I'm a happily married 36-year old businesswoman who spends a great part of the year traveling from one city to the next. On a recent trade show, I had been booked into a lovely 4-star hotel with all the great amenities one could imagine. The hotel brochure stated
that the facility took great pride in providing its clientele with a personal touch, and true to its word, I wasn't to be disappointed.  I had just retired to my hotel room after a long day
at the sales conference when I heard a knock at the door. Reluctantly, I gathered what little strength I had and opened the door to find the front desk manager standing before me. He informed me that several guests had recently fallen victim to in-room thefts and that the hotel was doing everything it could to track down the petty culprit. After a quick inspection
of my belongings, I told the young man that nothing seemed to be missing from my room, and that I'd keep my eyes open for any suspicious activities.

The following morning I decided to wake up early in order to take in some of the local sights. After struggling out of bed, I put the coffee maker on and began to run a nice hot shower. I quickly jumped under the piping hot water and began to relax as a week's worth of stress left my aching body. I hadn't felt so refreshed in days and the whole experience had left me
feeling quite horny. I was about to begin one of my intense finger massages when I was startled by a noise in the room. Not knowing what it was, I decided to keep the water running and hopped out to get a closer look. 

The bathroom door was slightly ajar so I was able to see right into the room. Much to my surprise, a beautiful young chambermaid was in the room and busily making the bed. A little insulted by the intrusion, I decided to watch for a few moments, as water dripped off my body and onto the bathroom floor. From my vantage point, I had the perfect view of all her
movements and for the first time in my life, I was strangely drawn to another woman. Her dark curly hair was tucked up beneath her white cap and accentuated her bright red lipstick. I couldn't quite make out the color of her eyes, but I could certainly make out her voluptuous figure. Her olive skin seemed to mesh with her dark outfit, which consisted of a white apron,
black blouse and matching skirt. As I hunched near the door, I was mesmerized by her
great looks and sophisticated elegance. And the more I watched, the more I was drawn to her. Just when I had decided to return to my shower, she hunched over to tuck in the bed sheets. That's when I gasped in disbelief at the sight of the most pendulous breasts I had ever seen. As she strained to arrange the sheets, her enormous endowments swayed from side to side as they struggled to break free from her top. I immediately felt the familiar tingling between my legs and the shortness of breath that comes whenever I get aroused. For a moment, I almost fell over but managed to stay on my knees long enough to enjoy her
womanhood. And as she made her way up to the top of the bed I just kept staring at her heaving breasts. But it was when she bent over to check under the bed, I almost died. Her short skirt rode all the way up to reveal the thickest, roundest ass I could ever imagine. Her white panties did little to contain the curves that wobbled slightly as she cleaned. 

I was so turned on that I placed my hand between my thighs and began to twirl my finger over my throbbing clit, never taking my eyes off her beautiful ass. All I could do was moan with pleasure as I watched her gorgeous bubble butt sway with the motion of her hips. By now, my pussy was aching for attention and my twirling finger was working overtime. I had passed the point of no return and seconds away from a mind-blowing orgasm when I saw her open my suitcase. To my astonishment, she riffled through my personal belongings until stumbling upon my purse, which contained all my credit cards and spending money. Immediately, I grabbed a towel and sprang out into the room.

"What do you think you're doing," I fired off like a drill sergeant. "Get your hands out of there."

Startled, the chambermaid took two steps back, dropped my purse and looked down at the floor.

Swedish Double Spanking!

Tanya and I decided to take a long weekend in the country and stay at a farmhouse B & B that had been recommended by some friends. We packed a few clothes into a suitcase, hopped into the car and headed off on Friday afternoon.

After about a four hour leisurely drive following the directions of our friends we found the lovely B & B, nestled in rolling meadows which were surrounded by woodlands. I grabbed the suitcase and we rang the bell at the front door. We knew that the B & B was owned by a widow but we were unprepared for the stunning lady that welcomed us into her home. Her name was Inga, in her early forties but looked younger, and her accent had Swedish tones. Short cropped blond hair, a lovely smile and, from what I could judge, a great figure covered by loose fitting working clothes and an apron.

After introductions all round, Inga showed us to our luxurious room which had a lovely view over the farm. She told us that for a small extra fee she would cook us a three course meal each night, an offer to which we readily agreed. Tanya and I unpacked and rested while Inga prepared the dinner.

Delicious home made pumpkin soup, roast beef with homegrown veggies and profiteroles for dessert! After dinner Inga joined us for coffee and we chatted away for hours, she was delightful company as well as an excellent hostess. We learnt of how she met her doctor husband when he was in Stockholm for health seminars. It was love at first sight and after a trans-Atlantic love affair they were married and Inga moved to America. They lived on the farm and her husband commuted daily to his practice in a nearby town. Unfortunately her husband died in a car accident a couple of years ago so to make ends meet Inga turned the farmhouse into a successful B & B.Tanya and I retired early and after a short spanking session we made love and then had a sound night's sleep.

