The Madam and the Princess

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It was an average night at Madam Jacquetta's brothel, Mermaid's Kiss. This brothel was special in that it only catered to women. Women in Granada held equal standing in society to men. They had money to spend and sometimes they wanted the company of a woman instead of a man.

Madam Jacquetta was in her late 30s and perhaps the most beautifully seductive woman in the Capital City. She was a mature woman with dangerous curves, full lips, sultry eyes and a bosom any girl would want to bury her face in to get lost forever in their softness.

Her looks were quite exotic with those flashing aquamarine eyes and long golden hair that reached her lower back. She looked like a mermaid queen or a sorceress and she ensorcelled all with just a glance. Her voice was a low smoky sound that when she spoke people had to lean closer to hear her, allowing them to scent her gardenia perfume.

She surveyed her domain with an eagle eye watching her girls dance for customers and some even publicly displaying their passion with their clients. Lust flushed through her body as Jacquetta witnessed an older woman being serviced by a young prostitute. The girl was resting on her knees between spread legs devouring the older woman who's head rested back, eyes closed and mouth open. The picture of ecstasy. It reminded her of her younger days. She took clients once in a while but she preferred younger minxes.

"Madam?"

Jacquetta turned to see one of her servant girls, Rosita, standing there. She was biting her lip with a hopeful look in her eyes. The madam smiled.

"Yes, Rosita?" She rolled back her shoulders in a lazy motion. The gesture brought the girl's focus to her mistress's bountiful bosom. Jacquetta smirked filled with pride. "You need to practice being more subtle, girl. I can see how hard your nipples are."

Rosita blushed profusely. She cleared her throat then said, "A customer is here for you." She searched her pocket to pull out a ring. Jacquetta's eyes widened. The ring was solid gold with the royal rose insignia. Her heart raced as she grabbed it from the poor girl.

"Where are they?" she asked, her voice thickening to a throaty purr. Rosita could see Madam's eyes glitter with ambition.

"Downstairs in the common room," Rosita said. The girl realized that she would not have Madam's attentions tonight. Her boss would be engaged with whatever high profile client came in.

Madam Jacquetta, with the grace of a countess, strode past her employee then down the stairs. She knew that someone important had come from the royal palace. She didn't expect to see none other than the crown princess of Granada, Calandra, sitting there.

Concealed in a hooded cloak one could see her brown hair hanging in waves past her shoulders. Despite the princess's best efforts when she turned her head towards the madam Jacquetta instantly recognized her. She had a regal posture and yet Jacquetta noticed the thinness of her lips, her blushing cheeks, the nervous balling of hands in her lap.

A bosomy woman was sitting next to her and trying to seduce her. She seemed to be failing and yet the princess could not stop giving glances at the woman's breasts that were about to fall out of her dress.

Jacquetta's heart fluttered as she had always admired the princess. Well... lusted after her. There wasn't a time where she hadn't touched herself to the princess's image. Or sat on a young girl's face imagining it was her. The madam straightened her back, adjusting her large chest to give the best cleavage and put on her most adoring smile.

"Cleo, the young lady seems uncomfortable," Jacquetta spoke in her silky voice but with a tone of steel. "Perhaps you should ply your charms elsewhere."

Cleo frowned but did not argue. She left the booth. Jacquetta's lips quirked at the sight of Calandra's shoulders slacking in relief. Then the young woman turned to her to utter a thank you when she stopped. Her doe-like eyes widened at the sight of the Madam. Her gaze raked down the older woman's body, admiring the sensual curves, looking redder and redder in the face by the minute. It was like she was seeing a ghost.

"It's true...," the princess mumbled.

Jacquetta's core heated at Calandra licking her lips as the young girl watched her hips sway walking towards her. She sat down next to her, not too close as to overwhelm her but close enough that the younger woman would feel the heat of her and be seduced by her flowery perfume.

"Well...," Jacquetta smiled. "I did not expect to see someone from the royal family in my establishment. Usually nobles or clerks of the royal house but the Crown Princess... I am honored. Welcome to the Mermaid's Kiss."

Calandra swallowed. She cleared her throat, regaining some semblance of composure. "Forgive me," she said. "I do not usually venture out of the palace." Her voice was sweet and polite. Jacquetta allowed her fingers to play along the outline of the girl's thigh.

"What service," she whispered. "May I do for you, princess?"

