scoop-necked gown, and squeezed gently. "There. Does he rub your shoulders sometimes too?" She nodded. "Good. Just imagine you're with him." I felt her relaxing slightly as I rubbed. "Does he ever kiss your neck... like this?" I brushed back her hair and softly kissed the side of her neck. "No," she answered, "...but I like it." "Good, because your neck is very kissable." I kissed it a few more times, and I felt her relaxing. But I inadvertently let my hands dip further down while kissing her neck, which she interpreted as making a move for her tits I guess. She tensed up anew. I moved so I was sitting squarely next to her. "I'm going to put my hand on your knee, OK?" She nodded slowly. I gathered up her long dress so that it lay above her knee, and put my hand gently on her knee. With my other hand, I gently brushed her neck and shoulders. "Are you still thinking of your boyfriend?" she nodded. "Good. Now, think back to the last time you made love. Or a particularly memorable time, which ever." I paused to let her imagine. "Are you picturing it now?" "Yes, but it's difficult," she replied. "That's OK, keep concentrating on it." I paused for a moment. "Are you in a bed?" "Yes." "Good. Are you on top? Or is he on top? or..." "So far he's on top," she answered in a faraway voice. She was indeed trying to imagine. "We usually start that way, then switch later." "Good, good. Now, imagine how it feels to make love to him. Can you do that?" she nodded. "All right then, tell me... what do you like best about how it feels?" While she considered, I gently moved my hand slightly further up her thigh as I caressed her. Finally she answered, "I don't know, a lot of it. I like feeling close to him...I like feeling filled up...and of course it makes my pussy feel good..." My hand slid further up her thigh. I could faintly feel the warmth of her crotch nearby. She didn't move to close her legs. "Does he ever touch you between the legs?" "Not usually," she answered. She tensed up a little, but was still relaxed enough to resist the urge to flee. I leaned in, brushed her hair back and kissed her neck again while still stroking her smooth thigh. I saw her breath relax, and she tilted her head slightly away from me so I had more neck to kiss--she seemed to like that, so I kept doing it. After kissing her neck a number of times, I let my fingers slide up further until I reached the point where her two legs met. I feared she would flinch, but she did not--in fact, she seemed to shift so that her legs parted slightly further. My fingers stroked her crotch gently at first--I would have been just tickling the hairs had there been any, but she had followed her instructions to shave or wax her pubes bare. Her labia were tightly closed, but a warm softness told my fingers where the cleft lay. I stroked it gently, slowly coaxing it to arousal. I felt just a hint of dampness develop, and then I felt a tiny button emerge from hiding under my middle finger. I ran my finger up and down her cleft again, but now circled the rising knob on each pass, making it rise even further. I watched her laying there; her breaths became more salient as her body began responding to my touch. Shana opened her eyes and turned her face toward me, keeping her legs parted. The look in her eyes was very different from before. They still showed the barest hint of nervousness, but now also vulnerability--and desire. Her lips twitched once. I decided that that meant she wanted to kiss me; perhaps she felt unsure of whether it was acceptable to kiss one's Emperor, even if his hands are between your legs. I leaned forward, allowing our lips to meet. As soon as our lips touched, her resistance started to melt. She kissed me surprising energy, and I could feel her labia soften to my touch. Her reticent stiffness gave way, but she surprised me. The most I had hoped for was that she would be passively accepting of my advances. Instead, a fire of passionate energy glowered, sparked, and slowly took flame. She brought her closer leg up to her chin, resting it on the bed, providing free and broad access to her mound. Then she leaned back on her elbows, watching me with a sultry look as I touched her pussy. With her legs now far apart, the labia were easily parted, and I felt hot wetness inside her canyon. I glanced under her lifted skirt as I touched her. The bright pink of her pussy glowed in contrast to the pale of her skin. I decided I wanted to taste her. Emperor Jack #01 I slid back a foot, then leaned over between her thighs. I kissed the tender inside skin, getting closer and closer, until finally let my tongue run up and down her increasingly engorged lips. She brought her other leg up on the bed, splitting her legs, knees bent, in a wide V-shaped. I let my tongue press against her clitoris, rubbing circles around it. I heard a slight moan escape her lips. I glanced up between her legs; I couldn't see much because the skirting was in the way, but I could tell that her bosom had started rising and falling like in a supermarket paperback. I felt her hands touch my head, running her fingers through my hair, appreciative and encouraging. She was delicious. Her sex was fragrant, but it was not sour or overpowering; nothing to dissuade me from a prolonged tasting. The wetness of my tongue mixed with the wetness of her sex, and I felt my lower jaw slowly get coated with a fine dew of desire. The hand left my head, and I felt her squirming or something. I glanced up again, and saw that she was undoing the lacing of her bodice. She loosened the laces, then tugged at the two halves of the dress to pull them farther apart. Then she brought it down and over, exposing those wonderful, pale breasts. My face was still between her thighs, but my fingers greedily sought her breasts. I heard her sigh as the stimulation trifecta was completed: tongue on clit and fingers on nipples x2, all at the same time. I felt her hips start to move, raising and lowering her pelvis against the movements of my tongue. I backed off for a moment, looking, and saw that her pussy was now alive with excitement. I withdrew one hand and using two fingers gently parted the lips. They opened up easily, revealing a tight pink circle of pleasure beneath. I moved my face closer and licked anything that was pink. All at once Shana raised up on her elbows again. "Ohh... your Majesty... your attentions feel simply divine. But surely, it is I who should be attending to your pleasure, not you to mine." "We can attend to each other," I suggested. Shana rolled off the bed, pulled the dress off over her head, and threw it to the ground. I opened the enclosures on my Chinese robe. Shana pushed gently on my shoulders so that I would lay down. My feet were still on the floor, but I laid the rest of me back on the bed. Shana swung over the top of me, her boiling slit an inch from my eager tongue. But now as I tasted her, she also attended to my penis. I was fully erect from eating her pussy, so without any further ado Shana enveloped my cock with her lips and pressed her face down, caressing me with her tongue. From the get-go, my dick felt like it