Vixen and Queen Alice - Sex Stories

Vixen and Queen Alice

No-one in the whole blessed kingdom knows I writes. They think me simple, just because I don’t talk. Don’t make me dumb though. My Lady, my best friend, she taught me her learnings as we grew up, though God knows it’s against the law. Teaching your handmaid anything other than how to set a curl or drape a gown. My Lady named me. Vixen. On account of my russet pelt and wily ways. Though most think it’s a joke. My mistress is Lady Alice. Queen Alice since the king came by and took our village. Took a fancy to my golden Lady and all. Pointed. Nodded. She was his. Just like that. Since we moved here, to the palace no less, I thought it prudent to keep a note on what I see and hear. Which is a lot. No-one holds their tongue around a pretty simpleton. God knows it might come to use. I sing and all. Words don’t come out but give me a tune and I’ll sing tears to your eyes. Mistress begs me sing when I bathe her. Both of us in the tub is how she likes it, girls together. Which is what I was doing when the goodly knight came through the window, finger to his mouth as if to hold me to a secret. Oh dear, what a day. Alice didn’t see him, he was behind her, so she stands out the water in this great gold bath, all clean and done, brassy as you like. No idea the gentleman bruiser is wolfing up her cheeky rear. Now you might wonder why we weren’t screaming like peacocks at this intrusion, and I’ll keep you wondering for a bit because what happened next was a lot more exciting. I go to stand ...

... up with m’Lady, wrap her in a gown, but she puts her hands lightly on my shoulders, keeping me kneeling at her feet. Ever so slightly, she leans her hips toward me. I don’t want you making any rash judgements. My Lady and I, we are very, very good friends and it is my duty to serve. We been playing these naughty games since we were, I dunno, old enough for games to get naughty. I know what the signal means. She is all nervous and smirky because sometimes I ain’t in the mood and she don’t like to force it on me or nothing. Truth is, most times I love it. Her sweet flower. And today I thought, sod it. Our guest could like it or… umm… lump it. So, I dipped to my duty and did the best of my worst with the tippety-tip of my wicked tongue. The geezer behind leant against the window frame, biting his fist and smiling fit to burst. Lucky sod got quite a show – I can tell you – and Queen Alice weren’t in no hurry, stroking my hair and cooing at me like a favoured pet. She even put a foot up on the edge of the bath, all indecent-like. Then suddenly she barks over her shoulder. “Oh come and help. Buffoon.” She knew he was there, too! Cheeky cow. The knight bolted over - he must obey his queen –dropping to his knee beside the bath, but still behind her. Next thing I knew, my tongue had competition between my Lady’s legs! One front, one back. What a day. I will leave that picture in your head for a bit, and colour in the background. You see, we are in quite a fix, mistress and me. We all ...