5 comments/ 41096 views/ 5 favorites Sleeping Cutie By: My Erotic Tail She lay there with her legs spread wide while Sir Earl lapped at her puss. The long sensual glides of his tongue drove her crazy. She was on the edge of her bed and gripping the sheets with clinched fist. He was on his knees at the beds edge engrossed in her wet slit. His tongue circled her clit several times before he put his lips around it and sucked at it playfully. She raised her head a moment to see if she could witness the sight of his tongues dance. His head buried in her, all she saw was the top of his head. She reached and grabbed a handful of his curly locks and pulled his head into her even deeper. Her fingers grasping his hair and tugged at him encouraging him to lick more. "Oh Sir Earl, don't stop sire. Oh heaven be still and allow me to cherish this moment for affinity." She moaned out in ecstasy. Pulling his hair harder as she bucked her hips up and down to his lapping tongue. Gripping her upper thighs tightly with both hands, Sir Earl pulled her tightly to him as his tongue dashed in and out of her wet slit. His moist tongue slid with ease over her swollen clit. Trish was pulling her nightgown up over her breasts, exposing them fully. She took them in her hands and squeezed at them tightly. Her fingers fondled her own nipples as she began pulling at them harder. She was squirming more and more as Sir Earl ravished her pussy wildly. "Oh Sire don't stop, please Sir. I beg of you don't stop." Trish said loudly. Sir Earl dove into her more, latching hold of her clit with his lips and shaking his head. Then licking her from hole to hole, then driving his tongue in her as deep as he could. She went back to pulling his hair with such force that she felt some strands in her hand as she released. Her other hand still tugged on her nipple that had hardened immensely. Sir Earl stood and fixed his hard cock at her puss and pushed in as he leaned into her. Putting his hands on the bed, he began thrusting at her. She gripped his ass cheeks with both hands and pulled at him to enter her deeper. He pumped his cock into her vigorously as he reached down grabbing her legs and pulling them apart. She was open wide to him now as he humped her with steady strides. "Oh yes, more, MORE." Trish yelled. She pulled his ass cheeks with strained and bent fingers. Humping back at him wildly, as she became very wet and heard the sound of crashing bodies sloshing. She put her hands to his bare chest to slow his pace but he didn't heed her jest. He pumped her madly till his body tightened and became stiff as a board. His quivers were ecstasy surging. The warmness inside her made her smile, as he stood there motionless with his swollen cock deep inside her. The doors flew open behind him and four soldiers stormed in and grabbed Sir Earl as he franticly reached for his pants to pull them up. The soldiers seized his arms and pulled him to the center of the room and Trish screamed at the intrusion curling up into her sheets and straightening her gown. "What is the meaning of this?" Trish blurted out. Just as she spoke the Queen walked in with her confident way. First she strutted up to Sir Earl and looked down at his cock half-hard still. Licking her lips and widening her eyes. A smile grew across her face as she put a finger to Sir Earl’s lips in a toying way. "But my Queen she was..." Sir Earl blurted but the Queen pressed her fingers to his lips harder to silence him. "Silence. Thou have frequented my bed last night and tonight my stepdaughters. Take him to the dungeon and shackle him to the wall. I wish to play with thee one last time before I cut off thou's muscle of love. Or should I acclaim it lust." The Queen seductively ordered her personnal guards with a wink, then turned and headed towards the bed where Trish was. "Oh and Guards, take her as well." The Queen barked in a hateful tone. One of the guards went to Trish and pulling her kicking legs, dragged her from the bed. Then pinned her arms behind her and took her out of the room behind the others that forcefully drug Sir Earl. "No, you can't do this. Wait till my father, the King finds out about this and he will have thy head." Trish yelled. The Queen just laughed at her threat. The soldiers drug the two down the spiral stairs of brick and stone till they reached the bottom level. They pressed Sir Earl to the wall and shackled his hands above him and his feet securely. They laid Trish out on the table and bound her tight with rope as the Queen slowly descended the stairs and entered the dark dungeon. The flickering fires that hung on the walls barely lit the large room. The Queen walked over and whispered to a guard and he took off in a hurry back up the stairs and was gone. She strolled over to Sir Earl and leaned into him pressing her breast into him. Licked his cheek with a long gliding