was straining to get harder than hard in response to her. I couldn't see what she was doing, nor can I really explain what was her secret--she didn't deep-throat me, and in fact her cadence was measured and slow. But somehow she was just--maybe highly attentive is the thing. She didn't zone out or go into autopilot with a practiced technique; rather, her performance of oral sex was entirely in the moment, letting my phallic reactions dictate her next move, creating a symphony of mutual enjoyment. It was as if her mouth appreciated the touch of my penis almost as much as my penis loved the touch of her mouth. Sometimes she would stop and lick my balls, but even that was somehow... intense is maybe the best word I can use to describe it. She was in constant contact with some part of me, and it was always tender, stimulating... does it make sense to say "loving"? My dick kept trying to extend even further because of it, to the point that started to almost hurt. As much as my penis liked the feeling, it made me really want to stuff her with it. I gently rolled her off me. In a flash I turned around so that I was positioned on top of her. We were backwards in the bed, but who cared? My bed is huge; it wasn't like I was going to push her over the edge or something. Shana helpfully spread her legs wide; I lined myself up and easily plunged into her boiling depths. Our eyes met as I began to thrust, and the look on her face was just so... inviting. I don't know how to describe it--it was partially desire, but not in a drunk with lust way. It seemed less like she wanted sex per se as that she wanted ME, that she wanted me inside her, and she was giving of herself completely to accomplish this goal. Let's face it--I fuck a lot, almost always women that are hot but essentially strangers; many of them eschew eye contact. A lot of them, I'm sure, imagine they're under someone else when they're fucking me. Not Shana--again, the was totally in the moment. I began to understand her earlier hesitation; because we were having sex, her feelings were drawn strongly to me, but mentally she was stuck on the fact that all she knew about me was what the papers and tabloids said (most which was half-true at best). By taking the time to talk with her and engage in foreplay, she had a chance to connect with me at least a little before I dove between her legs. And I'll be honest, I don't usually do that. I'm a very busy guy with lots of women willing to sleep with me however I like it; I didn't have time to waste on one with issues. But because she was a redhead of singular beauty I had made an exception, and was I now ever glad I did. I couldn't tell you last time I got laid like this...maybe ever. I bent forward, still stroking as best I could, and kissed her again. Kissing Shana seemed to have the effect that gasoline does on fire. With our lips and genitals in simultaneous embrace, her focus was entirely on deepening the shared connection with her partner, like she was seeking some mystical union not just of two bodies but of spirits and essences as well. Consequently, she felt... so ALIVE. Shana was ever active--touching, caressing, kissing, moving if it improved the genital union. Her liveliness brought a sense of energy that prevented me from tiring even as I pounded her hard and heavy. She made me feel like I was 20 again! Shana breaths grew shorter as she became more and more aroused, but she seemed to get stuck at a plateau. I would have tried harder, but I was already banging as hard as I can bang. She put her hands gently on my shoulders, then bit her lower lip. I thought she was trying to encourage me, but then I realized she was subtly suggesting we switch positions. OK. I let her roll over so that she was on top. Shana wasted no time springing into action. She brought her feet in so that they were right by my sides, balancing herself in an athletic squat. With one hand on my chest to steady herself, she began pumping up and down on my piston. And she had the rhythm right--I guess receiving is different from leading, because a lot of girls just seem to be somehow a beat off when riding on top. Not Shana--her fuck rhythm was hard and steady, and it was a lot less work for me. In fact, I found myself able to enjoy things that generally escaped my attention once the thrusting had begun. I watched the bounce of her breasts as she moved up and down; my fingers could not resist joining in and feeling what they could see. As she worked, I noticed for the first time how well-developed her abdominals were; I let my fingers stroll down to touch them before returning. I noticed they became more pronounced, and when I looked up I realized why--she was arching her back like a bow, forcing her pubes down and her head up. She kept arching, to the point that I thought she might lose her balance. I reached out for her. She found my hand, then quickly the other, so now our hands were intertwined, giving her better balance as she bowed her back further and further. I wasn't clear what was her objective, but then noticed that her breathing was getting shallower and shallower--the plateau had been breached. She seemed to be concentrating on her crotch, which is how I figured out what she was doing. She was pushing her pubic bone downward so that as she stroked up and down, my penis brushed the sensitive area around her clitoris gently. I had a vision momentarily of her as a violin; my penis was the bow, and she was drawing it deftly over her clit-string to create the beautiful music of the fuck. Her playing reached a crescendo, and her breathing indicated that she was rapidly progressing towards orgasm. Her eyes were closed now, her face pointed towards the ceiling because of the arch in her back. She was in a world of her own, inside herself; the outside was now just an intrusion on the bliss she was simmering inside herself. As she got closer, it felt like her pussy gripped me tighter, which of course excited me even more. But as much as anything I watched her, a ballerina engaged in an artistic danse erotique, with my penis acting in a supporting role. Her excitement grew, and grew, and then like a flip of a switch orgasm swept over her. Literally: instead of arching her back away from me, when she came she suddenly bent over forwards, clutching for me, grasping me tightly while pressing her pubic bone as far down onto my knob as she could. Our pelvises were so close together that for a minute or so, I could actually feel the shudders of her orgasm rattling my bones. In that moment, I felt as closely connected to another person as I can ever remember feeling. When her orgasm passed, Shana lifted her torso up with her hands, opened her eyes, and looked at me. She appeared almost guilty, like she was embarrassed or something. By what--the intensity of the orgasm? By her having focused deep within herself to achieve it? Nonsense-she was stunningly beautiful, a butterfly fluttering poetically. Sex can easily make you feel like a pig rolling around in a gutter; she, however, made it feel like being a god on Mount Olympus. I reached for her and pulled her closer so I could kiss