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

King Arthur in the Adventures of Cameltoe (Part 2)

... the scalding of Lancelot’s skin. But I opened my eyes to find his cocking hosing piss over my iron, as well as my feet. “Can’t you at least try and comply?” “I told you, I needed a piss.” “Right, stay there. I’m going to change into new sandals.” Drenched in piss, my sandals squelched while I walked down the corridor. Lancelot was a proud man, and I found it hard to believe he would sacrifice his reputation to bang my wife, especially with him being gay. It just doesn’t add up. I needed help. I noticed that Merlin’s door was ajar. “Merlin?” There was no answer as I pushed open the door. It had been a few years since I had been in Merlin’s quarters and I felt rather curious, plus I might be able to snatch a pair of his sandals. I pinched my nose as I stepped into Merlin’s room. “Now I remember why I stopped accepting his invitations.” Screwed up tissues lay strewn over the floor and naked drawings of woman were pinned to the walls. “Can tell he’s a bachelor.” A pair of familiar underwear sat on his pillow. I picked up a writing quill, and fished up the soiled garment. I arched my neck back as I passed it in front of my face. “Yup, they’re Guin’s alright.”The fabric was laced with semen.“She’s fucking him too.” I shoved the underwear into my pocket for evidence later. Pacing over to Merlin’s desk I noticed his leather bound book of spells lay open. “Let’s see what this fucker has been up to.” The current page was headed, body switching. “Merlin... you rascal.” Chapter 6 ...

... Merlin’s Story My magician’s hat leant to one side. The evening sun melted into the horizon while I zigzagged down one of the seedier streets of Cameltoe. Although I appeared drunk and confused, I knew exactly where I was heading. I stepped into the whore house, but was immediately pushed back onto the street by a big black Rosie. Despite being used to dealing with whores, I found Rosie’s sexual power intimidating... and always left her alone. “What’s wrong?” “You know God damn well what’s wrong, Merlin.” I then remembered what happened with Edith in the woods. “I just like to be original, every magician out there can pull a rabbit from a hat. I’m yet to see one that can pull one out of a vagina.” “Edith was pissing rabbit droppings for a week. If you don’t leave right now, I will make sure you’ll never walk again.” I felt too pissed to argue. “Fine, I’ll go.” My night wasn’t ruined I knew what I had to do. It just meant heading back to home to concoct a special brew from my spell book... and find a willing participant. Potion in hand I searched the shadowy streets looking for the ideal guy to play with. Preferably he had to be asleep so I could find the body again after I was finished. Then it struck me. Berty the night-watchman, he’s the lazy bastard who mans the East Gate... the one person in the town who is as useless as me. I crept up to the gatehouse and peered through the arrow slit. As I expected, Berty was asleep. I tip toed into a gatehouse perfumed by the smell of whisky. ...