Diana James Camilla And Charles

(Author's note - this follows the last story, "Diana Investigates" As the tags indicate, there is pee drinking involved.)

When James returned to her bedroom, at Buckingham Palace, Diana was waiting on her bed, lying on her side, her head resting on a pillow. James moved to the side of the bed, standing silently in front of her. He leaned down to kiss her and then resumed his stance.

"My turn," Diana said softly with a smile.

She eased over to the edge of the bed, lifted her head and opened her mouth. James waited until she engulfed his limp penis. This was one little game that she enjoyed, worshipping him.

He watched her bobbing her head back and forth, slowly taking him inch by inch as he became harder and harder. Normally she would get him erect and then roll over on her back so he could mount her missionary. She continued sucking him a little longer than usual before she stopped and looked up at him.

"I owe you a special favor; would you like to finish....?"

"No, I want to use your body and come deep inside you," he replied.

Diana started to roll onto her back, but James stopped her.

"Don't move; stay on your side."

He climbed onto the bed behind her. He knew she would still be wet from the orgasm he had just given her. As she lay on her side, he moved her into a fetal position and pressed the tip of his erection between her thighs.

The position and the angle surprised her; her tightness aroused him even further. He eased his cock inside her and then began slow thrusts against her. He put a hand on the top of her thigh and probed her deeply each time. The sounds of sex, the scent, the moans, filled the room.

Diana moaned more and more as James continued stretching her. Her warm wetness let him slide in and out with ease. After a long time, but sooner than usual, James could feel the inevitable about to happen.

"I can't hold it much longer, my love," he panted.

"On my nipples, then," she replied.

James pulled free as Diana rolled onto her back. James moved forward as she moved towards him, underneath as his hand aimed his cock. Groaning with each spurt, he covered each of her nipples with his cum until he was spent.

He leaned down and kissed her passionately. She returned the kiss, her arms clinging around his neck.

"I love you so. Why didn't you let me finish inside you?"

"I just wanted to see it; did you mind?"

"Of course not, I was just curious."

"Next time, I promise. I like to feel it in me, I really do."

James went after a towel and while Diana was cleaning up, Camilla was celebrating with Charles elsewhere, at Kensington Palace.

"Charles, do you know what day it is?" Camilla asked.

"It's Thursday; should you be somewhere else?"

"No, silly. This is the anniversary of our first sexual date years ago. Don't you remember?"

"I don't remember the day of the week or the actual date, but I could never forget that day; surely you know that?"

"Tell me, then. Tell me exactly how it went."

"As I recall, we were trying to avoid feeling guilty about cheating on our spouses."

"And that's when you decided to refer to me, your lover, as Gladys."

"And I became your Fred or Freddie."

"And you suggested that having oral sex wouldn't actually be cheating."

"Yes, I suppose I did."

"You did, Freddie, but I think you just wanted me to suck on your willie and to get your face between my legs."

"And it worked, as I vividly recall," Charles said with a smile.

"In celebration of that day, I think we should repeat it, especially now that we know what we know about each other. What do you think, Freddie?"

"I think I should like that very much, Gladys."

"Then let's undress while you tell me what happened that day, with details."

Charles undressed but watched Camilla taking off her clothes. There had always been something about her that aroused him and made him feel vulnerable.

"Once we finished breakfast and I suggested we have sex, you used your mouth on me for an unbearably long time, and when I gave warning that I needed to finish, you stopped, leaving me dripping and panting for more."

"That's a woman's secret, Freddie; always leave them wanting more."

"Yes, but then we sat through lunch completely nude while you verbally teased me."

"You can't imagine how exciting it is to see a man fully erect, pulsing and dripping but not allowed to touch himself."

"It was excruciating; I suffered, Gladys."

"But you so loved it. Go on."

Charles and Camilla were both naked now, emersed in their roles as Freddie and Gladys.

"After lunch, I let you tie me up..."

"Oh! That was so exciting, having complete control over you!"

"But I would have behaved, Gladys, you didn't have to restrain me!"

"Ah, but I did, for what I had in mind. Go on, my love."

"And then, standing over my head, squatting down and feeding me the way you did; it was the most arousing thing I'd ever experienced."

"Once I had you immobile, I stuffed jam all up inside me; I was so wet I worried you wouldn't be able to taste the jam."

"But I did, elderberry, as I recall."

"It was the only one handy, but I know how you enjoyed it."

Camilla was sitting on a chaise lounge as Charles was speaking. At this point, she had a hand rubbing between her thighs. Charles looked down at his crotch.

"Now, look what you've done, just making me talk about it. I'm rock hard."

"Then come here, Freddie, and let me suck you until you whimper and beg."

"Must I beg to finish? Always?"

"Mm-hm," she said as her mouth captured his erection.

Many long minutes later, as Charles stood in front of Camilla, his legs began to shake and he knew he was close.

"Gladys, please?" he asked, just once.

Camilla smiled around his cock, winked and nodded slightly. Her mouth continued to work him until he spewed his load down her throat. She never faltered, sucking with the same pace, milking him just as she always did.

Later, when they were dressed, Camilla led Charles to the royal stables. She led him into an empty stall and took off her riding pants and her knickers. Charles looked at her with confusion.

"Do you fancy a shag here in the stall?" He asked.

"No, Freddie, I'm going to feed you a different treat. Lie down."

"What? In the bloody straw?"

"It's our anniversary and this is your anniversary present; Lie. Down."

Of course, he did because she had complete control over Charles.

Once on his back in the straw, Charles suspected her intent.

Camilla stood with a food on either side of his head and squatted down. He expected to be told to lick her cunt, which always turned him on.

Instead, she hovered just above his mouth.

"Open up, Freddie, and enjoy my champagne for our anniversary, and then you can lick me clean."