0 comments/ 99085 views/ 7 favorites Palace Life Ch. 01 By: abroadsword "I saw you with my husband last night." "Of course Madam, I serve his Highness." "He was serving you." The footman's face went bright red. "I see madam." Perkins was an average little runt of a servant, one she had never fancied, yet despite her desire for a child, her husband, His Highness had chosen to waste precious seed on this, this, she could not find the words. She eased her skirt down showing her tiny black knickers, then eased aside the thin fabric to reveal her hairless vulva. "This Perkins, is a Cunt, this is where his Highnesses seed should be deposited, and here," she turned. "Is an arsehole." His look of discomfort was obvious. "What is it Perkins." "I have come in my pants Madam." "Good, now run along." She allowed an hour. She rang for a mineral water, and asked that Perkins should bring it. "Perkins, you disgraced yourself earlier, so I have obtained a contraption," The Kilmer jar was at the bedside. "It is for surplus semen, have you any." "No Madam." She lay back on the bed revealing her crotch again. "I can see the bulge you silly man, now don't come in your pants whip the disgusting appendage out and we will relieve you into the jar." She approached with the jar and he undid the buttons of his uniform dress and his rigid five inch prick spurted uncontrollably splashing the sides of the jar. "That's better all safe," and she snapped the lid shut. An hour passed, "Toast," she ordered She wore a negligee, black see through, expensive, he entered. "Perkins where is your erection." "Sorry Madam, my what?" "Your penis, Perkins, languishing flacid." "Yes Madam, my bolt, I fear, is shot." "Show me." He fumbled the buttons and extracted the member; it stirred from its slumber. She slid from the bed and stood before him, then kneeling she breathed her hot breath over him, His Penis strained, to its full size, she held the jar ready to catch his jism. "You may wank, Perkins." She stroked her left breast with her free hand as she held the container, He gripped his shaft and before he had time to enjoy the experience he shuddered and his thin watery seed tumbled into the Jar. "You can fuck me if you like" she said. His tool drooped uselessly. "That is very disrespectful; I was considered one of the most desirable women in a newspaper poll, remember?" Sadly he left her, Her Husband returned and bells rang and in a flurry of activity servants rushed around food was found, his shower checked for temperature, his dresser found the next outfit and prepared to undress then dress him. She called for Perkins again. "Well, that indiscipline." "Madam?" "Your refusal to fuck me." "Madam." "Trousers down Perkins." He followed her instructions and she rolled a condom on his half erect tool. Her mouth gripped his shaft and he stiffened slightly then watery sperm oozed and he shrank. "I am immensely disappointed Perkins." She drained the condom's contents into a jar. He bowed hitching up his trousers and left. She listened with amusement to the faint sounds of argument; she donned an immense full length Dressing Gown, and went to her husband's room. Perkins' embarrassment was total. His Highness kneeling before him trying with mouth and tongue to stir life from the footman's flaccid prick. "Is this what you want?" She held the jar, stale cold congealed spunk oozed down it's sides as she twisted it stirring the contents. "You bloody selfish bitch" "Me selfish!" "I ask you to use the strap on yet you refuse, then you deny me this." "Because your bloody spunk hits the floor when I do and I want it in me, I want a bloody baby." "Sir, Madam, May I suggest something, If I were to service his Highness, as he in turn services you." "You can't get it up." "His Highness has a strap on in the ante room." She looked at her husband, he at her and as his hands fumbled to undress her she firmly undressed him and Perkins strapped on the belt with the plastic penis and carefully they arranged themselves, she standing at the end of the ornate four poster bed, bent at the hips so her head and breasts resting on the bed, her arse cheeks spread widein anticipation. Her husband watched as Perkins strapped the black leather harness around his hips the pink plastic jutting forth proud and rigid, His Highnesses Prick strained with excitement as he inserted it into her waiting cunt her as he stood at the end of the bed taking his weight on his arms as in turn Perkins inserted the well lubricated six inch plastic toy into his Highnesses rectum. The antique four poster bed groaned with he unaccustomed weight and passion and his Highness pondered whether it was better to give than receive and concluded that both simultaneously was best of all and as his mind overdosed on sexual stimuli he shot his load deep into his willing albeit somewhat squashed wife eager vagina. "You can stop now Perkins." Perkins in a world of his own stopped thrusting but his prick had come to life and sprayed watery cum over the back of his masters balls and over her crotch. "That's all Perkins" he ordered. "Get a cloth and clean my crotch you filthy little oik" She ordered And he spent ages cleaning her removing every single trace, he sensed her need "I shall run your bath Madam" He ran the bath, Three hundred millimetres exactly, to the pencil mark on the thermometer. She bathed, luxuriating in the warmth. but stimulated the yearning within her gnawed at her consciousness, sperm had been absorbed but her need for gratification remained unsatisfied. She called Perkins to dry her, "I need a Cock." "Hodgkinson the under Chauffeur awaits your pleasure Madam." Hodgkinson was waiting by the bed, naked except for two condoms rolled onto his generously proportioned prick and his chauffeurs cap, in his hand hiding his manhood. "Fort I were employed to service cars not service the Mistress." "Quiet." "My bit of rough, come fuck me, treat me like a Village girl." "I tries to treat they like a Princess and be gentle Ma'am but I think I can oblige." And he lifted her slim form onto her bed and plunged his muscular manhood deep inside her well lubricated hole. She realised her mistake, he was so muscular strong like an Ox he pounded into her slim frame, "No be gentle you are too rough." He slowed obediently, and kissed he neck. "Servants are not allowed to kiss" Perkins warned. "Fuck you, you queer" and Hodgkinson took her face in his rough hands and kissed her full on the lips. Her