Rachael balanced the tray carefully as she knocked on the door. What she was about to do turned her on as much as what she had already done today. While she waited for the door to open, her mind drifted back to the wondrous afternoon spent with the Queen.
"So, my little pleasure giver, does my pussy taste better than Megan's?"
Those words had sent two powerfully but completely different feelings racing through her body. The first was fear of what the Queen would do to her for her behavior with Megan and Meric. The second was pure undiluted lust at the thought of the Queen watching what she did, and confirmation that she had deliberately been seduced this afternoon.
"Well, I am waiting."
Rachael looked into Gwen's eyes. Saw the passion building again.
"You taste... different. You are sweeter, but not ... as wet... as juicy. When Megan climaxes she soaks herself, me, and the bedcovers."
A thoughtful look crossed Gwen's face. "How did Meric's dick feel in your ass? Or Megan's little metal toy?" she asked.
Rachael set up real quickly. "You were watching BOTH times?" she exclaimed.
"Yes, not much goes on in my castle without my knowing." The Queen had a smug little grin. "Now answer the question, how did they feel?"
"Well... It hurt at first. It felt like I was being split in half with red-hot shaft of metal. But Megan's mouth distracted me from most of it. By the time she had brought me to another orgasm his pole felt good right were it was at."
"And her metal toy?"
"Well that one was cold and smooth. And when I climaxed it was something else for my body to clinch on."
"If you were given a chance would you continue having someone fuck you up there?"
Rachael's face settled into a thoughtful pose. "Yes, with someone who can be gentle yes I would."
The talk of sex and the thought of Gwen watching, as she was ravished had Rachael's blood pumping again. She leaned over and began to kiss Gwen's lips, trailing down to her breasts and placing little butterfly kisses on the Royal Nipples...
The sound of the door opening brought her out of her reprieve and Rachael hastily banished the thoughts of what happened after that to concentrate on the task at hand.
Prince William stood framed by the doorway with the soft candle light from his room casting his face into shadows.
"Your Highness, your wine as you called for." Rachael offered a quick curtsey while still balancing the tray.
"I don't remember calling for wine, but go ahead and bring it in." William stepped back and let Rachael enter the room. The sitting room stretched the full width his suite of rooms. The back wall contained large windows over looking the Twin's Yard. On the right hand wall were two doors, one leading to his own bathing room, the other to his bedroom. The room was slightly disheveled, as if he had been here all day and not picked up after himself.
William watched as Rachael set the tray on the table then turn and dropped a deeper curtsey. The arc of her back as she dipped down thrust her breasts out. His eyes fell on her cleavage, then widened in shock. Her laces were almost completely undone, and she was not wearing her breast band. William could see the milky white slopes of her breast and the darker circle of her areolas and nipples. He jerked his eyes away as she straightened.
"Shall I pour you a glass, m'lord?" He had never noticed before how husky Rachael's voice was.
"N-N-No, that is ok. I can do it my self." He stammered.
"Yes, m'lord." She turned to head toward the door and knocked a book off the table. "Sorry about that, m'lord." She then bent to pick it up.
William watched as she bent at the waist keeping her knees locked. His avid gaze followed the hem of her dress as it climbed higher and higher. Unable to tear his eyes away he watched, as her long legs seemed to take forever to come into view. And then he stifled a gasp; there, in the center of her creamy thighs, was her dark-haired pussy lips, poking out and looking... wet?
Rachael smiled to herself when she heard his quick intake of breath. She knew exactly what he was looking at. She had re-hemmed her dress, making the back shorter by several inches, but not obviously so. The thought of him staring at her dark center had her wet with desire. She could feel it trickling out and down her legs.
She grabbed the book and straightened up. She turned to place it on the table again and caught a look at his face.
"Your Highness, whatever is the matter?" she asked in an innocent voice. "It looks like you've seen a ... Well I don't know what it looks like you've seen, but you have definitely seen something." She then put a look of mock surprise and anger on her face, and exclaimed in a breathy voice. "MY LORD! Where you looking up my... You were starring at my..."
"N-No wait, I wasn't starring at..."
"OH, what? Am I not good enough for you to stare at? You're a high and mighty prince why would you want to stare at a lowly maid." Sarcasm practically dripped from her voice as she went on. "I have seen you looking at me when you thought I wouldn't notice. The quick glances in the Great Hall, sweeping your eyes over me as we pass in the corridor. And now this... Tell me the truth you were looking up my dress weren't you?"
William was taken back by Rachael's sudden switch from surprise to offended anger. He then hung his head in shame because through out her entire speech he was looking her over. Watching her exposed cleavage heave with each breath, the fire dancing in her eye.