Next morning after breakfast we headed off to explore the countryside and visit a market recommended by Inga in the town. Tanya and I had a lovely day, at the market we found some things that were 'just right' for Christmas presents and the fall colors of the countryside were just lovely. We returned tired and happy to the B & B for another delicious dinner for which Inga joined us and we had more interesting chat with our delightful host.

After dinner I decided to pay Inga for our stay and handed her my credit card. She returned shortly with a look of annoyance on her face. "Matt, this credit card is no good, it finished yesterday, today is the first day of the month, do you have the new card?"

"I'm sorry Inga," I replied, reaching for my wallet, "My new card must be here somewhere."

I searched my wallet but the new card wasn't there, I must have left it at home.

When I told Inga that I didn't have the new card she got angry.

"What about you Tanya?" she snapped, "Have you got any money on you?"

"Not enough to pay our account, I'm afraid," Tanya said, "I've got a bit of cash out my card is out to it's limit I'm afraid. We'll have to send you a check when we get home, you can trust us you know."

"How do I know I can trust you? It's totally irresponsible of both of you not to be able to pay me, I feel like I should call the police." Inga was quite angry.

"Take it easy Inga," I tried to calm her down, "Ring our friends who recommended your place, they will vouch for us as being reliable and trustworthy. There's no need to involve the police in this matter"

"All right I will ring them, wait here." Inga snapped and went into her little office where she rang our friends.
 
After a few minutes Inga returned and said that there was no answer at out friends but she had calmed down a little and gave an unexpected ultimatum.

"I can't contact your friends and I suppose I can trust you to send me a check when you get home tomorrow. But you have both been very irresponsible and need to be taught a lesson. I will not call the police if you both agree to accept a spanking from me, and I warn you now, it will be harder than the one you gave Tanya last night!"

"You heard us last night?" Tanya got in before me. "But I thought we were very quiet."

"Yes I could hear you, your room is next to mine. But that's not the issue at the moment. Will you both be spanked or do I have to call the police?"

"I guess we have no option," I replied, as Tanya nodded in agreement. "Let's get this done and over with."

"Wait there while I change into something more suitable," Inga ordered and disappeared into her bedroom via the office.

Tanya and I discussed our situation and agreed that we were doing the right thing. After all, we were both into spanking and neither of us wanted to explain how it all happened to the police.

"Tanya and Matt, come through now," Inga called.

We moved through the office and opened the door to Inga's sitting room, her bedroom could be seen through an open door. We both gasped as we gazed in awe at Inga. Gone were the house work clothes. Inga was now wearing high heel, knee high leather boots with a short leather mini skirt that exposed most of her slim, muscular thighs. A leather waistcoat that showed a large amount of cleavage covered her ample breasts. Her short blond hair above her now made up face completed the vision. The best way I can describe her figure is to compare
her with Raquel Welsh at a similar age.

Tanya and I were speechless with shock.

"I guess I omitted to tell you that I met my husband when he came to my dungeon in Stockholm," Inga said with a smile on her face. " In our private life he was my slave, since he died I haven't had a chance to wear this gear so I'm glad you two came along. I'm looking forward to punishing both of you."

"Don't interrupt me," she ordered as I started to speak, "Both of you agreed to be spanked and spanked you will be, I'll toss a coin to see who goes first, heads it's you Tanya, tails it's you Matt."

I looked at Tanya and she shrugged at me as if to say we had no option. I think Tanya was a little excited as she loves to be spanked and she had never been over the knees of another woman before.

We watched the coin spin through the air and Inga caught it, "Ha, it's tails, you're first Matt, shoes and sox off and come over here, Tanya you sit on that chair over there and wait your turn.

Inga sat in the center of a leather couch as Tanya and I followed her orders. I stood in front of Inga and prepared to go over her knees.

"Matt, stop!" Inga exclaimed, "Trousers and underpants off first, I only spank on the bare!"

I could see there was no good in arguing and did as I was told. Inga's short mini hardly covered her crotch and my cock gave a jerk of excitement as it slid between her bare thighs when I took up my position. Inga was very strong and the force of the first spank took me by surprise. I nearly cried out but I was determined to remain quiet throughout the ordeal. There was no let up as I was given the hardest spanking of my life. I was soon wriggling around on Inga's lap as her arm continued to rise and fall and her hand soon had my arse stinging
like mad. Tanya told me later that she had never seen a bottom turn from white to red so quickly. The only sound in the room was the continual "whack" off Inga's hand on my buttocks although I did hear an occasional gasp from Tanya.

Finally the hand spanking came to a stop and I attempted to rise. Inga's firm hand held me in place, as she exclaimed, "Not yet Matt, you still have to take 12 whacks from my hairbrush and here they are!"
 
Whack, whack, whack, the hairbrush landed repeatedly and I could stay silent no longer.
 
