by Emily Vixen
Her sizeable chest heaved with every breath, panting and screaming into her hand as she used the dildo to fuck herself mercilessly. After having orgasmed once it wasn't long until she felt a second one approaching. This was going to be it. This was what she needed to satisfy herself. She bit into her hand to ensure she remained as silent as possible and moved the dildo in and out of her pussy as rapidly as she could manage. She stifled a scream of ecstasy as she hit her second orgasm, her entire body quivering with pleasure and as she was overwhelmed with the pleasurable sensation. She continued to twitch and shudder for a few moments before finally calming down, collapsing heavily against the floor and releasing the dildo. It slipped out of her pussy, laying in a little pool of her cum as it continued to drip out of her.
She didn't move for a few minutes. She couldn't. She was simply too overwhelmed by the pleasure that had consumed her. All she could manage to do was lay back and breathe heavily, her cheeks flushed pink with exertion as she slowly began to recover her energy.
“...wow,” she said quietly, her voice almost breaking. She had already started growing accustomed to trying to silence herself and even speaking quietly seemed deafeningly loud. She could still feel her heart thundering with excitement as she struggled to her feet and slipped her underwear back on under her dress. Although she was relieved that she hadn't been caught, a part of her was almost disappointed. Although she doubted that things would have ended well for her she still couldn't help but wish that the queen had returned early and witnessed her masturbating. It had been fun anyway but it would have been even better with an audience, especially if that audience had been a beautiful woman like the queen.
Faith shook her head to clear away the thoughts. Now wasn't the time for that. She needed to get back to work. She gave the dildo a quick wipe over in order to clean it before stashing it back where she had found it. After that she had intended to simply leave, only to realise at the last moment that she still hadn't removed all of the evidence of her misbehaviour. It was a wonder she had almost missed it, considering what an eyesore the huge puddle of wetness in the middle of the room was. She quickly set about cleaning that up as well, all the while unable to wipe away the growing blush on her cheeks. It was embarrassing yet somehow enjoyable. It was unusual for her to be so embarrassed and the peculiar experience was almost fun, if not a little arousing. No, that wasn't good. She had to ignore that. She had already had her fun. She couldn't give in to temptation and get carried away doing such a thing again. She had been lucky to avoid being caught the first time. Risking doing it a second time was just asking for trouble.
Once she had finished cleaning up, Faith gave the room a final once-over before giving it her final seal of approval. She left the room and tried not to think too much about what she had done in there. That was a thought she needed to lock away for the time being and only recall when she was alone and could thoroughly enjoy herself while imagining re-creating the experience. Of course, it wasn't as if it was the last time she would be in the queen's chamber alone. Perhaps it wouldn't have to be the last time she did such a thing. The thought already had her squirming with pleasure. She tried her best to push the dirty thoughts away, at least until she could give them proper attention later that night, and moved swiftly on to finish her duties for the day.
When night finally fell, and Faith was settled down in her own room, she was still having trouble forgetting what had happened that day. The thought alone was getting her wet. She had eagerly stripped down and changed into her nightgown, preparing to pleasure herself to the thought, only to be interrupted by a firm knocking at her door. She hesitated for a moment and made sure to disguise her irritation before rushing over to answer it. She eased the door open and peered around it warily.
“Yes?” she asked, doing her best to appear calm and helpful despite her annoyance at being interrupted.
“Apologies, miss,” said the servant at her door, “but the queen has asked you to see her in her chambers.”
“I...now?” Faith asked, her heart racing. It was unlike the queen to request her so late at night. Why now? Why today? Had she left some evidence behind? Was she in trouble? Would it turn out to be completely unrelated? Perhaps her dream would finally come true and the queen would ask her to join her in bed.
“Immediately, miss,” the servant confirmed.
“Ah, right, of course. I'll go right away. Thank you for informing me.”
“Not a problem.” The servant bowed and quickly excused himself, returning to whatever other duties he might have. Faith watched him go for a moment and considered how to proceed. Ideally she would have dressed again first but she didn't want to keep the queen waiting. Instead she stepped out of her room and moved swiftly through the halls in only her night gown. It was thick enough to keep her warm and to keep her decent, though all the same she hoped she didn't run into too many people. She didn't want everybody seeing her in her bedclothes, after all.
A few minutes later, she arrived at the queen's room. She took a few deep breaths to calm her nerves before reaching out and gently knocking on the door.
“Your Majesty?” she called out. “I believe you requested my presence?”
“Faith. Good. Enter.” The queen's voice was stern and powerful as ever, though that didn't really tell Faith anything about her mood. She always seemed to sound that way. All she could do was follow the order and let herself in, closing the door behind her before bowing to the queen.
“I came immediately, Your Majesty. Did you have need of me?” she asked.
“I have something I need to discuss with you. Stand up.” Queen Summer watched as Faith got to her feet and lifted her head. She immediately saw the recognition in her eyes when she spotted what the queen was holding in her hand – a dildo, still slightly wet. “Do you know what this is?” she asked.