tongue. Her hands run down his chest and to his cock. She wrapped her fingers around his dick and pulled sensually to bring it to hardening again. Pressing into him more she kissed him lightly. "Was I not enough for thee, fairest man in the kingdom?" The Queen asked. "My Queen, the King was becoming wise to our ventures." Sir Earl pleaded. "Please forgive me My Queen but Trish is a women of such beauty. How could I say no to such a Princess? Argg..." He yelled as the Queen pulled his cock with such force and tugged it hatefully. It was hard and pointing as she turned her back to him. Hiked her long dress up with a hand full of material and fixed her self on his cock. Leaning back into him and forcing his cock to enter her pussy slowly. The Queen rocked back and forth pressing into Sir Earl with great thrust. His cock went in deeper with each surge. The Queens eyes were fixed on Trish as she fucked Sir Earl before her. "Guards, strip her of her garments." The Queen ordered. "You wait Gertrude, my father shall have thee in chains for this, in a tower far away hither, once he hears how thou has done his daughter." Trish shouted. The Queen just smiled while pressing and grinding her cunt into Sir Earl. "Guards, gag the wench too. I wish to hear her not." The Queen said while moaning in pleasure. "Oh yes Sir Earl, I will truly miss thy shaft." She said with a giggle and throwing her ass into him harder. A man came into the dungeon from the stairs, his dark robe and hood made it impossible for Trish to see who it was. The man went straight to the Queen. Queen Gertrude whispered some words into his hooded face, and then he left. The guards had gagged Trish and bound her tighter in a toying way. Pinching her nipples and poking a finger in her puss in a playful manner. The Queen bent over and grinding her self into Sir Earl let out her moans of ecstasy as she came. The juices rolled down Sir Earl’s legs as she leaned forward and fixed her dress and walked over to Trish. "Now as for thou harlot, I have a plan to rid myself of thee for eternity." The Queen said with a smile. The hooded man comes back into the dungeon and walked to the Queens side. "Teresa of Binderman, thee shall taunt me no more. For thy illness I bestow, will have thou father thinking thus are the sleeping dead." The Queen said. The hooded man handed the Queen a small vile and she took and opened it up. Putting it to Trish's mouth and poured its substance down her throat as a guard held her head. Trish fought her binds but to no avail. She gagged on the stench and aroma of the foul liquid that seeped into her body. Trish blurted some words but no one understood her from her gag. She struggled with her tied hands and feet as the fluid was quickly taking affect. "Sleep thy little princess, FOREVER." The Queen said laughing as she started to leave the dungeon. "Oh and guards...cut Sir Earls man hood from him." She laughed even harder as she ascended up the spiral stone stairs with the hooded man right behind her. Trish looked over at Sir Earl with sorrow felt eyes as she fought to stay awake. The potion was acting fast and she fell into a deep sleep. "I love thee dearest Trish." Sir Earl spat before his own torture began. The sound of jackhammers rang out loud and clear. The pounding of sledgehammers and falling brick rang out in the castle bowels. The dust filled the corridors as the rock fell to the floor. "Is it miller time yet?" One of the men blurted out. "Just about, I could drink a six pack in one breath." Another blurted out over the noise. "What about you Dawson? You up for a little high life?" The man yelled out laughing. "You know Dawson don't drink man. He'd probably take warm milk or something ain’t that right Dawson?" The men teased. "You guys working or are you slacking?" Dawson asked. His medium frame and curly hair was considerably smaller than his rough-cut co-workers. The wall they were pounding at gave a little more and Jimmy the biggest of the three peeped into the opening. "Dark as whores hole in there." He said laughing. "Let me see." Spats Don, the other worker. "Yep, can't see a damn thing." He raised up from the tiny opening and pulled up his sagging pants to his rounded belly. "What do you reckons in there?" He asked. "Gold my man, Gold." Jimmy blurted and all three men looked at each other rather seriously. Then they all feverishly started pounding at the wall again. The Bricked up wall collapsed and the dust was thick. The two men covered their faces with bandanas and Dawson put on his respirator. They all pushed and more bricks fell as they began to toss the bricks behind them. "You know what ever we find is going to be claimed by the superintendent." Jimmy said. "I say we make a pact and keep some for ourselves." "Nothing in there but cob webs and spiders. Maybe a rats nest." Dawson said with logic in mind. "Well I agree with