Hot Sheets (11 page)

It had been a
bastard of a morning so far, he surmised. What with Knickerlace,
the right little bastard Gill, the burst pipe, the exploding
cooker, Mrs Squeezeasy masturbating in the cupboard... Just another
day in the riotous life of Stokepot Towers, he philosophised,
pressing a glass to the vodka optic.

Checking the
bookings at midmorning, Mike's mood brightened. "Ah, the family of
three," he rejoiced aloud, thinking of the money.

"What about
them?" Goldie asked as she breezed across the foyer in her French
maid outfit, her blue eyes smiling, her long golden locks cascading
over her pert breasts.

"They arrive
at lunch time. Where the hell have you been?"

"Dave sent me
out to buy a new cooker," she said softly. "It's being delivered
this afternoon."

"Oh, is it
now? And how much did it cost me?"

"They're going
to send you the bill."

"Answer the
question, Goldie! Unless you want a damned good tit thrashing!"

"Not far short
of a grand."

"Suck my
throbbing prick! Right, Dave can pay half! What does he propose to
do about lunch? Without a cooker, he can't cook. He's like a
prostitute without a cunt, he can't work."

"I don't know.
By the way, the princess wants you. She's in bed."

"Is she now?
Right, I'll go and see her. Is it beyond your capability to man
reception?"

"No, of course
it's not. I do a better job than you."

"Don't be
ridiculous. No one does a better job than me; I'm the proprietor -
akin to God."

"At least I
don't swear in front of the punters."

"I don't
fucking swear, either!"

"Yes you do,
you're always swearing."

"It's my
prerogative. How's your cunt?"

"Wet, hot,
tight, and in need of a hard cock!" Goldie giggled, thrusting her
hand up her short skirt and scooping her girl juice out of her hot
sex crack.

"OK, I'll
fulfil your disgusting feminine needs after I've fucked the
princess," Mike conceded, watching the girl suck her cunt-sticky
fingers.

Leaping up the stairs, his penis solid, his heavy balls
rolling in anticipation, he knew that the princess would be in dire
need of a damned good seeing to. Even if she wasn't, she'd be seen
to anyway! Tapping on the door, he wondered whether to take his
royal guest to room sixty-nine and really put her through her
paces.
Give her majestic buttocks a royal
caning!

"Come in!"
Elizabeth called sweetly.

"Good
morning," Mike smiled as he glided over to the bed. "You wanted to
see me?"

"Yes, I've
decided to go home today."

"Oh, that's a
shame. I was hoping you'd stay on for a week or two."

"I'm not going
until the afternoon so there's plenty of time. I want to ask you a
great favour, Mike."

A favour? Mike
contemplated, focusing on the beauty's wet tongue as she licked her
luscious red lips provocatively. Her hazel eyes sparkling as she
flashed him a salacious smile, he knew she wanted a sexual favour.
Most likely a damn good fucking before she returned to her own
cock-eyed country! This was his last chance to have a royal fuck
and he wasn't going to miss the opportunity to drive his fiery
weapon deep into her highness's tight anal passage and spunk in her
dank dungeon!

"The
favour..." the princess began tentatively, tugging the bedclothes
down to expose her luscious mammary mounds, her alert nipples. "You
have two men working for you. Would they oblige me by... by coming
to my room and..."

"Ah, you want
them to join you in your bed?"

"Yes, and you,
Mike."

"You really
are making the most of your stay! OK, who do you want first?"

"I want all
three of you at once," the royal hussy grinned, tweaking her
delectable milk teats.

"As your
humble servant, your wish is my command, My Lady."

"I don't want
you to think that I'm a common slut, it's just that..."

"A filthy,
dirty, common, fucking slut? Oh, I'm sorry! No, I don't think
anything of the sort! You want a leaving present, something to
remember your stay at Stokepot Towers. There's nothing wrong with
that, is there?"

"You're very
understanding, thank you. I've read about group sex and, well, I'd
like three men. One in my mouth, one in my pussy and one... well,
you know."

"Certainly,
Your Majesticness. Your every perverted wish is my command."

Imagining
himself spunking deep inside the princess's pussy with the chef
shafting her tight bottom-hole while Paul spermed in her mouth,
Mike wondered whether to suggest that Trudie and Goldie join in
with the royal debauchery. Three cocks, three cunts, three clits,
six tits, six milk buds... the possibilities were endless!