"Owwwwch, that stings Inga, take it easy," I cried, but there was no let up as Inga counted the blows from the hairbrush.

"Ten, eleven, twelve, there that's all for you Matt, stand up now.' Inga ordered.

I struggled to my feet noting that the punishment had had the usual effect on my penis that stood stiffly out in front of me. I was shocked as Inga's hand took hold of my cock and gave it a couple of rubs.
 
"Very nice Matt but you will have to control yourself for a while, go and sit on that chair and Tanya, now it's your turn, come over here," there was no doubting that Inga had complete control of the situation.

"If you don't mind I'll stand for a while," I said sarcastically.

Tanya rose from the chair with a worried but still excited look on her face. We exchanged wan smiles as a bare foot Tanya took up position in front of Inga.

I watched Inga's hands reach out and unfasten the front of Tanya's jeans that were soon on the floor as were her panties. It was very erotic to watch Inga's hands wrap around Tanya's bum and guide her over the knees. Inga took her time, her hands roaming over Tanya's bottom and thighs, making her legs spread apart as fingers slid into the cleft between Tanya's buttocks.

A moan came from Tanya as Inga cried, "You are so wet Tanya, you must have got turned on watching Matt being spanked, or are you excited about being spanked by me? Has another woman ever spanked you Tanya?"

Tanya just shook her head in reply as Inga continued the stroking. Finally Inga raised her hand and brought it down with a soft smack. In contrast to my spanking the soft smacking continued, Inga warming Tanya up slowly and carefully, ensuring that all of the buttocks and thighs were well covered.

When Inga was satisfied with the warm up and the soft pink color of the skin, once again her fingers probed gently between Tanya's legs. Again another moan from Tanya followed quickly by an 'ouch' as Inga smacked hard down on her bum.

Inga was thoroughly enjoying herself as the hard smacks continued to land on Tanya's arse.

"Oohs, aaahs and ouches" came from Tanya as her skin slowly turned from pink to a soft red.

Tanya was wriggling around on Inga's thighs but there was no chance of escape as the spanking continued. I watched helplessly as Inga picked up the hairbrush and rubbed it over Tanya's poor arse.

Tanya knew what was about to happen and tensed herself.

"Relax Tanya," Inga soothed, "This won't be as hard as I gave Matt. But I do have to give you your share of the punishment, you know that pleasure will follow the pain............."

These few words hung in the air as Inga raised the hairbrush and brought it smartly down on Tanya's lovely bum.

"Yipes, that stings," Tanya cried, but even if she had wanted to there was no escaping Inga's firm grasp. The hairbrush continued to rise and fall making the pink turn to red. 'Whack, whack, whack' "Ouch, Ohhhhhh, Ahhhhhhh!" 

I knew from past experience that Tanya was near to tears as suddenly Inga dropped the hairbrush on the couch.

Tanya made to move up off Inga's knees but two firm hands held her in place. 

"Just stay where you are Tanya," Inga said, "And I will cool you down a bit." As she spoke Inga produce a tube of cold cream from between the cushions and squirted some on Tanya's poor buttocks. Gently Inga rubbed the cream into the skin, soothing away the heat. Tanya squirmed with pleasure as Inga's fingers moved once again towards the cleft between the cheeks, brushing over her anus. I watched in awe as Tanya's legs moved wider apart as Inga's probing fingers touched her sex.

"Tanya do you want me to stop?" Inga asked.

Tanya answered with another shake of her head, another moan of pleasure coming from her as two of Inga's fingers slowly probed fully into her wet pussy. Inga's arm moved in and out, slowly masturbating Tanya to orgasm. Tanya legs were kicking as Inga's fingers gradually moved quicker and quicker, her years of Swedish experience giving her the knowledge of how to bring Tanya to a thrashing orgasm.

"I'm cummmmming!!" cried Tanya as her body arched, shook and finally collapsed across Inga's knees. "Oh Inga, that was soooooo good, that spanking really turned me on."

Inga let Tanya calm down before helping her to her feet, holding Tanya's shoulders to stop her moving away. Inga was whispering in Tanya's ear and apart from a few girlish giggles I couldn't hear what they were saying. After a couple of minutes Tanya nodded in agreement and they both moved in front of me.

"Matt, Tanya wants to thank me for giving her so much pleasure and we don't want you to interfere." Inga was once again in charge. "So we are going to tie you to the chair, don't even try to argue with us, just sit there and watch."

I could see that their minds were made up and kept my mouth shut. Tanya's nipples were still rock hard, she smiled at me and gave me a kiss as Inga strapped my arms to the chair.

"I want to do this my darling," Tanya said to me as Inga led her back to the couch.

"Undress me Tanya," Inga ordered as she sat on the couch. "Take my boots off first."

Tanya knelt in front of Inga and unzipped and removed both of the leather boots.

"Kiss my feet Tanya," Inga ordered and Tanya obeyed.

