All characters engaging in sexual relationships or activities are 18 years old or older.
The King's Harem in the Mists of Time
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Warm hands brushed the insides of my knees, my inner thighs, and enveloped my balls and cock. I opened my legs wider and shuddered in anticipation. I smiled at my own desire to know who it was who held my balls so tenderly in her hands under the breakfast table. But I didn't look. I like surprises.
Her hands were coated in a warming and sensitizing oil. She stroked the loose skin of my cock back from the head until the skin was taut. Then, her fingers massaged my dick forward towards the head before stroking the skin back again. She kept going while her other hand worked the oil into my balls with her swirling fingers. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back. I didn't even try to conceal my grin. Everything around me is mine anyway. I don't have to conceal anything. The skin of my cock and balls started to tingle from the sensitivity enhancing oils. The girl under the table shimmied her pussy onto the top of my foot and started rubbing herself against it as she played with me. I could feel the thrumming of her smooth C shaped vibrator and my foot getting damp with her juices.
Into the room walked Vasiliki bearing a breakfast tray while my cock was still hardening under the tenderly passionate ministrations of the girl under the table. Vasiliki smiled her bright beautiful smile at me as she walked. She had deep brown green eyes shot with blue that changed depending on the colors she wore and on the colors around her. She had hair styled like the Greek princess that she was. The color of her hair was the color of the dark earth underneath the forest snow. Her lips were as pink as the pinkest roses and cherry blossoms. She had dark expressive eyebrows and freckles highlighted her eyes. She jangled from the golden jewelry dangling from her hair, earlobes, wrists, ankles, and her fragile beautiful neck.
The only clothing she wore was a Y shaped tunic, made of wispy white gossamer which flowed to her ankles. The V opening in the front of her dress reached down her chest and revealed her perfect skin rippling as she walked through the streams of golden sunlight beaming in through the big windows. Her smooth creamy skin was spotted with a spattering of little freckles, down to below her belly button. The gossamer barely covered her nipples as the fabric was clasped narrowly on the tops of her shoulders by golden rings. Her tunic was fastened around her waist by a rope tied so that any tug would make it open around her hips as it dropped to the ground. The thought of the rope falling made me want to pull it gently just to watch it open around her butt and slide all the way down as it let her shift fold open.
Her sides were completely open. From her shoulders to her ankles, the cloth never touched. The rivers of skin on either side were bridged only by the rope around her waist. My lips parted in pleasure when the front of her tunic slipped between her legs with every step, revealing her round billowing hips and smooth legs down to her bare feet.
She locked eyes with me and smiled as she laid the tray full of fresh bread, honey, meats, cheeses, fruits, water, and juice, on the table. She bent over so low her soft full breasts fell into the hammocks made by her dress. One was bigger than the other and I thought they were delicious. Especially her soft pink nipples.
Her name is Vasiliki. It means 'royal woman'. My cock starts when I remember that, because it makes me think of just how royal she looks when I fuck her one of our favorite ways. How royal she looks when I bend her over in front of the mirror and pull a fistful of her hellenic hair back so firmly and smoothly she has to arch her back and crane her neck and look down past the flared nostrils of her nose just to look me in the eyes in the mirror. How royal she looks when she's bent over like that, back arched, face up, mouth open, arms locked looking for purchase and I'm fucking her ass with the full length of my cock and she moans and screams and gasps, the waves of pleasure playing kaleidoscopically across her face while her buttcheeks start to tremble, then can't stop trembling with the force of her orgasms as her anus is shaped by my cock and I ask her.
"Who owns you?" and slap her ass hard with the full surface of my hand.
How royal she sounds when she answers, her voice punctuated by my thrusting cock,
"You. UUH. UHH. Own. UUH. AAH. UUH. Mee.", and when she sobs over the sound of my hand slapping her butt, "You do, master. UUH. AAH. You own me, my king, Pleaee-. UH-. AAHUuhheaseUHh-. Uuhh-UUHH.UHH-. my love. I'm yours, I belong to you. AAAHH-. Please master, fill my ass with your cum! Give it to me master, give it to me, UHHH- give it to meeee!"
