Diana returned to the palace after having attended another party thrown by some friends. Loneliness haunted her because everyone else at the party had someone to go home with. The palace corridors seemed colder, quieter than usual.
The sound of her heels tapping on the antique tile floor echoed as she walked room to room towards her quarters. As she passed the royal study, she heard the faint sound of voices. She looked at her wristwatch. 2:30 a.m. - who would be up at this hour?
She quietly eased up to the huge wooden doors of the study. As she neared them, she heard a woman's voice and a man's. She thought perhaps some of the staff or servants were stealing a secret tryst in private.
Curiosity got the better of her. Gently, she turned the knob and slowly opened one door just enough to peek inside. There, to her surprise, stood Charles, naked, in front a large stuffed chair with his hands clasped casually behind his back.
Sitting in the chair in front of him was Camilla, also naked and smoking a cigarette.
Everyone knew that Charles' father had arranged for a "date" with Camilla and Charles to entice him to seek a royal bride. In some way, Camilla had not only satisfied all of his sexual desires, but had seduced Charles emotionally. He was smitten.
Camilla was a flirt and a tramp, known to have bedded many men, but she herself was enthralled with someone other than Charles enough to want to marry that man. Charles was a sexual plaything, to use and enjoy at her convenience.
Diana had never understood why Charles continued to seek the companionship of Camilla. After all, sex was sex, wasn't it? Why did he crawl back to Camilla every chance he could?
Diana watched silently. Camilla smoked her cigarette and used a free hand to fondle Charles's balls. His cock was erect already.
"Do you like how I play with your royal jewels, Fred?"
"Yes, Darling, the skill of your fingers is remarkable."
"Your cock seems to like it. Do you like it when I squeeze like this?"
Diana could see Camilla's fingers curl and grab at his scrotum. Charles winced in pain.
"Yes, Darling. Of course; anything you want."
"I know. It's such fun to make your erection fade away or to suffer."
She blew a puff of smoke from her cigarette towards his cock.
"Would you like me to stroke it for you, my love?"
"Yes, yes of course; would you please, Darling?"
"Ask me nicely."
"Darling, would you please stroke my cock for me?"
"And to make you come?"
"No, no, please Darling, not until you allow it."
"That's a good boy. Now, on your knees, Fred."
Charles dropped to his knees close to the chair and put his hands behind his back again.
"If you want me to do what you like, then you must do what I like."
"Of course, Darling, as you wish."
"Now, do what you must, my hungry little pet."
Diana watched as Camilla slipped to the edge of the chair and rested a leg over each arm of the chair, exposing herself to Charles. He leaned in, immediately pressing his mouth to her sex. Camilla closed her legs, draping them over his shoulders.
"I've started a fresh cigarette. If I don't have an orgasm by the time it is finished, I shall not be in the mood to touch you, I'm afraid."
Diana could see Charles' head bobbing between Camilla's legs. His enthusiasm was obvious. Camilla lit a cigarette but did not smoke it; she let it burn down slowly to allow her to enjoy what Charles was attempting to do.
Diana stared with disbelief. She had gone down on Charles to get him hard for intercourse, but he had never offered to return the favor. He seemed to be really be enjoying his task between Camilla's legs.
Camilla smiled, looking down at her pet. She had trained him from the beginning. He would do anything for her, and he wanted to satisfy her completely. She let the cigarette burn down to the end and she stubbed it out in the ashtray on the table nearby.
But she let him continue until his tongue expertly worked her clit and she washed his face with her orgasm. He gasped and lapped at her slit like a hungry dog.