tongue explored his mouth. "Don't stop, it's too nice" She felt his prick twitch, the condoms swell, this was a Man, Probably the first proper straight man she had ever had, he smelled like a man, sweat with a trace of engine oil. He withdrew, peeling off the condoms wasting his rich creamy come. She watched as he dressed silently. "Can I assist you further Madam." "No, Thank you Perkins" she replied. She fell into a contented but troubled sleep. She dreamed of her as yet un concieved child, in battle, her husbands offspring, leading his men, dwarfed by his sergeant, a rough giant of a man and them running from cover to cover, the athletic soldiers, her child trying but hobbled by genetics, short legs, limited intellect, His genes. She pulled on a robe and as the clock struck four she left her quarters and sought the under chauffeurs apartment, she heard voices, Sandra the Downstairs front chambermaid was with him, the door was unlocked, Sandra was kneeling, his prick in her hand, she was licking the length and it was hardening. She stood up awkwardly as he realised her mistress had walked in. "Thank you Sandra, would you wait over there please" she instructed and she led Hodgkinson to the bed, "We forgot to unleash your sperm properly earlier" And poor little Sandra stood and watched her man pleasuring the Lady of the House as she moaned and whined like a scullery maid on heat. "Sandra I warned you." Mrs Grayson, senior maid of the Parlour and Sandra's boss had mde a serious error of judgement, failing to realise the shapely ankles belonged not to a scullery maid but to a former debutant and society beauty, her boss. "Sorry Ma'am." "That's alright Mrs Grayson, he can fuck you when he has finished Sandra and I, just shut up all right." The audience marvelled at their passion, her body moulded perfectly into his, her breasts to his chest and how throughout the intercourse they kissed mouth to mouth, She knew they were made for each other. The orgasms wracked both their bodies as one,his seed rushing into her, she prayed it would overwhelm that of her husband and win the race to fertilise her. She so desired a child like him, strong, yet with her brain and her Husbands power and influence, what a Child that would be. She rose and went to leave, "You can fuck my Husband if you like." "No Thank you Madam that last" she stopped, she had admitted too much. "Yes?" Sandra giggled. "He couldn't get it up." To be Continued Palace Life Ch. 02 "Hodgkinson." "Yes Ma'am." "You won't forget my fuck." "No Ma'am." Chauffeur Paul Hodgkinson expertly guided the sleek grey Limousine along the M4 headed West, She unpacked her holdall, taking out a set of coveralls, trainers, baseball cap. Hodgkinson thumbed the radio transmit Button. "Comfort Break West Kennard Services do you copy." "Affimativatory good buddy." "Good God Hodgkinson do you still watch that General Lee thing and lust after Daisy Dook." "Yes Ma'am, when you're not around sometimes Ma'am. She donned her coveralls and slouched from the car. The chase car crew led the way to the building and cleared the Gents Lavatory as she and Hodgkinson selected a cubicle, his now experienced hands un zipped, unbuttoned and pulled aside until her gorgeous tits and her pouting pink slit were laid bare. With carefully choreographed moves he lifted her onto the cistern, checked with his tongue that she was ready for him then lifted her round implaing her on his manhood as he sat on the Loo seat. "Fuck me, don't just sit there, do something." He moved. "Oh god careful, you're so strong." He took her face in his hands and kissed her, he explored her teeth with his tongue, and for a brief moment they were as one, each other their only care, pleasing each they other their only concern. "Excuse me Ma'am but I shall come very soon now." "Yes Hodgkinson, that is fine, I am Oooh, yes, I, yes yes fill me fill me" She shouted. As the chase car guards prevented public admittance they cleaned up using the sinks provided, probably provided for hand washing but equally, adaptable for their purposes. She sat on the Marble top, cleaning her crotch. Sliently he lifted her once more and as he stood he impaled her on his recovered Prick. "Sorry Ma'am but you look so beautiful." "Don't worry, it's nice, Isn't it naughty me shagging in a Public Gents Lavatory what would the papers say." They finished up and returned past the line of waiting customers. "You took your time." Hodgkinson merely winked. They were a few minutes late, the Band had run out of music, queues of traffic clogged the ring road, the Mayor was bursting for a piss, but her appearance and dazzling smile made everything right, she unveiled the Plaque, to her intense disappointment the little curtain slid back, she preferred the whole thing to fall of the wall and crash to the ground, and then it was cardboard and slime sandwiches and cheap sherry and talk to the boring people. Hodgkinson waited patiently. "His Highness will join me at the Royal Hotel later." "Yes Ma'am." "Are you jealous?" "Yes Ma'am." "Really." "Yes Ma'am. every morning I want to wake up and have you there beside me Ma'am." "That's very good Hodgkinsoin, you put eight or nine words together in one sentence." That evening they went to the Theatre. Mr Argylle, His Highnesses Chauffeur drove them in the Rolls Royce, the Royal Box was cleared of twenty years accumulated junk especially for them. Hodgkinson stayed back at the Hotel, he sat in his tiny room in the basement, watching TV, his uniform hung up to avoid creases he sat in just boxers and tee shirt. "Hello" A petite girl dressed in a maid's uniform entered the room, "Is there anything I can do for you." Paul's mind raced, his prick strained. Two and two suddenly made five and he grasped the girl by the waist and with practiced hands slid on a condom, pushed her panties aside and impaled her on his manhood. "Ooh, ah Yes," she sighed, "the room service phone, Ooh, is Ah, broken I" She abandoned the attempt to talk and concentrated on enjoying the moment. "You weren't sent to fuck me then" "No, I just came to see if you wanted a sandwich" she replied as they lounged on his bed and she idly kissed his chest. "I am sorry, really." "No it is nice to be spontaneous sometimes, I saw you come in, I was hoping, well you know I was, you know, ready, down there, hoping we could have a drink or something then you seem to have missed the drink stage out altogether." "If you don't leave me alone you will find