King Arthur in the Adventures of Cameltoe (Part 1) - Sex Stories

King Arthur in the Adventures of Cameltoe (Part 1)

... nodded. “Don’t worry, you can fuck me in my arse.” “No, you’ve clearly been drinking. Now go to bed.” “But so have you... we can call it a one night stand. I promise not to bother you again.” “Goodnight, my sweetness.” I watched in horror while Lance walked out of the room. As the door clicked shut, I felt embarrassed... and abandoned. I hung my head while sitting on the edge of the marital bed. Tears trickled down my cheeks. My whimpers were drowned out by Arthur’s drunken snores. Embarrassed and feeling rejected, I felt finished. I could not bear this heart of sadness. Consumed by darkness, I did not care to see the light of day. In silence I climbed from the bed. The cold stone tiles chilled my feet as I walked to the window. I pulled back the heavy tapestry and looked out onto the battlements. Resting my hands on the ledge, I pulled myself up onto the ledge. Suddenly I heard footsteps from behind the bedroom door. Maybe it was a reprieve from my despair. I whispered, “Who’s that?” “Guin? You still up?” In an instant the sadness lifted. “Lance?” “Want to be treated like a rent boy?” “Oh, yes.” I climbed down from the window and tip toed across the bedroom. Wearing a smile, I opened the bedroom door and stepped out into the arms of Lance. “You came back to save me, Lance.” “I’m going to do more than just save you.” Hand in hand, Lance led me to his bedroom, and closed the door behind us. The shadowy room was lit by a small candelabrum. Everything was just how I dreamt, I ...

... was about to make love to a real man. Lance’s broad tongue moved tentatively into my mouth. He nibbled my lip, which excited me and caused my nipples to stiffen. I felt my clit swell and I whimpered and moaned while his hands groped my bottom cheeks from under my robe. I shuddered as his finger brushed over my anus. “Oi, cheeky.” I reached for Lance who retreated. “Sorry... it’s a habit of mine.” “Don’t be silly. Do what you want.” We continued to act like randy youngsters. In between our groans of passion we chuckled and laughed. Going for goal, I grabbed his pulsating cock through his trousers. Feeling his dick throbbing in my hand made me smile deep from within. “You want me, don’t you?” Lance grabbed both my wrists and pushed me hard against the door, then forced his lips on mine. I struggled to breath, and pushed him back to gasp for air. Panting like a sprinting deer, I felt energized like never before... I felt reborn. The knowledge that I could make Lance as crazy as he made me, justified the betrayal of Arthur. Lance’s tender lips were massaging my ear, his harsh breathing driving me towards a premature orgasm. Feeling his stiff cock rubbing against stomach gave me a preview of what was to come. Lance let go of me, and stepped back. He reached forward and pulled at the belt of my night robe, letting it fall open and exposed my naked flesh. “Get on your knees, bitch.” “That’s no way to talk to a queen.” Lance placed a heavy hand on my shoulder and pushed me to my knees. ...