Lifting the
bedside phone, he rang reception and ordered Goldie to send Dave
and Paul up to Elizabeth's room. They'd give the princess a right
royal send-off, he mused. Or come-off. Send her back to her country
brimming with the finest British spunk.

"Elizabeth,
might I suggest that you come up to room sixty-nine?" Mike grinned
as he replaced the receiver. "I think you'll be pleasantly
surprised by my range of sex equipment."

"Sex
equipment?" she echoed as she slipped out of bed, her curvaceous,
naked body glowing alluringly in the sunlight streaming in through
the window as she stood before him.

"Yes, I have a
fully equipped sex room. If you want a really good time, I suggest
you experience the sensual delights I have to offer."

"Oh, a sex
room!" Elizabeth giggled, slipping her dressing gown on. "Yes, I'd
love to experience the sensual delights of your sex room!"

"Good, I
thought you'd be pleased. Follow me."

Leaving the
room with his unlikely pioneering punter as Paul and Dave ambled
along the hall, Mike ordered the baffled young men to accompany him
to room sixty-nine. They'd be only too willing to serve Elizabeth,
he knew! They'd be only too happy to assist him in giving his
aristocratic guest the triple fucking of her life! Over the frame
or on the bed? he pondered, trying to work out how to have the
royal lust holes simultaneously fucked.

"Welcome to
room sixty-nine!" Mike beamed proudly, leading Elizabeth through
the doorway.

"Oh!" she
gasped as she cast her eyes around the room. "How interesting! I've
read about people talking dirty during sex, I want you all to talk
dirty to me."

"It'll be our
pleasure!" Mike enthused. "Right, you two, Her Royalness requires a
triple fucking. Paul, you'll take her mouth, Dave, her pussy, and
I'll fulfil Her Highness's disgusting wish by shafting her tight
bum-hole with my fucking great cock."

"You're fine
young men!" Elizabeth beamed, slipping her satin gown off her
shoulders and displaying her naked beauty to their bulging eyes.
"Now, where do you want me?"

"Dave, you lie
on the floor with Elizabeth on all fours above you. Shove your cock
up her hot cunt and I'll kneel behind her and fuck her tight
arsehole," Mike ordered the flabbergasted chef. "Paul, you can
kneel on the floor with your knob in her royal mouth and spunk down
her throat."

"I want you
all naked," Elizabeth ordered huskily, tugging at Paul's trousers.
"All three of you, completely naked. And talk really dirty to
me."

Hurriedly
removing their clothes, the three men stood proudly before Her
Royal Highness, their penises standing to attention, their knobs
shining in the sunlight, awaiting permission to enter their
assigned noble orifices. Ordering the chef to lie on the floor, the
princess knelt astride his erect penis, resting her weight on her
hands as he positioned his knob between her gaping cunt lips and
swiftly drove his love stake home. Kneeling on the floor, Paul
offered his bulbous glans to Elizabeth's open mouth as she lifted
her head and gazed in awe at the purple plum wavering before her
wide eyes.

"That just
leaves me!" Mike chuckled, kneeling either side of Dave's legs and
parting the princess's royal bottom orbs as she sucked Paul's knob
to the back of her throat. Pressing his glans against her tight
brown ring, Mike managed to slip his crown into her tight orifice,
his heavy balls resting on Dave's as he drove his veined shaft deep
into the royal dungeon.

Gasping, her
naked body impaled on three massive cocks, the princess began to
rock back and forth as she gobbled on Paul's swelling knob. Her
holes bloated, her inner sex flesh sensuously massaged by the
pistoning purple-headed warriors, she began to quiver as Mike
reached between her yawning cunny lips and massaged her jewel. Her
blue blood flowing red, engorging her swollen cunt lips, flushing
her ballooning cheeks, she'd truly discovered Shangri La.

Watching his
broad shaft repeatedly emerge and drive into her tightening anal
sheath as his balls collided with Dave's, Mike stretched her bottom
spheres apart, exposing her taut brown flesh hugging his pistoning
penile rod. Praying that his sperm would jettison in time with
Paul's and Dave's, he quickened his clitoral massaging, taking the
abused princess ever closer to her sexual crown.

