Page 12 of The Prince and His Bodyguards
Then, he kneels before me, taking to his knees on the cool stone surface. His loincloth flutters upwards for a moment and I gasp, seeing the enormous member underneath. Oh my god. I can’t do this. I can’t, I can’t, I can’t, and yet my womanhood begins gushing with desire upon the sight of that hard wood. But before I can say anything, his mouth fastens on my clit and I let out a wail of pleasure.
“Ooooh,” is my moan. “Oh yes.”
He backs off my swollen folds for a moment, looking up at me with a gleam in his black eyes. To my shame, his mouth and chin are already glistening from my nectar, and he leans forward to lick my clit again before grinning at me.
“You taste like sugar, sweetheart,” he rasps. Then he calls over his shoulder. “My prince. Your inspection?”
The tall man in the back rises to his feet and strides towards us. That’s when I see his features clearly, and goodness, but this man is handsome. He’s got a high forehead, as well as a Roman nose and a mouth so sensuous that it would look good on a woman. Not only that, but his blue eyes burn like fire as he takes in my curvy form.
“Show me,” the prince barks.
Rizza nods and gently trails his finger along my pussy folds. Then he takes two fingers and holds my lushness open, baring my stiff clit and tiny hole for the prince to see. The insides of my cunt are pink and glistening already, swollen with need and I cry out with shame as a drop of girl juice coagulates at my hole before slowly dripping down, creating a creamy trail.
“She’s beautiful,” he prince rasps, grasping my chin with one big hand. The gesture is masterful and dominant, and I stare into his gaze, my heart fluttering. “So fucking gorgeous. But we’re nowhere near done yet. Proceed.”
Rizza grunts his assent and kneels before me again, licking up that trail of female cream. Then he plunges his tongue into my pussy, fucking me with his mouth and I cry out again, breasts bobbling.
“Oooh!” is my breathy gasp. “Unnh!”
Meanwhile, Mizhir is busy too. He kneels in back of me and gestures for the prince.
“My liege,” he growls. “For your pleasure.”
Sure enough, the prince strides behind me as the huge man places two big hands on my bottom before pulling the white moons apart.
“Oh my god!” I squeal. “Stop, stop!”
I’m so embarrassed because the man is literally revealing my anus to his liege lord, and reflexively, I clench back there as if that would make a difference.
“She’s small,” the prince remarks in a deep voice before reaching one finger forward to lightly tap that tiny spot. “And sensitive too,” he rasps as both men watch my anal pleats shrink in on themselves before releasing once again. “Take her,” he commands.
“With pleasure, my liege,” Mizhir rasps. Then, the huge guard gets to his knees in back of me and begins rimming my tiny anal canal. A loud wail bursts from my lungs as I feel the tongues of two men licking me front and back. Oh my god, this is incredibly wrong! I’ve never even been with two men before, so a threesome is new to me, and it feels insane. Yet, why is the prince ordering his guards to train me this way? What does he get from observing a threesome?
My eyes flicker a bit, focusing on the handsome prince and I see that he’s watching avidly, those blue eyes eating up my curvy form as I’m pleasured by his manservants. It feels good, to be honest, and my skin heats under his gaze as my nipples stiffen even more. But the prince doesn’t touch me, although he smiles with sadistic pleasure seeing how my nips look like hard pebbles now.
“Does it hurt, baby?” he asks in a low voice. “Your tits look so swollen and tight at the moment.”
But I can’t answer because I’m lost in a haze of pleasure. Mizhir and Rizza give me a few last hard suckles on my clit and asshole before Mizhir lies down below me so that I’m poised to do a reverse cowgirl.
“I want you to sit on this,” he rasps, gripping his huge cock. The glans is gleaming with fluid already, a stream of semen following the trail of a pulsing vein. But I stare down at him.
“How?” I whisper. “I’m standing, and you know I’m manacled.”
That’s where Rizza comes in. The other bodyguard begins cranking a winch attached to the wooden stand, and slowly, my arms are lowered. Instinctively, I begin to crouch as well, even as my arms descend.
“That’s right,” Rizza rasps. “We’ll let you down so that you can ride him, honey. It’ll feel good.”
I nod, sweet fluid already dripping from my hole as my breasts sway.
“Mmm, yes,” I murmur. “I’m happy to.”
Mizhir lets out a harsh chuckle beneath me.
“We knew you were a slut,” he rasps. “You can do it, Ali.”
But when I assume a full crouch above the handsome guard, ready to plunge my pussy down on that enormous shaft, Mizhir clucks below me.
“No, sweetheart. This cock goes in your asshole. Then I feel his huge hand fumble between my thighs until his massive pole is positioned at my back door. I wrench around to stare at him with frightened eyes.