"Very good Tanya," Inga said as she rose from the couch, "Now stand and take off my top."

Tanya stood and with shaking hands undid the buttons down the front of Inga's leather waistcoat. We both gasped as Inga's large but firm breasts fell free, like Tanya her nipples were rock hard.

"Feel my breasts Tanya, suck my nipples, ahhh yes, that's right, suck hard." Inga's threw her head back in pleasure as Tanya followed her orders; she obviously had very sensitive nipples.

"Now Tanya, remove my skirt."

Tanya's hands were still shaking as she found and loosened the clasp of the leather skirt. The skirt fell to the floor and Inga flicked it aside. Once again Tanya and I gasped in unison as we gazed at Inga's glistening shaven cunt. All this undressing had made my cock hard again; I was very aroused as I watched the scene unfold.

"Turn around Tanya," Inga ordered as she pushed Tanya's shoulders. Tanya now had her back to Inga and we both wondered what was going to happen next. "Now put your hands behind your back, come on now, hurry up!"

Inga was still very much in command and Tanya obeyed the instructions. Inga bent down and took a length of rope from under a cushion. Quickly she tied Tanya's hands behind her back; whispering what I took to be soothing words as she expertly secured Tanya's wrists.

Inga turned Tanya around to face her, kissed her quickly on the lips and then pushed her down to her knees. Inga sank back down onto the couch and spread her legs wide apart. Reaching forward Inga positioned Tanya directly between her
legs, then slowly pushed her face down, down onto her shaven pussy.

Tanya's moan of "Ohhhhhhhh" was cut short as her mouth met Inga's flesh.

Inga placed a hand firmly on Tanya's head with the order, "Eat me Tanya. Eat me and make me come!"

It was so erotic watching Tanya on her knees, her hands tied behind her and Inga holding and guiding her head. My position did not enable me to see Tanya's tongue at work but from the guttural noises of pleasure coming from Inga I knew that Tanya was doing a very good job.

"That's it Tanya, ahhhhhhh, yes that's just what I need, keep going, keep going, eat my cunt!"

Inga's head was rolling as the waves of pleasure started to course through her body. One hand was holding Tanya's head while the other hand was squeezing and playing with her own lovely breasts.

Inga's body was shaking as an orgasm swept through her, "I'm cummmming Tanya, I'm cummmmming, oh that's so good!"

Finally Inga's body relaxed and she slumped back onto the couch, continuing to hold Tanya in position. "Clean me up Tanya, lick up all my juices, that's a good girl, you're a very quick learner, that's soooo good."

Inga let go of Tanya's head and pushed her back onto her knees. Tanya looked at my face and then my erection and grinned as she licked the moisture around her lips.

Inga stood and helped Tanya to her feet. "Come with me into my bedroom my pretty one, we'll leave Matt alone for a few minutes."

With her arms still secured behind her back Tanya was led into the bedroom. I heard a door open and then lots of girlish giggles, laughs, a few spanks, squeals and I thought also the sound of running water. What were they doing? My mind was running amok and my cock still pointed at the ceiling. Finally after about ten minutes Inga came back into the room, followed by Tanya.

"Matt," Inga spoke first, "Tanya has a surprise for you, show him Tanya."

Tanya stepped from behind Inga into the light, spread her legs wide to show me her shaven cunt! I had tried to talk her into shaving some time ago but she was unsure, and now Inga had convinced Tanya to do it.

"I think Matt should taste our cunts don't you Tanya?" Inga smiled conspiratorially at Tanya, "Let's do what we planned!"

My cock jumped as I noted Inga say 'our' cunts. Inga went to a drawer and took out four leather cuffs. Tanya helped her to attach them to my wrists and ankles. Tanya kissed me deeply as Inga moved behind me and tied a blindfold around my eyes! My arms were then released from the chair and I was helped to my feet. Both girls guided me across the sitting room and into Inga's bedroom. The giggling pair then pushed and guided me into the center of the bed where I was spread-eagled and my wrists and ankles attached with rope to the bedposts!

The room fell quiet as the girls sat on the bed, one on each side where soft fingers played with my erection, thighs and my nipples. No pain just a lot of sensual teasing as the erotic evening progressed. Then I felt my cock being tickled by a tongue, or was that two tongues? The tongues continued to make patterns all over my cock and balls, I could feel sweat breaking out all over my body. Suddenly my cock was engulfed by a mouth which sucked hard for a short time then was replaced by another mouth! The girls continued to suck and swap, how I managed not to come amazed me as in between the sucks I could hear the girls kissing each other!

"I think he's nearly there Tanya, you'd better jump on!" cried Inga.

There was sudden movement on the bed and I felt Tanya's newly shaven cunt slip down over my hard cock.

"Ahhhhhh that's what I need," cried Tanya as she began to move up and down.

