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numerous star voyages together. She stirred restlessly on the couch beside him.
"Rololf has been on his hunting trip for five days and nights," she began again. "He also left me to take
care of state business during the day. At night, in this big bed chamber, I am alone-master." The second
part of her price hit him like an unexpected bombshell. There was no doubt as to what she had in mind.
She wanted the same games they used to play aboard the Werewolf to while away the endless hours in
spaceflight.
"Jan," he questioned, almost unbelievingly, "I've been nearly three weeks without a woman and the last
part of your offer is quite enticing, as it always has been-but are you sure? I mean, you are a married
woman now and a cuckolded husband, especially a royal one, is nothing a sane man wants to contend
with."
She laughed, her dark eyes shining as bright as the light on her strands of black hair, "Chadwick Ponkert
the Third, I dare you to accuse a queen of cheating on her husband. Wouldn't be cheating. After all, I
did know you first and besides, it would be for old time's sake-master." There was no arguing with logic
like that. Not that he wanted to argue. This was one ready-and-willing woman offering herself to one
ready-and-willing man. He answered by gathering her in his arms and attempting to stab her tonsils with
his probing tongue. "Now, wench," he assumed the role she wanted of him when they parted. "You
may wear the robes of a queen, but I plan to prove you're still the bitch you always were."
Her eyes widened with anticipation and she trembled. "Strip, bitch!" he ordered, snapping like a feudal
ruler in a world of real feudal lords.
Immediately, she responded by standing and pulling the white folds of her robe over her head. He felt his
testicles tighten with the familiar view of her very desirable body. The globes of her breasts shivered with
submissive excitement. Quickly shedding his own clothes, he was fully prepared to begin to pay the
second part of Jan's price. Then she came to him, bouncing and swinging a lot of tit. Her hands attacked
his cock, causing it to grow to a firm mast of flesh that pulsed with life. He groaned as a sudden vise-like
grip squeezed his meaty shaft until every inch throbbed hot with pain-pleasure. "It remembers little Jan,"
she teased, knowing damn well that he could never resist this sexually hungry woman.
She shivered and jerked a clenched fist up and down his extended hard rod. Her hand raced up and
down, from the strained looking gorged glans to the hairy clump at the base of his cock. Simultaneously,
her other hand tucked beneath his legs and tickled its way over his tightening scrotum, eventually finding
his dangling, ball-filled sac. He groaned again as she cupped the tender bag and toyed with it. His
testicles were moving around uneasily, but the sensation was building up pressure and his buttocks were
drawing taut.
His own hands were engrossed in the jugs of enticing flesh that swayed on her chest. She grunted as he
dug into their softness and molded them to the contours of his hands with a healthy squeeze. Her hand
was moving with increasing energy over and around his thick cock. He kneaded and tugged her breasts
as if they were mounds of creamy white dough rather than sensitive flesh. He tugged and tickled. She
moaned a deep-throated desirous groan. He pulled and swung them. Her nipples fattened to dark taut
mushrooms. His fingers found and fondled the erect buds. Then he pinched and rolled the hard flesh
between his scissoring fingertips. It wasn't enough to hurt her, but she shivered and pulled at his pulsing
organ. Reaching under the slightly pendulous tits, he pushed upward until the almost flaccid flesh slipped
off his palms and slapped back at her chest. His manual administrations caused them to glow with a pink
warmth.
"Now, my royal whore," he commanded. "Let's see if you remember how to give head. Eat it!"
In slavish submissiveness, she eased away from his fondling hands and dropped to her knees. Without
any preliminary licking or nibbling, she opened her lips to form a gaping "O" and surrounded his cock
with wet, warm mouth.
It was one abrupt delightful surprise sensation. He half-sighed, half-groaned under the oral caress she
lavished on his prick. He watched her pouted lips inch forward over his length, working their way to the
hilt of his penis. Tightening his ass, he eased forward into the damp, oral sheath, helping her with the task
she had set about. Standing above the kneeling woman, he watched himself disappear into her face. His
hands caressed her cheeks. The bludgeoning column stuffed her mouth, jerking and jumping. He
delighted, as he felt his movements beneath her eager lips.
He could follow the swirling lashes of her tongue with his fingertips, not to mention the thrilling waves of
pleasure her tongue ignited in his shaft. She slithered her oral digit around the thickness of his dick until
he felt like a stick of dynamite.
Then he moved his pelvis back. His eyes followed the glistening length of his manliness emerge from her
clinging lips. She sucked and licked, swallowing the drops of preseminal fluid that welled with crystal
wetness from his lust-swollen glans. Without hesitating, he eased himself back into the tender harbor of
her mouth. He wanted very much to fling his hips forward and rape those exquisitely working lips, but he
didn't. He just glided into the sweet, caressing warmth. He was in control of the situation and knew it.
Over and over he pumped in and out of the hungry orifice.
As she sucked and licked and nibbled, her hand slipped from his balls and wiggled its way up the dark
crease of his ass. She found the puckered anal mouth and teased over its hardened nodes. When the
tense opening relaxed, she drilled into his ass hole, burying her finger in his bowels. He grunted and
jerked forward. His cock crammed roughly into her mouth. Its blood-gorged head banged into the back
of her throat. She groaned, but continued her oral ministrations without the smallest interruption. Her
finger wiggled and tickled in the pressure-tight entrance of his ass. She felt hot and big in him. She
twirled and plunged into the tender channel, imitating a penis with her finger. She was fucking him, while
he fucked her face.
The thrilling sensations that filled him were indescribable. He groaned and shuddered with each invasion
into his burning anus. He moaned and trembled as her lips and tongue swirled and sucked over the stiff
length of his cock. His knees were fast turning to liquid. The pressure in his swelling balls was increasing
to the breaking point. In her finger jabbed, raspy, and fiery, and in his prick rushed, burrowing into the
warmth of her mouth.
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