The birth of her first child could not have been any better. Actually. According to newspaper reports by the boulevard press Duchess Kaye gave birth to her son completely without palliative painkillers in a natural way.
Of course they couldn't keep it as a secret: While the 31 year-old Kaye flew with her famous husband, also 31 years old, and the new born heir to the throne to her parent's estate to escape from the media attention each and every newspaper was publishing details of the childbirth.
At the beginning of last week Kaye arrived in the early morning nearly unrecognized by the public at St. Mary's Hospital in the Capital City. She stayed in the most luxurious part of the hospital just like former members of the Royal Family. As the labor started, four midwives were taking care of her. The almost 70 year-old leading gynecologist supervised the prominent patient via a monitor together with his two assistants. Everything went well without any unexpected surprises. Almost. Kaye succeeded to stand the nearly eleven hours of ongoing labor without strong painkillers. The birth, highly expected by the whole world, went nearly without any problems, at least without loud screaming or any special difficulties. The greater the excitement got as the speechless hospital employees gave the duchessΒ΄ son in her arms for the first time just before her pale husband arrived.
The skin color of the child was black.
A few months before the childbirth.
Kaye nodded her head a few times determinedly. Her breath was going heavy while she wiped the sticky hair from her forehead. Her greedy pussy was itching. Her eyes were flickering. She loved the sound of Jamal's voice. Low and manly. Completely different from the whimpering organ of her royal husband, just the sound of a simple word made her shiver. The imagination that this black dockworker she hardly knew would conquer her well-protected pussy and fulfill her child wish finally excited her massively.
Jamal was quite attractive, maybe looking slightly rude. Big, athletic, well trained by long-time hard physical work, the long black hair bound to a braid, hanging down almost to his sexy ass. His age? 25? 30? Probably somewhere in between.
Jamal had torn her expensive designer dress simply over her head. Beyond the worthy fabric at the price of his year's salary a black garter belt and sinful tender silk lingerie came to light. Silk stockings and elegant red high heels made the look perfect.
With a well-trained movement, Jamal freed her from her silk bra, which fell down to the ground heedlessly. Kaye held her breath as she felt his strong hands at her panties. She was moaning. What was she doing here? She felt how wet her pussy already was. Jamal seemed to be not excited at all. This made her excitement grow even stronger. He had freed her from her silk panties. Kaye felt herself completely delivered to him. Now there was no turning back. They were alone. Jamal's friends were gone. Kaye was lying in front of him, naked. Only for him she had shaved herself completely, she had never done that for her husband.
"You are beautiful." Jamal whispered the words into her ear and came closer to her lips. She gave him a kiss, tender as for a beloved husband, maybe this was the real cheat already. Kaye took a deep breath, the luscious scent of her own pussy rose into her nose. She knew that these were her fertile days. She looked up to Jamal at his cock, already erected to his full length.