"OK, let's really give it to her!" he cried, fucking her
velveteen arsehole with a vengeance as Dave repeatedly lifted his
buttocks off the floor, ramming his cockhead deep into the woman's
trembling body. "Let's give the dirty, sex-starved little bitch the
three-way shagging of her life!" Wishing he'd invited the girls to
join in, Mike imagined them sucking on Elizabeth's neglected
nipples, taking the woman to hitherto unknown depths of sexual
perversity.
There'll be plenty of time for
that later
.

Her naked body
perspiring, trembling uncontrollably, the princess moaned her moans
of pleasure through her nose as she sucked on the solid knob
fucking her wet mouth. Her vaginal sheath inflamed, her anal tube
hot, burning with the rectal fucking, she rocked back and forth,
taking herself ever closer to her shuddering climax.

"Coming!" Dave
groaned, his penis swelling within the princess's gripping
cunt.

"Ah, and me!"
Paul rejoined, his knob gliding over her snaking tongue.

"Wait for me,
lads!" Mike gasped, ramming his tool in and out of her tightening
anal duct. "Ah, God! God, I'm... I'm there! I'm coming! Spunking up
the royal bitch's arse!"

Sperm jetting
over her sweeping tongue, filling her contracting cunt, bathing her
inner anal flesh, the princess shuddered as her own orgasm erupted
within her pulsating clitoris, taking her to the summit of her
sexual deviance. Lust juices and spunk pouring from her brimming
pussy hole as she swallowed Paul's gushing sperm, she squeezed her
pelvic muscles, gripping the thrusting penises within her velveteen
sex ducts as her naked body shook violently with the incredible
shockwaves of orgasm.

"Christ,
you've got a beautiful arse!" Mike gasped, ramming his swollen
glans deep into her sperm-drenched rectal tube, his belly slapping
her tensed buttocks. "I'm going to miss fucking you!"

"And I'm going
to miss you - all of you!" Elizabeth breathed as she slipped Paul's
spent knob out of her jismed mouth.

"What a
beautiful cunt!" Dave rejoined, jetting the last of his spunk over
her hot cervix as he propelled his knob deep into her vaginal
sheath. "A right royal fuck!"

Collapsing in
a heap of trembling limbs, gasping, wet with the sweat of debased
sex, they lay resting in the aftermath of their shuddering orgasms.
Her lust holes lovingly gripping the flaccid penises, the princess
rhythmically tightened and relaxed her pelvic muscles, squeezing
the remnants of sperm from the men's cocks. Holding her hips, Mike
pressed his belly to her rounded buttocks, his knob absorbing the
inner heat of her fiery core as his penis deflated.

She'd been
well and truly fucked, he mused as he slowly slid his glistening
shaft out of her sperm-wet arsehole. Now she could return to her
own country a fully-experienced woman. But there was one more
experience she ought to enjoy, he decided, focusing on the cat of
nine tails standing ominously in the corner of the room.

"Elizabeth,"
he whispered as he climbed to his feet. "Elizabeth, stand up."

"What is it?"
she asked wearily as she raised her hips, slipping Dave's dripping
penis from her burning cunt.

"Stand up,"
Mike repeated, taking the royal arm and yanking her up
unceremoniously.

Positioning
Elizabeth before the frame, he gently but firmly bent her over the
padded bar, his cock stiffening again as he gazed at the sperm
oozing from her inflamed sex holes, dripping on the carpet between
her feet. Taking a length of rope, he quickly lashed her wrists to
her lower legs before she realized what he was up to. Stroking the
unblemished taut skin covering her firm buttocks, he grinned at
Dave and Paul as they clambered to their feet.

"What are you
doing?" Elizabeth asked in her sexual haze, trying to free her
hands as Mike grabbed the whip.

"I'm going to
give you something to ensure that you never forget your stay in
England," he smiled, raising the leather tails above his head.
"Look upon this as a souvenir from Stokepot Towers."

"A souvenir?
What am I going to take home with me?"

"Weals!" Mike
chuckled. "Dozens of weals across your beautiful royal
buttocks!"

Bringing the
tails down as Paul and Dave looked on with glee, Mike lashed the
princess's majestic bottom-orbs. Crying out, begging for mercy as
sperm jetted from her tightening lust ducts, she was powerless to
halt the gruelling thrashing. The tails cracking across her
buttocks again and again, her body jolting, her pleas went unheard
as Paul and Dave sat on the floor and painfully squeezed and
twisted her erect nipples.