Note- This is entirely fictional and not based on any known fact or real person.
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August, 2019.
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While it had been a glorious year for Meghan Markle, marrying an English Prince and delivering a baby boy, it had been a wrench for the American actress turned Royal Duchess to relocate to Frogmore Cottage.
In the middle of the Frogmore Estate in Windsor her new husband, Prince Harry, had transformed the place into a veritable fortress. It had cost over two million, at the tax payers expense to boot.
The besotted couple had married in May 2018 and she had borne him a son soon after.
Now with her husband extremely busy with affairs of State, Meghan was experiencing long periods of boredom, and if truth be told, a distinct lack of bedroom action.
And seeing how she was a creature of the flesh this was most disconcerting.
“I need a good fuck.” (told you-author)
In a desperate attempt to keep their privacy the Royal couple had recruited the bare minimum of staff, only one house keeper, one cook and a driver.
This last was Ricky, late of Prince Harry’s outfit from his second tour of Afghanistan.
The tall and bulky black man had been an amateur rugby football player at the age of sixteen before signing up for duty back in 2014.
Now twenty five the Prince had welcomed him into his household, recognising the fellow as reliable and trustworthy.
He had just finished washing one of the many cars on the drive of the estate and was mopping his brow when he noticed movement in the window above his head.
It was the Duchess and he wondered how long she had been watching him.
He had removed his top and he had worked up a nice sweat cleaning the big vehicle.
“Ricky, could you come up here for a minute?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Ricky threw on a white tee shirt over his bare chest and hurried into the sizeable house.
He found the Duchess in her private room looking decidedly cool in a yellow Brandon Maxwell dress and wedge style sandals.
She turned to face him and then walked over to her mirror, her back to him.
He fancied he heard the slim woman stifle a sob and spoke in his dulcet tones.
“What is it, ma’am? You look a little upset if you don’t mind my saying.”
“Oh, I don’t know.”
Ricky came up closer to Meghan who looked at herself in the full length mirror.
She had still kept her slim figure and was rather attractive with her shoulder length dark hair and mocha skin.
Being of mixed race origins she had an automatic affinity with the black man and relaxed somewhat.
“It’s Harry, I guess. Since Archie was born he hasn’t...I shouldn’t really be talking about our love life.”
She put her hand up to her brow and sighed softly.
“Go on, it’s sometimes good to talk.”
Meghan looked at his reflection as he stood directly behind her and his solid frame bumped her behind.
Rather than flinch she welcomed the physical contact and she felt a warm flush consumed her body.
The dress had a halter neck and Ricky saw that her boobs were actually barely covered.
There was no bra to contain them and her nipples were quite clearly erect.
“Well, We haven’t made love since the birth. He hasn’t so much as touched me. Why? I’m still attractive, aren’t I?”
“Very much so.” Said Ricky as he dared to take the woman by the waist.
“What...what are you doing?”
“Relax. Let yourself go and enjoy the touch of a man again. You deserve some you time.”
Meghan sighed again, longer and deeper and turned to face the man who towered over her.
He stroked her neck on her right side and she cocked her head to embrace the touch.
He brought her to him so that he could kiss her.
She gave herself up to the warm and lingering kiss and then broke away suddenly.
“Wait.”
Meghan held him at arms length but she couldn’t hold back his physical bulk.
He was at least six feet three tall and about two hundred pounds in weight.
“Tell me you don’t like it and I’ll leave.”
Meghan knew he had her attention and she raised her face to kiss him again, this time with searching tongues.
She melted into his broad chest as he held her tight as he nibbled her lower lip.
Ricky had a swollen cock by now which was noted by Meghan.
As they hugged firmly Ricky fondled her sides just below the level of her chest and inevitably her right breast popped out the side of her dress and stayed out.
He took the opportunity to put his hand on the fleshy globe and thumbed the stiff nipple.
“Oh!”
He held her by the waist with his other hand and started to slide the dress upwards thus exposing her dark skinned stomach and white panties.
Meghan closed her eyes as the man bent to her tit and licked the nipple and dark areola.
His hands still moved and slid around her belly and behind to her firm butt.
With her right hand the Duchess put her hand between their bodies and gave his erection a squeeze under his jeans.
“That feels hard.” She noted.
Ricky welcomed the contact as he deftly flicked her nipple from side to side with his tongue before drawing it into his wet mouth.
She lifted her left leg against his right hip as his hands went behind her narrow back.
He dropped down suddenly and as he went to his knees he took the waistband of her underwear and slowly dragged her panties down over the curve of her ass and thighs to the floor.
Her pussy was now at his face level and he trailed two fat fingers along her moist slit and around her juicy honey pot.
“So nice,” she murmured and parted her legs accordingly, relishing the cool air on her bared sex.
Meghan gyrated on the spot as Ricky pushed his face hard against her trim muff and started to lick her pussy.
She rocked back and forth as he pleasured her, licking and fingering her cunt with an expertise that delighted her.
“That feels soft.” He said in between sucking her pink folds and Meghan smiled to herself.
The muscled stud went for broke and pushed hard into her snatch and was rewarded with a wet mouth and damp fingers.
With both his hands on her bared hips he nodded his head into her pussy and felt the muscles in her thighs tense up.
Her cunt juiced up and his chin became glazed with a mix of her fluids and his spittle.
Ricky rose up satisfied and horny and spun her around to face the mirror.
He lifted her dress up over her bottom to the small of her back and removed his trousers.
She made a low moan and pressed back at him and felt his rigid prick bump on her lower spine.
“Oh, yes. Fuck that pussy.”
Her soft Californian accent charmed him as he hitched her up a tad by the hips and let the big head of his knob settle in her plump quim.
With a swivel of his pelvis he lurched upwards and he was in..
As he moved he gasped at the glorious feel of penetration and Meghan inhaled deeply as his bulbous crown stretched her out.
Meghan put her hands on the full length mirror, palms down, as he followed through and thrust up inside her to the hilt.
