It had been a 9 months since Rebekah married the Emperor, and his birthday was tonight. It was the first birthday she is celebrating with him and she wanted it to be special. A year ago she would have laughed at the thought of being married to the most powerful man on earth, but fate had different plans. Rebekah had first caught the Emperor's eye while working as the pastry chef in his kitchen. She had beautiful porcelain skin. Her hands were soft from her work, but that also meant they were strong, along with her strong arms and back. She was always diligent at her work, and the Emperor admired that as much as he admired her large supple breasts. They were beautifully buoyant, gently bouncy under her apron, like a balloon filled with floats through a room, while staying comfortably in place. They were quite large on her petite frame.
After months of appreciating her numerous qualities from afar, the Emperor notified his personal Head of Staff that he wished to make her his Empress. Three weeks later, on the day after her 19th birthday, Rebekah was called into the office of Quincey, the personal Head of Staff for the Emperor.
"Rebekah, by some miracle you have gained the favor of the Emperor", he said in an exhausted tone.
Rebekah was confused. "What do you mean?", she inquired.
Quincey replied, "In one month you are to marry the Emperor and become the Empress. We have much to do in that time so try and keep up. Tomorrow you will rise early to visit the seamstress for your gown, afterwards you will have a private lunch with the Emperor so you can get acquainted with each other."
From that moment until today, life had been a blur. She remembers it, but it's like the memory of an old dream. The memory of the consummation was more a feeling than anything. The Emperor had enjoyed her so thoroughly with his 9" long and 8" circumference cock that all she really recalls is being barely able to walk the following days and having to keep in a pad to absorb the endless flow of cum from her pussy. She had a more dreamy romantic wedding night in mind, but has since fallen deeply in love with the carnal virility with which the Emperor expresses his passion for her.
She has learned that the Emperor always meets her needs, as if he anticipates them, always in tune with her emotions. Because of this, Rebekah is always found patiently waiting for the Emperor to arrive back to their residence in the evening, exhausted from the politicking of work. Kneeling before his leather lounge chair, eager to serve her Emperor and relieve his frustration down her throat. She never missed a night, even if he did, she was always ready to suckle on his fat cock. Tonight, she intended to take it to another level.
Today the Emperor turns 40, and to celebrate there will be a large dinner with the Emperor's closest friends and advisors. But at the beginning of the evening Rebekah is notably absent. All the guests had arrived and dinner was about to begin, and nobody could find her. The Emperor waits on no one, so dinner began. Just as the Emperor cuts into his ribeye, he feels his zipper come down and his flaccid cock enter a warm moist mouth, gently but persistently sucking as it filled with blood.
Rebekah had arranged for a trap door under the table so she might emerge to honor her husband and Emperor with a thorough cock sucking. What could make a man feel more manly than eating a ribeye while sipping a bourbon with his best friends, all while getting his cock devoured by the woman who knows his cock better than he does? That's what Rebekah thought anyway.
As the Emperor took the first bite of steak, his cock had almost become completely hard. Rebekah could feel his heart beat from the head of his cock on her uvula; she pushes down harder and deeper. The Emperor knows who's lips are wrapped around his shaft. Unphased, the Emperor continues his meal, simultaneously savoring his bloody medium rare steak and anticipating the massive ejaculation that was about to occur.
After swallowing his last bite, he leans back in his chair, places both hands on the back of Rebekah's head, pulling it down until she has his entire cock in her mouth. After holding her head firmly against his groin until she was close to blacking out, he lets her cum up for air.
"Hwwwaaaoo haaaa," she came up gasping for air, but goes right back to work. "Aghh, aghh, aghh, aghh, aghh, aghh, aghh, aghh, aghh, aghh, aggh." The entire room can now hear her throating his cock.
She pulls her face down into his lap, The tip of his cock was deep in her throat when she felt the pulsing start. His cock was so fat already, but with each pulse it would swell again, almost dislocating her jaw. The Emperor's cum was being shot straight into her stomach; no need to swallow, which was good because she had so much cock in her mouth she couldn't swallow.
"Aaaahhhh," the Emperor sighed deeply as he pumped his Empress' stomach full of thick creamy spunk.
By this time everyone at the table was somewhat confused; not quite sure what was going on, until Empress Rebekah emerged from under the table to take her seat by her Emperor and husband. He leans over and passionately kisses her and thanks her.
As this is occurring, they overhear Quincey and his wife, Dahlia, calling Rebekah a whore, among other things. The Emperor, seeing the rage in Rebekah's eyes, whispered in her ear, "Tonight they will be made an example."
The Example
As the evening was winding down, the Emperor stood up to thank everyone for the wonderful evening, "Thank you all for helping me celebrate my 40th birthday. So many wonderful memories were made tonight and I am truly grateful for the friendships and loyalty of so many in this room. I'd like to especially thank my beautiful wife. She showed courage, ingenuity, and selfless devotion tonight in the administration of her gift to me."
Before retiring for the evening, the Emperor invites Quincey and his wife up for a nightcap. Empress Rebekah isn't sure what he has in mind, but plays along.
"Quincey, does not everything in this empire belong to me? And everyone serve at my pleasure?" asked the Emperor.
"Absolutely", affirms Quincey in an inebriated slur. "Speak and it will be so"
Turning to Quinceys wife, Dahlia, he says to her, "Remove your dress and come kneel before my chair."
Quinceys eyes widened when he realized what was happening. Dahlias dress drops to the floor, revealing she has no under garments to remove. She approaches the Emperor's chair and kneels.
Dahlia is too embarrassed to look up, but the Emperor says to her, "Look up so I may see your eyes". After holding eye contact for what seemed like eternity to Dahlia, the Emperor simply says, "Begin."
Knowing exactly what he meant, Dahlia removed the Emperor's pants, took his semi hard shaft in her right hand while she began slopping on his balls. His balls were huge and hung like a bull. Not saggy but full and robust. in no time his cock had reached full engorgement and he was ready to show her the extent to which she was to serve him.
"Thhhhssuup, aahhh, thhhssup, thhhhhssuuup, aaaahhh, aghh, aghhh, aghh, aghh, ahgg," she continued slurping on his emperor sized balls and throating his majestic cock.
Grabbing her by the hair, he guided her to come up into his chair to straddle him. Dahlia had never been so aroused and couldn't wait for the Emperors generous cock to be inside her. The inside of her thighs reveal glistening pussy juice running down her leg. Once she was in position, the Emperor pushed her body down abruptly, forcing his entire cock into her tight pussy without any warning. Dahlia let out a loud moaning, "FUUUCK!"
He continues applying downward pressure making sure ever millimeter of his throbbing cock is inside her. The overwhelming fullness of her pussy takes her breath away.
Rebekah wasn't sure what to make of it. Her cunt was jealous, but she trusted her Emperor. Besides, the whole situation was making her wrecklessly horny.
While the Emperor was actively fucking Dahlia, he motioned to Rebekah that he wanted to tell her something. Putting her ear to his mouth, she listed intently. Even with all the moaning, she understood the plan. Turning to Quincey, Rebekah instructs him to strip. She herself strips down to nothing but her stilettos, her gorgeous smooth tits looked like two moons in the candlelight and her natural juices starting to run down the inside of her legs. She steps up onto the arms of Quinceys chair, centering herself over him, she begins pissing all over his face. A little surprised but not certain of what's going on, he embraces the taboo, lapping it up, erroneously thinking he's about to fuck the Empress.