I could also sense Inga moving about near my head as Tanya continued to bring me to my long awaited orgasm. Suddenly my blindfold was whipped off and I opened my eyes to see Inga's cunt poised above my face. Slowly she lowered herself until she was sitting on my face! What else could I do but stick out my tongue? I licked, sucked and probed as Inga's juices literally poured onto my face. I was overwhelmed by the different sensations - Tanya fucking away on my cock as Inga squirmed and wriggled on my face, if this was sexual heaven I think I had found it! Both of the girls were squealing with delight as the three of us approached and then erupted into our individual orgasms. The bed shook as we all virtually came at the same time, Inga and Tanya both screaming in ecstasy, my orgasm practically silent as Inga's cunt acted like a gag on my mouth.

After a short time Tanya and Inga rolled off my sweat and cum covered body. Inga pushed Tanya aside so that she could lick my cock clean so Tanya lay down beside me and kissed and licked me clean too.

"Wow, that was amazing, I've never experienced anything like that before," I managed to say as our breathing calmed down. 

"I think you have paid off your debt to me now," Inga said with a smile as she lay down beside me on the opposite side to Tanya.

"That's an unusual method of payment Inga," Tanya said, "And not a strain on the bank balance either, we must come back here and stay again Matt." 

That Monster Cock . . . . .

In a couple of days, my wife's birthday would arrive and I had nothing for her. I guess diner would be alright but that was the present I gave her for the past three years, among little odds and ends. This time needed to be special because we've been married for five years and I loved her dearly. I didn't want the marriage to get into a rut.

I was on my lunch break talking to my buddy, Jerry, telling him about the situation I was in. He suggested getting a stripper for Beth. Pondering the idea, he gave me the phone number of a local entertainment agency. He said they have a good variety of dancers in both sexes and that his buddy hired a dancer for his wife. He was very pleased and the price was reasonable.

When I got home after work, Beth was still working and wouldn't get there for another hour. I gave the agency a call, giving the girl the information needed. She told me to stop by their office tomorrow and sign the paperwork and pick out the type of package that was to be performed. I asked her what she meant by that but there was no way it could be discussed over the phone. The next day I stopped by the agency to finalize the deal. It turned out that they had two types of performers. One being a strip that just danced down to a pair of brief bikini shorts and the other totally naked. The naked strip also performed sexual pleasure for one hundred dollars more. I payed the hundred bucks.

The girl then said, "The three dancers were well endowed. Is there a problem with that?"

I shook my head no and said, "How well endowed?"

"One is 10 inches long and the other two are 12. Both are very handsome, by my standards", was her answer with a devilish smile.

I agreed and signed the paperwork. On occasions, Beth had made the comment of wondering what it would be like to have one of those monsters in her mouth when we watched porn flicks. My mind started racing with excitement, getting impatient with the idea of her possibly sucking off a horse cock.

Friday finally came and I was wild with excitement, wondering if Beth would enjoy her present. I hoped she would because it cost me a bundle but she is defiantly worth it. I no sooner walked into the house, the phone rang. It was Beth telling me she was on her way home.

"Great, you're getting out early today."

"Frank is letting me go an hour earlier for my birthday."

"Mighty big of him", I said with a chuckle.

Beth walked into the foyer and yelled out to me that she was home. I greeted her with a big kiss, handing her the card I got. I apologized for not having a present for her.

"I totally forgot about it until yesterday. I had no idea what to get you, so I picked up the card and I'll take you out to dinner this evening." 

The King

The king was seated upon the end table: long and rudely hewn out of the trunk of an oak. He was bordered on both sides by his courtiers who were dressed as he, in rough fabric and animal skins bordered with fur. The room was filled with a warm damp smoky haze - from the great fire smouldering in the hearth - sweetened by the seductive flavour of the herbs that many of the company were smoking - in long stemmed pipes. The women of the company were dressed similarly to the men, but without the fur mainly and wore long gowns, split carelessly at the neck to allow a glimpse of their skin - full and slightly reddened from the heat and herbs. All were drinking from clay goblets - wine: red and leaking from mouths into beards and trickling down alabaster necks into cleavages, then wiped way with soft and hard hands.

