Note- This is not a true portrayal of Kate Middleton, it's just my little fantasy.
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There can be no question that the Duchess of Cambridge, thirty seven year old Kate Middleton, is an eight or even nine on a scale of one to ten. Neither curvy nor the super model type, she is nonetheless elegant and graceful with just a hint of naughtiness in that seductive smile of hers. Her husband of eight years and father of her three young children though, Prince William, is not much higher than a three at best. Boring, balding and banal he had not much idea of love making and had never brought Kate to orgasm. They had never experimented with different positions and the sex was nothing to write home about and was strictly by the numbers. They now slept in separate bedrooms in Apartment 1A at Kensington Palace on her insistence and rarely spent much time in each others company at home. Their twenty room, four storey London residence also had five reception rooms, three main bedrooms, nursery and household staff quarters.
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Before she met the Prince Kate had studied at the University of St. Andrew in Fife and had sown her wild oats with some choice Scots who had brought her penchant for a bit of roughness in the sack to the fore. She sorely missed those free and easy days and the happy memories came flooding back one day when she was alone at the Palace. It was during this free afternoon when the children were being looked after by Prince Harry, the Duke of Sussex, and his loathsome American wife Meghan Markle, when it happened. She passed the private quarters of the staff and heard rather loud moaning and groaning. Curious the slim brunette peered around the door which had been left ajar and her mouth gaped at the sight of her general handyman, Rogers, fucking the shit out of one of the housemaids.
"Well! This is too much. Thank heavens the chidren are away."
She and William had already fired at least four members of staff for misconduct at the Palace over a relatively short period of time and now this. Kate attempted to move but found her shoes stuck rigidly to the floor. She was transfixed by the fascinating sight of the man's taut buttocks clenching and unclenching as he jack hammered the shrieking female into the creaking bed.
"Fuck me, baby. Fuck my tight pussy! Give it to me hard, you devil!"
Rogers had a strong and athletic frame, typically broad shoulders and chiseled limbs. The petite maid clung to his muscular form as she found herself pinned beneath him and pretty much used for his own pleasure as he buried his cock inside her. Kate worried her hands together in rapt awe at the severe fucking he was dishing out to the poor woman. The balls of her feet bounced off his tensed calves as he slammed up her to the hilt. Then he brought her legs up over his shoulders and Kate was enthralled at how their bodies moved in an erotic sexual rhythm with undulating bodies and limbs. The scent of sex wafted to her nose and her nostrils flared as she inhaled the heady aroma. Then he pulled out of the groaning girl and Kate gasped at how heavily endowed he was. A good eight inches in length and that was not being generous.
"My goodness!"
His boner bobbed in the air until the young blonde maid took the organ in her hand and began to push her mouth back and forth on the glistening shaft. Kate backed up into the shadows and glanced around. No one had come along the passage since she had happened by and a she turned her attention to the rampant young lovers once more. Rogers had his hands on his hips as he sat on the edge of the bed and came in the blonde's mouth with a grunt. The maid sucked his cum down with glee and presumably swallowed every drop as Kate saw none emerge from the guys pulsing cock.
"That was great, lover. Thanks."
Kate shook her head to clear it and hurried off in a state of excitement and confusion and immediately called her new personal assistant Rachel. She just had to have him.
"Rachel. Could you do me a favour and send Rogers to my personal quarters later this afternoon? Splendid, about two then."
Kate checked her watch and saw that it was already one. She entered her room and flopped onto the dark wood framed bed and looked up at the ceiling. She had redecorated her room in a classy champagne colour scheme complete with a large chandelier. The floorboards were stained with one luxurious rug surrounding the king sized bed. Directly opposite was a built in fireplace which warmed the room nicely. Kate stood up, kicked off her shoes and let her light summer dress puddle around her bare feet. She padded naked to the en suite bathroom for a relaxing shower. The suite was naturally lavish with a huge jacuzzi, bathtub with gold plated fixtures and a five head rainfall shower.
"This will feel good."
Kate tied her hair back into a ponytail, stepped into the unit and turned the water on really hot. She tilted her head back and let the spray run all over the front of her body, rubbing her hands from her face down. Then she turned around so that the strong spray shot down her backbone and splashed her pert behind. Taking a bar of soap she made a lather and soaped up her neck and shoulders, working her way to her breasts.
"Mmm!"
Kate's body became slick and slippery and she smiled to herself as her hands glided over the toned sinew and tendons beneath her creamy skin. She covered everywhere, arms, tits, abdomen, buttocks and thighs until hee nipples were hard and stiff. Now her imagination kicked in and Kate fantasied about Rogers beside her, naked and erect. In her minds eye she saw their hot bodies touching, him behind her, his hands cupping her boobs as his rock hard cock jutted up and against the cleft of her ass cheeks.