Jimmy, we should keep some for ourselves, hell we do all the work." Don replied. The wall finally fell completely and the darkness was open to them. Dawson reached for the flashlight while Jimmy and Don peered into the opening. Turning the light on and shining it into the vast open darkness. Dawson went into the opening of shattered and fallen stone. The light was small in comparison to the size of the room. The flashlight scoured the great open darkness till a glimmer came from a far corner. "You see that? Go back, over there." Jimmy shout excited. Dawson waved the flashlight back and forth in search of the reflection again. Then in the farthest corner it glimmered again. "There, see that." The men all walked slowly towards the shining glimmer that caught their eyes. The sound of rubble beneath their work boots as they made their way deeper into the darkness. "What is it?" Asked Don. "Heck if I know." Blurted Jimmy. Both men just behind the steps of Dawson. The light was fixed on the reflective object as they inched closer to their hopeful treasure. "Glass, that’s all it is, glass." Jimmy said with much disappointment. "Dirty dusty glass at that." The men stopped and gazed at the reflective domed shaped object for a moment, then Dawson scanned the room again searching the darkness. "Ain’t no damn gold in here, maybe the next room." Don said with frustration. "So who gets to go tell the boss man?" Jimmy blurted. "Here Dawson, shine that thing over here." Dawson turned towards Jimmies words and Jimmy had his wrist out. His watch shined in the light. "Oh man its miller time boys, let’s go." Jimmy turned and walked away, Don right behind him. "Dawson you coming?" "In a minute I want to look around a bit." Dawson answered while still stepping cautiously towards the large glass dome. "Ok suit yourself, but if you find any thing at all, its share and share alike, right amigo?" Jimmy yelled as he made his way back out of the dark room. "Yeah sure guys, I'll be there in a minute." Dawson replied. The two workers were well gone by the time Dawson reached the glass case before him. He looked at its long length and brushed the dust off of it in a wipe of his hand. The thick dust clung to his sweaty palm so he wiped it on his pants. Then taking his bandana he wiped again. He shined the flashlight into the cleaned area and peered through the glass. Pulling his head back and then looked again, seeing what appeared to be clothes. He pulled the respirator off and let it fall to the floor. He inspected the glass, then shined the light again. Dawson went to an end of the long glass case with peaked curiosity. He turned to see if his co-workers were still around before he spoke. "Dumb ass's, more worried about beer than what’s in this thing." Dawson said to himself. He propped the flashlight so he could see while he raised the glass off the slat of marble. Finding a few holes in the glass he used them to put his fingers in as he raised it. Breaking the seal of wax and dust he went to its center and raised it completely. Turned and set it down behind him. The glass was longer than he was in a half oval shape. He carefully set it down and reached for his flashlight. Turning with the light he saw a women lying there. His first thought was he had found a mummy, but she wasn't wrapped like a mummy. He went to the end where her head was and brushed back her hair with jittery fingers. Thinking she was a corpse he was hesitant to touch her, but she was beautiful. Dawson looked at her with bewilderment. "She looks so real." He thought. "This has to be a mannequin." He muttered. He looked down her body with the flashlight and couldn't believe his eyes. He braved himself enough to touch her arm, with caution for fear that she would crumble. The touch of his finger revealed a true fleshy form. He smiled at his find, and reached up and squeezed her breast lightly. He was beginning to become more relaxed with his beauty Queen find. He braved a peek at her breasts by lifting the fabric around her mounds, jerking his head back at how real she looked. He squeezed her breast several more times when he felt her breathe, or inhale. He took the light instantly and shined it at her breasts, only to she her still. This puzzle was beginning to become more and more a mystery. Who was she? Why was she here? Was she dead, or was she alive? He went to her face and awaited a movement. Then looking around the room settled for it being his over active imagination. "No one could live here for very long like this, you dingle berry." Dawson said to himself. He looked at the raving beauty lying before him and marveled at how pretty she was. Her clothes appeared to be very old time. Her hair was very very long with waves all along its length. He leaned down on the marble beside her with his weight on his elbows and his chin in his hand. Breathed heavy as his mind