Hot Sheets (5 page)

Placing his
glans between her fleshy pussy lips, he located her sex hole and
moved forward, his veined shaft entering her fiery sheath, his
belly pressing against her taut buttocks as he completely impaled
her on his love stake. Withdrawing until her swollen outer lips
hugged his bulbous glans, he drove into her again, his knob
battering her cervix, his belly slapping her rounded buttocks as he
urgently fucked her.

"Oh, it's
heaven!" she cried, rocking her elegant form back and forth to meet
his rottweiler-style penile thrusts. "Oh, God, it's beautiful!"

"It's a shame
you're not royalty," Mike breathed as he drove his knob home again.
"I've never fucked a princess!"

"Oh, oh, it's
been so long since..."

"Since you
were well and truly fucked?"

"Yes, yes! Ah,
oh!"

Gazing at his
glistening shaft as it repeatedly withdrew from her drenched
honeypot and impaled her, Mike turned to face the door, winking and
holding a finger to his mouth as Trudie appeared with a tray of
coffee. Staring in disbelief at the un-royal tableau, perplexed as
to how Mike had pulled the gasping princess, she placed the tray on
a side table and discreetly joined the copulating pair on the bed.
Reaching beneath Mike's swinging balls, she massaged the whimpering
lovely's swollen clitoris with her vibrating fingertips, desperate
to drink the juices of lust from her drenched vaginal duct.

"Coming!" Mike
gasped, his glans swelling within the wailing woman's contracting
vaginal sheath as his sperm coursed up his penile shaft. His belly
loudly slapping her quivering buttocks as her clitoris erupted in
orgasm beneath Trudie's massaging fingertips, Mike loosed his
spunk, his bulbous glans throbbing as his male cream jetted from
his purple plum, bathing her hot cervix, filling her burning cunt
to the brim.

"Oh, oh!" the
rogue royal cried as Trudie forced a finger deep into her
bottom-hole. "Ah, that's nice! Oh, ah, Shangri-la!" Massaging
Elizabeth's inner anal flesh and caressing her pulsating cherry,
Trudie sensed her own pleasure button swell, her juices of arousal
seeping from her hot lust pot and trickling over her inflamed pussy
lips.

Lost in her
sexual euphoria as Mike released his spent cock from Elizabeth's
snug roost and moved aside, Trudie slipped her finger out of the
woman's bottom-hole and lay on the bed with her head between
Elizabeth's thighs. Lapping up the spunk and girl-juice oozing from
her inflamed sex cavern, Trudie lifted her skirt and massaged her
own joy-bud, taking herself to a shuddering orgasm as she licked
between Elizabeth's rubicund vaginal lips, drinking from her hot
lust duct.

The royal
impersonator rocking her naked body, sliding her gaping sex valley
back and forth over Trudie's hungry mouth, her darting tongue, she
reached another mind-blowing orgasmic eruption. Crying out in her
new-found utopia, she opened her eyes and gazed in horror between
her swinging breasts.

"Oh, a girl!"
she shrieked, gazing in horror at the slurping Trudie. "Oh, my God,
it's a girl! Ah, one's arriving in a girl's mouth!"

"Don't you
like it?" Mike asked, sitting at the top of the bed, his legs
either side of Elizabeth's head, his erect penis wet with her sex
milk.

"I... I've
never had a girl... oh, one's arriving again!"

"Suck this
while she licks your cunt out!" Mike chuckled wickedly, offering
her his swollen prick as she raised her head to observe him.

Opening her
mouth, Elizabeth sucked Mike's ballooning knob inside, her tongue
running over his salty glans, her taste buds alive with the heady
blend of their mingled sex juices. Moaning through her nose,
oscillating her head, repeatedly taking his purple globe to the
back of her throat as her earth-shuddering climax rolled on, the
exotic Princess Wannabe had truly found her Shangri-la.

Locked in the
three-way coupling, she prayed for Mike to spill his wild seed and
fill her gobbling mouth with his orgasmic fluid. Sucking and
mouthing on his solid organ as her clitoris erupted within Trudie's
hot mouth again, her naked body shuddering, she emitted a low moan
through her nose as the sex-geyser jetted, filling her cheeks.
Swallowing hard, taking Mike's knob between her lips and sweeping
her tongue over his throbbing plum as he gasped his pleasure, she
licked and sucked until she'd drained his rolling balls.