her. She kissed with great energy, that kind of grateful connection that one feels in the aftermath of a mega-orgasm. She wasn't forgetting about me, though; she was on her knees now, but she was still grinding against me, pushing me in and out of her pussy. I was close to cumming now too, though her pace was one of prolonging the act. I was ready to bring it to a climax, so I rolled her back over and started driving hard. She was so... open... receptive. Her legs were parted wide, her arms gently upon my shoulders, but I think it was the look on her face that really made it feel that way. She said nothing, but her body seemed to be saying "please... take me any way you desire... I want nothing more at this moment than to give you what I have, so that you can achieve a bliss like you have given to me." I locked onto her eyes; she returned the gaze, unflinching, softly encouraging me to do whatever I desired. And I was--I'm not even sure I was breathing, I was so focused on fucking her pussy. I felt like she was actively trying to squeeze me with her fuck muscles, so she was feeling tight... and looking divine... and... ohhhh......... Now it was my turn to press my pelvis as hard as I could against hers, reaching as far into the hallowed depths of her belly as my cock could reach. I can't believe how hard I came--if I hadn't been buried inside her, I could have shot that spunk clear across the room. I grunted like a wild animal as my testicles generated pressures I did not believe possible, not just spurting but exploding my seed outward accompanied by the most intense pleasure humanly possible. My sense of time had slowed down as I came, but even so climaxes are over so soon. I guess they wouldn't be climaxes if they weren't, but oh, if only that bliss could be prolonged... ----- In the afterglow, Shana attended to me as a tender nurse. She gently rubbed my scalp, kissed my cheek; her thighs remained open because I remained entwined with her. I forced myself to lift my head and kiss her again. Then we looked at each other, a bit awkward in not knowing what to say, yet sharing an unspoken harmony that our bodies had found in each other. Her eyes were lively, her face flushed with excitement--she was, incredibly, even MORE beautiful. I swear if I had an ounce of juice left in my nuts I'd have fucked her again, right then and there. But there wasn't, and my shriveling eventually forced me to vacate the premises that my mind did not wish ever to leave. Shana was starting to catch her breath as well. Finally she sputtered "Oh... your Majesty..." "Jack," I said gently, rolling over next to her. "Huh?" I stroked her cheek gently. "Jack. Out there, when I'm in public, I'm Emperor Augustus. In here, when it's just you and me... I'm just Jack." She smiled increasingly broadly. "Jack... that seems to much more..." "Normal? Human? Ordinary?" I volunteered. "It doesn't seem to go with the robe," she replied tactfully. "Good thing I'm not wearing it then," I kidded. "Shana, I... really enjoyed this... I mean, you know I have lots of lovers, but it's almost never like this." Her eyes searched my face for clues as to where I was going. "I... I'd like to see you again. I know you probably expected to go back home now that you've delivered your message, but I'd really like it if you would stick around for a while." Her face took on a quizzical look. "Your Majesty?" "I need to explain: you know that I am unmarried. What you don't know is that it must stay that way, by order of the Federation." The look on her face was taken aback, stunned, almost in horror. People didn't know about the dark side of the deal that kept me in power. I explained "See, Earth has a long history of passing down power through bloodlines, and that's not the way the Federation does it. They bestow power on the basis of competence. Until Humans get used to this new means of succession, the Federation wants to avoid problems by ensuring that the Emperors of Terra do not to marry or sire offspring." "I suppose that makes some sense," she said slowly, still in shock but trying to keep an open mind. "Do NOT tell anyone else this," I said sternly. "The Federation is willing to let us govern ourselves, but only so long as we operate within the parameters expected by the Federation. This has been a successful strategy in assimilating other planets, they tell me, and so they insist on pursuing it here as well. But see, there's a flip side as well. This way, I can make love to whoever I want. You obviously know about the Delegate system, but you probably don't know about the lobbyists." "Lobbyists?" she asked. It was a term seldom used since the dissolution of the old Terran governments. "Let me ask: how did Brittania select you to be the one to deliver its message?" "I answered an ad, and then there was some kind competition. Lots of girls-I don't know why they selected me..." "That's how most provinces do it. They spend a lot of money looking for the person they think will be most likely to be successful. I'd imagine they paid you a stipend, with a promise of a hefty bonus if you were able to deliver the message." Her face flushed red again, but she said nothing. I stroked her cheek again, saying "please don't be embarrassed, darling. That's the way the system works; you're just following the rules." I continued, "as a delegate, you were sent to deliver one specific message. Lobbyists are a little different--you can think of them as free-lance delegates, maybe. Lobbyists get regular meetings--dates I like to call them--with the Emperor. Like a delegate, you will get a chance to pass along a message at the end. But YOU can choose what message to send. We keep it quiet, but my staff runs a clearinghouse for lobbyists. People with messages to convey will make you offers: pass on this message, we'll pay you this much. Some are from charities, but most of them will be offering in six-figures plus just to convey their message. It's a system designed specifically to allow lobbyists to cash in, in exchange for their providing invaluable service to the Emperor." Her face was befuddled; she could not have imagined the existence of such a thing. Which was the way we wanted it. She asked "I... I don't know what to say. Are there a lot of lobbyists?" "No... usually two or three, and they come and go. Sometimes they choose to leave, sometimes we both need to move on and I ask them to. As a lobbyist, you would live here on the island, in a converted luxury condo on the far side of the island. You would get invitations from my staff with times and places to meet me. I know, it probably seems really weird to you, but that's why we go through the efforts we do to make it worth your while. Most lobbyists retire from the position quite wealthy." I could see her considering. I guessed that she was thinking about leaving behind her boyfriend, but she would later tell me that she gave little thought to that at all. He'd given her all sorts of grief over her even trying out to be a delegate, and was completely pissed when she'd won, even though they were shaving a rat-infested hovel of a flat, he had no job and