raced to come up with a logical explanation. He looked at her for a long time. She was gorgeous, he thought as he leaned in even closer. His eye's shot towards the opening from which he came. Seeing no one he quickly leaned down and kissed the beautiful girl before him. His lips pressed against hers, as she glided his tongue along her warm lips. He raised back in thought. "Warm? She’s still warm?" He blurted out. "What the hell?" The lady on the table stirred. Dawson fell backwards stumbling and landing on his ass. He was scared stiff. He finally got to his feet and fumbled for the flashlight that was growing dimmer. He come up to the marble again and shined the light at his beauty Queen franticly. Her eyes were open and she was licking her lips, as she turned to Dawson and said with strain and dried throat. "Where-fore art I?" "Oh shit." Dawson ran as fast as he could to the opening from which he came. Turning in to the corridor where they had been working all-day and darted up the stairs. About half way up he stopped. "Wait a minute, you guys think your pretty smart huh?" Dawson said. He had become a bit angered thinking they had just pulled a prank of massive proportions. He turned and went back down the steps slowly and with confidence that he had figured this whole thing out. "Alright guys you got me, ha ha very funny." Dawson said loudly as he reached the opening in the wall again. He turned into the darkness with no hesitation, anticipating their leaps of "Surprise, we gotcha." When he shined the flashlight again towards where she was, he saw her sitting on the edge of the marble. He looked around for Jimmy and Don, but didn't see them anywhere. "Thy will help me kind Sir?" She spoke with a raspy voice. "Huh yeah." Dawson said with confusion, yet still expected his co-workers to jump up and claim their victory for this prank. He walked over to her and extended an arm around her petite frame and helped her to her feet. She leaned on him fully and had great difficulty walking. Dawson more or less carried her weight while she stepped. "Hey Dawson, see you tomorrow man." Came a distant yell from the top of the stairs. He smiled thinking, "Ok, their gonna wait till I get up the stairs then spring it on me." He reached down and swung his arm under his beauty queen and picked her up. She wrapped her arms around his neck and laid her head into his shoulder. Dawson made his way up the steps awaiting the laughter from the guys for falling for this prank. She had more or less fallen back to sleep when He got to the top of the stairs and he was shocked to find that his crewmembers had all left. Their cars were gone. He was really puzzled now. He sat her down under a tree and fixed her to look presentable the best he could. Looking around the construction site he didn’t see any body at all. "Hey, wake up. Miss, wake up please." Dawson pleaded. She stirred a bit and opened her eyes. "My thirst is mighty kind sir, will thou please quinch it for me?" She was groggy and falling back to sleep again. "Miss, miss what is your name? Where do you live?" Dawson asked. "I am Teresa of Binderman." Trish said opening her eyes slightly and shielding them from the daylight she hadn't seen in ages. "Please sir my thirst is great." "OK, OK." Dawson got her to her feet, then carried her to his truck. Opened the door and put her in the passenger seat. Then making his way to his side and climbing in. He looked at Trish who had fallen asleep again. So he started his truck and drove to the nearest store. At the convenient store he bought several bottles of water and a six pack of beer for himself. He was sure he could use something for his nerves when he got home. He looked at his pretty passenger and contemplated where to take her. "The police department perhaps? No I don't want to get anybody in trouble." He started his truck and headed home. "When I get home I'll call Jimmy and cuss his ass out for sticking me like this." Dawson said as he made his way home. Once he got Trish inside his humble dwellings and plopped her in his recliner, Trish came to again. "Please kind sir I..." "Yeah yeah, here. You got a mighty powerful thirst I know." Dawson said with sarcasm and handed Trish the bottle of water. Trish took the bottle and stared at it. Turning it upside down and side ways and shook it. "What, you don't like that kind?" He asked. "What kind is it? How do I partake of it?" Trish asked sincere. "Here, like this." He took the bottle and opened the top and handed it back to her. Trish turned it just and split it slightly as she figured out where the liquid escaped from it. Dawson sat on the footstool and watched his lovely guest. Not sure what to do with her. He picked up the phone and dialed Jimmy’s number but it rang and rang. "Oh great, their probably at the Ice house till later tonight." Trish finished the bottle and shook it