He inserted another finger into her pussy, and she shamelessly began to fuck his finger and mouth, her moans incessant. She continued to suck his cock into her mouth, but was powerless against the pleasure caused by his tongue and fingers. It was magic the way he could play her body. Using his remaining hand, he spanked her, which was the final straw. She exploded onto his face, her orgasm causing her to arch her body into him. “Oh, god!” she yelled into the room. She could hear him drinking up her juices, enjoying the way her body responded to his touch. She wanted to return the favor as she rode out her orgasm, and alternated between sucked and stroking his cock. He began to pump his body up into her hand and mouth, loving the way she handled his cock. She almost thought that he would cum in her mouth; he was so lost in himself. He groaned as if he was fucking her pussy, and she took every inch of him in her mouth. He pushed himself deeper than she thought she could take him. “Oh, you feel so fucking good,” he said, with one final thrust into her mouth before pulling out of her.
“Get up here,” he ordered as he stood up. She obeyed, and he roughly leaned her against the desk, throwing everything off of it with one swift movement. She spread her legs for her, holding them up in the air. He smiled, and kissed her leg, before shoving his giant cock into her wet pussy. She moaned, and he grabbed her throat as he thrust in and out of her. “How do you like that, huh?” he asked, maintaining his grip on her throat. “It feels, so good!” she managed to say between his thrusts. She felt her back digging into the side of the desk with every thrust, but he felt so good it didn’t matter. He brought his lips down to hers and kissed her hard while he continued to pound into her pussy. Her moans were continual, and she threw her head back in pleasure. He bent his head down and sucked one of her dark, succulent nipples into his mouth. She sucked on her breast like a newborn baby, and Rachel loved every second of it. She reached up and grabbed at her other breast, unable to contain her pleasure. Every thrust of his cock caused a loud thud on the desk, and Rachel feared it might break under his strength. He increased his pace, moving his mouth up her chest, and burrowing into her neck. He kissed her neck, sending shivers down her spine. She held grabbed at his back, and dug her nails into it. He groaned as she felt herself draw blood, and he looked her in the eyes, never stopping his thrusts. “You like it rough, huh?” he said. He picked her up, keeping her on his cock, and walked her over to the wall.
He slammed her into the wall, causing the picture frames to shake. She wrapped her legs around his body, and he grabbed her neck. He pushed hard into her, causing her to yell into the room. She burrowed her face into his neck, kissing and nibbling the most sensitive areas. She looked at his back and saw several scratches, which had begun to lightly bleed. He pounded into her pussy, causing several of the frames on the wall to fall down. She tightened her grip on his body with her legs, feeling almost as if she would lose circulation in them. She couldn’t stop her moans of pleasure, as his cock brutally ravaged her pussy. He tightened his hold on her neck, testing her boundaries. The slight constriction only heightened her pleasure, as she was driven close to orgasm again. “How about that, do you like that?” he grunted into her ear as he continued his assault on her body. “Oh yeah, fuck me hard Nikolav,” she said. “Your cock feels so fucking good,” she finished. “I must not be doing it right, because you can talk much too easily,” he said as he pulled out of her pussy. He flipped her around, slamming her back into the wall. He spread her legs apart, and held her hands together above her head. He hammered back into her pussy from behind, keeping her immobile. She wanted so desperately to run her hands along his body, or to grab at her own body. Her inability to move only served to make her pleasure even stronger. He growled like an animal as he pounded her pussy, causing the whole wall to shake with his motions. She screamed into the room, urging him harder, faster, deeper. He spanked her ass, gripping it hard as he continued.
His cock felt like magic, hitting her most sensitive areas with every thrust into her pussy. She had never been fucked this good, and she knew he was far from done. She felt his sweat drip down onto her back and ass, and heard him panting under his enduring thrusts. He pulled out of her pussy, and turned her around, kissing her hard. While maintaining her kiss, she pushed him towards the chair behind his desk, sitting him down in it. “How’s the payment, big daddy?” she asked as she straddled him, sitting on his cock. She began to bounce up and down on his cock, relishing the feeling of control. He gripped her hips as he helped move her up and down his cock. “I think you’ve found your true calling,” he grunted out finally. She threw her head back, feeling her hair fall down her back. “Oh, fuck,” she said as she came close to orgasm. Nikolav sucked her dark, chocolate breast into his mouth again, moaning into her breast. She grabbed his head with her hands, gripping his thick blonde hair. She pushed his face deeper into her breast as she continued to ride his cock. He reached a hand around to her ass and spanked her, rubbing his hand over her ass. “Oh big daddy, I like that,” she moaned aloud. “Oh yeah?” he said, coming up from her breast. He spanked her again, harder, and gripped her ass painfully. “Fuck,” she managed to exclaim. He had fucked all ability to think out of her, and she was left with nothing but a raw desire and pleasure.