How royal she looks when I slap her buttcheeks until they turn red and then I explode my cum into her to the sound of her screaming, begging, and trembling, her eyes rolling back in ecstasy while her eyelids flutter unconsciously.
Vasiliki put down the tray, unaware of what I was remembering about her. Had she known, she'd be dripping wet and her pussy would be as welcoming as on our wedding night.
She came to my side and started kissing my mouth deeply and massaging my beard and chest, pushing aside my soft robe. She nibbled my ear, whispering,
"My love, If you eat all your fruits today I'll give you my ass."
I grabbed her gently by the throat. She purred. I pulled her in front of me for another kiss, exploring her tongue and mouth with my tongue, my other hand pressed into her chest between her breasts and I felt the air leave her lips and her cheeks flush red with desire as she pressed her chest into my hand, her tongue answering mine in kind. My heart beat more quickly with her mouth against mine. My cock throbbed. It was still being gently massaged, toyed with by playful hands under the table. I put my lips to Vasiliki's ear and I whispered with heavy breaths,
"You belong to me. I'll take your ass whenever I want to." and squeezed her butt with my strong hand. She locked eyes with me and pouted. I laughed. Then she turned from me and took a few haughty steps away before dropping to her hands and knees. She looked back at me over her shoulder, still pouting, then reached back and moved the tail of her Y shaped dress aside, exposing her round, lush ass. Her hips and butt were femininely wider than the rest of her. When she lowered herself down onto her elbows all I could see were the milky white bottoms of her feet, the creamy backs of her thighs, her soft moist pussy, her big round cheeks, and her rosy butthole tightening then relaxing repeatedly in anticipation.
She'd positioned herself so invitingly directly in line with the mirror on the far wall. I could see her face in the mirror. I could see all of her in the mirror that I couldn't see directly from where I sat. In the mirror I could see from the floor in front of the tips of her outstretched fingers at the ends of her outstretched arms, to her chin resting in the plush rug, to her blue green eyes looking into mine.
I'm gonna pull her chin up out of that rug by her luscious hair.
I could see every inch of her upturned face, her sparkling hair, up her steep lower back to the top of her butt doming out to either side like a beautiful fan. Her soft smooth hair was piled high on her head and hung with golden droplets in the style of the Greek nobility in the time she came from. She had been a princess of Syracuse when my ship met hers on the sea. She begged me to take her. So I did and we fell in love. That was many lifetimes ago.
She smiled brightly up at me in the mirror, twinkling with her turquoise eyes, soft pink lips, white teeth, and reddened cheeks. Every hint of her playful pout disappeared and she watched my eyes intently as I sat admiring her ass spread out so beautifully in front of me. She spread her knees out to either side until the lips of her pussy hinted that they may be about to open.
The slightest push from my cock would bury me inside her to the hilt!
She swayed her big butt from side to side, inviting me to come and take her as she kept looking directly into my eyes through the mirror in front of her while I kept looking into her spread butt, entranced. When she saw me look back to her eyes once she'd settled in, her lips and tongue and whole face mouthed exaggeratedly for clarity: 'You. Own. Me.' Then she opened her mouth in mock orgasm and rolled her eyes back.
My marble hard cock jumped in the loving hands under the table. Then the seductive voice spoke for the first time this morning from between my legs,
"Bon appétite, my love, my mighty king." she said
So it is the lovely Louise whose been playing with my cock all this time.
I grinned and lifted a grape to my lips saying "Thank you Louise... Bon appéti-Ouhh!"
The last word wasn't even finished when I felt her warm tongue and soft mouth swallow my cock whole. I moaned and the grape burst between my teeth and I looked down to see Louise's soft lips wrapped around my cock and her tongue swirling around the head. Her long golden haired head and red lips rose up, and slid down onto my cock with adoring effort. I watched and felt her suck me so perfectly as I enjoyed my breakfast. Her big blue eyes stared up into mine and the love in the space between us was as hot as an oven as she swallowed the head of my cock into her throat again and again rhythmically with the energy of a hungry girl. I kept eating.