they desperately needed the money. She no longer particularly cared if she ever saw the jerk again. The hard part was being away from her family. But her whole family was poor; now, maybe she could get rich. Pull her whole family out of debt, if that's what she wanted to do. Thus, what I said next turned out to be very opportune. "I kind of make it sound like some kind of indentured servant. You're free to do as you choose, although I will get angry if you don't tell me in advance if you're turning down a date. And of course you can come and go, visit family back home for a while if you like and then come back..." I usually added "although there's no guarantee that you won't be replaced if you are away for a long time," but this time I didn't. I couldn't imagine not welcoming back the most beautiful woman my eyes had ever seen, especially not after the orgasm I'd just had inside her. "Wow... that's quite a proposition..." she sighed. I kissed her forehead gently. "Indeed it is. I don't expect you answer now--take a day or two and think about it, maybe have one of the butlers tour you around some of the rest of the palace and the island. Oh, and don't worry if you didn't pack for a longer stay. There's a concierge just for lobbyists that can get you whatever clothes, shoes, or anything else you might need--within reason. A lobbyist that leaves without a steamer trunk full of new clothes just isn't trying." "I have to go now," I continued, standing and starting to dress. I didn't want to go, but palace security insisted. "You're welcome to stay here, or you can return to your room in the guest house, whatever. If I don't see you, tell Chuck whatever you decide." I leaned forward over the bed to kiss her one last time "and thank you again. You have turned a night that I usually try to forget into one that I will remember and cherish forever." We kissed, and then I forced myself to leave. I marched towards the secure tower where I slept, satisfied but also feeling strangely alone. I wished that I could spend the night with lovely Shana--perhaps even wake up with a nice... I sighed. No, I had a full schedule beginning at 7:30, as always. No time for nookie, not until the afternoon break. I'm going to have to tell Chuck in the morning that I asked her to be a lobbyist, I thought. As I passed the guards and headed into my secure sleeping bunker, I hoped against hope that tonight wasn't the last time I would see lovely Shana... Emperor Jack #02 My dick was hard just from watching the show. Shana was playing the part of a football cheerleader, and doing it very well. She kicked her white boots her white boots higher than her head; her red hair spun like a tornado as she twirled. Her tight white shorts accented her tight ass, her little white vest called attention to the blue shirt tied just below her bust. Her blouse was tied looser than a real cheerleader by design, though, so that more of her breasts would show during her performance. Without warning she slowed, and slunk sexily up to the throne where I sat. She dropped her blue and white pom-poms at my feet, and bent over towards me. With a flourish, she untied the knot in her blouse. She pulled the loose ends apart, showing me her lovely pale breasts. Then she bent over further so that I could reach them. She knew that I would want to suckle them, lovingly, gently, for they appeared so delicate. It was her fairness that created the illusion; in truth she was athletic, strong and in fantastic shape. But her breasts were nevertheless singularly delicious. With a small smile of satisfaction, she let me suck on her nipples. In the meantime, she tucked the loose ends of the blouse under her vest so they wouldn't get in the way of my access to her breasts. Then I felt her warm hands parting the folds of my royal robe, finding my penis, and stroking me. I closed my eyes with a small sigh as her hands first fondled me. Taking her cue, she now crouched down low. Brushing her red hair away from her eyes, she wrapped her lips around my dick and sucked me into her mouth. I watched myself disappear into her lovely face, subtle freckles on her fair cheeks bobbing up and down slowly while I felt her tongue massaging the sensitive nerves of my cock. She glanced up at me with her green eyes, the look on her face seeming to say "I know you like this." And she did. She'd only been a lobbyist for a couple of months, but she had clearly emerged as my favorite stress reliever. She reached for her shoulders, adjusted the vest so that it hung a little further open, just in case I'd forgotten about her breasts. I watched them bob ever so slightly as she worked her neck up and down on me. As always, I just had to reach for them and hold the soft nipples in my eager fingers. She cast me another knowing glance when she felt me touch them, as if things just weren't right until I had done so. She kept sucking, I kept watching. At first she had been self-conscious because I watched her working so much, but now it would have alarmed her if I didn't. She was just so...beautiful. I didn't care that her attentions were only lavished on half of my length. No, she couldn't deep-throat a salami like some of the other lobbyists and delegates that came her offering their services in exchange for my attention. It wasn't just because she was so lovely to watch; it was also because what she lacked in technique she made up for in other ways. Many girls sucked dick with a particular style to the point that it became almost automated, rote, choreographed--and predictable. Not necessarily a bad thing, but an important point of differentiation. Shana was more emotional, and she had--god this is going to sound trite--formed an emotional bond with me, which she expressed through her loving attention to my penis. She didn't know beforehand what she was going to do; when the moment came, she let her feeling guide her. It made it feel less like just another fuck, and more like... well, making love. Do I sound like a fucking sap or what? Only Shana aroused anything like that kind of reaction from me. Shana looked up, deciding it was time. She stood, and with confident sexuality unbuttoned the skin-tight shorts. She pushed them down to her ankles in one motion by bending over without flexing her knees. Then she kicked the aside, and climbed onto me in the throne. Our eyes met as I felt her grasp me and point me between her thighs. She rubbed my penis against her cleft a few times, softening its natural resistance. Then she held me still, and I felt her pubis press against me. I didn't penetrate far the first time, but she backed off and tried again, and after the third or fourth try I felt the amazing sensation of my penis engulfed in her warm wetness. Putting her hands on my shoulders for stability, she began to pump up and down using her strong but slender thighs. This was one thing she was as good at as any girl I'd ever known--being on top. Clearly, she liked being on top. Maybe it was the sense of control. I rested my hands on her lovely bare hips, letting her fuck me. Slowly but steadily, she increased the pace of her bobbing. She closed