above her mouth to catch every last drop. "Here." Dawson said as he handed her another bottle and she opened it as Dawson had and began to suck it down just as quickly. Dawson sniffed his apartment as an odor was eminent and he figured it has to be the mystery women. "You want a bath?" Dawson asked but was already headed to the bathroom. Sleeping Cutie Trish eyed her strange surroundings as she was coming more coherent with every swallow. She was starting to become a bit afraid for every thing was strange to her. For a bit of comfort she wanted to be with her helper Dawson. She got up slowly and began to work her wobbly legs and walk to where he had disappeared. He was turning the water on and adjusting the temperature when he got up and turned right into Trish. "OH SHIT, you scared the crap out of me." He shouted. "Shit? Crap? What is thus you speak of?" Trish asked with curiosity. Seeing the tub and water she smiled and forgot everything as she pulled her clothes off and climbed slowly into the water. Dawsons eyes got wide as he watched with amazement at her boldness. He started to leave but then turned back into the bathroom and got a towel out of the cabinet and laid it down on the counter. "Will you wash, Trish of Binderman? In the manner of any well deserved Princess." Trish said with delight as she swirled her hands in the water and smiled. Dawson didn't say a thing but his smile grew. Trish played curiously with the knobs of hot and cold water. He sat on the edge of the tub and took a wash cloth and wet it then ran it along her shoulders. "Hmmm." Trish purred at the feel of the moisture on her skin. He ran the cloth along her back several times and pulled her long hair to the side. Trish finally lay back in the tub and submerged her petite body. She looked up at Dawson smiling. "What strange fire thus giveth thy light." She said looking at the overhead light. Then looked at Dawson. "You are a servant perhaps?" She asked. "No, I’m a construction worker. Now please tell me where you are from and who put you up to this?" Dawson asked. Still sitting on the side of the tub watching her every move. "I told thee, I am Trish of Binderman, my father is the King. Do you know of him?" She asked Dawson with smiling eyes, as she was quite awake now. "No never heard of him." He replied. "I bet you’re hungry though huh?" Dawson got to his feet and left the bathroom with his eyes on her bare breasts, all the way till he turned the corner. He got to the kitchen and opened the icebox. Seeing that he had very little to offer her. He opened the freezer door and saw it was bare too. He opened the refrigerator again and pulled out a beer and opened it and took a long hard swig. "What is that?" "Holy shit." Dawson yelled as he spilt his beer on himself. "You gotta quit sneaking up on people Trish." Dawson said startled. "Huh? Beer, you want one?" He asked. "Oh yes please." She answered. Dawson reached in and grabbed another beer as Trish grabbed his and began drinking it as he had. He looked at her moment, then realized she didn't have any clothes on. His eyes fell to her bush between her legs and then back up to her perky breasts. Trish caught his curious stare and smiled as she handed him the empty beer can. "Another ale please." She smiled. "Oh sure, ok." Handing her his beer and then reached in and grabbed another. Trish curiously reached her hand towards the coolness of the refrigerator. "This is cold from this space?" Trish asked with her hand out to feel the cold air that came from it. "Oh yeah, of course. You act like you never saw a refrigerator before." Dawson said as he tried to hide the messy kept parcels on the selves. When he shut the door to the refrigerator he turned to see that she was gone. He looked around then at the floor that revealed her wet footprints that went both ways. To the kitchen then back to the bathroom. He headed that way and turned the corner to find her back in the tub and drinking her beer. She sat the empty can on the ledge and it toppled off and she let out a giggle. Then sank into the tub and submerged her whole body. Getting her hair wet fully and coming back up for air. He went to walk to the phone again when she called him. "Kind sir?" "Yes." Dawson answered and went to her side. Looking at her naked body fully. "May I have another Ale please?" She asked. "Huh sure." He answered and went to the kitchen and returned with another beer. When he returned to the bathroom she was getting out of the tub, a little wobbly, she slipped. Dawson reached and caught her in his arms. She wrapped her arms around him and began kissing him. Dawson didn't resist his beauty Queens act. He wrapped his arms around her wet naked body as she twirled her tongue with his. "Thank you handsome prince." She said as she stepped back and fell onto the commode. Sitting and giggling. Dawson stripped his clothes