yourself fucked again." "Promises, Promises, OOooh," and he slid effortlessly into her dripping wetness again. The Theatre crowd dispersed and after warm tasteless plonk with the talent less cast desperately trying to laugh in the right place at His Highnesses jokes and then the torture of complimenting the paranoid depressive writer on what was actually pretentious crap, they went back to the Hotel. Sharing a bed with His Highness, she hated it, she dreamed of Paul, four floors and a million miles so it seemed away, but she needed this night, consummation with His Highness at around the right time so Hodgkinson's child might appear Royal. She sought the secret weapon, the bridle and harness Sharon had used to such effect. Her travelling dresser, Marion, helped her with the transformation, she showered and Marion adjusted the Harness of brown leather and brass to fit her sylph like form, a broad leather belt around her waist a leather garment around the base of her breasts, long thigh boots with strange arched soles and no heels, she decided to refuse the idea of a tail hanging from a plug inserted in her anus, but condescended to have her hands strapped into the hoof look alike boots and to have the bridle with the reins put over her head. Marion fitted the bridle but misunderstood and put the bit in place, and before she could stop the girl she realised she could not speak, or make herself understood, then she saw and felt Marion prepare the horse tail Butt plug lubricate it with Vaseline and shove it in her rectum, it hurt, it felt huge, but it was done and she could do nothing except live with the discomfort. She admired herself in the Mirror, the head dress plumes were tired but the bridle and the way the straps around her breasts accentuated their perfect form and the wide waist belt and the Boots with horse hoof ends laced tightly on feet and Hands. He was in his bathroom showering but his reaction on leaving the bathroom was amazing and with a mighty bound his prick went form zero to max in split second, and he grabbed her round the buttocks, brushed the tail aside and entered her, his passion uncontrollable. The mission accomplished she tried to convey that she wished to speak, but He sent Marion away. She could not grip the bit to remove it and he realised her pedicament and fastened her reins to the bed leg, she could not move more than four feet and curled up by the bed in frustration. He gazed longingly at her and his prick slowly recovered and this time he tenderly entered he with love as he saw it unheeding of her unwillingness to co operate, The stale spendings from earlier eased his passage into her. He left her tied up, dirty from his ejaculations, unable to move far or communicate. She needed the bathroom, she pointed to her crotch, "In the morning, I am knackered," and he claimed the whole bed and doused he lights falling instantly into a deep sleep. She could not wake him, or use the phone, she was trapped by her own stupidity. Her bladder was bursting and during the night she disgraced herself by relieving it in the hideously expensive rich pile carpet. Morning came and as the first streaks of Dawn appeared, she felt pawing and suddenly he was ready to use her again, he looked so happy and excited that she did not have the heart to refuse and opened her legs wide and he entered her. "I think I will have you dressed this way every night." "Muppphf Fof." Even someone as stupid as he could not misunderstand her reply. Palace Life Ch. 03 The King stood by her dresser in the ornate suite of rooms she occupied at the Palace, Adelaide his daughter sat listening wearing her long cream silk nightdress and a heavy woollen dressing gown as he rambled. "I'm thinking I might abdicate." Oh god what is the old fool thinking she thought. "You have no thoughts on the matter?" he queried. She stared at the King his tired eyes, the cheeky grin, she thought of when she caught him at over eighty having sex with a serving maid dressed up like a pony. "Why abdicate when I will be dead soon, that's what you're thinking." "No not at all, but you are so, strong, and His Highness." "A great disappointment." He finished her sentence for her. "You are so scornful of His Highness." "He truly is a waste of space, like his father." "You are a great man sir, not a waste of space." "And I'm not his fucking father am I, Christ how could anyone think I created that piece of shit." He coughed and as he pulled the handkerchief away she could see the blood. "I need to take it easy, see my grandchildren." "But Sir." "Good God girl, have you not worked it out for yourself." "What Sir?" "Look in the Mirror", she looked at herself, and the old man. "Eyes girl, nose." Her perfect nose contrasted with his hooked beak but the plastic surgery had been money well spent and his twinkling eyes. She thought to the alacrity with which her parents has agreed to plastic surgery on her 16th birthday to correct that ugly nose, his eyes, tired now but that unusual green like hers. She had often fantasised but suddenly, with a cold shock, she realised. "Your mother and I, she was a great beauty, and your father well a trusted confidante, you know how it is, and then you, and the nose, Bloody good chap your father." "So you and I?" she queried. "Ah the penny drops, that's why I never touched you, did you think it was out of respect for Gayboy, and why d'you think he married you, my God the way we worked to get you up that aisle then you wait ten years to get pregnant." "But I'm not." "Course you are girl, I can see it." "Perhaps I missed a period." "Or two!" "No you are having my Grandchild and I want you to be Queen and then my Grandchild as King or Queen after." "But the father is Hodgkinson, almost certainly." "Yes my dear hand picked, and If at first, well he won't get a better job offer." The door opened. "Ah Sandra." The maid entered and curtsied. "I have a task for you," the King smiled. "Yes sir, thank, you sir yes please sir." "We shall borrow your dressing room for a few minutes Adelaide." She listened, no one called her her christian name any more, but from the Dressing room the giggles of a randy octagenarian and a girl barely out of her teens mingled in love. A knock, His Highnesses' Knock. "My dear are you there." His Highness queried. "Fuck off, your father is screwing the maid." "Would you tell her Lester is waiting to ride her." "Lester, she calls you Lester, you're no Jockey you're more Piggy than