One beautiful spring morning, Queen Gloria set out in her coach with a driver and two footmen. It would be a full day’s ride, so they were well supplied with baskets of food and small casks of good local wine.
They drove along quietly for several hours, but even though the coach was well sprung, Gloria was soon sore and annoyed with her confinement. She decided that she would put up with the bumpy ride only so long, so even before the sun was directly overhead, Queen Gloria motioned to one of her footmen who rode alongside the coach.
“Paul,” Gloria said, “I know a lovely spot to stop for lunch. Tell Mark to look for a small roadway on the right, just after that stand of trees ahead. At the end of the road, there’s a lovely meadow with a stream running through it.”
“Yes, my lady,” the footman said. As he galloped forward, Gloria gazed at his strong thighs hugging his horse’s sides. He’s a very attractive young man, she thought. Very attractive indeed. She put her pinky in her mouth and sucked it as she wondered, I couldn’t, could I?
A few moments later, the coach pulled off the main road and bumped down a rutted dirt path. The pounding of the coach cushions against her sore bottom convinced her. What good is being queen if I can’t have a bit of fun? she thought.
The coach pulled to a stop and the footmen dismounted. Paul and Mark, the driver, got the heavy hamper from under the driver’s seat while Tom, the other footman, opened the carriage door and helped Gloria down from the coach.
For the first time, Queen Gloria took a careful look at her retinue. Tom was not overly tall and he had a small, slender frame, blond hair, light eyes, and a quick smile that caused twin dimples to appear in his cheeks.
Paul was dark and tall. He had broad shoulders, wide hips, and a slender waist, which complimented them. His mustache was as dark as his shoulder-length hair, which was cut with bangs across his severe forehead. His eyes were dark, his nose straight. He’s really rather handsome, Gloria thought.
Then there was Mark, the driver. His hair was brown and shaggy, like the coats of his horses. As the three men spread a large cloth for her to sit on, Queen Gloria noticed that Mark’s hands were tremendous, calloused, and rough. His hands are so big, but they look so gentle in spite of their size, she thought. It’s amazing that I’ve taken these men for granted for so long.
The three men set out the queen’s meal and then laid out some food for themselves a few feet away.
“I am going to be very lonely if I sit here by myself,” she said as she settled herself gracefully on the cloth. “Why don’t you sit with me?” she asked.
“We couldn’t do that,” Paul said. “It wouldn’t be proper.”
“It might not be proper,” the queen said, “but it’s my command. And it would be less proper to disobey your queen.”
“No ma’am. It would not be possible for us to disobey a royal command,” the three said as they brought their meal over.
The men, dressed in their sparkling purple and gold uniforms, settled themselves on the cloth. Slowly, they got over their uneasiness and soon the four were enjoying a good time, laughing and talking. When they had finished the first small cask of wine, Gloria had the men open a second one. As the wine was consumed, the conversation got more spirited.
“Your Majesty has a good sense of humor,” Tom said.
“I wish you would stop calling me Your Majesty,” Gloria said. “My name is Gloria. I would like you to use it, if only for this afternoon.”
“Yes, Your Majesty,” Tom said. Gloria frowned. Paul cleared his throat. “I mean yes, Gloria,” he said.
A wide smile lit Gloria’s face. “That’s better.” The three men appreciated what her smile did for her good looks.
As they finished the second cask of wine in the warm sun, the men started to look exceedingly uncomfortable in their hot uniforms. “Why don’t you remove your jackets,” Queen Gloria suggested.
“It would not be proper, Your Highness,” Paul said.
“It most certainly would,” Gloria said, “because I say so.”
“But Gloria,” Paul continued, “we don’t have shirts on. These jackets are too tight to allow us to wear anything underneath.”
“I’ve seen men before,” Queen Gloria said. “I don’t want to arrive at my parents’ castle with sweaty attendants. If I say it’s all right, it is, and that’s all there is to that.”