The meal was more or less done and the tables were littered with bones and mostly empty wooden plates. The king was cleaning his with a crust of bread, and, at the same time, laughing with his close companions over details of the days hunt, and how one of their number had fallen after running into a branch as he leant to kill. The fellow was laughing too, though blood still showed through the bandage on his forehead. As the servants began clearing, the shouting and laughing gradually subdued into murmurs and whispers, and some of the women sat a little closer to their men, and some of the men to their women, and even same to same - as they did not have any prejudice against this. It was as though a scene had ended and another was about to begin. Into the gradual hush the kings elder stood and spoke words of ceremony - and gave thanks to gods long now forgotten, who had blessed the hunt, and the community with peace and warmth and harmony. Many present bowed their heads as though in prayer, and many didn't and merely smiled at the old man - as though he were saying a simple thing which was right. Upon finishing, the old man raised his goblet and turned to face the king, all present stood and did likewise, until the king standing also bade them cease, and gestured them down - in such a manner as to imply that it was foolishness and they were all - save for an accident of birth - as worthy as he. In his furs he looked a fierce warrior, but though tall was in fact lean of form, and though bearded his face was a narrow and full lipped, almost as a woman's. He was a contrast to many of his people. A voice began to sing, in high register, without words and with merely three notes - repeated as though an announcement. The room fell silent - held like a horse before the jump. All eyes turned to the king - who seemed suddenly sober, as though a moment of justification was at hand. At the back of a great hall, a long dark curtain hung, to keep out the cruel winter draughts that slipped between the uneven stones of the walls. It opened and all silent eyes left the king and went instead to the shapes emerging from the darkness behind. First came two grey haired women, dressed in simple grey gowns to their ankles and carrying each one a burning torch. Behind them were four men, warriors, carrying a litter woven from silver birch branches. The warriors wore little save a small cloth wound around their waists. Their skin shone in the flame light - oiled. Still all voices were still, the hall focused upon the new arrivals. Some breathing perhaps, and a hushed moan as a hand moved beneath the table and a woman's thighs...The party moved further on into the hall, and the King stood once more, as though to receive an honoured guest. The long table in front of him was cleared and his gaze was unbroken in its journey to the grey ladies, and the warriors and the litter they carried. Upon which, dressed in a white shift of muslin knelt a young woman. Slight. Dark hair streaked with blond: fine yet plentiful and haloed in small disarray around her face. Ice blue eyes lowered. Her body was lean and yet the swell of her buttocks bought an audible sigh from those in the hall that could see as she came forward into the light - the shift barely concealing them and the tones of her skin visible beneath. Her legs were bare and smooth and well formed - they also shone in the light. She was breathing rapidly, and within her apparent stillness random muscles twitching, and shoulders and neck turning in slow half turns as though stirring in a dream.

They reached the king, and halted. The grey ladies turned in military precision, right and left, and began their exit, pausing both as they came to their charge, upon her litter, head low and breath panting and skin glowing - body betraying beneath the thin muslin. They bent to her and stroked her as a wild animal about to be tamed, as a skittish mare before the stallion. The girl met their eyes with hers and in this way sent them on, It is my time now. The grey ladies faded into the dark and were never there. The king gestured the warriors forward and also the elder seated upon his right side. The elder walked around the table and appeared not to touch the young woman, even though by the time he turned back to his seat her eyes were concealed by strip of soft leather - tied within her hair. The king gestured once more and this time the warriors circled their prize so her blind face was facing back from whence she came and all the kings table gasped at the sight of her, her bare legs and the round swell of her buttocks and the hem of her shift barely covering her modesty. The birch litter was then lowered down upon the table in front of the king, the woman moving from side to side with narrow invisible walls, her breathing faster still and a forbidden sigh escaping her lips - echoed ten fold around the hall, as hands reached more boldly and legs began to slip apart. As a consequence of the girls restlessness her shift was slipping higher and she reached a hand back as though to pull it down, then stopped, and instead moved her torso in a wider arc and let her hand skirt her belly and brush 'accidentally' against a breast as it came back to support her. The king let out a low moan, and as two courtiers came forward and began to pull away his furs, reached a hand out, trembling slightly, to touch her hair. She moaned also, and arced her back into a curve, and the king could not resist tracing the arc with his fingers. Down through the valley towards the perfection of her behind. And the girl, unable to help herself reached a forbidden hand down to brush against the king and then seeming accidental, caught a finger upon the her hem and pulled the shift above her waist, her brazenness betrayed by her sigh as she did so, and evident by the full display of buttocks and the dark hair that ran between them, like a wood concealing water.