"Yes!"
As the rivulets of steamy water ran down her naked form Kate moaned softly and her knees buckled as she dreamed of Rogers slipping his rough hand past her stomach and sliding towards her pussy. She put her own hand between her thighs and ground the flat blade of her straightened hand against her Mons and pretended is was he, not she who played with her moist sex. Fingers found their way inside her aroused pussy as the sound of running water pounded in her ears. Her outer labia were soft and her pubes felt downy as the Duchess pushed in and out quickly. Her entire body tingled, pleasure rolled through her as two digits plunged deep inside, deeper and deeper, until the muscles in her arm began to ache.
"Almost, almost, almost."
Her orgasm began to build and that familiar radiation that started in her toes grew stronger and her body shuddered to a welcome climax. Kate braced herself against the opaque wall of the shower unit as her spasms subsided and she shut the water off. That was when she heard the door bell of her room chime. Rogers. For the first time in months Kate desired another man. She was going to have this man fuck her brains out that very afternoon.
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Kate wrapped a towel around her slender body and danced over to the door and opened it. There was Rogers, six feet two inches tall and ruggedly good looking. His hair was cropped short and looked to be of a fair shade as he has piercing blue eyes. He wore a pair of plain grey slacks and a red and white striped shirt with a pair of white kid gloves on his hands. He did a double take at the unexpected sight of the Duchess greeting him in just a white fluffy towel and made to go.
"Ah, Rogers. Yes, do come in. You're needed."
"Ma'am?"
Kate stood sideways and ushered him into her private room, checking out his butt in his tight pants. He stood to attention rather uncomfortably and stared straight taking great pains to avoid direct eye contact with the half naked woman.
"It has come to my attention that you and thing, the maid, have been fraternising on the property."
Kate paced the room, taking special care to stop now and again right in front of the nervous house help.
"You do realise that I have three small children running around, right?"
"Absolutely," answered Rogers as he now understood his predicament.
He gave himself a mental slap on the cheek as Kate pranced up and down seductively, the sway of her hips simply hypnotic. The woman was perfect and despite being the mother of three kids was utterly slim and fit. Kate had undone her ponytail now and her thick chestnut hair billowed about her bare shoulders. She had recently added some honey toned highlights to her natural dark brown tresses which has taken years off her. Her slim figure with the medium sized breasts was dominated by her gazelle like legs which gave her that towering illusion. And her twenty four inch waist made even Nicole Kidman look dumpy in comparison.
"And in broad daylight to boot. Can't you control yourself, man? My husband and I have not tolerated any bad behaviour at the Palace as I'm sure you are well aware. Are you listening?"
Kate came nose to nose with the tall figure of a man, and although she was five nine in bare feet she had to go on tiptoe. As she did so the precarious knot holding up her towel broke and the garment fell to the lush carpet beneath their feet. She continued without pause, pacing the room in the buff, and Rogers crossed his gloves in front of him to cover his increasing embarrassment. "I can have you dismissed within the hour, man. Heads have rolled in recent times, and more will follow. And for heavens sake do you plan on doing anything with this anytime soon?"
Rogers looked at his mistress wide eyed as she cupped his groin firmly and fingered his semi erection.
"You're rather boisterous in bed, aren't you?"
"Emily, that is, the maid, she...well. She likes it rough, ma'am."
"Indeed. And you are able to satisfy her needs? With THIS!"
Kate twisted his dick in her fist as she gazed directly at him.
"Well, my good man. I should like you to do to me what you did to her. Now. Right this instant. If not, then it's the door for you."
"But, surely not! I mean, you're, you're the Duchess..."
"The Duchess of Cambridge, and she needs a good shag. Now, remove your clothing. I insist. Oh, and leave the gloves on."
"What about the Prince?"
The past year had seen the Royal couple step up their royal duties and Kate had accepted that her husband and she would have to work more and more. William was in fact planning another foreign tour for the new year and Kate had the house to herself.
"He's out."
The tall fellow resigned himself to the inevitable and shed his shirt and trousers. Closely scrutinised by Kate he dropped his boxers and his prodigious erection sprang up and bobbed lightly in front of him. Rogers felt Kate arch her back into his solid wall of a chest and he sighed at the sensation of her stiff nipples rubbing against his smooth flesh. Kate's fingers trailed over his strong biceps and forearms and looked closely at his upper body with intense concentration.
"You may touch me."
Rogers gulped as he warily slid both hands behind the Duchess and gripped her pert bottom. Kate purred at the feel of the leather gloves on her backside and she ran her hands across his abdomen until she arrived at his heated groin. He closed his eyes and involuntarily thrust his hips forwards and his boner slid into her clenched fist. Then to his surprise he watched the naked female kneel before him in order to bring her face to his crotch level.