"That was
something else!" Mike grinned as his saliva-wet penis slipped from
the panting bitch's sperm-drenched mouth. "God, that was good!"

"Ah, no! One's
arriving again!" Elizabeth whimpered as Trudie's tongue snaked its
way up her yawning sex groove and caressed her swollen clitoris.
"Ah, don't stop! One's arriving again!"

Slipping off
the bed, Mike pulled his trousers on, grinning at the pretty
females locked in their beautiful act of lesbian lust. Trudie's
slender fingers masturbating her own throbbing clitoris as she
sucked out Elizabeth's orgasm, the girl was oblivious to Mike as he
opened the door and slipped out of the room. Wails of female
pleasure drifting down the hall, he descended the stairs to
reception, his penis wet, half-erect as he recalled the incredible
sex scene.

"Ah, Mike,"
Dave greeted his boss, ambling across the foyer from the kitchen.
"Where have you been?"

"I was... I've
been busy."

"I've searched
everywhere for you."

"You shouldn't
have bothered. Did the breakfasts go all right?"

"Yes, all
done. Mike, I must talk to you about..."

"Where's
Goldie?"

"Gone into
town to get something from the chemist for Colonel Buckshot. Mike,
I've just heard on the radio..."

"Do you know
if Paul's cleared out room forty-two yet?"

"Yes, he
has."

"Ah, good!
Things are about to look up, Dave! OK, so what's on the
agenda?"

"Trudie told
me that there's a princess staying here."

"Huh, she's no
more a princess than I'm the fucking Pope's prick!"

"She is a
princess."

"No, she goes
round conning..."

"I've just
heard on the radio that Princess Christina of Skythuania has done a
runner. She was last seen taking the Norwich train from London
and..."

"Princess
Christina?"

"Yes,
she..."

"The Norwich
train?"

"Yes,
apparently she was disillusioned with..."

"Christ, I've
just fucked a real princess!"

"What?"

"I've just
fucked Princess Christina! And Trudie's... oh, my God! Right, don't
panic, everything's under control! Shit, I need a fucking drink!"
Mike gasped, heading for the bar. "I've just fucked a royal cunt,
and spunked in a majestic mouth!"

Sitting dazed at the bar, Mike knocked back several neat
vodkas, wondering why the princess hadn't let him call the police.
Perhaps she likes a good fuck now and then, he pondered, recalling
her curvaceous naked body, her right royal yawning vaginal
slit.
I know I do
.
Whether she'd liked it or not, dipping his cock into a royal cunt
was cause for celebration!

The lunches
over, he leaned on the bar, gulping down yet another vodka,
wondering what the hell Trudie had been doing in the princess's
room for the last few hours. Dave had been complaining about a
missing baking potato, Goldie hadn't returned from the chemist and
Paul was unconscious on the floor behind the bar. This place will
be the death of me, Mike concluded, rubbing his forehead.

Recalling Dave's philosophical words, he smiled.
Life's rather like my cock; it has its ups and
downs
. It was ironic.
You emerge from a fanny then spend a lifetime trying to get
back
. Downing another large vodka, he
focussed on Goldie's long stockinged legs as she drifted into the
bar. Wondering why all he ever thought about were girls' tight, wet
cunts, his thoughts turned to Goldie - to her wet cunt!

"Where the
hell have you been?" he snapped.

"I went to the
chemist for..."

"That was
hours ago!"

"There was a
long queue."

"Fuck me, it
couldn't have been that long! What were they queuing up for - cut-
price strawberry-flavoured condoms?"

"Walking back,
I was delayed," the blonde doll replied, her clear blue eyes
reflecting guilt.

"You have no
business being delayed. Where were you delayed?"

"Well, I... I
went into a pub and there was this hulk of a man..."

"Holy piss
flaps! I ought to twist your clitoris off!"

"He was so
big, Mike!"

"I'll knock
two hours pay off your wages for fucking in the firm's time! Now
that you're here, you'd better get behind the bar. Paul, as is
usual for this time of day, is unconscious."

"Where is
he?"

"In an
alcoholic coma."

"Might he
die?"

"With any
luck! He's down there, on the floor behind the bar. Mind you don't
trip over him. If you do, make sure you kick him in the bollocks -
hard!"

"Can't we move
him? I can hardly serve drinks with him lying there, I might drip
spunk all over him."

