Agathe

The Queen smiled. ‘Not even I can take your full length in my bottom dear husband,’ she said, leading Agathe over to where the king was sat at the edge of a large chair. ‘I would very much like to see you deposit your seed deep inside her, and I will be watching her closely to see how wet her pussy gets. If she is as good a **** as you say, then Clitori will be pleased and ensure her pussy has lots of practice getting nice and wet in preparation for the next orgy day in a few weeks.’ agathe couldn't believe she had to wait several weeks before getting any pussy action, apart from that which she could engineer for herself with deep bottom insertion, and that was only if the position was advantageous.

The King got his phallus out of his robes and spread his legs, sat on the edge of the chair. The Queen turned Agathe around. This was it, her first task as a ****. Lika, the other two **** girls, and Sergei and Mateus were watching with interest. Looked like she'd have to get used to having an audience.

Agathe was moved backwards towards the reclining monarch. She felt a moistened finger on her bottom hole. The Queen kissed her and then said ‘one moment, I shall just moisten my husband’s phallus for you.’ She stood still for a minute and listened to the sound of of slobber and sucking. Then the Queen told her to lower herself and begin. She peered behind her at the Kings glistening manhood, then bent forwards to point her bottom out and shuffled back inside his legs, then lowered herself whilst pulling her cheeks apart. She felt the tip on her hole and pushed out, took a deep breath, shifted her hands onto the Kings thighs for support. She could feel the Queen right next to her husband, watching. Once again it was the initial insertion that was the difficult bit, after that she continued slowly and surely to sit back on the phallus, determined to go all the way in one go. Perhaps it would be her unique skill, make her stand out.

She could feel the Kings phallus stretching her bottom as she slid lower and lower down his length. It was slightly easier than when she had been on all fours, the benefit of gravity. When she felt his balls on her pussy she wriggled slightly and paused. she thought also the change of position meant she had inserted a tiny bit more of his length.

‘Amazing,’ said the Queen, ‘quite superb skills. Well what are you waiting for girl, let’s see what you can do.’ Agathe started to thrust up and down, using her arms and hands to get good leverage on the Kings thighs. Up and down, to begin with allowing half the phallus to leave her bottom, then gradually more and more, increasing her speed. With each descent she hit her pussy on the King’s balls - eventually she was almost allowing all the phallus out before bouncing down upon it, getting right up onto the balls of her feet. It was very uncomfortable but she had trained herself to accept the feeling. She could feel the King begin to strain, he was moaning and snorting. Mateus and Sergei were licking their lips.

The Queen put a hand on her shoulder to stop her and said, ‘turn around and face the king, whilst he is inside you. We want to see your pussy and watch it lubricate your bottom.’ She hated the Queen at this point, this would deprive her of the ability to slam her pussy on the Kings balls and pleasure herself. But she dutifully obliged, twisting herself around on his phallus, feeling his throbbing phallus shift inside her bottom, then lifted her legs up and placed her feet on his hips to face him. Her hands were behind her on his knees.

‘Resume’ ordered the Queen. Agathe continued impaling herself deeply on his phallus, as both the King and the Queen watched her pussy, which Agathe could feel was dribbling onto the phallus and moistening her bottom hole. Insertion became even easier and the King was thrusting up towards her now, getting into rhythm with her. There was an increase in slapping noises and panting from them both, and then she realised that the his phallus was exiting her bottom with each movement, and then invading her again to the hilt, and she hadn't even noticed. Her bottom wasn't even closing as his phallus left her, but staying open, ready for it to be thrust again. They both accelerated. she gripped his legs with her hands and despite the lack of pussy slamming activity was enjoying herself - there was a certain pleasure in feeling a phallus deep in her bottom, it gave some indirect pleasure sensation in her pussy. She knew that she would not orgasm however.

The King deposited his seed deep inside her, and Agathe felt the warmth in her abdomen. She sat, exhausted with the King buried inside her bottom. He was panting and gasping for air. She awaited instructions, feeling seed leak out of her bottom. Lika was instructed to approach and lick the Kings phallus as the seed spilled out. The Queen ordered Agathe to dismount and she lifted herself off the King, watching as Lika licked the Kings phallus clean. The other two slaves came over to Agathe and she was ordered to lie on her back whilst they took turns to clean her pulsing bottom hole with their tongues, then kissed with the seed on their mouths, and slowly swallowed.

'Well, dear husband,' said the Queen looking at Agathe. 'She is the **** of a lifetime. She will be very useful won't she? Once word gets out of her skills all the politicians, noblemen and generals will be vying to impress you, and to do your bidding, hoping to use her as a reward. She may also be useful bait for the visit next month of the delegation from Congoland.'

It had already been quite a day, she had been chosen by the King, and taken his phallus deep in her bottom. It seemed like one of the roles of the King's **** was to be used by those who had done the King's bidding. And where was Congoland. What would happen next?