The king held his breath at the end of air, and his hand stopped above her, his eyes drinking in her beauty. Around him was a music of sighs and groans, and many women's breasts were now revealed as they ran their fingers and hands and others hands across them, and dreamt that it could have been them. He lowered his hand and touched the skin, flushed in the heat. The girl trembled further and her breath now scraped the sides of her throat as she fought not to make sound. She could smell the flavour of the room and it was like a drug to her. She could feel the king now (and this is how it was for her) tracing his fingers upon her arse, revelling in her curves and his breath also hoarse. His fingers now sure and pushing the muslin further up to reveal her arced back, damp with the heat and bending and twisting against her desire. He wet his fingers against his lips and she could feel the wetness of him traced down the contours of her spine. Down and down they went, as she began to lose her fight for reverence, pushing her arse towards him, and closer and closer to the wood. Between her buttocks, and all those at the king's table gave appreciation as he traced his finger past the centre of her behind, pausing slightly to feel its tightness and perfection and she pushing back a little onto his sweat moistened finger as though to give permission. She reached down once more to the kings hand - fine and well groomed, fingertip damp with her glow - and pushed it against her, almost causing him to enter. The Nobles gasped at her audacity, but she was beyond caring and lifted the shift higher - as her hand returned to steady her kneeling form - and revealed the full - hard tipped beauty of her alabaster breasts. Many of the men were openly pleasuring themselves now, their members proud and angry against the slow motion of their hands; many of the women too, and one noble lady had hold of each man beside her, while their hands roamed her body amongst the torn fabric of her dress. But none turned their eyes from the girl. and the king now naked behind her. Dark eyes above his beard, lips open and panting in lust. The girl blind and squrming upon his hand, which had now reached the edge of her darkness... Until (and this is how it was for her) she finally felt him, upon the borders of her - where she was so wet that her sweet water was trickling down her legs. the king gasped to feel her wetness, her desire, and lost all subtlety in his passion and pushed his exploring finger into her. She groaned, Ahh, (and many others around her echoed), and opened her legs wider for all to see the kings finger pushing past her petalled lips and sliding deeper upon her incredible wetness. Now she too could no longer control herself and began to push back against his hand. The king let another finger join its fellow and she gasped again at the wonderful fullness, and beneath her down turned blinded head and the beautiful tangle of her hair, began to redden in passion, moaning constantly and bending back and forwards upon  the kings hand. 

Then suddenly she was empty. Her legs wide apart and wetness dripping, but the king gone. She felt his loss tremendously and moved from side to side in search of him, well aware also of the view she was giving her elders and the nobles of her world. Well aware of the reverence with which they now held her and that none of this evenings brazenness would be laid at her door. Two of the closer men reached forward to touch her, and then stopped just in time, remembering themselves, their fingertips inches away from her dark and wet lips. One of them groaned in frustration. She felt like a prize, a golden jewel, held high for all to worship, she moaned again at the thought, still bending and twisting like a slender branch in wind, unable to still herself against the tide of her passion. She wondered whether the semi naked litter bearers were still standing close, and hoped that they were - she wanted all to see; the room now a gathering symphony of sex. Suddenly she was no longer alone. a hand each side of her buttocks and then something soft and moist tracing down between her. The King was kissing her, this was unprecedented, she almost orgasmed at the history being made, as his tongue followed the path of his fingers and traced down her spine, through the dark between her cheeks ( stopping momentarily to promise danger and causing a gasp at the slight entry) then down into the wood, where he sunk between her lips to taste all that sweetness and pushed his face so hard against her squirming behind, that had she any way of constructing thought she would have worried for his breathing. She pushed against his face and cried out loudly to feel his tongue fluttering so deep within her. He moaning into her, the vibrations carrying her over the edge. She made a loud piercing scream - to still the hundred spectators as she reached a shuddering orgasm, and once again as she felt the kings tongue lapping greedily at the new juices flowing into his mouth, so much that they ran out and down into his beard (he would not wash this for many days following, forever drunk upon her). 

The Bench

In the dark, warm room you feel my hand about your body. Touching everywhere without let. I run my hands over your face, feeling your eyes move under your lids, the touch over your lips, curling them back and pressing the tips of my fingers against the wet warm insides of your lips, the fingertip over your teeth as they part. I press my finger in your mouth and you close your lips on it and suck the length of my finger and lick around it in your mouth. I lean over you and draw my finger in and out of your mouth, your eyes closed, your throat moaning.

"I want your cock," you whisper, your voice muffled by the presence of my digit in your mouth. I stand beside the velvet cushioned bench upon which you lay. I remove my shirt and let it drop on a nearby couch, then kick off my shoes and pull my socks off. You watch my fingers pull the leather belt from the black strap, releasing its golden stay and removing it. I wrap the belt around you just under your breasts and clasp it behind you under the bench, firmly holding you there. You stare as my pants are unbuttoned, how my zipper is lowered, pants are removed, and shorts are dropped to my ankles and are kicked aside. 

You watch my cock, intent on the way the balls hang and stir beneath the thin soft looking skin of my scrotum. Your blue, green eyes watch the shaft while it stiffens and twitches as I move closer to your face. I walk to the end of the high bench where your feet are pointing down, my crotch inches from your body. I walk up slowly over your body your hands clenching and unclenching in desire as my balls touch you slightly on the thighs, over your pubic hair, my cock almost touching your skin, rigid in the warm air, over your breasts, my balls just passing between the rising flesh, not touching you but for a stray hair on my hanging skin that brushes your nipple, but the delicate almost imperceptible sensation fills your entire frame with a fiery emotion, making you hold your head back further and open your mouth wide.

I position myself just over your mouth and slowly lower my balls into your face. You shake your head back and forth allowing them to fill your mouth as I lower myself to your lips. Your tongue feels the balls rolling and churning within my body till you need to lick on them. The saliva in your mouth wets my wrinkled skin there as you roll your tongue around and around on my balls, licking them wet, tasting the soft skin, feeling the warmth emanating from their central position in my body. My eyes close as every nerve in my body breathes with the breath from your nostrils that blow hot against the base of my cock. I rise off of you.

