Standing naked in the stable yard, Elle shivered in the cold morning air. The water in the bucket at her feet was going to be colder still, but the inn keeper was right. If she was going to ask for a job at the castle, she needed to look her best. She could cook, clean, and mend with the best of them, but none of that would matter if she arrived at the castle covered in the dirt and dust of the road. It had taken her three days to walk to the capital from her tiny village, and it showed.
She gritted her teeth and poured the icy water over her head. Once soaked, she picked up a rag and began to wipe the sweat and grime from her body. As she washed, she looked herself over. "Not great, not terrible," she thought, running her hands over her breasts, feeling her nipples, stiff with cold. Her hands moved further down, scrubbing her belly and the generous curve of her hips. Some would say her curves were a little too generous, and sometimes Elle thought so too. But that was all right. She was a practical, useful sort of person, and that was enough. Or at least that's what she told herself. Now that she was clean, she was ready to go to the castle and prove her worth. She dressed, dried her long red hair, and headed off.
As Elle approached the castle, it was clear that she was not the only one looking for work. A large, boisterous crowd of women were gathered on the castle drawbridge. The guards would only let one person in at a time, and the women were pushing and shoving to get to the head of the line. As Elle made it up to the edge of the crowd, the captain of the guards called out, "That's it! No more today." The women groaned in disappointment and began to leave. Elle was not so easily dissuaded. She had no money to pay for another night at the inn, and nowhere else to go. She had to get a job. She watched and waited until the guards were distracted by the arrival of a wine wagon. Seizing the moment, she slipped past the guards, through the gate, and into the courtyard. From there, she made her way to the first likely-looking passage.
Her plan was to pretend she belonged in the castle and walk around until she found someone who could direct her to the kitchen. Once there, she would beg for a job. It wasn't much of a plan, but it was the best she could do under the circumstances. She wandered the castle at random for what seemed like an eternity, but everyone was too busy to help. Frustrated and exhausted, Elle was about to give up when she stopped and sniffed. A delicious smell wafted through the air, something with orange, vanilla, and spice. The smell was coming from a room at the end of the hall! "The kitchen!," she exclaimed, and hurried forward. In her excitement and relief, she opened the door at the end of the hall without knocking.
The sight that greeted her was not at all what she expected. A handsome young man sat on a throne flanked by guards. Well-dressed lords and ladies milled about, talking in small groups. An elderly man read from a scroll, as servants lit candles, brought trays of food and drink, and tended to incense burners. Most surprising of all, however, was the woman kneeling at the young man's feet. It took a moment for Elle to understand what she was seeing. The woman was pleasuring the man! His britches were down around his knees. Naked from the waist down, the woman was slowly stroking the man's erect shaft as her tongue flicked at his cock head. From her vantage point in the doorway, Elle an excellent view of her pussy and ass.
The elderly man looked up from his scroll. "Who are you? What are you doing here?!" he shouted.
"I thought this was the... kitchen," Elle stammered. "I'm looking for a job."
"Well, you're in the wrong place! Be gone!"
Mortified, Elle turned and began to hurry out, burning with shame and embarrassment.
"Stop!" commanded the young man who was, of course, the king and used to giving orders.
Elle froze.
"What's your name?"
"Elle."
"Turn around Elle."
Elle did as she was asked.
The king looked her up and down, and then shook his head. "This won't do. I can't really judge." He tapped the young woman on the shoulder to get her attention. "Maria, enough for the moment. You'll get a chance to finish me off later, I promise." Then he pointed at Elle. "You! Take your shift off."
"Undress? What? Why?"
"You want a job don't you? If you want to work here, do as I say!"
Reluctantly, Elle pulled her shift off and stood naked before the king. She tried unsuccessfully to cover her breasts and private parts with her hands.
"Hands at your side girl! I want a good look!"
Elle dropped her hands, mortified as the king walked up to her, his eyes roaming over every inch of her body. Not content just to look, the king ran his hands over her face, shoulders, and ample breasts, cupping each heavy tit and lightly stroking her nipples. To her dismay, Elle's nipples responded to the king's touch, growing hard and erect. How could her body betray her?! How could she find this humiliation so arousing, so exciting?! And it got worse. The king circled around, and let his hands roam over the globes of her curvy bottom. He pressed himself up against her so she could feel his erection tracing the cleft of her ass. She could feel her heart pounding as he reached around and began playing with her nether curls and then, almost as if by accident, reached further down and slipped a finger into her already soaking pussy. Against her will, she let out a quite groan.
"I thought so," said the king with a grin. "You've never been so embarrassed, or wet, in your life. You'll be perfect for the job I have in mind. It pays ten times as much as kitchen help and you'll have your own private room. What do you say? You have ten seconds to make up your mind."
"What's the job?" Elle stammered?
"Tick tock," said the king.
Elle hesitated and then said quietly, but clearly, "I'll take it."
