A Royal Gangbang

Oh my god this was not happening, Megan whined mentally as she sat on top of the King's dick. Yes this was real. King Charles had taken his cock out, right in front of his wife and all the dinner guests, and ordered Megan to ride it. She'd clambered about to widen her legs around his lap, then audibly moaned as she slid his cock inside her. Now here she was, gyrating against the King as he fondled her breasts and the guests enjoyed their dinner. Camilla especially seemed to be enjoying the show.

Despite her shame and horror, Megan couldn't stop herself go wet from arousal, and she knew the King was aware of her lubricating. With each thrust the motion became easier as his rough cock became slick from her moistened sex. She felt her breaths shorten and couldn't stop herself quietly moan and gasp. When he clenched her buttocks she squealed, much to the amusement of his guests. She knew this was fucked up, fucking her former father-in-law like this, but she couldn't stop her own personal enjoyment. The pleasure mixed with the shame of it made her edge closer and closer.

Charles came first sadly, preventing Megan from receiving her own satisfaction. She felt the hot stream of cum enter her body with mixed feelings of disgust and disappointment. God she hoped she didn't become pregnant from him, but it wasn't like their sex had been protected at all. Her more immediate issue was that she now desperately needed to cum, but obviously she couldn't masturbate in front of it. God she was horny though.

"Look how wet the little whore is!" Camilla laughed, "another rule to remember, ****. You will cum only when we allow you, understand?"

As Megan climbed off her King and owner, she mumbled a whimpering, "Yes ma'am."

"We've installed cameras in your bedroom and bathroom. If we see you pleasuring yourself while you're on your own you will be punished. Understand?"

Megan groaned at the horrible thought that she really didn't have any privacy, "Yes ma'am."

"Very good. Now get under the table and pleasure me."

Megan was once again shocked at the command, said so casually in front of these guests, but she had to obey. Crawling on all fours, she made her way under the table and positioned herself in front of Camilla's lap. She saw with horror that Camilla was not wearing panties under her dress. Megan poked her head between Camilla's thighs, and began to lick at her naked sex. It was nauseating, sucking and licking at this woman like this, but once again she had to remind herself that she had ****.

Megan knew all of this was wrong, and that what the Royals were doing to her was evil, but a contract was a contract. She'd agreed to it all so she had to abide, no matter how degrading it was.

She licked at the Queen until she was also nice and moist, hearing Camilla respond positively to her efforts. When Camilla came, a spurt of fluid shot into her face and mouth. Megan just knelt there wanting to throw up, but Camilla ordered for her to get up. Prince William wanted a go...