I look at you there, your eyes lusting for more your hands clutching at your hips. I kneel down and lick my tongue against your parted lips, feeling the thickness of your lower lip and the delicate edges of your mouth, up around the small curl of your upper lip moving above you, meeting lower lip to upper, upper to lower. My tongue finds the parting there and reaching in our tongues press against each other, circling like snails interminably. I lap at the under side of your tongue, across the sides, and around the edges of your teeth and the soft hot places between your lips and teeth. Then simple nibble and suck at your tongue as you find the inside of my mouth as I did yours.

As we kiss for what seems like hours, I reach over your body and cup your breasts, squeezing them in my hands, feeling the nipples rise hard against my palms, the swelling of your breasts accentuated by the thickening of your breaths rising and filling your chest with deeper warm waves of desire and need. My finger pinching your nipples hard, your back jerking as he pain fills your chest your tongue lapping harder at my lips.

I move my mouth away from yours and walk over to between your legs. I massage one foot and leg one good long time, then do the other, rubbing my hand just a touch away from your cunt several times till I see it begin to drip with juices. I put on leg on one shoulder, the other on the other shoulder and slowly move in. I blow warmly on your pussy as it seem pucker, then with a careful movement of my tongue, I lick up the juices barely touching the skin. Your pelvis throbs at the slightest touch. Then in a long smooth motion, my tongue licks from deep between your legs, fills your pussy and tastes the wet juice within, then over your pussy lips, tracing them side to side then I press on your clitoris and circles there, flicking and licking again and around and around, your hips rock to the movements. The index and second finger of my right hand enters your pussy, deep as I suck on
sensitive bud. They hold themselves deep in your and twist and wiggle feeling the tight press of your vaginal muscles that I encourage with the flat surface of my tongue rubbing your clit while I shake my head back and forth, applying wet to friction to you, my fingers drawing in and out faster and faster. 

I feel your hands grab my hair and mop my face in your crotch, lips and fingers and tongue mingling with cunt and clit and pussy lips till you begin to moan and thrash on the bench, screams finally coming from your throat, toes curling, your fingers pulling at my hair, forcing my tongue deep in your recesses as your juices flow into my mouth and whirl of rainbow pleasure filling ever crevice of your insides, your back tingling, your legs hugging my neck, your hands violently mashing me to you, your head shaking from side to side.

Suddenly, I jerk back and free myself. You are left in a surprise of no flesh touching your flesh. I walk up your body again, my legs running up the sides of your thighs, over your hips, beside your stomach, touching the sides of your breasts. I stand just over your mouth, my cock rigid in the air above you. Your hands reach round my knees and press me higher. I grab my cock and squeeze it hard, very hard, you reach up with both hands and take my cock from me and squeeze as hard as you can. You jerk at me and squeeze hard till a pearl of silver precum beads out at the tip. You open your mouth and tap my reddened cock tip, once, twice and three times, and, as if in slow motion, the small drop of cum falls through the air and you open your mouth and catch the liquid on the tip of your tongue. You look me in the eye and smile licking it around and over your lips, till it mingles in your mouth as you swallow the tasting the pungent liquid. 

I back up now to the foot of the bench and take an ankle in each hand and raise them high in the air. You reach down and grab your calves and pull back in a flexible gesture offering your deepest purchase to my willing cock. I run my cock head over and over your labia, then suddenly pressing all the way in making you gasp with a needed feeling of rich thickness deep in you. You wrap your legs like arms around my hips and hug my body to yours as I lay on you and kiss you hard, cupping your breasts in my hands. Without leaving your pussy empty, I arch my back and hold each breast in my hands and kiss and lick your nipples, biting down hard at time, curling your back as mine is.

Imperceptibly, I start to fuck you while my hands and mouth, and lips and tongue play, and touch, and lick, and feel your breasts, shoulders, neck, lips and ears. As my lips, press your lips, my cock swells in your pussy. As my tongue licks your neck, my cock runs in and out between your labia coated with your juices. As my teeth nibble at your ear lobes, the hard shaft of my cock saws over and over your clitoris that was sensitized by my tongue and sends swords of hot pleasure down into your spine and across your flushed face. As my hands joy in the curves of your breasts, my prick rams in and out of you sending ripples across the skin of your stomach and shaking your thighs, taking every breaths in your body and releasing it into gasps of ecstasy. As we kiss in a full embrace, my cock begins to discharge in you.

You feel the spray of heating liquid hit the back of your cunt and fill the recesses of you and fill the deepest places inside your body and you grab my head and press my mouth harder to your lips. You feel the lubricating wetness coat your pussy walls quickening my thrusts as you dig your nails in my back leaving scratch marks on my shoulder blades.