He spanked her again, sucking her breast back into his mouth. She reached between their bodies and rubbed her clit, losing control of herself. She gripped his hair hard as she felt her orgasm coming, but willing it to wait until she knew that he was ready to cum. She rode his cock like a racehorse, fucking him faster and faster. He groaned aloud, and brought his lips back up to hers. He matched her strokes, together riding each other into climax. She tangled her tongue in his mouth, and felt his tongue running along her mouth. She wrapped her arms around his back for leverage as she rode his cock, finally unable to hold her orgasm any longer. She exploded onto his cock, screaming his name into the room. “Oh fuck, Nikolav!” she screamed. It was the strongest orgasm that she had ever experienced. He reached between their bodies and rubbed her pussy, prolonging her orgasm. He looked deep into her eyes, watching her ride out her pleasure. After what felt like eternity, her orgasm completed, and all she could do was smile. She wanted to get Nikolav to completion, however.
“Get on your knees,” he said, pushing her off of his cock. She obeyed, looking up at him and licking her lips. He stood up and began to stroke his cock. The slick sound it made because of it’s coating of Rachel’s juices turned her on, getting her wet all over again. She could smell herself on his cock, and she wanted a taste. She took him in her mouth and bobbed up and down, until she felt him ready to explode. He stroked several times, until he came all over her tits. “Fuck,” he said as a steady stream of white cum squirted out of his cock, coating her with load after load of semen. Rachel lapped it all up, swallowing as much of it as she could, hardly able to believe what she was doing. She felt an indescribable desire to please him, even if it meant acting like a hoe. After several moments, he collapsed into his chair, having squeezed out the last drop of cum.
“Come here,” he commanded. He pulled her into his lap, and kissed her passionately. She rubbed her body against his softening penis, wanting to feel it again. Her wanton behavior amused Nikolav, sat her on his thigh, letting her hump it. “I consider your debt paid,” he said, pulling a stray piece of her hair behind her ear. “You can go, and you will keep your job,” he finished. He moved his thigh up and down, increasing the pressure on her clit. She continued to slide her pussy over his thigh, looking him in the eye. “I’m not done yet,” she said with a wink. “Looking for a promotion?” he laughed. “Something like that,” she replied, kissing him back.
The Royal Slut
Aaliyah Jackson
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Monica almost let out a muffled laugh at the fact he nearly got caught. There was a slight guilt to what she was doing, but the grip on her hair remained tight and she knew she couldn’t have backed off even if she wanted to. She continued to bob her head until
she heard Prince Nathanial say goodbye to his wife and hang up the phone. The grip on her hair loosened to let her move back and her breath spilled out heavily as she wiped the back of her hand across her mouth. She leaned her head into the hand that caressed her cheek and there was a second or two of quiet before she was dragged to her feet.
The breath was knocked from her as she was virtually thrown face down across the desk and she wriggled around as hands slid under the hem of her skirt and hitched it higher up her thighs. Prince Nathanial’s touch reached her panties and there was an urgency about his actions as he grabbed at the silky material to yank it lower straight away. Monica pressed her face against the wooden surface and closed her eyes as her ass was groped. The rough touch made her gasp and she squirmed as every inch of her booty curves were explored. A hot kiss played on her skin before the prince licked a wet trail down her naked ass and worked a touch between her thighs.
He grabbed hold of her legs to force them wider apart and Monica groaned as his tongue teased her slick skin. His lust for black cunt exploded to life and he pushed his head forward to get inside. He rasped his tongue on glistening pink and worked his fingers to pussy lips. It allowed him to spread them wide as he tried to lick deeper still.
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Monica lifted her gaze from the papers on her lap as the announcement came over the communication system of the aircraft.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” the captain started. “We have started our descent and should be landing right on time at eight in the evening. I hope you’ve enjoyed a pleasant flight with us and we look forward to seeing you on board again in the future.”
The grin spread across Monica’s face as she looked around the first class cabin of the plane. She was sitting alone in it and had enjoyed the most pleasant flight of her life. Not that she could afford to pay the fare herself and it was part of the package for her new job. The document sitting open on her lap gave the details of the position and she returned her attention to it. The faces of Prince Nathanial and his wife, Rebecca, stared back at her from a picture and she could barely believe that she got the job running their new household. She thought they would have gone for someone local and as USA expat in the country she’d been shocked when she landed an interview with royalty, never mind actually being offered the job.
Not that she was complaining about it. Accepting the offer almost doubled her pay overnight and she was looking forward to the work. The courtship of Nathanial and Rebecca was well documented and their recent wedding was a glittering event that was attended by the great and the good. Their honeymoon aboard one of the royal yachts lasted for three weeks, but now they were back and moving into their new mansion. That was the cue for Monica to make the trip and take up her post.