"Bloody hell,
I suppose so."

Moving behind the bar, Mike grabbed Paul's feet and dragged
him across the floor, dumping his alcohol-saturated body behind a
sofa.
Who says life's not a bloody obstacle
race?
Sighing as he resumed his seat at the
bar, he looked up at the notice Paul had pinned to the wall. I
suppose he has his uses, he deliberated, manipulating his
cunt-sticky cock through his trousers.
Noble knobs! I've fucked a real princess!

"Large scotch
please, you naughty little filly!" Grinning as he wandered into the
bar, the balding colonel eyed Goldie's microskirt, the milk-white
bands of flesh above her stocking tops. "How are things, Hunt, old
man?" he brayed, plonking himself next to Mike.

"Things are
fine, Colonel."

"I see you're
in the local paper."

"I am not in
the... Was your lunch all right?"

"Ye Gods! The
damned cucumber was off, all soft and gooey!"

"Really? I'll
have a word with the chef."

"Tasted like a
prostitute's bottom-hole, don't you know."

"How do you know what a... I'm surprised it was off, the fruit
and veg are delivered fresh every day."
Well, almost
.

"I suppose the
breakfast could be classed as passable. Which reminds me, I
preferred the gobbling that was going on beneath the table at
breakfast rather than above it!" the colonel chuckled, winking at
Goldie.

"Beneath the
table?" Mike frowned.

"Er... your
scotch, Colonel," Goldie smiled nervously, her face flushing as she
passed the ageing lech his drink.

"Ah, top hole
- or bottom-hole, what! Haw, haw, haw! I'll pay you for the other
service later, you young hussy. Well, down the hatch! Bottoms up,
and all that." Downing his drink in one gulp, he grinned at Goldie.
"Did you, er... did you get what I wanted from the chemist?"

Leaping to his
feet as the princess materialized in the doorway wearing a short,
turquoise skirt, Mike made his excuses to the colonel and hurried
over to the alluring royal. Taking her hand, his face flushing with
guilt and embarrassment, he led her to a secluded corner table and
pulled out a chair.

"Forgive me,
Your Royalness, I'm so sorry about..." he began as she sat down,
her virginal white silk blouse falling open to reveal her full bra,
her regal cleavage. "Apparently, Your Highness's disappearance was
mentioned on the radio. I thought you were a common, plebeian
slag-bag of a fucking slut. Oh, I'm terribly sorry! For a cultured
man I appear to be somewhat uncouth at times."

"Yes, I'd
noticed! So you now believe that I'm a princess?"

"Yes, I do,
Your Stately Imperialness. You see, the police..."

"Today has
been the best day of my life," the radiant young woman smiled, her
pink tongue provocatively licking her succulent red lips. "You
can't imagine what it's like being cooped up in a palace surrounded
by armed guards and..."

"Do you mind
if I sit with you, Your Royal, Noble Majesticness?"

"Of course
not. And, please, call me Elizabeth."

"Elizabeth,
yes. Oh, I'm sorry - my name's Mike. Elizabeth, why did you allow
me to... I mean, seeing as you really are a princess, why didn't
you let me ring the police?"

"Because,
sexually, I'm a sadly neglected woman. I enjoy sex but, because of
my station in life, it's denied me. Besides, the police would have
contacted my family and I'd have been sent home. I'm not
promiscuous, as you might think, it's just that I rarely have the
opportunity of achieving sexual fulfilment - other than on the odd
occasion when my father forces me to...."

"Your
father?"

"Yes, the laws
are different in my country."

"You mean to
say that he..."

"He makes the
laws."

"Oh, I see.
Don't you have a partner?"

"No, it's not
permitted. My father's very old fashioned, he likes to keep sex
within the family. When you told me to take my underwear off and
show you my..."

"Did my
uncouth, vulgar, common crudity shock you?"

"Initially, I
was shocked - but I then felt elated, my stomach somersaulted. Your
vulgar words did something to me, roused a sleeping instinct, an
inner desire."

"Your
clitoris?"

"Pardon?"

"Was your
clitoris roused?"

"Yes, indeed
it was!"

"How come your
English is so good? You're from Skyth... Sky..."

"Skythuania. I
was educated in England, at Roedean. I spent fifteen years
here."

"Ah, Roedean!
I once tried to get a job there as the matron, but that's another
story. Bloody judge sent me down for five... so, what will you do
now?"