Without any delay, the three men removed their jackets. Queen Gloria spent long minutes just appreciating their beauty. Paul was hairless, but his upper body was well muscled; straight blond hair covered Tom’s well-developed chest; while Mark had heavy curly black hair on his chest, and huge shoulders.
“I guess you have those muscles from driving my horses all day,” Gloria said, unable to tear her eyes away from Mark’s body.
“I guess so,” Mark said.
“You don’t talk much, either, do you, Mark?”
“I guess I prefer talking to horses.”
Queen Gloria smiled. “Are horses as beautiful as I am?” Gloria reached up and pulled out the scarf that had held her long blond hair. It spilled in waves across her shoulders and down the front of her gown.
“No ma’am,” Mark said. “No one is as beautiful as you are.”
Paul and Tom also were looking at her, not as their beautiful queen, but as a beautiful woman. Her face was small and perfectly oval and her eyes were green like summer grass. Her lips were full and each man yearned to be the one to kiss them.
“The king isn’t around much anymore,” Gloria said, “and I’m very lonely.”
“Oh no, ma’am,” the men said. “You shouldn’t ever be lonely.”
Gloria pulled off her satin slippers and her white silk stockings. “I guess loneliness is just one of those burdens a queen must bear,” she said with a sigh.
After a moment, she said, “I have an idea. Why don’t you remove your boots and wade in the stream with me. The cool water would feel so good, wouldn’t it?”
“Do you think it would be proper?” Paul said.
“If you ask if something is proper one more time,” she said with mock severity, “I’ll scream. Remember this. I am the queen and whatever I do is proper. Anyway, I think it would be wonderful and cool.”
Without second thoughts, the three men removed their heavy leather boots and their stockings. Dressed just in their tight uniform pants, they walked down toward the stream.
“I’ll be there in a moment,” Gloria said.
Quickly, she removed her heavy gown and her three petticoats. Dressed just in her camisole and pantaloons, Gloria walked down to the stream. The neckline of the camisole was low and the front was held together by three light blue ribbons. Her outfit left little to the imagination.
When the men saw her, they gasped. Her full breasts were clearly outlined and the dark brown nipples showed plainly.
“Let’s wade in the cool water,” Gloria said, laughing as she enjoyed the way the three men looked at her. She squealed as her feet touched the icy water, but she waded out into the middle of the stream by gingerly stepping on the mossy rocks.
“The rocks feel so soft and smooth under my feet,” she said. “I love to stroke the soles of my feet on their fuzzy surfaces.”
The three men didn’t move. They continued to watch her every move, unable to take their eyes off her.
Queen Gloria put her foot on a round stone and then deliberately slid it off the far side. With a splash, she tumbled into the water. The three men ran to her rescue, slipping and sliding across the mossy stones. By the time they reached her, the front of her camisole was soaked, as were her white cotton pantaloons. The fabric clung to her small breasts and her mound was clearly visible. Each of the men reached out to help her up.
Gloria reached out to take the closest hand and gazed at the bulges, clearly visible through the men’s tight, wet pants.
She pulled herself up and leaned against Mark’s chest, her breasts pressing against him. She tipped her head back and gaze
d into his eyes. “Thank you for saving me,” she whispered. Then she pressed her lips against his mouth until he couldn’t help but respond. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her deeply.
“Let’s sit on the bank,” she suggested as she pulled away. “You three must take off those pants. You’re all soaked and must dry before we leave here.”
When they reached the bank, Gloria reached out and pulled the front of Paul’s pants open. He blushed as his erect penis sprang forth.
“You shouldn’t be embarrassed. Your body is very beautiful.” Gloria wrapped her hand around his engorged cock. “A very beautiful body,” she murmured.
She turned and helped Tom remove his pants while Mark pulled his own off. “I’ll have to help all of you get dry,” Gloria said with a large grin.
“But, my lady,” Tom said.
Gloria silenced him. “I am your queen and it is your duty to serve me. Right now, we all know how you can best serve me.”
