Let her continue

Elle has already succeeded in unfastening the king’s pants and pulling them down to his thighs by the time everything fully registers with Stewart. His cock springs free and is instantly clutched by the kneeling, naked woman. She gives it a few strokes, not that it needs a lot of stimulation to become fully erect.

Stewart takes another look around the room. The women, most of whom were kneeling in respectful silence, all seem to have received the same unspoken cue. They rise from their subservient positions and disperse throughout the room. Some go through the doors into adjoining rooms. The atmosphere is at once casual, with many of the ladies pairing up in light-hearted conversation or casually reclining on the various pieces of furniture. All of them cast occasional looks in the direction of Stewart, but it is clear that their curiosity is stoked by the fact that the new king is in their presence and their desire to get a good look at him. That he is receiving a blowjob from one of their own does not seem to be of particular curiosity to any of them.

This is certainly not the first time Stewart has received head while in the presence of others, but it is the first time where he wasn’t the one who initiated the whole affair. He finds the experience rather surreal, but he soon loses interest in analyzing the circumstances, due to the fact that Elle is absolutely spectacular in administering oral sex. He looks down at the top of her damp head as it bobs back and forth between his legs. Her hand remains tightly gripped around the base of his cock, and every time her head pulls back, she couples the move with a stroke and a sensual twist of her hand.

Stewart rests his hands on her head, but he has no need to guide her movements; she is doing quite well on her own. It briefly occurs to him that she must have gotten this good by having plenty of experience blowing his own father. As quickly as that thought strikes him, he attempts to banish it from his consciousness. Instead, he focuses his attention on the warmth and wetness of her hungry mouth.

Some giggling from off to his right catches his attention. He looks and sees two redheads sitting together. From all appearances, they are probably sisters — possibly twins. Unlike Elle, they are clothed, but their silk garments are designed to accentuate their perfectly-shaped bodies. The ladies are sitting across from each other, nominally working on a wooden jigsaw puzzle, but clearly their main attention is directed toward the king. Stewart believes he detects looks of approval in their eyes as they whisper back and forth about their new monarch.

While the prospect of having a harem is something that has occasionally entered into Stewart’s fantasies, he never really entertained the notion seriously. Now, as he feels Elle bringing him steadily closer to climax, he casts his gaze around the room at all of the ladies, realizing that their sole reason for being there is to satiate the sovereign’s sexual cravings.