Note- I have nothing but admiration for the Prince and Princess of Wales, and it is evident that they adore each other and have happily raised three cute children. Quite a contrast to the lying, despicable cry babies that are Harry and the evil witch he wed. The following story is just a bit of fluff and not meant to slander.
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"Oh, for heavens sake, Wills. I know you can't help the hair loss, nor losing your good looks, but surely you can get it up once in a while. We haven't had proper sex in months."
The Princess of Wales got out of bed and straightened out her newly purchased baby doll nightie. Specially chosen to help turn on her impotent husband.
William rolled onto his side in the king sized bed and sighed.
"I've been under considerable stress, as you are well aware. What with Father becoming King. Harry being a total tosser. And not to mention the American She Devil."
To say things of late had become difficult for him would be to deliver a massive understatement.
Wanting nothing more than for his own libido to return, and to rediscover the intimacy of his elegantly attractive wife and lover, it was no wonder he had lost all his hair.
Kate had become more physical of late and she demanded more and more sex. More than he was able to provide.
"I understand perfectly. I have feminine needs that require satisfaction. And if I can't find solace here, then I shall have to go elsewhere."
He looked at his gorgeous wife as she sat at her vanity table and brushed her lustrous hair.
"Do you really mean that?"
"Oh, I've done it. Believe every word I say. I want sex, and I want it now."
He let out an exasperated sigh and shook his head as he struggled with his limp dick, tugging and slapping some life into it.
"I want to know what it's like to sleep with a real man. Someone bold enough to treat me like a woman and not a member of the Royal Family. I want rough sex. I want my hair pulled and I want big wet kisses."
There was indeed a darker, more debauched side to Kate's sexuality, one which she yearned to explore. She wanted a man to force her to confront the slut in herself, to use her in all things carnal.
Hearing his wife outlining a very physical approach to sex was definitely something William knew he could not provide.
Although he had no idea, Kate had stepped outside of the marriage and had slept with others over a period of time.
The Prince furrowed his brow in deep thought. If that was what she wished, then as a dutiful husband, he would provide.
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Perhaps the most coveted address in all of London is Kensington Palace apartment 1A, home to Prince, Princess, and their children. While dubbing their home an apartment makes it sound like your run-of-the-mill pad, it's anything but. The residence takes up four entire floors and over half the Clock Tower wing of the palace.
The Royal bedroom is on the ground floor, away from the other three which are occupied by the three little ones.
Kate was in a hurry. Her husband always had to wait for her to get ready on a night out, as most men do with their wives. Although the event was only a forty minute drive from the Palace, William was beginning to irritate her by his constant checking of his watch.
"That is SO annoying."
"What? We should have left half an hour ago."
Kate had only been out of the shower barely fifteen minutes earlier, and had just slipped into her white, one shoulder, floor length gown with white appliqué flowers and beading. Much like her iconic wedding dress, her gown was by Alexander McQueen, and she paired it with a pair of Jimmy Choo "Viola" shoes.
She looked like a Greek goddess and she knew it. Looking at the clock she saw that he was right.
"Is the driver here yet?"
"He's on his way up right now. New chap. I chose him myself. Name of Bullock."
The radiant Kate turned her head to her husband and raised a quizzical brow.
"Bullock? That sort of name conjures up a few images."
"I had an idea you might say that," quipped William from his chair.
There was a knock at the door at that moment and he called out for the man to enter.
Both were curious as to what the new driver looked like, and Kate was most impressed when a very tall, muscular male, strode into the room. Involuntarily, Kate found herself staring at the man. He had a crew cut hairstyle, incredibly wide
shoulders, narrow hips and long, lean powerful thighs. He must have been all of six feet six, give or take an inch.
"Bullock? This is Her Grace, the Princess of Wales."
Kate found herself staring down into clear blues eyes with the lightest of lashes.
"Well? What do you say, man?" Prompted William.
"Bit on the skinny side, I suppose, but nice tits."
"WHAT did you say? Wills! Dismiss this dolt at once!"
William remained seated and acted nonchalant. He already saw in the eyes of his usually poised and self-confident wife, the desires of a wanton slut. A slut yearning to wallow in decadent and erotic pleasures. A whore longing to submit utterly her decadent and erotic fantasies. He could see that she was drawn to the tall beefcake. The man that HE had hired to ravish the Princess before his very eyes. He understood her wish to be dominated by a strong, willful man. A virile lover who would be willing to take whatever he wanted. And now was the time.
"I thought this is what you wanted?"
Kate was torn between two thoughts. One, that this brazen and blunt fellow be removed from her presence. But the other thought was to succumb to her deepest desires. Just looking at Bullock made her loins tingle in her silk knickers. She visibly blushed as he studied her slender body from her slim legs to her beautiful face.
"What do you mean?"
"Bullock has my permission to do whatever you wish him to do. I shan't intervene. Just watch."
"Watch? Watch him do what?"
"Well. How about this to start?" Said the ruffian.
Kate instantly realised what was meant by his words as he stepped forward slowly. He reached with his big mitt of a hand to the neckline of her gown, grasping a handful of the expensive fabric and ripping it from her body. Kate gasped aloud as her right breast was bared and jiggled free from the confines of the gown.
"Why you!"
Bullock paused momentarily and then rent the entire front apart with both hands, tearing it so that she was naked from the waist up.
Both he and the Prince drank in her vulnerable state, admiring her perky boobs with the oh so hard tips, and the narrowed curves of her hips. With glaring eyes, Kate thrust out her bosom and stood proudly defiant.
"And what prey, do you intend to do next?"
"I know what you want, My Grace."
"Is that so? And how could you possibly know what I want?"
"The Prince informed me. You want a damn good seeing to. And this proves his point."
Kate felt her lower lip tremble as he stared directly into her eyes with serious intent. In a flash, his hand slid through the top of her dress, now tattered at her navel, and he caressed the layer of fine silk over her throbbing pussy.
Waves of pleasure rushed through her body at his touch.
She felt her quim become moist as he pawed at her muff with her panties still in place. The sensation was all to exquisite. His insistent stroking of the silk against her mons tickled her clit, and her nipples resembled ripe berries as they stiffened.
Her right hand gripped his massive forearm as he swept her silk drawers to one side so that he was able to slip two fingers into her soaked pussy.
"Oh, my god!"
Kate teetered on her high heels as his busy fingers worked in and around her trim muff, thumbing her throbbing clit as he did so.
"Wet already, hmm?"
Kate was speechless, barely able to breath at the utterly outlandish intrusion of her sex. He sucked her left nipple into his mouth, grazing it with his teeth. Still, he frigged her with thick fingers, gliding up inside her wet labia. Her hips moved in circles as she pressed her half naked body into his bulk.
William heard her whimpers as he watched his wife hump her pussy against the man's hand. Bullock snorted as he finger fucked her harder and deeper.
"That is, so good." She moaned, bucking up with pelvic thrusts.
Her nails dug into his arms as he pulled out suddenly and jammed his juiced up digits into her mouth, forcing her suck on them.
"That's right, My Grace. You fucking posh slut."
He pulled her hair from the right side, dragging her head onto her bare shoulder.
His fingers raked the nape of her neck and throat and Kate responded by reaching up and running her fingers over his stubby scalp.
"Permission to slap her, Your Highness?"
"Granted."
Kate was about to protest, but was abruptly brought back to reality when she received a sharp smack across her left breast, causing her tits to dance on her chest.
"AH!"
"Do you like that" Asked Bullock as he smacked her other tit.
Then he leaned in and proceeded to spank her tits, flanks and belly chuckling at her rippling flesh as he did so.