Piggott." "Wait there I'll call you in when he is finished." she smiled more a Madam than Ma'am today she mused. The King emerged, Adelaide raised her voice addressing the maid. "Don't bother to dress Sandra you have another punter waiting" she ordered. "Oh no Ma'am he can't get it up unless I wear a bridle and harness, and then he calls your name Ma'am." "I have it here," His Highness indicated a leather bag by the dresser. "Poor Pony, he had me in that stuff once, he was almost manly he was so turned on but you really do a very great service to us all by servicing him." "Ah my son, I have broken her in for you, your turn," the King announced as he happily strode along the corridor." She thought about the situation, her sisters, were in fact half sisters, so she had leap frogged them in the heir to the throne stakes, and, according to the press at least, she was the beautiful one. Time dragged, she heard the giggles and clink of harness, she guessed he was having trouble again, she showered, and wrapping a bathrobe around her walked into the dressing room, Sandra dressed in part of the same harness she had once worn, boots to the knee, Wide waist belt, the straps around her breasts, and knelt before his highness who stood naked from the waist down with his semi erect penis in her mouth. "Haven't you finished yet?" She looked in the leather Harness bag, "Look you have not got the full kit on." She grabbed the bridle and threw it over her husband's head dragging the bit into his mouth, and fastened the strap, then she grabbed the tail with its Butt Plug and forced it into his anus. He yelped and Sandra fell backwards as his spunk shot from him cascading over Sandra's hair face and breasts running down towards her crotch. "Affiulux feleep" He wailed through the bit cruelly trapping his tongue. Adelaide found the whip, at the bottom of the Harness bag and flicked his prick with it, it started to stiffen. "See Sandra, they need to know who is boss, now bend over and let him fuck your arse, there's a good girl." "But Madam I have, you know, I am not prepared." "Not Prepared?" "Clean there madam, I was not expecting." Adelaide cut her short. "He will enjoy it all the more, now you bend over, and you." She addressed His Highness "Stick it in her." He Lunged for Sandra's Cunt, Adelaide grabbed his erection and aimed it towards her arsehole instread. "Horsey takes her fuck in the arsehole remember now push it right in." She whipped his buttocks with the whip. "In, two, three, out, two, three, In, Like at boarding school." She watched as his rhythm accelerated, Sandra lost her balance falling to the carpet while his Highness barely faltered in his rhythm, his bulging eyes and frenzied grunts showed that he had come and he gradually slowed and removed himself from her, his prick streaked with shit. Adelaide helped Sandra to her feet. "Poor Pony we should tell the RSPCA of the nasty man, never mind I will look after you, take away the filth make you pretty again." Adelaide felt a sudden feeling of power, taking her husbands lover away from him, treating her as a child or dolly, speaking to her almost as if to a puppy. She guided Sandra to the bathroom and undid the leather straps but ordered Sandra to place her hands by her sides and fastened the waist belt again trapping them, she hung her robe and nightdress on a hook and in just her skimpy white panties she pushed the now helpless girl under the shower and started to wash her face and hair and remove all traces of His Highness from her. "Do you like me doing this?" "Yes Ma'am." "And this?" she sucked on Sandra's left breast. "Yes Ma'am." "And this" She thrust her fingers inside Sandra's stretched cunt. "Ohh Ma'am." "I can get my whole hand inside you." "Ohhh Please Ma'am I can't stand it." "Does it hurt?" "No it's too nice." Adelaide had a wicked idea, she removed her hand and reached for her bathrobe, a tiny cell phone she had agreed to try was in the pocket and she switched it on and quickly slipped it deep within Sandra before licking and biting Sandra's clit to orgasm. "What did you do Ma'am." "Put a Mobile phone up inside you." "Ma'am, why Ma'am?" "Because I could, now let's get you dressed and dried then you can run along, Oh and the phone rings and vibrates, I'll take it out if you are good, now kiss me, on the lips like you mean it." Sandra kissed her and drifted in to a dream. "You see I am much more fun than those nasty men." "Yes Ma'am." Sandra agreed. "Help me on with my robe please," Adelaide requested, Sandra helped her with first the nightdress then the heavy robe and Adelaide strode from the Bathroom to the bedside telephone, she dialled with the old fashioned circular dial and Sandra leaped with shock. "Madam that is not fair." "Oh yes it is, It's brilliant, I wonder if we can stick one up my husbands Arse." "Oh Madam, and ring him up when he is taking a salute or something." They remembered he was last seen in the dressing room but he had gone leaving the leather bag behind. Adelaide smiled sweetly. "Yes, put one up his backside then I will let you take yours out." To Be Continued... Palace Life Ch. 04 "The King's at it again" said Eve Parrot senior Chambermaid for the west wing. Under Chambermaid Karen Stubbins heard the banging of bed on partition but had failed to make the connection. "Oh that's it is it." "Has he had you yet," "No I'm Lesbian me." "Did you lie on the Job application." "Of course." "Well he will want you sooner or later." "He can fucking want." The King had already spotted Karen but age was catching up with him at over eighty and his libido had started to wane. King George was lonely, his daughter Adelaide, was very good to him but life was an endless round of yes men and flunkeys and of course Maids, Secretaries and PAs. He asked that Karen should be sent to clean the white room on the second floor of the West Wing and he discovered her there just after lunch, He ran through the chat up speech and as he got to the hands on bit she told him firmly he could "Fuck right off." Now King George had been told to "Fuck Off" by commoners at least three times in his eighty years and he was immensely amused. "Send that girl up with my coffee" he ordered. "Send that girl up", he ordered time and again. She knew he meant to grind her down but she liked the job and was determined to resist him and not quit. She had been up since six so by mid night she was very tired as she took the King some Cocoa, he was in bed, an