her eyes, arching her back slightly and tilting her head back just a hair. She did this when SHE was getting into it, and I loved to watch it. I liked it so much that I decided to help; slid my left hand down, reached my thumb between her thighs, and rubbed her clit with it. It wasn't the easiest to keep massaging her clit while she bobbed up and down, but it was well worth the effort. "Ohh..." she sighed as she felt me touch her most sensitive area. She bent forward now, towards me, pumping even harder. I didn't always do this, but when I did it almost always brought her to orgasm as well. Her red hair tumbled into my face. She brushed it back quickly, opened her eyes again with longing. Her mouth twitched ever so slightly. I reached up slightly so that our lips could meet. This essentially gave her permission to kiss her Emperor, and with it she kissed me with all the fervor of the excitement she felt. Another thing about Shana--she was the only girl that I really kissed. All others were directed to address any oral attentions somewhat lower down. But that was part of the deal with her--the more excited she got, the more she wanted to kiss. And the kissing in turn fed her excitement; she was fucking me so hard the heavy wood-framed throne was shaking. It was awesome. All at once she stopped kissing me and threw her arms around my neck. Her eyes opened, but were unfocused. Her thrusting, however, continued unabated. I knew this look; it meant she was close. I gazed towards me, unfocused for a few moments, her mouth opened and she began to breath hard. She was rocking me as hard as she could. Then it happened... she sucked in, closed her eyes, and fell onto me, holding me tightly. Then I could feel her whole body shake with spasms of orgasm. But the most intense was my penis--her vagina contracted in tiny pulses around my cock. Shudder....shudder... oh. I had been so close anyway, and those lovely little contractions pushed me over the top. Just as the last throes of her orgasm faded, my penis blasted its first burst of juice into her boiling depths. As her senses returned, she felt my ultra-rigidity, felt me twitch, perhaps even felt my semen splattering her cervix. She held still so that I could complete my orgasm in the position that had triggered it. The last twitch emptied my sac bare. The first thing I did was grab her back, pull her down and kiss her. That was exactly what she wanted too, of course, but hesitated to initiate. It's not a good idea to try to impose your will on an Emperor with absolute power. I still held her close, but opened my eyes and stopped kissing. "Where did you learn that?" I asked with admiration and gentleness. She'd spent her whole life in Brittania, how had she learned so well the moves of an American football cheerleader? "Did you like it?" she purred with just a hint of Scots-Irish accent. "I LOVED it," I agreed heartily. "Can I get an encore? Maybe during halftime, if I ever get the chance to watch a game some day?" "Sure," she purred and kissed my nose quickly. "Just don't ask me to actually DO cheerleading, because I still don't have the foggiest as to how your silly game works. Nothing more embarrassing than cheering at the wrong time." We smiled at each other. Then I saw her smile fade to frown. "Are you SURE you liked it?" I knew her well enough by now to recognize fear and anxiety. "What's wrong, darling?" I asked gently. "What that just transpired would give you any reason to think that I was losing interest in you?" "Nothing," she replied uncertainly. "It's just... well..." "Let me guess. Some of the other girls are trying to convince you that I'm about to turn you out." She frowned. "Yes..." "You know that you're the only girl I see every day, right? That you're the only girl I've EVER seen every day? They're just jealous of how much more money you're making than they are." "Maybe... but they keep talking about... you know..." She curled her neck slightly, a signal towards her left ear. There was one other way in which Shana was not like any of the other lobbyists: she did not wear the brown earring. She wore white and blue, indicators of the two orifices she had just utilized to please me. But her lack of a brown earring meant she was not willing to provide ALL of her holes for my enjoyment. Shana was the only woman I'd ever promoted to lobbyist (basically, a regular delegate) that didn't wear a brown earring. I loved everything about screwing Shana, but I'd be lying if I said I didn't sometimes think about her, um, final frontier. "Have you ever tried it, Shana? Did you have a bad experience? You've never really said why you DON'T have one..." Shana got off me like she'd been stung. My now limp prick slipped tiredly from her pussy as she got off of me. She looked more concerned and afraid than ever. I reached for her chin. "Shana, don't take it like that. I'm just trying to understand..." She tried to avoid my gaze. I could see a tear starting to form. "I'm afraid, all right?" "Afraid of what, honey? Have I ever hurt you?" She shook her head slightly. "Of course not... Yes, anal sex could hurt...but not if you do it right. I'd never hurt you." "Maybe it doesn't hurt other girls," she half-cried, "but what if I'm not like other girls? What if it DOES hurt me?" I jumped up and kissed her strenuously. I felt her tension soften slightly as the kiss lingered. "Of course you're not like other girls. I don't let any other girls kiss me like that. Shana, you can say anything you want to me--I'd make you my queen if I could, you know that. Please... don't fret..." She tried to smile bravely, then we kissed again briefly. The Esteemed Advisor--Chuck--burst in. It was ten minutes past the alloted hour, and he was surprised Shana was still here. "Oh... excuse me..." he apologized. "It's OK," Shana said, "I was just leaving." He raised an eyebrow when he saw Shana's outfit. The cheerleader thing was right up his alley, but everyone knew better than to dare even think of touching Shana. Other girls I might consider sharing, but Shana was MY woman. At least as much as could be, given the Federation requirements that I neither marry nor sire children. "I just wanted to tell you that the representatives from Brittania and Europa will be coming next Tuesday to discuss shipping routes," he announced. "Fuck!" I cursed. Shana was taken aback; she'd never seen me respond like that to official business. "I'm sorry," Chuck added, then disappeared. Shana shot me a quizzical look. "Sorry," I apologized, "I don't usually get upset like that. It's just that Tuesday is my birthday." "It is?" she asked. "Yes," I sighed wearily, "it's not something I want advertised though, OK?" "OK," she agreed disappointed. "But still... what do you want for your birthday?" I frowned. "I'm an Emperor with absolute power. I can have any material thing I want. I have sex with beautiful women 2, 3 times a day. I don't want presents for my birthday. The one thing I wanted was maybe, just maybe, to have a day off. Everyone sees all the luxuries I have--no one thinks about the fact that I never have time to use them. This is a job that NEVER