"Good! All you need to do now is a pass a little test."
"A test?"
"Not to worry. It's easy and I have a feeling you'll do very well! You might even enjoy yourself. In fact, that's the point. Here's what's going to happen. I'm going to go back to my throne and Maria is going to go back to sucking my cock. You'll watch and learn as she strokes and sucks until I explode in her mouth. While you're watching, you'll play with that fat little cunny of yours, imagining that it's you bobbing up and down on a hard cock in front of a room full of strangers. You'll imagine that you're Maria, sucking and slurping, eager to taste my cum splash against your tongue. You'll imagine strangers staring at that gorgeous ass of yours, your pussy glistening with excitement, as you take my cock into your mouth. Your job is to make yourself cum before Maria finishes me. If you do, you get the job."
Elle turned red, astonished that the king would speak to her in such coarse language. Her mind raced. "Play with myself? Here, in front of everyone? Imagine I'm doing THAT to the king? I can't do that! Can I?" But there was no time to change her mind. The servants had already brought out an overstuffed armchair. The king directed its placement, making sure it was set at an angle where Elle would be able to see his cock sliding in and out of Maria's mouth. Once everything was to his liking, he returned to his throne and nodded to Maria.
Maria led Elle over to the chair and instructed her to sit down with a leg over one of the armrests, explaining that the position ensured that she would have "easy access to that delicious pussy and the king can watch as you play." Elle burned with shame but did as she was told. To her surprise, once she was seated with her legs spread open, Maria leaned in and gave her a deep, wet kiss. Then she slid a finger the length of Elle's exposed slit, pausing for just a moment to circle her clit. Elle's eyes opened wide in shock. Maria laughed. "You're right your majesty. This one's positively dripping. I think she'll do just fine."
Maria walked slowly to the king, removed her blouse, and stood before him, wearing nothing but a gold anklets and a silver chain around her neck. The king leaned forward to fondle Maria's tits. She sighed and squirmed as he played with her nipples, rolling them between his finger until they were stiff with arousal and anticipation.
"Someone's excited," said the king, grinning. "I know you love it when I play with your tities. I'll play with them some more later, but right now I think something else needs attention." He gestured to his quickly hardening cock. Maria dropped to her knees and placed her hands on the king's thighs. Her tits brushed against the king's legs as she began to lick up and down the length of his shaft, moving sure to feel and taste every inch of his manhood. Once the king's cock was fully erect and slippery with her saliva, Maria began to stroke the shaft while she licked and sucked his balls.
Elle was mesmerized by the lewd scene unfolding in front of her. Without realizing what she was doing, she began to mimic Maria. When the king played with Maria's tits, Elle stroked and pinched her own nipples. When Maria began to stroke the king's cock, Elle's fingers moved in circles around her clit at the same tempo. As the sexual tension between Maria and the king mounted, Elle could feel her own arousal surge. Maria's slow buildup became excruciating, and not only for the king. Elle was dying to see the king's cock head disappear into Maria's mouth, to see her take in more and more as she gathered speed. Elle's pussy was soaking, her clit engorged, her fingers slick with own juices. Just when Elle thought she couldn't take it anymore, Maria raised her head and took the king's cock in her mouth. She began to bob up and down the shaft, slowly at first, but then faster and faster. Elle slid one finger and then two into her pussy. She finger fucked herself with growing speed and excitement, matching the movement of Maria's lips on the king's cock.
Elle could tell she was getting close to cuming, and that the king was too. The only question was who would cum first. As the king's climax grew near, Maria reached back between her legs and began to stroke her clit. Watching Maria masturbate while she sucked off the king pushed Elle over the edge. She had never been with a women, but Maria's smooth, shapely ass, the way her pussy peaked out between her legs, her tits swinging back and forth as she sucked, all of it was incredibly exciting. When Maria slipped her finger into her pussy and moaned around the king's cock, it was all too much for Elle. Her orgasm broke over her like a sudden storm. She sobbed and shook with pleasure, burying her fingers deep within her pussy as she came. Seconds later, the king ejaculated with a roar, exploding in Maria's mouth. Maria swallowed his cum, careful not to let a single drop escape her mouth.
"Well, that was excellent," exclaimed the king. "You certainly passed the test." Exhausted from her exertions, Elle could only nod in acknowledgement.
"However, I would be remiss in my royal duties if I did not offer Maria a reward for her part in our little game. After all, I came and you came, but I don't believe that Maria achieved her release. We should reward her, don't you agree?"
"Yes... certainly... your majesty," Elle said, still trying to catch her breath.
"Actually, come to think of it, you should reward her. If I'm not mistaken, it was Maria decision to play with her pussy that got you over the finish line. That's true, is it not?" The king paused, waiting for an answer. "Come now! Tell me the truth. You got off watching my little Maria her bury her fingers in snatch, didn't you? You can't lie to the king."
"Yes, your majesty," whispered Elle.
