Note- This is not a portrayal of true events, but complete fiction.
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September, 2019.
There were two camps in England, broadly speaking, when it was announced that Prince Harry was to wed the vibrant young Hollywood actress Meghan Markle. Those who rejoiced in the news and those who said it would last a year. Self centred, single minded and insincere thought some. Of late even Meghan herself was having doubts about her husband's commitment. The American had always considered herself a fan of the British monarchy and soon found herself besotted with the single Prince. But now she craved her own space.
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Meghan was in her new office inside Frogmore Cottage in Windsor as she considered all things. The newly entitled Duchess of Sussex, a result of her marriage to the Prince, had pestered her husband of one year for her own space. He had granted her wish and she had spent almost all of her free time designing and overseeing the construction of the modest office. She was pleasantly surprised at how the finished room looked, considering the delays and disruption. In the middle of the room stood a desking range in a minimalist style with an Oak surface and graphite legs. Welded into an H frame it had five shallow drawers and a deep one by the left leg. The builders has left her ballpoint pens, post it notes, staplers, scissors and a pack of A3 paper. She sat back in the Cavalier high backed chair and leaned back into the stylish leather back.
"Ha, ha!"
She spun around on the wheels in a joyful mood and settled back in content. Having been married for a year it had been like a whirlwind as she and Harry attempted to live a live as newly weds and now young parents. Despite being in the public eye they had desperately tried to have some sort of privacy and the Frogmore Estate had been ideal. Now, with increasing Royal duties and a baby son to consider, the couple had cooled off big time in the bedroom. Being a sensuous and sexually active young woman Meghan had been most frustrated, and although she was committed to her husband of just over a year she craved sex more and more. Having been married once before she considered sexual indulgence a necessary factor in her still young life.
"Ah, my little bunny!"
She had kept her rabbit vibrator she had acquired from the time of her first failed marriage up until she had met and wooed the Prince. In order to fight the boredom she had turned to it with an increasing desperation of late. She opened her purse and retrieved the compact sex toy and felt a tingle of anticipation. Her nipples started to harden under her light dress as she began to stroke the purple coloured vibrator in both hands. She took a glance at the door and turned it on.
"Buzzy!"
Meghan sighed and leaned back in her plush seat and her mini dress rode up to her waist. Her flimsy panties barely covered her dark pubes that had been trimmed back on her plump mound and she lifted up and slipped them off. She parted her slim pins and placed the vibrator to her moistening slit. With a final look at the door she slowly guided the tip up and down her gash and an intense shudder on her pussy made her toes curl up in her heels.
"Shit!"
Shock waves ran up and down her legs which trembled accordingly. Then she bit her lower lip as she gently eased her labia open to slide the purple thing inside her hot box. Her eyes closed and her head snapped back as the buzzing vibrations stimulated her muff. Her hand pulsed around it as she started move it in and out, building up the rate of thrusting in degrees. Her legs bent at the knees as her shoes left the thick carpet under her feet and a soft cry escaped her red lips.
"Oh!"
With total abandon Meghan fucked herself with faster strokes, allowing her juices to seep out along the plastic toy. She was pumping her cunt with a fluid motion that saw the vibrator fill her totally. That joyous release began to build as her back tensed and her pussy dripped.
"Er, I did knock."
"Oh, fuck!"
Meghan saw a strapping young man in tee shirt and blue jeans standing in the partly open door. Stunned into silence she switched off the vibrator and tucked into one of the drawers. She had been so close to coming that she had not heard the man knocking. Acutely embarrassed Meghan stood and smoothed out her blue mini dress with the slinky cowl neck and ruched sides. She rearranged the two adjustable tie straps and fluffed up her medium length black hair which fell over her left shoulder. How long had he been there. She spotted her discarded panties and kicked them under the swivel chair.
"Sorry. I thought you had all left. Paul, isn't it?"
Meghan felt her heart slow up as she recovered from her masturbation and looked closer at the builder who had knocked her office together. She had noticed the man during the previous week and had made a mental note of his good looks. He was just her type. Dark haired with a two days worth of beard stubble and piercing eyes. His upper body was muscular and his chest appeared firm under his tight fitting 'Struts' tee. From the first day of the building she could tell that he was always looking at her whenever she was around.
"I left my shears behind. I can always come back when you're not too...busy."
He was obviously a Londoner but did he say 'busy' or buzzy?' The American born actress was still trying to get used to the British way of speaking. She checked out the angle and distance from the desk to door and inhaled deeply. There could be no doubt. He HAD seen her masturbating! Intriguing.
"Go ahead."
Paul nodded and found his stainless steel shears with the titanium coating on the carpet by the desk. As he bent down to retrieve them he spied her discarded underwear under the swivel chair. Meghan noted his tight buns as he bent over and rubbed her hands. He stood and mentally undressed the alluring female by his side. She had especially been pleased when she realised that he was also checking out her long, smooth legs. She gazed into his eyes and couldn't help but find him desirable. He had been staring unblinking at her too but he remained calm and seemingly aloof.
"I noticed you staring at my legs. Were you?"
She crossed her arms and stared right at him.
"I was. They are quite nice."
Instead of appearing sorry or even shy he was outright and Meghan liked that. She teased him further. There was a challenge here, a opportunity for something a little daring.
"How about my ass."
She said ass in her American accent, flat on the A and long on the S and turned away from him. Did he look threatened as her dress rode to the bottom of her pert bubble butt. But when she turned back to look at Paul he appeared unmoved. She stood back up and leaned up against the edge of the desk and pouted seductively, slightly surprised at her own boldness. Paul raised an eyebrow and walked up to her and held her chin up so as he could kiss her. As he nuzzled her slender neck he grabbed her by the butt and pulled her to his chest.
"Oh?"