ceases. I can travel all I want, but I never really get a vacation. The work always follows me. And now, it looks like I can't even take off a day for my birthday." She blinked at me, wanting to say something but having no idea what. "Anyway, I'm late for another meeting. What is your message?" She snapped back to earth. "Oh... I almost forgot. Wireless Corp. is asking you to consider deregulating the industry further. They feel they can be competitive in other provinces, but the current system gives local competition too many advantages. They feel that they can provide better service worldwide if they can expand their customer base worldwide. Do you want the details?" "Spare me," I replied wearily. "Tell me--what is your take on this one? Is there a good reason why I should do this?" She shook her head. "I don't care either way--this is a contract I took solely for the bounty. Frankly, it sounds like greed to me, but who am I to judge? I'm taking their money to deliver their message." "And I hope it's a pretty penny," I agreed. "Tell you what--can you pass on a message to Wireless Corp.? Personally, I mean." She thought about it. "Yeah, I think that should be possible." "Good. Tell them that I've got interplanetary carriers clamoring to get in on the Earth market. Carriers with technology decades ahead of ours, carriers who would be able to offer intergalactic service free--service carriers like Wireless can't offer at all. Tell them that the only reason they haven't overwhelmed the Terran market is because of regulations designed to protect our local providers. Then ask them if they really want deregulation." The corners of her mouth curled slightly at my response. I gave her a quick kiss adieu, and went back to work. ----------- I groaned as I got up Tuesday morning. Back when I was just an everyday civil servant, I always took a vacation day on my birthday. Now, as Emperor of Terra, I guess I wasn't allowed. With a sigh, I put on my royal robe and headed down for breakfast in the great hall. I was two steps outside my door, when Chuck and Shana intercepted me. "Good morning, and Happy Birthday, your Imperial Highness," Shana greeted. I nodded sullenly, "thank you, Shana." It was unusual to see her first thing in the morning, but I didn't think much of it because it was a pleasant surprise. "In honor or your birthday, breakfast will be served on the Vista Deck," the Esteemed Advisor added. He had a suspicious look on his face, like he couldn't quite keep a smile off his face for some reason. "The Vista Deck?" I was surprised; that was clear on the other side of the island, on a site that once was an extremely posh resort. Even in the hovershuttle, it was a 15-minute ride. "What time do I need to meet with the ambassadors?" "Tomorrow," Shana said with a smile. "Tomorrow?" "Indeed--it seems that Miss Shana, being Brittanic, was able to convince the ambassadors that their requests might be better received if they waited until tomorrow to deliver them. They were agreeable." I smiled, not believing my ears. "You've got the day off, Jack," Chuck summarized. "Hot damn! Then it IS a happy birthday!" I agreed enthusiastically. "Let's go." We all boarded the hovershuttle and headed across the island. One of my valets took my royal robe so I could replace it with a relaxing shirt and boardshorts. I got off and headed down to the Vista deck, excited for a day of nothing but relaxing. What I didn't know was that Shana had been working with Chuck for a week planning this surprise, and it would end up being anything but relaxing--but far, far more fun. After breakfast, there was volleyball game in the wonderful Maui sand. Shana had organized two teams, each consisting of three older male advisors or bureaucrats (mostly old friends of mine from the pre-Federation days), and three young, athletic females from among the lobbyists and household staff. Chuck was the captain of the other team; Shana only played in the first few games before allowing herself to be replaced by one of the cabana girls (a native Hawaiian) so she could attend to later details. At first my team was dominating, but then the girls on the other side got sick of losing, so when they came back from the ice tea/re-sunblocking break, they had all removed their tops. All at once, for some reason, balls we had been fielding cleanly started catching us by surprise, as if we weren't fully paying attention to the game or something. Our girls cried foul, and responded in the only way possible--they took their tops off, too. It wasn't much of a volleyball game after that, but it sure was fun playing with all those topless women. Every time one went down into the sand for a dig, the guys around her fell into the sand as well, with one or more personal fouls ensuing. When one girl retaliated by stuffing her hand into Chuck's shorts, well, the whole game ground to halt as six men lay in the sand, shorts around our knees, while getting sandy blowjobs from our lovely topless teammates. After volleyball was lunch. During our luncheon, Shana had organized a strip-off. Five girls did ten minute sets each. The last one was particularly good--one of the bar staff, she stripped out of her French maid costume, and her show scorching hot. What food was left on my plate was forgotten halfway through. Happily, Shana did me a service, ducking under the table and sucking me to relief as I watched the show. The afternoon was set aside for a poker game. It was kind of like old times, most of those guys being the guys I'd played with when we were young. But it was a little different, sitting in a cabana on a beautiful tropical beach. And what was really different was the mid-afternoon refreshment. We'd all been drinking booze throughout the game, but then about 3 they wheeled in a small table with some munchies. Then they wheeled in two large tables, which they set to either side. Then six women in bikinis walked in. All at once, they each stripped out of their bikinis, lay back on the tables, grabbed their ankles and spread their legs. It wasn't just a snack break, it was a fuck break! I got first choice of pussy of course, picking another native Hawaiian girl in the spirit of the day and dipping my wick into her. A lot of the other guys were married, but how do you turn down an offer like that? The married guys all seemed to go around to the other side of the tables, forgoing the proffered pussies in exchange for a blow. Maybe they felt less guilty that way, I don't know. Not me. I busted a nut inside of lovely brown pair of thighs. Eventually we played a little more poker, and all of us were pretty sauced by the time dinner rolled around. Dinner was a full-on luau, however, so as we stuffed ourselves with food, the effects of the alcohol diminished. The first part of the entertainment consisted of some more of the native Hawaiian girls doing traditional dances, only topless or in the case of the fire dancer totally nude. The other advisors were then sent back, leaving Chuck and myself to observe the crowning event--the best ass competition. And, of course, to cap the evening I got to fuck whichever ass was