Author's note. Firstly, please read chapters 1, 2, 3 and 4. I have not put in any reminders of what happened last time; there just wasn't the room. Although this story is in the humour and satire category I have also tried to keep it sexy, and have attempted to at least touch on most genres over the full series. That means if you don't like gay, lesbian, anal, transgender or any of the other categories within Literotica then there may be bits you want to skip over. Please give it a go and let me know what you think, I enjoy getting comments, even those with creative criticism. There are six chapters and they should be put up at the rate of at least one every week. Do not expect reality, it is a fairy tale.
The story is set way before condoms, so if you want a safe sex message then I suggest that if you sneak into her bedroom at her parent's place for a quickie, you first make sure she's not a 'screamer'.
Please enjoy -- BB1212
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The pageboy was hiding. The guards had burst into the pageboy quarters looking for him, and apparently the Queen wanted to talk to him. Luckily he wasn't there at the time, but he knew he was in real trouble now. He hadn't wanted to suck the King's cock, but the Queen had made him do it, and when he had been alone with the blindfolded King he couldn't resist rubbing the royal ass and just poking his finger in a tiny little bit. The pageboy knew he liked to be touched there, and judging by the King's twitching cock, he did too. But now the Queen must have been mad the pageboy for trying to turn the King into a Queen. The pageboy was so confused; at pageboy school they had never taught them anything about this situation. All those years of study were now wasted, he thought. You didn't graduate as a pageboy until you were twenty, and he now had three years experience after that, but it was all wasted now, he could never be a pageboy again. He ducked into a room as he heard marching feet approaching. It was full of dresses, and in desperation the pageboy put one on.
"It won't work without help." A feminine voice said, and the pageboy jumped and turned around. A maid was standing there looking at him.
"What?"
"You still look far too... manly." The maid said.
"For what?" The pageboy asked.
"To get away with wearing a dress."
"I just don't want to get caught."
"Oh, but you just have been, but let me help. Now, if you want to get away with being a girl, you have to pay much more attention to colour."
"Hang on, I..."
"No, that green dress just won't do, try this blue one on, it matches your eyes."
"I'm going now." The pageboy had had enough.
"And I'll call the guards, dressed like that they'll get you easily." The pageboy hesitated, he most likely could do with some help, and she seemed ready to give it.
"OK." He said reluctantly, and took the dress off.
"Now you can't wear your normal clothes underneath," the maid said, "it looks way too obvious, take them off too." The pageboy looked around nervously.
"In here?" He asked.
"Don't worry," she said, "I've seen naked men before." He hesitated and then shrugged, what harm could it do? The pageboy took his clothes off, but was embarrassed because his cock was now half erect. He tried to hide it with his hands, but the maid was not having any of that.
"That will give you away every time." She said. "You have to get rid of it, do you want to do it or should I?" She had a hungry look in her eye as she said it.
"I... er..." The pageboy was lost for words, he suddenly felt threatened. The maid smiled.
"I'll do it." She said, and got down on her knees in front of him.
"I don't think..." The pageboy's words trailed off as her warm mouth wrapped around his cock and sucked it down. The pageboy whimpered and moaned as the maid sucked his cock with great skill. A few minutes later he felt the cum rising from his balls. "I'm gonna cum..." He said and the maid just sucked him harder, and then it happened, she swallowed the cum down as he squirted it, never missing a drop, and then she just knelt there smiling as he trembled in front of her.
"Kneel down before you fall down." The maid said, smiling. The pageboy fell to his knees in front of her, still shaking from the intense orgasm. She was smiling triumphantly, like the cat that got the cream. Well she had in a way.
"That was fantastic." The pageboy said.
"Yeah." She agreed, "it got me going too, do you want to help out?" He nodded, and she stood up in front of him and lifted her dress. The suddenly confused pageboy was looking at a hard cock.
"What the..."
"Who better to help you dress like a girl?" The maid said. "Now suck it." She pushed her cock into his mouth before he could argue. "I don't want to feel your teeth," the maid said firmly, "and use your tongue underneath, at the base of the head, yeah that's it." The pageboy learned quickly with the maid instructing him, and eventually his hand found her balls. He wondered if he should think of them as his balls, but he had pictured the maid as girl first, and it was difficult to think of her as boy, even with the evidence filling his mouth. The maid groaned in ecstasy as his hand worked back to her ass and rubbed.
"Poke a finger in." She moaned, and the pageboy did. Suddenly warm liquid filled his mouth and he could feel her ass clenching around his finger. The pageboy wanted to spit the cum out but she held his head firmly. "Swallow." She commanded, and eventually he had to as his mouth filled. She held her cock in his mouth until it started to soften, and then she took it out. "Lick the drops off." She said, and he did. The pageboy was worried. Did this make him gay? Twice now he had sucked a cock, and once he had swallowed the cum, and he actually enjoyed it. He wasn't sure what it all meant.
"Um... what next?" He asked.
"We get you dressed and then we go." She said, looking feminine again with her cock hidden under her dress.
"Where to?"
"There's a steam bath not far away," she smiled, "there's people there who will look after us." He was worried about that, but what choice did he have? There were still marching feet passing outside regularly.
The Queen was on her back on the edge of a table, with two servants holding her legs up and apart. A man was fucking her furiously, trying hard to cum in the allotted time. They were already behind schedule and might not make the record tonight.
"I'm sorry Your Highness," Ivor said to the King, "they seem to be quite slow to cum tonight." He looked worried.
"It's difficult." The King replied. He looked at Ivor and then whispered conspiratorially. "The Queen is getting a bit loose down there, you know the time that I managed to cum in her, I thought I heard it echo." Ivor struggled to hide his smile.
"Would you like something a bit tighter for yourself Your Highness? There's this little serving maid who wants to be on the show, I could arrange an audition. She is very pretty, and a virgin too." The King smiled.
"Make it so." He said happily. "It's good to be the King." A servant approached and bowed.
"Your Majesty?" The King looked.
"Yes?"
"Snot Brite's maid is worried, she hasn't been seen since yesterday." The King frowned. Where could the girl be? He nodded.