Her breath on her neck made Calandra shudder in pure delight. "Um... I seek... some comfort I suppose..."

Calandra couldn't stop staring at Jacquetta's face. The madam leaned back, surveying the princess carefully. She was curious as to what she had meant when she said "So it's true." Her interest piqued she leaned back, showing off her lush body.

Jacquetta dared to tuck the princess's hair behind her ear. Her smile widened at the blush that appeared there. "Comfort? Then you have come to the right place..." She breathed deeply allowing her chest to swell. Laughter bubbled in her throat at the sight of Calandra gaping at her generous bosom.

Princess Calandra coughed, averting her eyes. "My... servant girl has told me that I may... relieve some tension here."

Jacquetta thought for a moment. Her gaze never straying from the younger woman's face. It was such a pretty face. Sensual pink lips that weren't full but kissable. A cute button nose. Large eyes the color of elm leaves. And a heart-shaped face. Her body was slender with a small bosom, girlish yet mature.

"Being forced to marry would give a woman stress," Jacquetta reasoned. Calandra blinked then laughed. Laughter lit up her features making the madam's heart skip.

"I shouldn't be surprised," said Calandra smiling for the first time. "The news is all over the kingdom." Her look sobered, the light in her dimming. "My step-mother Queen Althea insists I must marry to have an heir."

Jacquetta thought about the queen. She was Regent until Calandra turned 25. Queen Althea was also half-elf and extremely beautiful. Having a more voluptuous figure than her elf relatives she still had slightly pointed ears. She had a commanding presence and many men and women fawned over her.

"Is your heart... otherwise engaged, your highness?" Jacquetta ventured carefully. Calandra's deepening blush was answer enough. Filled with compassion, Jacquetta reached for her then brought the surprised girl into her embrace.

The princess squeaked at being pressed into the older woman's voluminous chest. But she relaxed letting herself enjoy those soft curves. Her face squished into silken pillows of warm flesh made her sigh in bliss. The smell of her warm perfume being drawn into her lungs made her more languid as if she had drank some elixir. The embrace was motherly and yet at the same time Calandra's core heated.

Jacquetta noticed the princess rubbing her thighs together. Her red lips stretched into a cat-like smile. "You may use me as you see fit, your highness..." She stroked the young woman's hair affectionately.

Calandra looked up into Jacquetta's eyes, those glimmering pools of exotic cool blue. She saw lust there certainly but also there was no judgement either. The princess stretched her arms, encircling them about the matron's curvaceous hips. Resting her head upon the soft, round bosom she inhaled her gardenia perfume then closed her eyes.

"I wish...," Calandra mumbled. "I wish that I could tell my step-mother the truth..."

"What truth, your highness?"

Calandra bit her lip. Outside their booth another dancer came onto the stage. She was a newcomer, Sitara, with bouncy breasts and flawless cinnamon skin. Her hips swayed in time with the music. The beat slowed into a sultry, decadent sound that wrapped around every woman there. Pulling them deeper under the dancing woman's enchantment.

Jacquetta noticed Calandra watching, trying to avoid answering her question earlier. She just cuddled the princess then said seductively, "Pretend that I am the Queen Regent, princess."

Calandra turned her attention back to the madam with wide eyes of innocence. Then the princess's eyes darkened with carnal intent. She smiled her lush smile that often pulled any young girl under her spell. Stroking her fingers along the younger woman's royal throat.

"Use me, princess," she said in a provocative tone, their mouths inches away from each other. "Tell me what you would like to say to the Queen Regent. Perhaps this will ease your pain." Jacquetta took Calandra's delicate hand in hers then pressed a meaningful kiss on her fingers. Calandra's mouth went dry, mesmerized by the madam's full lips. They felt like warm silk running against her skin.

The princess swallowed. Then cleared her throat. She sat up then took on a more regal air. When she opened her eyes Jacquetta grew wet at the authority radiating from the young woman.

"Step-mother," the princess began.

Jacquetta lay back, her chest prominent and a playful smile on her lips. "Yes, my princess?"

Calandra shivered as she allowed herself to be drawn into the fantasy. "I do not want to get married... at least... not yet..."

"Why? The kingdom needs an heir." Jacquetta's nipples started poking through the filmy silk dress. Calandra swallowed.

"But...," Calandra struggled. Her hands fisted in her lap as her eyes searched the floor for the answer. Jacquetta took her finger and gently lifted the girl's chin.