declared the winner. We moved inside, where a throne was set up in an open room. Chuck stood behind me to the left, Shana to the right, as the competition got started. The first girl to go was a delegate from Afrika. She was quite beautiful, but you can't change taste and I just preferred pale skin over dark. But that baby did have back—I'm sure she would have been the easy favorite of any brother in the area. It was highly arousing when she alternately tightened and released one cheek after another in rapid succession, to be sure. I had no trouble imagining a ride on the Hershey highway between those chocolate cheeks, but would she be my favorite? The second to strut her stuff was a delegate from Brasilia. She had tan skin but blonde hair, bleached lighter by exposure to sun. She had a great body, and a great ass of course. Hmm. Both she and the Afrikaan had advantages and disadvantage. Emperor Jack #02 The third contestant was one my lobbyists, Monika. A natural blonde from the coast that had once been called California, she was a dream come to life. Hot body, great tan, blonde hair—natural, which she made sure everyone knew by keeping the tiniest thatch of pubic hair above her slit rather than shaving totally bare like most of the girls did (following my personal preference). She had been numero uno before Shana arrived, and she had some advantages. How should I put this... I bet if I were making a porno, what she could do would look better on film than Shana. But with Shana, it was more than just physical (although it was most definitely physical too). Monika was jealous; I'm sure almost all of my advisors would have picked Monika ahead of Shana if they had to choose one. But, because I'm a redhead guy, Monika found herself second fiddle, and was none to happy about it, I can tell you. She never showed any of that around me, of course, but I heard, both directly and indirectly, about some of the snarfy, bitchy things she said in their living quarters, especially to Shana. I'd plowed her furrow many times, and it always pleased me. Did I want to try someone new, or go back to an old standard? As Monika rolled around on the floor, showing me those tight, triathlete cheeks, I was leaning towards choosing her. Monika ended, and went off to the side to join the others. "Is that everyone?" I asked. "Actually, no. There's one more... special contestant," Chuck said vaguely. I looked around; no one else seemed to be forthcoming. That's when Shana stepped out from behind my throne and walked to the center of the floor. "Shana?" I said in shock. Shana bent slightly, pulled her bikini bottom up, and slapped her cheek, demonstrating its firmness. "You said you didn't want anything for your birthday, my Lord, but I knew there was one thing you didn't already have, that I could give you..." "Shana... are you sure?" I was excited like a schoolboy getting his hand into a pair of panties for the first time. She didn't say anything, but untied the strings on either side of her bikini bottom. When they fell away, they revealed that she was already wearing a metal butt plug, stretching her ass so it could learn to accommodate a dick. Mine. I wiggled my finger for her to come to me. She came towards me, untying her top; it got caught momentarily in her long red hair as she approached. I was so engrossed in watching, I didn't even notice the staff engaged in a flurry of activity--the losing contestants discreetly exited, a large mat/mattress kind of thing was laid out on the floor a few feet away, and Chuck threw a pillow that had appeared as if by magic at my feet. Shana knelt on the pillow, finding a tent pitched in my lap. She untied the string of my suit. I had to half-stand for her to be able to pull it off, as the waistband kept getting caught on my erection but she got it off. I sat down and closed my eyes, sighing in pleasure as I felt her gentle lips encircle me, swallow me, and felt her tongue caressing me. Reflexively I reached down, my hands knowing exactly where her breasts would be, her nipples already excited in anticipation of my fingers' return. I just sat there for a while, engaged in an activity that was a daily occurrence and yet never felt boring or repetitive: Shana sucking my cock with that special attentiveness that was her trademark, while I gently stroked and played with her breasts. She could easily bring me off if she chose to this way, just by slowly picking up the pace--she often did so, in fact, on days that I was particularly tired. Tonight, however, I was to shoot my wad in an entirely different location, so she carefully kept it slow. I let go of her nipples, caught her wrists gently, and pulled her up onto my lap. This was another common position I never tired of--sitting on my throne, Shana would balance herself on my cock and fuck herself on me. All the while I played this little game where I tried to catch the tender pink nipples with my tongue as the bobbed by, a task that became harder as Shana would increasingly bend over backwards, using my penis to stimulate her clit. Most times this would eventually bring us both to orgasm, but this was not like most times. Shana didn't bend backwards, she put her hands on my shoulders and stayed upright. She pussy-fucked me for a short time, then she half-collapsed forward onto me and kissed me deeply. I never kissed my other partners because they felt like strangers when kissing, but not Shana--she felt like the special lover she was. But she kissed me hard, and then whispered into my ear, "My Lord... if I have won the contest, I would like to receive my prize now." Inches away from each other, our eyes met. Her eyes showed a little trepidation, but it was also clear that she was determined to do this and her resolve to succeed was determined to override any fears she may still have been feeling. I smiled softly. Shana lifted herself off of me. She pulled my shorts off of my ankles where they had fallen. A jar of lube had been placed on the floor by my throne; Shana knew where it would be and retrieved it. She then carefully slathered my penis with the slippery stuff; even her fingers made my dick feel like heaven. Satisfied, she stood up, taking the jar with her, and stepped over toward the mat. She knelt on all fours, then reached behind her and gingerly pulled the plug out of her ass. I watched for a moment, then stood and moved toward the mat myself. She grabbed a generous dollop of lube and began to slather her butthole with it, pressing two finger into her rectum to grease every surface she could think of. It was far more than was needed, but it told me she was still concerned about how this might go. Rather than take up my position at her backside right away, I first straddled her right leg between mine, partly at her back and partly at her side. I gently lifted her lovely red hair and slid it so that it cascaded over her left shoulder. This bared the side of her neck, which was my target. I knew she liked it when I kissed her there, and that is what I did. Lovingly, I left soft kisses on her neck, while with my right hand fondling the nearer nipple. She raised her