The Empress And Her Emperor

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.

At this point Dahlia is riding the Emperors cock like her life depends on it, not realizing that it really does. The Emperor stands her up and guides her towards Quincey. He bends her forward and she supports herself with her arms stretched out on the arms of Quinceys chair. Quincey and Dahlia are face to face, and the Empress is standing over them both. The Emperors cock is raging hard and dripping with Dahlias pussy juice.

He approaches her from behind and gently penetrates dahlias pink asshole. "Aaaaayyhhh," she cries out. Equal parts surprise, discomfort, and lustful elation. Her eyes are huge as she her back arches.

Quincey is getting hard staring into his wife's eyes. He can tell she's loving the Emperor's cock owning her holes; more so than any time he fucked her. He starts stroking his member, preparing to pull Dahlias head down to suck his cock, but is abruptly interrupted.

Ffwwwaaappp! The Empress slaps Quincey across the face, her nails drawing blood as they swiped his cheek.

"She does not belong to you anymore," exclaims Rebekah calmly yet firmly. "She belongs to the Emperor, and you, you belong to me"

After pausing a moment to allow Dahlia to catch her breath, having only gotten the tip of his cock in her ass, he proceeds sliding it into her ass, balls deep, his sack slapping her clit from the thrust. It's almost too much for her to take, almost. The Emperor has Dahlias shoulders, pulling her firmly onto his cock. She's never had a cock this big before, and never had a cock in her ass before. A few tears run down her face, but they are short lived. Once the Emperor found his rhythm and his balls slap her clit with every thrust, it doest take long for her to get to the edge of a mind warping orgasm.

"Don't stop. I'm so close. Please. Please. Yes, Lord! Please!" she begs as he steadily drives his cock into her ass like a railroad spike. He has no intention of stopping. The only way this ends is with her ass filled with cum and her complete and unconditional submission.

Rebekah takes this opportunity to empty her bladder again, pissing all over Dahlia from above. Dahlia is moaning with every slap. Her pussy is gushing so much it's dripping down the Emperor's balls.

Dahlia and Quincey are still face to face, both dripping in the Empress's piss. The Empress, facing her husband while he prepares for the final plough and herself still with one foot on each arm of the chair, leans back and burys Quincey's face in her plush ass.

"That's the last bit of ass you're ever going to get!" Rebekah proclaims. Now devour it like you believe it, cuck!"

Quincey went to work eating her ass as if it was his first meal in weeks, but as he starts enjoying himself the Empress turns and, Ffwwwaaappp, she slaps him again. Quincey is stunned but doesn't say a word. Rebekah dismounts from the chair and makes her way behind the Emperor. Reaching between his legs, Rebekah takes his balls into her hands as he continues to thrust, gently squeezing them to the edge of pain.

Approaching climax, the Emperor looks into Quinceys eyes, "You will never speak ill of the Empress again". Quinceys face turns from lustful to shell shocked. "She is no whore,"

Waaap, waaap, waaap, waaap; the Emperor steadily plows his fat bulbous cock into Dahlias tiny asshole. The Emperor continues, "She submits herself only to me, and all who submit to me shall submit also to her. As your wife is doing right now. As you are doing right now."

Waap, waap, waap, waap; the pace picks up.

The Emperor pauses speaking as his thrusting intensifies and Dahlias orgasm reaches it climax.

"Yes, Lord Emperor! Fuck yes! Yes! Yes! Yes, Lord! Deeper! Deeper," Dahlia could feel the Emperor's erection swelling that last little bit it does right before it erupts.

Then one hard pound and the Emperor groans as his throbbing cock shoots thick creamy cum 9" into Dahlias ass.

"Fuck yes, Lord!" Dahlia cries.

He pulls his entire cock out except the tip, then forcefully thrusts it back in as he continues emptying his balls into her no longer virgin ass. He does this 7 more times. Each time shooting copious volumes of thick gooey spunk deep into her abused ass.

Dahlia is cum drunk; fucked so hard she's not ever sure if it's a dream or reality.

When he's done, the Emperor instructs Quincey to lie on the floor and for Dahlia to sit on his face.

"Eat my cum out of your wife's ass you cuck." It pours out of her ass into his mouth. "Now suck my cock clean," he insists of Dahlia. They each do as the Emperor commands.

Unnoticed by Quincey and Dahlia, Rebekah steps away for a moment, returns with her royal seal, glowing red. She kneels beside Dahlia, who is licking the Emperors cock clean, from his taint to the tip of his cock.

Quincey is still eating cum out of Dahlias ass. The Emperor orders Dahlia to sit up and stroke Quincey's cock. Sensing he's on the edge of cumming, Rebekah takes hold of his shaft, and firmly presses her white hot seal into the meat of the head of his cock. The sizzle was audible until Quincey began screaming frantically.

"Ahhhhhhggg!!!! What the fuck is wrong with you?" Quincey screams.

The Empress had branded his cock with her seal. He was now marked for life as her slave. After several minutes Quincey calmed down. He realized his situation. The Emperor had sent Dahlia draw a bath for himself and Rebekah. While she was in the other room the Emperor calmly tells Quincey their fate.

"You have been marked as property of the Empress. As such, you will now serve in her royal guard. You will have no rank. Your duty will be over the guards latrine. If you are heard complaining, you tongue will be cut out".

About this time Dahlia had returned, cum still running out of her ass down her leg. The Emperor turns to Dahlia, "Whom do you serve?" Kneeling before him she submits, " I serve only you and the Empress my Lord Emperor." The Emperor replies, "should you forget that again you will be assigned to my personal guard as a pleasure servant, and I will make sure all the other pleasure servants are granted leave on your first week to ensure you are thoroughly acquainted with all of the guard. But as for now, you will be spared that fate."

Calling in his guard, the Emperor motions for them to take Quincey and Dahlia away. He walks to the bath where Rebekah is waiting for him. He sinks into the water and Rebekah wraps her legs around him, taking a rag and soap into her hands, she grabs the Emperors still hard cock and begins to wash off Dahlias filth, passionately kissing his strong shoulders.

Her scrubbing turns to massaging. Her pussy is starving for his cock. Sitting up a bit, her soft supple breasts are in the face of the Emperor, she sits back down, taking his cock balls deep into her cunt.

The bath water is splashing everywhere as their humping intensifies. She begins cumming on his massive cock; her pussy begins rhythmically pulsating around his shaft, as if she is milking his bull cock. After three solid minutes of cumming on his cock. The Emperor grunts under his breath as he busts his nut. Their eyes locked, he pumps her young womb full of baby batter. They have never been more one.