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

King Arthur in the Adventures of Cameltoe (Part 1)

... weighed his fleshy acorns in my hand, they felt soft like balls of bread dough. Suddenly Lance threw me off his cock. Saliva shot all over the place. “Actually, sod the balls, get on the bed.” “What?” “I said get on bed, are you deaf..?” Lance climbed to the bed and lay on his back. “Continue with your sucking, while you straddle my face, I’m going to clean you like a gynaecologist.” “What’s one of them?” “Something Merlin told me once... Some lucky bastard in the future who gets paid to play with naughty bits all day. All legal too, apparently.” I couldn’t hide my smile as I straddled Lance’s face. With a mouthful of cock, I winced as he slapped my arse. The stinging pain made me play with the thought of giving a tiny bite. But he then began covering my arse with soothing kisses. Lance then grabbed my hips and began rubbing his face against my pussy. Feeling a little self conscious I tried to raise my pelvis, but he pulled me back down. Intoxicated with lust, I paused from the sucking to enjoy the sensation of his tongue licking my inner thigh. “That’s wonderful, Lance.” I then begin to quiver as his tongue began to circle my pussy. My head lunged forward from a slap of his hand. “Keep sucking, Slut.” I did as I was told, and soon was gorging myself on Lance’s saliva covered cock. Although I wanted nothing more than to concentrate on my own enjoyment, I wanted to show him how good a lover I could be. Suddenly I felt a short pain inside my bottom. Feeling immense discomfort I ...

... screeched and raised my head from his cock. But Lance’s hand brought my back down on his dick, and kept me there. As his licking of my pussy continued, I guessed it must have been his finger fucking my arse. My sphincter pulsed around his knuckles, doing its best not to let go. All I could do was take it. Suddenly Lance’s two hands shoved me on my arse, and I was thrown from his cock on to the mattress. Face down on the bed, I cringed as Lance spat on my backside, obviously prepping me for anal. “Spitting is a dirty habit.” “You think that’s dirty, just wait and see what I have in store for you.” “What’s wrong with my vagina?” “It’s not your arse.” Lance climbed on top of me and pushed his wet cock up and down my arse crack. I shuddered every time I felt his knob passed over my small tiny buttonhole. My heart stopped beating at feeling his bulbous dick poised at the arsehole. Lance then tentatively pushed forward. Gritting my teeth I did my best not to scream as I knew Arthur lay sleeping in the next room. Pushing my face into a pillow, I let out a subdued scream. I dug my fingernails into the mattress as I succumbed to his dominant cock. My body was frozen by the intense pain. I began to regret my decision as I felt him sink deeper inside. My pain threshold was broken and I repeatedly began to slap my hand on the bed as a sign of my discomfort. Yet pride would not allow me call for him to stop. Lance was obviously having a whale of a time while he punished me from behind. I ...