off and turned the showerhead on. Draining the tub and turning on the cold water and got under its spraying nozzle. Then securely closing the shower curtain. "What is thus that pours the water as so?" Trish asked as she pulled the curtain back and climbed in with Dawson. Dawson was startled again. He quickly lathered his hair with shampoo and turned up the warm water nozzle. "It’s a shower. Boy, you don't know much of nothing do you?" Dawson barked. "I know how to please a prince." Trish said as she went to her knees and engulfed Dawsons cock fully. He was taken by surprise completely and just stood there. She was pulling her head back till his cock's head was at her lips then she lunged forward and took him in her mouth again. Dawsons cock grew quickly and Trish wrapped her fingers around whatever part of his cock that wasn’t in her mouth. "Oh yes. I see, yeah you do know how to do that." Dawson said with quivering mouth. The feeling she gave him was sensational. Her mouth slide along his hard cock with ease. Her tongue worked his shaft hungrily with apparent experience as he released his load quickly. She was smiling at his hasty orgasm. She stood up and leaned into him and they embraced. Dawson smelled of her hair and quickly lathered her hair up with shampoo and washed her. The water was coming out warmer and she seems to enjoy it. She played with the spraying water with her hands. He went to get out and grabbed a towel and dried off. Trish followed and imitated his actions. Dawson reached back into the shower and turned it off. He went to the bedroom while Trish played with the showers knobs, turning them on and off. Dawson went through his drawers to find them some clothes. Trish come in and saw the bed and smiled. Standing their naked she ran her hands along her body. Dawson turned to see her in the doorway while she fondled her self. He stood straight up and so did his cock. She looked down at his erection and licked her lips. Trish walked up to Dawson and took his cock in her hand and began stroking it lightly. All the curious questions Dawson had disappeared. He seems to know what he was going to do with her now. She poised up to him and kissed him passionately. Her hand was pulling his rock hard cock into her warm body. Their lips mashed together and their tongues tussled. Their breaths became short and desires were heightened. Dawson turned just enough to lay her on the bed. Hovering over her he began squeezing her firm breast. Trish pushed his head downwards and he understood. He kissed her neck then chest. Kissing and sucking at her breast and nipples. His hand run up between her legs and she opened them for him. He found her pussy ready for his care. She pushed her body up and into his hand. She tightened a grip on some of his hair and pulled downwards. He licked and kissed his way down her stomach. Getting to her pussy she spread her legs wide for him. Dawson licked her wildly. Sucking her clit and tugging on her pussy lips with his fingers while lapping at her. She moaned out loudly at his mouths busy pleasing. He put a finger in her tight hole and slid slowly in and out. Licking and getting her wetter. She looks to old to be a virgin but her cunt was closed tight around his playing finger. He worked her to wetness and the finger glides got easier. Lapping her pussy folds and clit while driving his finger deeper with every surge. Trish's body squirmed with ecstasy from his constant attention to her pleasure zones. Her fingers interlaced in his hair as she pulled him tightly to her pussy. Bucking up to meet his tongue and finger strokes. "Don't stop Sir Earl. Don't stop, please." Trish yelled out. Dawson knew she was calling out to an old lover but he didn't miss a beat. His working fingers drove her to orgasm and her wetness flowed. She jerked her body from the sensation and pulled his hair till he come up to her. He lay on top of her and she gripped his ass cheeks and pulled him to her. His cock went in with ease. He began pumping his beauty Queen wildly as she pulled on his ass to set her desired pace. Driving his cock into her deeper and deeper. "Oh yes, don't stop." She screamed out. Dawson thrust his cock in her more and more. Pounding away at her pussy with his dick swollen to its fullest. The sounds of wetness came as she pushed on his chest to slow him. Dawson slowed but didn't stop he drove his cock deeply and held. His body quivered and stiffened as he came inside her. The warm sensation deep with in her made her smile. She pulled Dawson to her and wrapped her arms around him and began kissing him. He rolled to her side and fell out exhausted from the day’s endeavors. She curled up into him and lay her head on his chest. She toyed with a finger at his nipple while they caught their breaths. He was running his fingers through her long hair when he realized she dozed of quickly. He