“Yes, Gloria,” the three said.
Gloria knelt down on the grass and took Paul’s large cock in her mouth. It was cool from the cold water and tasted particularly good in her hot mouth. Gloria looked up at his face. His eyes were closed and his mouth was open. His breathing was rapid and she knew he was ready to come. She was no novice at this form of entertainment and she loved how quickly the sensations she created drove Paul to the brink of orgasm.
As she felt Paul’s muscles tense, she pulled back and flicked her tongue over the tip of his stiff penis. She wrapped her index finger and thumb tightly around the base of Paul’s engorged cock to keep him from coming too quickly.
She turned to Mark, who stood and silently watched what she did. He was already partly erect, but as Gloria wrapped her hand around Mark’s penis, it grew hard in her hand and moved as though it had a life of its own.
“How smooth your skin is,” she said. “How big and hungry.”
“Oh yes” was all he managed to say.
She lay back on the soft grass and spread her white thighs. She looked into Mark’s eyes and smiled. “You know what I want you to do, don’t you?”
Mark lost no time. He lay down between Queen Gloria’s long legs and licked at her pussy, it was inflamed and wet and Mark licked up her salty juices.
“Kneel down,” she said to the other two. One knelt on each side of her while Mark continued lapping at her cunt. She felt the tip of his tongue tickle her clit as her left hand found Tom’s cock and her right found Paul’s. She pulled and squeezed at the two penises, one short and thick, one long and slender. She reached underneath their bodies and stroked their balls.
Mark was driving her mad with his tongue, lapping and sucking like an expert.
“We mustn’t fuck,” Queen Gloria said hoarsely. “The king might find out.”
“I think we can enjoy ourselves without fucking,” Paul said as he tried to hold back his climax.
Mark was teasing her, forcing her closer and closer to orgasm. “I want you two to come with me,” Gloria said. She threw her head back and tried to concentrate on her hands and Mark’s tongue, all at the same time. She felt the heat boil in her belly and flow into her cunt and thighs.
“Right now!” she screamed as the tension burst and she came.
As she said now, Tom and Paul let loose their spurts of come, gobs of thick cream falling on Gloria’s arms and chest.
After a few minutes, Mark crawled up beside Gloria and used a soft napkin to clean her off gently.
“It’s your turn,” she said to Mark when he was through.
Queen Gloria got on her knees and took Mark’s cock in her mouth. Skillfully, she licked and sucked. She took her hand and stroked his balls until he was more excited than he had ever been.
Gloria pulled him out of her mouth just long enough to say, “Come in my mouth. I want to swallow every drop.”
She wrapped her lips tightly around the base of his cock. Then, her lips still tight, she pulled back and sucked him in. It was like the tightest pussy he had ever felt. He came, spurting down her throat, and she swallowed every drop.
From then on, Queen Gloria and her servants made the trip to her parents’ castle often. Everyone in the kingdom marveled at the loyalty of her entourage.
Eventually, the king died. Everyone in the kingdom expected the dowager queen to wed quickly, but she surprised everyone by remaining unmarried. However, she never lacked for sexual gratification, not with so many handsome uniformed men pledged to serve her in whatever way she wanted.
THE SULTAN
Once upon a time, there was a sultan named Jamid. He was the undisputed ruler of a large kingdom that stretched into the desert in every direction as far as the eye could see.
The sultan was a man of thirty-five with straight almost-black hair and eyes that were so dark that the pupils couldn’t be distinguished from the irises. His face and body were tanned to a dark chocolate brown. Fine straight hair covered his chest and arms.
When he sat on his throne, as he did now, he was the absolute master of everyone in the kingdom. He could order great riches or death with a wave of his hand.
He glared down at his grand vizier and tapped his restless fingers. “What are you bothering me with now?”
“The emissary from Persia is here, Your Majesty, and he says he has brought gifts.”
The sultan merely nodded and the vizier scurried off to escort the emissary into the sultan’s presence.
