The Royal Kisser

Miranda rolls her lovely head back again. "Drew, you are a master at what you do! I wonder, are you my favorite Royal Stimulator?"

Her head rolls forward and her dark, brown eyes lock onto yours. Drew, perhaps sensing the competitive atmosphere in the room, moves to the side of her chair and pushes one of her grand nipples into his mouth, but still massages both breasts with his hands just as skillfully as before.

"Unnnnnhhhh!," moans your Queen. "You just might be my favorite! You're definitely getting me sooo hot! I can barely concentrate! I think I'll take a break from web surfing and add someone else to the fun."

Miranda looks back and forth between you and Justin. "Hmm, what to do, what to do? I think I'll pick... the Royal Kisser."

Someone moves out from behind you. Had he been there the whole time? You can't quite see who it is as he approaches the throne, until he turns around.

It's Jake Valden, football captain and bane of your life. A thousand times he's knocked you over or stuck your head in the toilet. Every time Miranda has told you that yes, he did have too many muscles and his good looks had gone to his head. She'd always been on your side, consoling you by saying that seeing him score touchdown after touchdown wasn't nearly as impressive as seeing you... well... She'd never been able to name something impressive that you'd done, but she'd always assured you that you would eventually outshine Jake's natural good looks and his perfect body.

Jake leans down next to Miranda's chair and smiles his brilliant smile. "You have need of me, Your Gorgeous Majesty?"

The tall, stunning, and powerful Queen hunches her shoulders up and giggles shyly. She snakes her hand between her legs, into the private area that you should be servicing, and slides a finger into herself. "Yes Jake, I really, really need you."

She grabs his head with her free hand and yanks him towards her. Their mouths open before they even meet. They kiss so wildly that Drew can barely hang onto her breasts, but he's a professional and manages to continue massaging her big, soft, mounds.

You unbutton your pants and reach inside to jerk off properly. Moans and other noises tell you that Justin and most of the other men in the room are doing the same thing, Miranda apparently have released them all from their sexual restraints.

You still can't cum.

Miranda continues fingering herself wildly as Drew works over her sensitive breasts and Jake the jerk makes out with her like a wild hyena. Occasionally Jake switches to kissing her neck and she lets out little yips, like a happy little dog. At one point she spreads her legs wide, but you still can't see much because she stuffs both hands between her legs and claws at her cooch madly. She pauses twice to scream as she cums, shaking so hard she sends ripples through her huge breasts, but starts the marathon orgy back up again immediately after each orgasm. Neither you nor any of the other men jerking off to the display manage to cum.

After twenty minutes of this she pushes Jake away. Her smile is so wide and dazed that she looks drunk. "I think," she pants, "I think we need to change things around a bit."