immense four poster, and he smiled as he saw her. "No" she said firmly. "I can't sleep, you could be very efficacious in assisting to relieve th tensions of the day." "No sir." "Oh bring me some more at two would you, no need for cook to stay up." Karen made her unsteady way to the kitchen. King George set his alarm for one fifty nine and fell swiftly into a dream filled sleep where he was young again. He woke to the alarm and Karen entered, Dog tired but determined. "Set the drink down, and please wait while I drink it then you can return it to the Kitchen. She hovered. "Sit down, before you fall down." She sat on the bed. Her eyes half closed. He sipped in silence as she slowly keeled over and fell into a deep sleep along the bottom of his bed. He sensed victory and carefully oh so carefully he undid her white blouse, pulled down her black skirt, her lacy black brassiere, pantyhose and panties until she lay naked. He covered her with his Dressing Gown then after hiding her clothes in a drawer he so gently manoeuvred her under the bed covers next to him. She woke around six, the grey light of morning seeped through the rich thick curtains. She felt unfamiliar bed sheets and realised she was completely naked, in bed with a man. She had never had a man, she had always managed to evade and outrun her step father back home in the Valleys among the closed coal mines and deserted abandoned chapels and her mother had not believed her tales of the husband's letchery. She thought of Miss Cairns, her form tutor in whom she had confided and whom in turn had shown her the delights that two girls could enjoy without men's brutality intruding. She thought of their Saturdays together. Revising, in Miss Cairns Lounge and Bathroom and bed. How could a man compete. The bed so warm and cosy the sheets he dreams of the Valleys, she felt a warm glow and felt the need for relief, she thought to seek out Lydia with whom she had spent a night but decided she liked the warm soft bed, and drifted again into a deep sleep. Ralph was incensed, Senior Steward it was his role to supply late night Cocoa to the King and as a former Navy petty officer he was used to sleeping four hours in the Day and four at night so as to be constantly on call, yet the King had asked for the girl. Ralph had been promoted rapidly, too rapidly his colleagues thought, what tricks could he perform they wondered. but they were wrong, King George accidentally broached the question of Homo sexuality quite innocently, Ralph mis understood and Ralph, a very junior employee left King George in no doubt that Ralph preferred death to buggery. It never really occurred to staff that with His Highnesses predilection for swinging both ways that the King might prefer the company of Heterosexual staff. Ralph stood in his full footman's regalia except for slippers, the King had insisted o the quiet routine as he had a Headache and two breakfasts. "Headache my arse, funny business more like" the kitchen staff opined. Ralph entered with the quietest of knocks and set the trays on a low table. King George lifted the bed covers to show the sleeping Maid and Ralph nodded, a quizzical look, and a thumbs down from King George, no he was having trouble. Her Coffee grew cold, he ate quietly, he apologised to staff and arranged for Prince Albert to fill in for him at some do at Sandhurst, the Lord Lieutenant could fill for Albert he thought, highlight of his entire miserable fucking life. She slept on then again as the suns rays speared across the room she stirred and rubbed her eyes, "Where am I?" "Toast." "Oh sorry your Majesty." "No dear you cant curtsy in bed or bow, now toast, its cold, I shall have hot toast sent with the Coffee if you wish." He continued, "You slept with the King, I think you're about the third since my poor wife died, usually they get dressed and bugger off but you stayed." "Where, where are my clothes?" she asked, "Safe, we don't want them crumpled, do we?" "What do you want?" "You." "Why me?" "I want all the attractive girls, and you are very attractive, and there is an element of desiring that which is unavailable." "So you keep me prisoner until I give in?" "Hardly Prisoner." "I don't like men!" "You put straight on the form." "Sorry." "So you can be dismissed for making false declarations, dismissed without a reference." "Yes." "But no, its not my way, you're a kind sensitive girl, I shall make others suffer." "Sir?" "Shall we do the deed now." "No sir." His hand brushed her inner thigh, so softly. "Such softness, in such a hard hearted girl." She leaped from the bed and rushed to the Lavatory looking in vain for a bolt to lock him out. He allowed her a few minutes, She blushed as he opened the Bathroom door, his silk Pyjama top contrasting with his nakedness below the waist and his straining erection. "Bed" he ordered and there she returned. "You may kiss my chest," he instructed discarding the jacket and without thinking she kissed around his nipples. "I will never let you do it." "I cancelled this Morning, this evening is a Charity, I can cancel that, someone else can do it, they may prefer someone else, but tomorrow the little Boy scouts and girl guides, disappointed not to receive their badges from the King, a disappointment that will remain possibly till they die and all because of a selfish girl." "That's beastly." "You're cruel, tormenting a poor old man with your luscious curves, a body just made for sex and yet you deny me, and it's so simple to just lie back." And she thought of the poor children waiting in the rain, and their pride at meeting the King and. "No." Suddenly his knees were between hers, his erection brushed her outer lips. "No" He was only playing, he did not even have a Condom on. "Oh all right, for the Children." He never intended to plunge unprotected deep inside her but she thrust towards him as he moved towards her and with a shock and pain he was within her. "Were you a Virgin?" "I did not think so; we used toys, but something." "Yes, we talk later," She was trying to remain aloof detached, but it was hard, his warn compliant yet muscular hard penis filled her parts like no plastic toy could, yet his touch soft as any girl, he ran fingers through her hair like miss Cairns had done. "Harder." Her crotch spoke, her insides bypassing her brain with its' desire that he withdraw, they rocked as one then she felt an eruption deep inside and he was still. "How do you feel?" She cried. "Have I hurt you?" "Yes, you