King Arthur in the Adventures of Cameltoe (Part 2) - Sex Stories

King Arthur in the Adventures of Cameltoe (Part 2)

... naked, and I was wearing only my boxer shorts. Being a king, I always thought that torturing would come natural. But like a virgin schoolboy laying next to a beautiful woman, I suddenly realised I had no idea what to do.“I bet you regret getting a shitty dick now, don’t you?” “I have never come close to puncturing Guinevere’s rectum.” “We’ll soon find out.” “Arthur?” I folded my arms. “What is it?” “Sorry to be a pain, but I need a piss.” “Fuck sake, Lance.” “Please.” I pulled off my glove. “You’re just going to have to keep it in until I’m finished.” “Hurry up then.” “Right... Did you, or did you not sleep with Guin.” “Like I said before, no.” “I don’t believe you.”I guessed now would have been a good time to hit him. So holding my chainmail gauntlet I smashed it across Lancelot’s cock. “You’re a liar.” His squeals delighted me. “I’m not.” To my amazement his cock began to grow... and grow. As if I was a tennis champ returning to serve on centre court, I gave his cock and balls a mighty back handed swipe. But to my disbelief Lancelot’s cock now had serious girth. “What the fuck Lance?” “Hit me again. Come you pussy.” I didn’t really want to hit it again in case it decided to bite. I picked up a cat and nine tails whip. At least I could strike from distance. “Not smiling now are you?” “Dude, you have to turn me around for that.” “It that what Guin told you?” “I didn’t slip her one. Someone else ploughed her backfield.” “Guin told me herself. I didn’t even have to threaten ...

... her.” “She’s mistaken.” “Lance, that woman can see bread crumbs on the carpet from fifty yards. Believe me, if she says it’s you, then it’s you.” I couldn’t be arsed turning Lancelot around. I leaned back and whipped him across his bare chest. Lancelot’s cries reverberated around the stone walls. The red welts quickly surfaced from his right peck to the left hip. He sobbed like a young child sat on the naughty step. I suddenly realised that punishing your friend is never nice, not even when he had fucked your missus. My heart bled as I listened to his tearful whimpers.“What do you have to say?” “It wasn’t me, I swear.” “Fuck me, Lance. Even if it wasn’t, just say so, and I’ll let you go. I’m tired and just want to go to bed.” “It wasn’t me.” Pissed off at Lancelot’s stubbornness, I placed the whip back into the cupboard. Torture is a results business and I needed a quick finish. I picked up a branding iron and smiled at Lance and shoved the iron in the hot coals. “You have one last chance.” “You can’t brand me with a red hot poker?” “You should have thought that before doing the same to my wife.” “At first you might appear to be a shit torturer, but your innuendos are fucking painful to listen too.” Holding the glowing iron with two hands, I carefully turned towards a worried Lancelot. “Right, last chance, did you sleep with Guin?” “No.” “Sorry Lance.” I closed my eyes and stepped forward. A cloud of searing steam erupted into my face. My first thought was that it must have been ...