"Is it because...," Jacquetta spoke in a throaty tone. "You love someone else?"

Calandra's mouth gaped. She stared at the sexy woman before her then whispered, "You really do... look like her..."

"The queen? Yes often my clients will have me play her," Jacquetta blew softly into Calandra's ear. Gooseflesh erupted along the princess's shoulder and neck. "Whom do you love, princess?"

Calandra shook her head, her mouth compressed. Jacquetta softened. She was torturing the poor girl. Yet she knew that the princess needed to face the truth. Making the bold move seemed the best way to get her to admit the truth.

"Touch my breasts, your highness," Jacquetta took hold of the princess's delicate hands then placed them on her chest. Calandra's fingers were nerveless. She was mesmerized by their softness and yet that they were also firm with little sag for a woman her age. Jacquetta moaned, guiding the younger woman's hands to knead her bountiful flesh as she liked.

"See?" Jacquetta sighed. "Are they not perfect? Are they not like pillows so full of love they want to give comfort to younger girls who ache for a mother?"

"Y-Yes... my queen... step-mother...," Calandra kneaded those warm globes of satin flesh. She even pinched one of the swollen nipples through the silk. Jacquetta made a small sound then arched her back. A zing went straight to the juncture of her thighs.

The tempo of the music picked up. Calandra and Jacquetta looked to the stage to see Sitara, the dancer, had taken a woman from the crowd. She was dancing seductively around the sitting woman. She then stopped in front of her, turned around then began grinding her ass in the woman's lap. The sitting woman looked like she was in paradise. She couldn't help but run her hands over the undulating woman's curves. She even cupped Sitara's breasts giving those brown mounds a squeeze to the delight of the crowd.

Calandra couldn't tear her eyes away. While she was distracted Jacquetta took the princess's hand then placed it between the older woman's legs. The princess gasped in surprise but didn't pull away. The petals of her cunt were so soft, covered with delicate curls that tangled in her fingers. And so so wet and hot like liquid fire.

Jacquetta moaned, rocking her hips into Calandra's hand. "Mama needs some petting, darling...," she crooned. She used the princess's fingers, grinding her clit into her palm then shamelessly pushing those fingers deep into her canal. She shuddered at the invasion just as Calandra groaned. The woman was melting around her fingers. The princess was becoming lost in the fantasy that she did not need Jacquetta guiding her hands.

Calandra kept getting distracted by the erotic display on stage though. Sitara removed her bra, tossing it into the excited crowd. Her cinnamon skin gleamed with the fragrant oil she covered herself with. She then turned around, turning the chair with her so the crowd could see her next move. She took the excited woman's face in her hands then squished her between her jiggling bosoms. The crowd went wild.

The woman took the dark pebbled nipple into her mouth. Sitara's head fell back, her mouth slack with moans. Calandra stroked the madam harder. But Jacquetta didn't like how the princess's attentions were split. She straddled the princess's lap, blocking her view of the stage, frowning down at her.

"I am the only woman you will focus on tonight, my princess," Jacquetta ordered breathlessly, her eyes dark like a tropical storm. Skin flushed she opened her dress allowing her large breasts to fall out. Calandra moaned at their jiggle. Jacquetta took hold of the girl's chin making sure her attention was on her. "Do you wish to make your step-mother unhappy?"

"No, step-mother! Never!"

Jacquetta smiled, her eyes flickering wickedly. "Good... now, let Mama take care of her princess..."

Jacquetta reached down and began rubbing at the princess's equally drenched pussy. Calandra whimpered into the older woman's voluptuous chest. The madam cradled the young princess's head then stuffed her burgeoning nipple into her mouth, silencing her lustful sounds. Calandra immediately started sucking and even nibbling on the hard nubbin, her eyes closed, lost in another world of perfumed flesh.

Panting breaths and squelching sounds filled the booth. The air around them thickened with flaming sensuality. Jacquetta was in heaven, rocking her hips, rubbing her clit into Calandra's hand, her breasts being loved by the princess. She was on the verge of coming.

Calandra curled her fingers, scratching that bundle of nerves inside the woman's love channel. She then bit harder on the nipple in her mouth, rolling it between her teeth as she sped up her stroking. Jacquetta panted above her, her own stroking of the princess becoming erratic. Then a white light flashed before the older woman's eyes as shocks of euphoria exploded through her body.