Moments later, the emissary entered and bowed low.
The sultan lounged on his throne, dressed in a blue and silver robe with full blue trousers and black boots underneath. He waved his hand and the emissary rose. “Yes, yes,” the sultan said. “Get on with it.”
“Your Highness,” the emissary said, “I have brought you tribute from Persia, wondrous things to delight you.” He clapped his hands twice.
Four slaves walked slowly into the room and each carried a large reed basket. The emissary spread an intricately woven Persian rug at the feet of the sultan. One at a time, three of the slaves opened their baskets and poured precious stones onto the carpet. Soon there was a large heap of diamonds, emeralds, and rubies, along with peridots, opals, and crystals of every color and shape.
The fourth slave bowed at the feet of the emissary and opened his basket. The emissary, like a magician, withdrew lengths of silk of every color and swirled them onto the floor over the jewels.
“That’s nice,” the sultan said. “Thank the King of Persia for me.”
“But that’s not all,” the emissary said. “I have one more gift for you, more precious far than all these.” He waved his hand over the jewels, then clapped three times.
The four slaves left the room and returned holding a curtain made of bloodred silk, woven with silver threads. They walked toward the throne and when they got near the sultan, they swept the curtain aside to reveal a tiny figure covered with silken veils of every hue.
“For your pleasure, Your Highness,” the emissary said.
One by one, he began to remove the veils, until the tiny figure was covered, head to foot, only in a veil of pure spun silver.
“You may want to have the rest of your court leave, Your Highness, so only your eyes will behold the beauty I have brought you,” the emissary said.
The sultan made a tiny nod and the vizier herded everyone out of the throne room. When the sultan, the vizier, and the emissary were alone with the tiny figure, the emissary dramatically removed the silver veil. The lower half of the virgin’s face was covered with a tiny veil of pure gold, but otherwise she was naked.
The sultan sat up and looked her over carefully. Her skin was a flawless light beige that had never seen the light of the sun. Her breasts were small, ripe globes of tempting flesh. Her hips were narrow and her legs were long and magnificently shaped. Between her legs, her hair had been shaved to reveal her pouting lips.
She stood absolutely still except for her hands, which trembled at her sides.
“I want to
see her face,” the sultan said as his eyes roamed the virgin’s body.
The virgin’s head had been respectfully lowered, so the emissary raised her face to the sultan. Then, in one swift motion, he removed the last veil. The woman’s eyes were downcast, but the sultan could see that they were blue, a very unusual color in his country. Her hair was golden and fell in long waves down her back. Her face was as beautiful as her body.
“Look at me,” the sultan said.
The woman’s eyes remained focused on the floor.
“She has never known any home but the woman’s quarters of the palace in Persia, Your Highness,” the emissary explained. “We have brought her here for you innocent. She was prepared for your entry by a eunuch several years ago, but she has never been taught the arts of love. We thought that you might enjoy teaching her yourself.”
“What is your name?” the sultan asked.
“My name is Serena, Highness,” she said, her voice barely audible.
“Do you want to serve me?” the sultan asked.
“Oh yes, Your Highness.”
“Are you afraid of me?”
She hesitated, then decided to tell him the truth. “Yes, Your Highness.”
The sultan roared with laughter. “At least you’re honest. Look at me!” he commanded.
Serena raised her eyes and looked at the sultan for the first time. There was both fear and excitement in her gaze.
The sultan smiled, it would be a great pleasure to show her his power and then teach her about love.
“She is pure?” the sultan asked.
“Yes, Your Highness. She is completely innocent in the ways of love. I hope she pleases you.”
“She will.” The sultan turned to his vizier. “Take her to the woman’s quarters and prepare her. Then bring her to me tonight.”
“Yes, Your Highness.”
That evening, Serena was brought to the sultan’s rooms naked. She was surprised that she and the sultan were not alone. Four male slaves stood next to the sultan, and across the room two girls looked at her and whispered. Everyone was as naked as she was.
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