head, making it easier for me to find her neck, but I could hear in her breath that she found the attentions pleasurable. Still working the nipple, I moved my kisses down towards the shoulder. At the same time, my other hand found her engorged clitoris and began to stroke it. I didn't need to see her face to recognize her response; her eyes were closed as she enjoyed the sensations of my attention. This was my aim--I hoped to invade her final frontier while her attention was focused elsewhere, on her own pleasure, so that she might avoid tensing in fear. I touched the inside of her thigh gently for a moment; she responded by spreading her legs farther apart. Then I resumed stroking her clitoris, tweaking the tender nipple with my other hand all the while. Her ass looked up at me, a hidden treasure now revealed and ripe for the taking, glistening in the dew of the lube. I was hard as a iron spike. I rubbed her clit harder and harder, getting her more and more wet. Then I surreptitiously slipped my hand from her nipple, along her side, and gently down her back. Then, quickly, I grabbed my stuff, pointed it at the smiling eye, and pushed against it. There was so much lube, and Shana was relaxed from focusing on her clit, that I was able to slide in on the first try. Shana jerked with surprise as she felt her anus penetrated. She tensed up, squeezing my erection hard. I expected this; continuing to work her clit, I leaned forward and whispered directly into her ear. "Relax, darling. It is done... I trust it did not hurt?" She shook her head. "And it will not hurt if you can stay relaxed. Focus. Focus on what your body feels..." to accentuate the point, I grasped her nipple again as well. I could feel her relaxing as she focused on the familiar pleasures rather than the unfamiliar penetration. I felt the sphincter loosen, and with inner glee I, for the first time, was able to fuck my beloved Shana's ass. It didn't take long for Shana to realize that she had been worrying for nothing. It felt odd perhaps, but with proper lube and preparation it was not painful to be reamed. I was able to pick up the pace without any difficulty. I saw her arch her back, quickly learning how to position herself to maximize penetration while minimizing discomfort. I kept working her clit for a while, but at some point I realized I'd been doing so longer than I'd ever had to without bringing her to orgasm. She was relaxed enough to fuck, but I realized she might not be relaxed enough to cum. With a tinge of disappointment, I put my hands on her waist to increase my control over her hips and concentrated on fucking that ass. I looked at the back of Shana's head, watched her arch her back. At long last, I was buttfucking her. But... I found myself missing the ability to look at her lovely face, lock in on her green eyes. I wondered what expression her face wore... I decided to push my luck. I pulled my dick out of her has. Shana spun her head around to see what was amiss. I was on it like a flash, kissing her. I hear her breath heave as we kissed. Then I gently guided lovely Shana onto her back. She looked up at me slightly confused. "Please grab you ankles and hold them high, my beloved," I whispered. Blinking once, she did as she was told. Still hovering over her, I slid my torso around to hers. I kissed her, but with my left hand I guided my dick towards her back. Feeling with my tip, I felt where the beginning of the gentle curve of her cheeks began, finding the cleft between them. Then I slid slightly north, feeling for the cavity I had just vacated. I quickly found a hole, still distended but tightening. I pressed against it, and with that successfully re-entered her rectum. I put my hands down by Shana's lovely head, hovering closely over her. Her hands gravitated towards my sides. With open-minded surprise, she received me in her rear while facing me. Perhaps she had not considered it possible. Stroking her ass, I bent to kiss her. Still stroking, I rose up again, on one hand, and let the other return to her clit. Understanding now the geometry, Shana pulled her thighs up towards her shoulders, lifting her hips that I could fuck her bottom. My fingers felt her slit dripping with arousal. I glanced down... ahhh. What wonderfulness. I loved to look at Shana's pink pussy, loved to eat it, loved to fuck it--but of course, could only do one at a time. But now, I could admire her delicate sex while in mid-fuck. It was wonderful, and I was entranced. I rose up slightly that I could see better. The delicate lips, wet with dew, angry pink with excitement, enticed me. Fucking her ass harder without realizing it, I used my fingers to gently pry the lips open. Like a hidden treasure, her inner sanctum revealed itself to me, a lovely jewel that called to me even as I plowed the dark passage. It was a mental, sexual overload: feeling her tight ass, thrusting, and now admiring her beckoning sex. Like a man racing up the last flight of stairs after a long climb, my excitement burst from high to off the charts. Enthralled by the simultaneous vision and sensation of sex, I exploded into orgasm, catching even myself by surprise. I was frozen, incapacitated momentarily, as with indescribable ecstasy I ejaculated wave after wave of pleasure, feeling almost as though my nuts themselves had been shot into the void. It was in all likelihood the most memorable climax I shall ever encounter. When my senses returned, Shana was peering up at me. Her eyes spoke partly of pleasure and partly of satisfaction, but what made them so wonderful is that when they looked they saw only me. I had been married and divorced once, long ago, but I could not recall ever feeling so much like someone loved me. "I love you Shana," I breathed. She could not hide the look of happiness my words brought her. "I love you too... Jack..." She always said my name distinctly, as if it were difficult to pronounce. Perhaps it was just so rare that it was safe to call me by my given name, not Your Majesty, Your Highness, or My Lord. Our lips longed for each other, and the rest of the world melted away in our kiss. ----------- I was so grateful for my birthday, I spent an hour before meeting with the Europan and Brittanic delegations hearing a request from every girl that had performed for me, whether I or one of my staff had fucked them or not. Giving each of them a chance to make a million or two Terran dollars was the least I could do for the great day I had received. Shana, however, going last, refused to take advantage. "It was for your birthday, your Imperial Highness. It would be wrong to attach an advertisement to what was freely given." I half-smiled; dearest Shana. She was unlike any of the others in so many ways--although to be fair, she probably had a hundred million more in the bank than any of the others from her previous work, and would earn more before the day was out. As I regarded here, she shyly ran her fingers through her hair, pulling it back off of her left ear. When she lowered her hand, my smile grew broadly. There, along with the white and the blue, shimmered in her ear a brand-new brown earring.