ruined my life, you bastard, how can I go back to girls after that." The King reached for the phone. "Send up something to give us energy, send Ralph" the King ordered. Ralph arrived very quickly with a carafe of energy drink and two glasses. "Do you have a girlfriend Ralph." The King sat up in bed, the girl hiding below the covers. "No Sir." "Nice little Chambermaid, Karen Stubbs or some such she would do for you." "Fucking Lesbo sir." "So you know her." "Yes sir and I know she is under the covers and you just shagged her so let's cut the crap." "And?" the King asked. "Yes I fancy her, that's the trouble with Lesbo's unavailable see, makes 'em more desirable". "Right here's the deal, I take a shower, you take my place here and we decide whether she moves into your rooms or not." "Yes sir." The old King walked slowly to the bathroom and Ralph stripped off and climbed into bed. "His Highness commands" he stated. "And we cannot disobey" she agreed. Ralph was rough, a real man, with his own urgent needs, she thought back to the Valleys, he entered, spreading her wider than the King, no pain this time, just the sensation of being filled, or was it fulfilled, her mind shut down as she enjoyed the sensations. "Do you want to be with me?" he asked. "Only if you want to be with me." she parried. "Well I do." he stated. "Is that a proposal?" "An indecent one, yes but what the hell, the King thinks we should be together, so if that is what it takes, yes, would you consider becoming my wife." "I think you need to show how much you love me first so yes, I will move in with you". The King returned. "We shall live together in my rooms Sir." "As long as I can have a go every now and again." "Of course sir, I owe you a lot, showing how nice sex with a man can be" she answered. Palace Life Ch. 05 The Palace was unusually still, early morning traffic droned past but little disturbed the tranquility of the Royal household. Adelaide dreamily surveyed her bulging belly, weighing up the pros and cons of a caesarean or natural birth, scar as against a stretched cunt and elephant wings below, then the door knob turned and she heard her bedroom door opening. Her father in Law, The King, entered. "Adelaide, are you awake?" he asked. "I am now." she replied. "It's Big Ears, he has a footman in his bloody room." "So?" she raised an eyebrow. Shiny metal dangled from his bony hand. "I have the key, shall we?" he grinned, "Let me put something on first." she replied "Not too much, you look divine." She smiled, she knew she looked like a Hippopotamus but it was nice to hear. She pulled her bathrobe over her nightdress and followed the King down the corridor, his dressing gown was like something Sherlock Holmes might wear. Sherlock and the Hippo she thought. "Listen, are they at it?" asked the King. She heard a faint creaking, "Yes." A maid approached with a breakfast tray. The King continued ,"Ah here is the Breakfast, now take the whistle and blow it when I give the signal." The King carefully inserted a key in the lock and threw the double doors wide open. A bare pink backside bobbed up and down as its owner knelt between His Highness's knees intent upon the act of buggery. His Highness looked round in startled surprise as under butler Perkins diligently continued to shaft his anus. Adelaide blew the whistle. "Half time change ends," the King shouted. Perkins withdrew his shit streaked member and the maid with the breakfast tray dropped it in horror "Don't you gay boys change ends at half time then?" "Bugger off Father." "Don't you tell me to bugger off, you little prick; so why this charade?, where is that horse faced tart you usually ride." "She has flu." His Highess admitted. "Clap more like, and that bloody servant gets about with some very odd people, anyway, you will be quarantined from when Adelaide gives birth, regular blood tests and your bed partners will be carefully vetted, do I make myself clear." "So you can go on shagging your carriage event partner, someone half your age, and I have to do as you say?" His Highness whined. "Dead right boy, got it in one." The King agreed. The King turned to the servant. "Bugger off Perkins. it is Perkins isn't it, you runty little oiks all look the same to me, no need to put your trousers on, give the girls a laugh, now bugger off." Perkins shuffled away, his prick drooping and come dripping down on his stumpy hairy legs. His Highness was outraged "It's none of your fucking business who I shag." The King turned on him "Yes it bloody is, you moron, I can shag who I want, although Alice is playing hard to get, I am a widower, whereas you are, at least as far as the press are concerned, a happily married man expecting his first child, so decorum please, and I shall take breakfast with your charming wife, In her bloody bed If I decide to because; and don't forget this; I am the Bloody King." He swept from the room, Adelaide followed demurely. "Did you mean that, breakfast in bed?" she asked. "Be a bit of fun, but no, lets go downstairs and think up some new ways to make his life a misery." They went to the private dining room, selecting their own cereals and juices from the selection available then sat at the large dining table. An aide appeared, fifty-ish, frumpy in a dark blue suit with white blouse. "Excuse me Your Majesty" "Yes, what." "That TV journalist is coming in ten minutes." "What the blonde with perky tits?" The King queried. "Yes sir, she wishes to ask about the rumours about you and Alice." "Ah the nosey blonde cow with perky tits." he nodded. "I think she looks rather nice, or is it the TV make up people?" asked Adelaide. "Send her to my sitting room, you come too Adelaide we will have some fun." The King ordered. They walked back to his suite of rooms, the sitting room overlooked the gardens. "I want to take that bitch down a peg or two." "You just want to take her you randy old sod." Adelaide countered. "Perhaps, will you help? the old Alzheimer's routine." the King enquired. "Of course, I take it Alice has a closed leg policy then?" "Selfish bitch, bloody good in the carriage though." They sat chatting until they heard people approaching, the King jumped up surprisingly quickly for an eighty year old and rushed to the corner. A knock "Come in." trilled Adelaide sweetly. The Aide ushered the newsreader in, smaller scruffier altogether less than her on screen persona. "May I introduce," the Aide announced only to be cut short by the King, "Christ I have some marbles left you know, I do know who she is so bugger off and polish the Daimler." The King moved from the corner his Pyjamas in disarray, his manhood visibly swinging. "Oh dear, father have you pissed in the corner again,? he has Altzheimers you know." Carol the newsreader started writing furiously. Adelaide continued, "Please humour him" "So you're the new tart." "Humour him." "Ah I was sent." Carol started to say to interview you but was cut short. "Good, good well strip then" the King ordered. "It's ok he is impotent," Adelaide lied reassuring her. "Please, I don't want to have him sectioned." Adelaide continued. "No I won't strip," Carol insisted. "Don't speak to me like that, I am King now let me see those perky little tits." "No" Carol insisted becoming agitated. "I'll call security and say you tried to steal my diamond ring if you don't" Adelaide added. "Don't make me laugh." Adelaide quietly took a ceremonial sword from the wall, unseen by Carol as she stared at the King's huge but flaccid manhood, and quite suddenly Carol realised Adelaide was holding a sword blade against her ear. "I am not joking" said Adelaide deadpan. "Come along dearie, get the clobber off let me at you," the King whined. "Do as he says, he is impotent, you are quite safe." Carol reluctantly sat carefully on the edge of the bed and removed her jacket and blouse while Adelaide unceremoniously pulled Carols skirt, panties and pantyhose down. "He likes perky titties" Adelaide whispered as she gently lifted Carol's breasts form her bra and folded the cups down so her nipples were exposed. "Are you turned on," Adelaide whispered. "Silly question I can see and feel you are," she continued. "Christ he has an erection" Carol observed. "And you are soaking down there so do what comes naturally" Adelaide advised as she scooped Carols shoes and clothing from around her feet to allow her to lie back and spread her legs wide. King moved into position and guided his erect member gently between the Newsreaders lower lips and started to thrust deeper and deeper inside her. Carol lay back on the king size bed amazed at the Kings prowess, it was so long since she had, had sex while sober and without taking drugs first that she had forgotten just how good it could be. The pace and intensity of passion increased bring gasps from both throats, Oh Ah then she wailed in climax. "I am afraid the ten minutes is up," Adelaide announced, "you may leave now." Carol lay back spunk oozing from her. "God he is good." she admitted as she wiped herself on monogrammed napkin. "He has not got Alzheimer's, of course, we were just having a bit of fun with you, but it is all on CCTV if you get awkward." "Yes my dear, I want you back here, midnight sharp, back door" the King instructed. "Certainly your Majesty, Thank you," Carol curtsied grabbed her clothes and rushed from the room. "I shall be warm again tonight" he grinned. She smiled at him as he rearranged his dress to look moderately respectable again. "How did your mobile phone jape work?" he enquired. Some time previously Adelaide had inserted a small phone within Sandra, His Highness's favourite maid's vagina, and instructed her not to remove it. "I forgot about that, I will ring the number." she replied turning the dial on the antique phone. "Hello, Kitchens." a maid replied. "Ah and who pray is answering the phone." "Amy Bridges, maid second class, who be that." "No matter, message for Sandra, write it down please." "Look I ent got time to run bloody messages I got spuds to peel for the big eared prat." "This is the big eared prat's wife speaking so write it down." "Yes Madam, sorry Madam." she cringed. "Stick, the phone up his arse, did you get that." "Yes Madam." "The message is for Sandra, good day." Adelaide put the phone down. The sound of a low flying helicopter echoed around the palace. "Its Prince Fucking Stephen, bollocks," cried the King, "Get my Kalashnikov, I'll teach him to frighten the Corgies." demanded the King. Adelaide grabbed the phone and punched in the Valet's number. "Ralph, King's suite with his rifle now please, oh and blanks, for christs sake blanks," Adelaide ordered over the loudspeaker system to the Servants quarters. Ralph, the Kings principal Valet, appeared carrying a Kalashikov automatic rifle and a highly polished antique Lee Enfield rifle. "Good Man, come on lets scare the buggers off." The King strode out in pyjamas, slippers and dressing gown. Prince Stephen was standing by the Chinook on the lawn grinning at his mother who was standing proudly on the terrace when he saw the King and Valet approaching. "Grandfather what a nice surprise". "Not for me now sod off!" the King ordered "But Grandfather I wanted to show the lads where I live." argued the Prince. "Very thoughtful I'am sure, so introduce them," the King suggested. "Ah" "Don't even know their names do you.?" "No sir." "Right you lot fall in and you will take Luncheon with me, while your Chauffeur Prince Stephen parks the Vehicle, back at base," The King bellowed in his best Sergeant Major manner. "But Grandfather" "Don't prat me about lad, you got a certificate to fly that thing now fly it." "Excuse me sir we are on an excercise." A Lieutenant suggested. "Its my bloody Airforce" the King explained amiably, "It's a useful excercise flying single manned now go." he added. "Excuse me Sir, I am Lieutenant Arkwright, and this is Sergeant Williams and Sergeant Hartridge, we are all due back at base by fourteen hundred hours sir." "You are a bloody woman!" the King stated in surprise. "Yes sir" "Well you must brief me on the womens perspective of the modern air force and the rest of you, Attention, Right Turn, Bugger, wait for it, Bugger - Off" the King Bawled in his best parade ground manner and they scrambled for the Chinook. Prince Stephen advanced the throttles and the big machine wallowed sickeningly around between the trees as he fought to control it. "Came last on his course, fucking last, his mother pulled a few strings to get him his wings, I bet you usually fly it," The King was no fool. "Yes sir, he is going the wrong way sir." "Silly bugger, but you my dear, you must tell me about the air force." The King piled on the charm. Adelaide joined them, now dressed in an elegant suit cut to disguise her pregnancy. "Adelaide my dear, this is Lieutenant Arkwright." the King introduced her. "I don't think he has had a Lieutenant before, watch him, he may be eighty but he certainly