Calandra was so close. So close. Jacquetta cried out then slumped over her, almost suffocating the princess with her pillowy breasts. Her fingers were still deep inside the princess. The girl's hips humped into her immobile fingers, whimpering desperately. She chuckled huskily into the princess's ear, "Do not worry... your queen will not deprive you of your release..."

With the flick of her wrist, Jacquetta brought Calandra to climax. The princess freed herself from the madam's soft bosom to cry out in relief. They slumped into the booth together while the rest of the room cheered on the stage show. Sitara and the client were on the stage, their legs intertwined in a scissoring position and were vigorously fucking each other. The dancer's plump buttocks gyrating to the delight of the all female audience.

"Let us continue upstairs, your highness," the madam managed to stand up albeit on watery knees. Yet her heart was racing and her blood was filled with liquid sunshine. She had never felt such euphoria with any of her other clients.

Calandra blinked lazily, looking up at the sexy woman beneath lashes that fluttered against her cheeks like black butterflies. She nodded, at a loss for words. Jacquetta's breasts were still out, jiggling in the free air. More than a few women stopped and stared, their mouths watering for a taste.

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They came to Jacquetta's office and private suite. As soon as the door was shut, Calandra was on the woman again like one starving. She molded her petite form to the madam's luscious curves. Their lips locked and tongues pushing into each other's mouths as if trying to devour each other.

Calandra pressed her thigh between Jacquetta's, grinding her pussy on her round thigh. Jacquetta bit her lip as she felt the princess's heat soaking through her thin dress. Her nipples tingled, the air cool on them from Calandra's saliva. They felt so heavy that she wanted to smother the girl again beneath the weight of them. But as much as she enjoyed being rubbed and grinding upon like a bunny in heat she wanted to get into a bed.

"Come darling...," Jacquetta crooned. "The bed is soft and much more comfortable."

Calandra whimpered, unable to help herself from rubbing her face into those amazing tits. Jacquetta's breasts wiggled with her throaty laugh. She pulled the princess along to her bed which was very expensive. It was lavish with silks from the east and furs from the north. Perfumed with jasmine mixing with the heat of their own sex.

She pushed the princess onto the bed and the princess watched as the madam slowly undressed for her. Her long hair hung in waves of gold highlighted with colors of champagne and honey. Every part of Jacquetta was delicious and soft, Calandra thought. She really did remind her of her step-mother's body. Her core tingled and she rubbed her thighs together, flushing at the memory of when she had spied upon Queen Althea in her bath.

Jacquetta caressed her face with gentle fingers pulling Calandra back to the present. Calandra was transfixed by this woman's penetrative gaze. The madam smiled as if seeing all of her dirty secrets and fantasies.

"What troubles you, darling," Jacquetta drew Calandra down into her embrace. Just holding the princess, her head resting on the madam's chest, their legs intertwined. She stroked Calandra's hair in a motherly gesture that comforted her yet at the same time aroused her.

"I am confused... step-mother," Calandra whispered. She wanted to keep the illusion going. She couldn't seem to stop herself. And

Jacquetta was only too willing to keep up the fantasy.

"Confused?"

"Marriage is a trap," Calandra mourned. The satin skin and fox fur pillows made the princess want to burrow deep until no one could find her. She breathed in the heady scent of flowers as if back in the palace gardens whose roses infused the very air they breathed.

"And yet if I had to marry someone it would be..."

Jacquetta tightened her hold on the girl, kissing her forehead. Calandra moaned into the cleavage before her, her hips moving subtly again to grind her needy cunt upon the woman's thigh. The madam made a sultry "mmmmm" sound as the princess's thigh rubbed into her woman's heat.

"Tell me," Jacquetta coaxed. "There is no shame here. No judgement. Whatever you desire in this place will be fulfilled, my princess." At Calandra's silence she smirked. "You can tell your mommie anything, dear."

Calandra rubbed her face again into Jacquetta's big breasts. Jacquetta took pity. She lifted the girl's chin and looked deep into her troubled eyes. "Let mommie make the pain go away." With her lush lips she brushed kiss after kiss across the princess's mouth. Calandra groaned. She didn't want teasing. Instead she took hold of Jacquetta's lovely face and crushed their mouths together. The madam groaned with her delight. The princess's hands traveled down the slope of her body to caressed and knead the plump flesh of her ass.