“I, uh...I believe it is a marital aid, Your Majesty,” said Faith, trying and failing to hide her nerves. “F-forgive me, I am just...a little surprised to see you holding such a thing.” It wasn't a perfect lie but she hoped it would go some way to explaining her peculiar response.
“Is that so?” Summer asked. “I thought you might be familiar with. You are, after all, the only other person with regular access to my chambers.”
“Sorry, Your Majesty, I don't understand. What are you saying?”
“I am saying that you, Faith, might know why I discovered that this dildo was already damp when I took it out to make use of it.” The queen was not at all embarrassed when she discussed her plans for the night. She was entirely comfortable holding out the dildo and discussing it with her.
“I, er, I haven't...seen it before, Your Majesty, so I am afraid I couldn't say.”
“Is that so?” Queen Summer looked at her suspiciously for a moment before standing from her bed. She had already changed into her nightclothes, though they were much thinner and silkier than Faith's. In the right lighting it was almost possible to see her bare flesh through the thin clothing. “If you won't admit to this on your own then I suppose I will have to investigate further. Lie down on the bed,” Summer instructed her.
“Uh...of course, Your Majesty.” Faith didn't argue and did as she was told, trying to ignore the excitement that was building inside of her.
“Lift your dress. I need to be able to see your vagina.” The words alone had Faith shuddering with pleasure. She eagerly did as she was told and hitched up her nightdress, exposing her obviously wet cunt to her queen.
“Is there a particular reason, Your Majesty?” Faith asked, already breathless with lust.
“As I said, I need to investigate further. I am going to compare tastes.” Summer lifted the dildo to her lips and slipped it into her mouth, making a show of running her tongue along the shaft and lapping up the wetness there. Faith was fidgeting on the bed, desperately wishing that the queen's tongue was working on her rather than the dildo. Soon enough she got her wish. Summer leaned down and brought her head between the woman's legs,
starting to lick at her pussy, lapping up her juices and tasting her cunt. Faith gasped and moaned with pleasure, loving every moment of the queen's attention.
Queen Summer's tongue moved expertly, trailing up and down along Faith's slit before beginning to flick back and forth over her swollen clit. Faith tried not to make too much noise but it was impossible to be entirely silent. This was something she had wanted for a long time, after all. She had got herself off countless times while thinking about doing such things with the queen, and although she was a little concerned about being found out after her earlier misbehaviour in the queen's room she couldn't think of that right now. All she could think of was how good it felt. Her cunt was twitching with pleasure and it took all of her self-control not to thrust forward and push her pussy into the queen's face and beg her for more.
After tasting her for a few moments, the queen finally pulled away. She made a show of looking at Faith's exposed crotch, which again turned her on tremendously, even after the thrill of receiving the queen's expert oral skills. The queen licked her lips thoughtfully before finally lifting her eyes to meet Faith's.
“I believe I've caught you red-handed, Faith,” she said calmly before lifting her hand and showing her the dildo again. “Though of course, I could always try putting this inside of you and tasting it from here to be certain.”
“Ah...! W-whatever you feel is necessary, Your Majesty,” Faith said breathlessly, her arousal making it difficult to maintain her usual professional demeanour. Then again, it was difficult for anyone to appear professional with their night-dress hitched up and their bare cunt on show.
“I am glad to see you are as accommodating as ever, at least,” Summer said, a brief smile crossing her lips. She moved her hand and pushed the dildo against Faith's cunt, gently easing it in. It wasn't difficult. She was already incredibly wet and her pussy easily opened, eager to accept the offering as it split her cunt open. She gasped and moaned softly, wriggling her hips, unable to hide the fact that she wanted it even deeper inside of her.
Despite her body's begging, the queen only put it inside her once. After that she pulled the dildo out again and brought it to her lips, letting Faith watch as she put it in her mouth. She sucked on it for a a moment or two, tasting Faith's wetness and licking every last inch of it. Faith felt as if she could cum merely from watching.
“As I thought,” Queen Summer said when she finally pulled the dildo out of her mouth again. “It tastes just the same as it did earlier. Are you prepared to admit to what you've done?” the queen asked, setting the dildo down to one side.
“I...y-yes, Your Majesty,” Faith said, her cheeks bright red and her head hanging in shame. “I am so sorry, I...I don't know what came over me. I was simply tidying up, and when I found that, I suppose I...well, there is no excuse for what I have done,” she said. She feared the punishment that would come yet at the same time she couldn't stop help her heart hammering with excitement. The queen knew what she had done. The queen knew she had been masturbating in her room. More than that, the queen had tasted her cum and even given her oral. Regardless of the punishment, this would no doubt be the greatest day of Faith's life.
“I expect you realise I need to punish you for this,” the queen explained calmly.
“Of course, Your Majesty. Whatever you feel is necessary, I will gladly accept it. Merely name it.”
“Then in future, when such desires take you, you shall inform me rather than handling them yourself.”
Faith nodded slightly, not quite taking it in at first. Then she realised what the queen had said. “...inform you, Your Majesty?” she repeated, wondering if perhaps she had heard wrong.
