I. The Savage And The Queen - Sex Stories

I. The Savage And The Queen

... what I was doing: I had never received oral, let alone give it to another girl, but I knew I wanted to worship this woman's body. My tongue hungrily danced inside her slit, gulping all the juice of her wet little cunt, till she put her hand on my head, guiding me to the correct spot. I was a quick learner, and she soon started moaning. Encouraged by this, I got a bit overexcited and she had to reposition me, but I made up for it by adding two fingers inside her to assist my licking, to which she responded with louder moans and an arching of her back.

She grabbed me by the hair and pushed her cunt harder against my mouth, as I tried to show my dedication and keep her orgasming for as long as I could. When she was done cumming, I slowly kissed my way to her neck, stopping to tase her ridiculously round breasts. She was the opposite of me. Fit, curvy, impeccable. Her stomach was really tight - I reminded myself this wasn't just the Queen's whorehouse; they were trained to fight, and do who knows what else.

As I was on top of her, just enjoying the feel of her tongue in my mouth, she started sliding under me, till I was sitting on her face. She knew how to do that better than I did, that much was obvious. As she spread my pussy open with her hands and devoured me, I found myself making sounds of pleasure that I didn't recognise as coming from my mouth. Suddenly she slipped from under me and pinned me down. Her hands grabbed pulled my ass cheeks apart and I felt her ...

... licking my hole, to which I responded with a most undignified groan.

The Queen's story was still in my head, and in that half-crazed state, I made up my mind.

"I want you to fuck me in the ass," I told Anassa.

"Are you sure?" she asked.

"I want you to fuck me," I repeated. "My cunt is still sore from yesterday, so take my ass. Please."

It seemed only reasonable. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew I would be even less able to walk the next few days, but we would be on the road and the Queen wouldn't need me. By the time she did, and I had access to this sex-tent's privileges again, I should be back to being fuckable.

She didn't need another invitation. Anassa picked up a strap-on - a smaller one than the one Vandira had shown me, thankfully - and a bottle from a chest nearby and applied most of it on, and in, my ass. When she pushed her way inside me I let out a half-scream - half-moan, but I told her to continue. As her slow thrusts continued, she leaned over me, and I could hear her heavy breathing in my ear, driving me crazy.

At first, I fantasised it was the Queen taking me, but the more Anassa fucked me, the more this fantasy faded - she did it slowly and caringly, while I suspected that if Vandira ever got behind me like that, she would just destroy me and leave me there.

I felt her hair brushing against my neck and her heavy breasts on my back as she whispered, "I want you to cum for me, love. I want you to cum as I pound your tight little ...