is not past it." "Adelaide, you make me sound sex mad" the King chided. "Well you are, anything in a skirt, or in this case flying suit, no that's not fair, anything really attractive and you are just his type." "Don't worry about me Ma'am, I will do my duty" Arkwright blushed. "Prince Stephen is very upset that you won't let him see action sir" Arkwright thought to do her bit for her crew mate. "Won't let him, I been trying to get the little bugger out there since it started, make man of him being shot at eh what." the King continued. "I've been shot at and it did not make a man of me sir." "Let's get you out of that flying suit so I can get a shuftie." The King led across the lawns to the side entrance then along the corridors and up the stairs to his apartment. "So, you and my grandson, crewmates, or bed mates?" the King enquired, through the dressing room door as he dressed in a smart suit and tie. "Sir what a question!" "And the answer is?" "Not bed, back of the Chinook once." "That's better," he exclaimed. "Now let's get a look at you, strip off girl." "Now sir?" "You swore to serve the King, now is your chance." His eyes twinkled and she was in her underwear before she really thought what she was doing. She stood noble, proud, stiff upper lip as he removed her Bra and teased her nipples with his tongue, He picked up the phone, with one hand and pulled her panties down with the other, "Adelaide, could you get in here please?" He asked. Adelaide appeared within a minute or two. The King was inspecting the Lieutenant far more carefully than any Sandhurst inspection, easing her Labia open to check the delights hiding inside. "Sorry old girl, delicate this but I reckon Lieutenant, Arkwright, what is your Christian name girl?" "Christine, sir" "Yes Christine is about your size, have you got something she could borrow, formal gorgeous, you know." "I'll see," she agreed. "Is that all Sir," Carol sounded disappointed. "Yes dear for now. now cover yourself or those randy servants will be walking about with hard ons," She dressed quickly and Adelaide guided her down the corridor towards her own room, the maid Sandra found the burgundy gown Adelaide hated as she felt did not suit her colouring but suddenly on Christine it looked a million dollars. "It suits you, You may as well keep it, it never looks right with my hair, and I am not allowed to dye it, late queen and all that. The King ambled along, "Ah now you look like a Prince's wife, you can accompany me to the theatre this evening. "What are you plotting?" "Bloody little coward needs a strong woman, and she certainly fits the bill, I'll announce his engagement to Christine at the Theatre tonight and let slip he is in the Middle East." "But he is not." she pointed out. "Bloody soon will be. now slip the dress off before it gets crumpled." Adelaide was concerned, "You have a late night appointment." The King smiled, "I suppose I had better have a little practice, come my dear time to do your duty." Christine looked uncomfortable, Adelaide mis understood and suggested "You don't have to." Christine shook her head "Sorry, it's not that, but would you leave us, its embarrassing, having someone watch." Adelaide smiled "Such naivety, I shall leave you, enjoy." The King waited for Adelaide to leave. "Look you seem like a nice girl, intelligent, elegant, grand daughter material, so it's your call dear, bed or no bed." She thought, "Sir if you don't mind" He grinned, "It's all right, I have a tart coming later, but seriously, I shall make the prat marry you, if you can face living with this bunch of lunatics." "Thank you sir" she replied. "So go play with Adelaide until Dinner then we shall go and put the Actors off at the theatre tonight, I find yawning and going to sleep works well." Adelaide greeted Christine, she stripped off the Burgundy dress, hung it up and before she could dress Adelaide gently embraced her "He is getting on a bit, slowing down, but don't worry, I have some toys." Christine was curious, "You seem very close, The King, you two, more like father and daughter?" Adelaide nodded, "I'll tell you one day but there is no sex, between us, sort of surrogate father, surrogate daughter relationship, but he is great fun." They sat on the bed talking, then Adelaide rummaged in a drawer and found a large sparkling engagement ring. she tried it on Christine's finger and it was a reasonable fit, she continued to hold her hand, talking, then a gentle kiss, Christine's needs becoming manifest as Adelaide explored her secret parts, she judged them to be satisfactory and selected one of her favourite toys, with a remote control to vary the speed and amplitude of the vibrations. "I bought it for Horse Features birthday, but I found it is such good fun I bought her a bottle of ancient wine instead," Adelaide realised Christine was looking confused. "Horse features is my Husbands Tart" she explained. Christine smiled uncomfortably as Adelaide eased the toy inside her, but she was unable to resist as Adelaide changed the settings and the buzzing rose and fell, "Hold me," she asked as the excitement built to a crescendo and the flood gates of orgasmic bliss opened leaving her refreshed the tensions of the day released. "We will be great friends," Adelaide confirmed as Christine lay across her exhausted. They ate in Adelaide's sitting room then after showering and the attentions of Adelaide's dresser she set off to join the King and face the paparazzi for the first time. The show was an anticlimax, the King livened proceedings with a loud fart as the tension reached a climax, the theatre silent, then FFffffaaaaaaarrrrrrttttt, the tension lifted, the moment spoiled, yet the audience thrilled with something to tell their friends about after two and a half hours of mediocracy, and he pretended to sleep through the first Curtain call, before holding Christine's hand so the light caught the diamond on the second curtain call. Afterwards he showed her off to the press like a pimp showing off a new tart as Adelaide so elegantly described it, and Prince Stephen found himself engaged to be married as he watched TV in the barracks. Finally Christine was sent home in some style, "give the Limo a thrash," ordered the King and with Police outriders desperately trying to stay ahead, the elderly Rolls was coaxed up to rather more than its usual top speed as Christine was whisked home. Meanwhile the King relaxed and waited for his Newsreader. To be continued...