lay there a moment and calculated the day’s events. He crawled out from her arms and head, covered her with a sheet. Looked at his beauty Queen with bewilderment and a smile. She was a "Sleeping cutie," he thought. He went to the bathroom and saw her clothes on the floor where she had shed them. Picking them up to take the dusty garment to the wash he saw a card fall to the floor. He reached down and picked it up. It was sealed with an older wax type blotched seal. The wax had a symbol on it. He took her clothes to the washing machine and checked them for any other loose objects. A small pouch was sewn in to its side, so he removed it and opened it. There were several gold coins and what appeared to be rubies and small gems. He was shocked and kept them to give back to his beauty Queen. He put the garment in the wash and added an extra amount of detergent. Turned the machine on and went back to the bedroom were his computer was set up. He sat at it and turned it on. He carefully opened the card as not to disturb the hardened wax seal and read: Dearest Teresa of Binderman, I found out from my loyal subjects the Queens actions. I had believed for years that thou were just ill my daughter. Once I found out the truth, I had the Queen captured and sealed in a tower at Bingham. My dearest Daughter I tried many things to revive you. A potion was given that may keep you safe forever. I placed some tokens for when thou does wake thee shall be able to make it comfortable for thy self. My death will come soon, so I sealed you in Binderman castle in hopes that one day thou whilst revive. Also in fear that thou would be taken and made a slave of the new Aires. I love you dearest daughter and shall see thee in heaven. King George of Binderman. You’re beloved Father. Dawson looked at his sleeping beauty and quickly pulled up everything he could on the computer about the King of Binderman and the seal from the card. Finding very little, other than he was a king in the 1200's and had a daughter Teresa, believed to have fallen into a coma. Dawson sat back after reading all this and letting it soak in. When he felt her arms wrap around him. "What is this that shines bright?" Trish asked. "Oh, hey. It’s a computer." Dawson said with a low tone, still soaking up what might be. "Oh, it is so pretty." She said while her fingers walked down his chest and to his crotch. "I think thee need more of me." She said. Dawson got up and looked her in the eyes. He thought of a dozen questions but he knew the answers. He also knew the grief she would be flooded with once she found out about the card. He wrapped his arms around Trish and kissed her passionately. She returned every lick. They fell gently to the bed and began exploring each other fully. Her hand trailed down to his cock and lightly traced its shape while he found her nipple hard and in need of attention. They embraced tightly and she pulled him atop of her when his cock was stiff. Fixing it so that it would slide with ease. He slowly pushed into her more. Her hands gripped his ass and pulled while he lay on top of her and began humping at her faster and faster. "Stop." Trish yelled. "What is it?" Dawson asked as he found it hard to completely stop in mid stride. "What do I call thee?" "Oh, Dawson. My name is Dawson." He said smiling and leaned in to kiss her. He began his strides again. Pumping deeply into her more and more. She gripped his ass and set the pace she preferred. Pulling him tighter as she spread her legs wider. He thrust his cock in her deeply as she pulled tightly on his ass and back. Bucking up to his body and wiggling with delight from his poundings. "Oh yes, don't stop Sir Dawson. Don't stop." She shouted as their bodies clashed wildly and the sounds of wetness between them. Her fingers bit into his ass cheeks while she thrust up to meet his humping body. The warm cum inside her made her slow her pace and smile. Dawson stiffened his body and quivered in ecstasy. She reached up and grabbed a hand full of his hair. Pulling him downward with a huge smile on her face. He smiled as he descended between her legs; she opened her legs wide for him. Dawson began licking her pussy in long sensual glides along her slit. Sucking at her clit and pulling her folds with his lips while he put two fingers in her wet warm hole. In and out he worked his fingers while she pulled at his hair to hold him at her cunt. He lapped at her clit in circles around it before he sucked at it. She squirmed with pleasure and loud moans came from her as he finger fucked her to an orgasm. "Yes Sir Dawson. YES." She screamed out as her juices flowed from her. Dawson crawled to her side and they embraced. She lay her head on his muscular chest and toiled with his nipple till he heard her heavy breathing of slumber again. He brushed back her hair to she her. "Yep, she's a sleeping cutie." He thought.