“Correct. You will inform me in future. That way I can see to it that you are taken care of properly, rather than making a mess of things in my room. Is that clear?”
“Yes, of course, Your Majesty,” said Faith, though she was still rather confused. In what way did the queen intend to have her taken care of? She couldn't stand not knowing and gingerly asked. “Taken care of in...what fashion, Your Majesty?”
Summer opened her mouth to respond but hesitated. “Would you say you are taken by such desires at this moment?” she asked instead.
“Yes, Your Majesty.” It was an embarrassing thing to confess to but Faith didn't dare lie to her again. The Queen had already been incredibly understanding and generous and she wanted to repay that by being honest with her.
“Then I believe it would be more appropriate for me to show you what I mean rather than merely tell you, if it should be to your liking.” The queen stepped away from the bed to ensure Faith had a good view and proceeded to remove her night-clothes. Her large breasts hung in the open, utterly exposed, and her bare pussy was presented in all its regal glory.
“I...” Faith wanted to say something but found she couldn't. She was too stunned. Her mind was nothing but surprise and lust and not a single word could reach her lips.
“If you do not wish for me to help you then you merely need to say so,” the queen assured her. “This is meant to be a gift to you, after all, to help you with your needs after all you have done for me. Though I won't deny it is something I too will enjoy. Regardless, it would make a poor reward if you would not enjoy it. Is it safe to presume you would like my help?” Queen Summer asked.
Faith nodded eagerly. Even if she couldn't speak she could at least manage that much. She definitely didn't want to give the queen the impression that she wasn't interested.
“Good. Then it seems we will both get what we want.” The queen approached the bed again and lowered herself onto it above Faith. She didn't hesitate at all. She was a confident woman who knew precisely what she wanted and would openly pursue it. She leaned in and kissed Faith, who happily melted into the kiss and returned it while letting the queen hold the dominant position. She felt the queen's hands begin to roam over her body, helping to slide her night-dress still further up. Soon enough her breasts were exposed and pressing against the queen's, and after that their kiss was briefly interrupted so that the dress could slip over Faith's head and be discarded altogether. Now the only material on the bed was the sheets, the two women utterly naked as their bodies pressed tightly together and they resumed their kiss.
The queen's tongue again slipped into Faith's mouth and made her dominance clear. Faith was more than happy to give herself entirely to the queen, letting her take total control of the situation. It was clearly the right decision as the queen rewarded her moments later. With a little manoeuvring the queen got herself into the ideal position, not only able to continue kissing but also able to push her pussy up against the other woman's. The slick slit of the queen rubbed against Faith's soaking pussy and she groaned into the kiss, loving every moment of the contact. It would have felt amazing from anyone really but from the queen in particular it was all she could have ever wanted.
They moved slowly at first, gently rubbing against one another while they kissed, the queen's tongue exploring and probing Faith's mouth while her hands roamed over her bare body. Her fingers ventured down to her chest, gently rubbing over her nipples before encompassing her entire breasts to give them a firm squeeze. That earned yet another moan from Faith. Hearing that she was enjoying herself encouraged the queen to continue, getting a little rougher as she began to gently pinch and rub her nipples between groping her breasts as a whole.
As their passion grew, so too did their speed. The two of them were moving faster and faster, grinding their soaking slits together, both panting and moaning quietly. As their movements increased so too did their volume. Faith in particular was practically screaming with pleasure when Queen Summer started giving it her all, though fortunately the kiss was enough to muffle the sound and avoid alerting the entire castle. The guards would have been in for quite a surprise if they rushed in, expecting to find the queen under attack only to instead find her passionately rubbing herself against her maid.
Eager to reach her climax, the queen stopped for a moment
to find a better position. She finally broke away from the kiss, though she clearly didn't want to, and lay the opposite way to Faith. After taking a moment to get into position she was able to push her cunt right up against the other woman's. There was no need to go slowly and build up this time. She moved rapidly, their pussies both making filthy squelching noises as they fucked. Faith had to raise a hand to clasp it over her mouth in order to avoid making too much noise, though the queen seemed more practised at maintaining her composure and managed to simply grit her teeth, only making quiet gasps and panting noises as she fucked her desperately.
Faith wasn't surprised that she was the first to orgasm. She bit down on her lip and tried desperately to muffle the noise of her ecstasy as she came, her pussy suddenly wetter than ever as she squirted against the queen's crotch. The queen clearly enjoyed the sensation and seeing Faith enjoy herself because it spurred her into even further action. She gripped one of Faith's legs to steady herself and was moving faster than ever, rubbing eagerly against her. The pleasure was almost too much for Faith to handle. She wasn't sure how long she could go on. Before it became too much for her to stand it came to an end, and although it was fortunate in a way, she still couldn't help but be disappointed that it was over. The disappointment didn't last long however, especially when she was graced with the queen's cum-drenched pussy squirting over her own. It was an experience she had long wanted but she had never expected it to actually happen. A part of her feared that she might simply be dreaming but she tried to dismiss the thought. Even if it were true, she had no interest in waking from this dream just yet.