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

King Arthur in the Adventures of Cameltoe (Part 2)

... Stood in front of Berty, I necked the vile tasting potion. Not wanting to waste any more fucking time, I puckered up, closed my eyes, and kissed Berty full on the lips. My eyes opened to see a sleeping Merlin sat slumped in the gatekeepers chair. My potion had worked, the body swap had been seamless. Time to party. Back at the whorehouse I knocked on the door and Rosie opened. I nodded, “Evening, Rosie.” “Not seen you for while, Berty,” “I haven’t been feeling myself lately.” “What do you want tonight?” “Let’s see what I can afford.”I sunk my hand into the pocket of my trousers and pulled out Berty’s wallet. I guessed it must have been payday as it weighed a fair bit. “Is Edith around?” “No, she’s on sick leave. It’s me or nothing, I’m afraid.” “You’re going to need a shit load of lube, then.” The bed was covered in cum stains and smelt like unwashed bodies. But I didn’t care as I have fucked in worse. In a rush I threw off my clothes as if they were burning. I then jumped on the sticky bed and waited for my Rosie, who counted my coins. She was the only black woman I had ever seen. I have no idea how the fuck she got here. All I know is that she makes me stiffer than a Viagra test dummy. Feeling the cold air on my skin, I thought I better start wanking my shaft before I lose all hope of getting my wicked way. Rosie then dropped her pink robe. Her coffee skin caused me to rub myself like a boy scout on camp. I broke into a sweat and lessened the pace before I contributed to ...

... the stains on the bed. I couldn’t determine whether Rosie was fat or just muscly. Her shoulders were as broad as a bricklayer’s and she possessed a pair of thighs that were beefier than a heifer’s arse. She smiled as she placed the money in a safe box. “Time for me to make you wish you were never born.” “What did you say?” “You heard.” “Not the usual dirty talk, Rosie.” “I’m pissed off today, Merlin the magician put my highest earner out of order, so I’m not loving men right now.” I froze. What the fuck had I got myself into? “But... I’m not Merlin.” “Wrong place at the wrong time, Bert.” “I’ve been hit by a woman... on many occasions. But Rosie is a giant. Shove a green wig over her afro and she’d pass for an oak tree. So being told that she is going to make me wish I had never been born... Well, made me kinda wish I had penned my will and final testimony. Still, what a way to go out? Come on, better than a failing liver, which was my only alternative. Now, I know Guinevere has a reputation for owning a nice set of tits. But compare her to Rosie, and poor Guinevere could hide two beer kegs under her top and still appear as flat chested as a ballerina with an eating disorder. Rosie jumped on the end of the bed, catapulting me into mid air. She then caught me before I hit the mattress. Wrapping me in her cushioned arms, she began crushing me like a repossessed cart. My face was firmly planted within Rosie’s tit valley. I sunk right down there like a butt plug in a greased up ...