She took a last look through the document to make sure she knew everything that she needed to then put it in her bag. The flight attendant came to ask if she wanted anything and Monica considered it for a second or two before shaking her head. A glance out of the window revealed the city below coming closer and she just kept watching during the final descent until a jolt and screech of wheels showed they were on the ground. The plane taxied to the gate and when it came to a halt she got to her feet to retrieve her belongings.
The perks of traveling first class meant she got off the plane ahead of everyone else and she headed inside the airport building. She saw the man in a dark suit holding a card with her name on it straight away and walked up to him.
“I’m Monica Harper,” she informed him.
She was all too aware of his gaze lingering on her face, but after a year in the country she was used to people staring. It came with the territory of being a black female expat in a predominantly white country. She waited for the man to say something, but he continued to stare.
“So…,” she eventually encouraged him to get things moving.
“Oh sure,” he suddenly blurted out. “I’m Prince Nathanial’s personal chauffeur. If you follow me, I’ll take you to the car.”
He offered to carry her bags, but she didn’t need any help and followed when he set off in the direction of the exit. They came out of the air conditioned cool of the airport to a sunny day and she enjoyed the warmth on her face. Monica stopped in her tracks when they got to the Rolls Royce and her eyes opened wide. She wasn’t sure why she was taken aback considering she was now employed by royalty, but she was still amazed by the luxury of the vehicle that she was about to ride in. It looked immaculate and she felt like a princess herself as the back door was held open for her by the chauffeur.
The interior of the vehicle was even more impressive, with the leather seats, wood paneling, and mini-fridge bar only some of the luxuries that Monica took in. She stared out the window at the passing cityscape when the journey got going and tried to calm herself as her nerves began to kick in. She’d dealt with assistants during the interview process and had never actually met the prince or his wife.
Reaching for her bag, she took out the document again and flicked to the wedding picture. Prince Nathanial was definitely an impressive looking man, with broad shoulders, a muscular physique and a film-star handsome face. His wife was just as striking, with her pale skin emphasizing a beautiful face. The wedding dress she wore was said to have cost in the hundreds of thousands and it hugged her slender frame. Monica could only wish to be as slim as that, with her fuller figure having curves that put her at the opposite end of the scale from Rebecca.
She closed the document and put it away then tried to concentrate on keeping her nerves down. If she let herself get too overawed by the glamour of the job it would be difficult to make a good first impression and she really wanted to get things off to a successful start. Her intention was to make sure she became a valued member of staff in the prince’s household and she set her mind to that idea.
She looked out the window of the car again and saw that they were passing through the outskirts of the city. The chauffeur sped up as the traffic thinned out and fifteen minutes later the vehicle rolled up to a magnificent set of gates. They opened to let them enter and the journey came to an end when they drove up a long driveway and stopped at the front of a large building.
The impressive facade spoke of money and Monica found herself staring at what was to be her new home and workplace. She stepped out of the vehicle and followed the chauffeur as he led her up to the front door of the property. A butler opened it and took over the duty of leading the way. He stopped in front of a room.
“The prince and his wife are waiting for you,” he said.
Monica took a deep breath and smoothed down the front of her jacket. When the butler opened the door she walked through and was immediately struck by the opulence of the décor and furnishings. It was one of the most beautiful rooms she’d ever been in and she began to wonder what she was letting herself in for.
“Miss Harper,” a voice said and she turned her attention to the man sitting at a desk.
Prince Nathanial appeared even more handsome in real life and Monica’s pulse accelerated as their eyes met. As she approached him a smile spread across his face and she returned it.
“It’s so nice to finally meet you,” he said in a pleasant voice.
“And you sir,” Monica replied.
“This is my wife Rebecca,” he went on.
Monica turned to a less welcoming face and could immediately sense the hostility in the eyes that met hers. She smiled and said hello, but the greeting wasn’t reciprocated.
“So how was your trip,” Prince Nathanial asked.
“It was fine,” she replied. “Thank you for arranging it.”
“Staff traveling first class,” Rebecca cut in. “What is the world coming to. It shouldn’t be allowed.”
The comment took Monica by surprise and she wasn’t quite sure how to respond to it at first.
“Well…, thank you anyway,” she eventually said in a hesitant manner.
It was obvious that Rebecca wasn’t exactly enamored with her presence,
but Monica tried to set aside her immediate concerns about this as she concentrated on what the prince was saying.
“We’re happy to have you here,” he went on. “And…”
“You’re happy to have her here,” Rebecca said in a harsh tone. “I’m...”
“Please dear,” Prince Nathanial cut in. “This is not the time or the place.”
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