Royal Duty

Princess Arabella Windsor-Smythe stared through the partition hole, her silk-gloved hands frozen mid-air.

The penis before her was… ordinary.

Not like the sculpted, tanned members of the actors and musicians she’d bedded in her youth. This was real pale, slightly veiny, utterly unremarkable. And yet, that mundanity made it strangely fascinating.

A raspy chuckle snapped her from her thoughts.

"Well, hen, looks like ye’ve fucked this up and no’ in the good way."

Arabella’s gaze flicked up to the warning sign bolted to the booth wall:

FAILURE TO EXTRACT = CRIMINAL PROSECUTION (Human Continuity Act, Sec. 12.4)

Her stomach lurched. Daddy couldn’t save her from this.

"There’s a camera crew outside," the man continued, smug. "When I walk oot wi’ my cock soft as a new-born bunny, you’ll be in handcuffs before sunset."

Arabella acted on instinct.

Her gloved fingers darted forward, brushing the flaccid flesh.

"Och, hello there, Princess!" The man cackled as she recoiled, her nose wrinkling in disgust. "That all ye’ve got?"

She gritted her teeth. "That’s all I’m doing."

A shuffling sound. Then the man turned, exposing a sagging, liver-spotted arse. "Enjoy prison. I hear the showers are… communal."

"Wait!"

The cock reappeared. Arabella swallowed her revulsion and reached through again, this time cupping his heavy, low hanging balls in one hand while tugging with the other.

"Ooft. Aye, that’s more like it."

Her gloves grew damp with pre-cum. She’d burn them after this. No incinerate them.

The man hardened to an impressive length, his purple head glistening under the clinic’s harsh lights. Arabella’s arms ached reaching through the hole left her shoulders twisted at an unnatural angle. With a grunt, she guided his shaft fully into her side of the booth, his old balls plopping through after it like two wrinkled peaches.

Better.

Now she could work properly.

Up. Down. A rhythm established. The absurdity of it struck her a royal princess, jerking off a commoner in a government-funded glory hole—and a hysterical giggle bubbled in her throat.

Then, a twisted idea.

Her free hand fumbled in her purse, pulling out her phone. Record.

The screen lit up, capturing the scene: her blue silk gloves pumping his cock, his hairy balls bouncing obscenely. She tried typing one-handed—

"Ye gonna post that online, lassie?" the Scot teased.

Arabella ignored him, too focused on navigating her phone.

Then—

"HRRNGH!"

A guttural groan. A spurt.

Ohgodohgod—

Hot streaks splattered across her cheek, her lips. She gagged as a thick glob slid into her mouth, salty, bitter and dropped her phone into her lap, still recording. The camera caught her perfectly: upturned nose scrunched, buck teeth bared in shock, royal visage glazed with commoner spunk.

"F-FUCK!"

She yanked her hand back, but the cock still pulsing wrenched free of her grip, painting her Dior suit in ropes of cum.

Blinking through the stinging mess, she grabbed her phone.

Still recording.

Still…

Streaming.

1.2M LIVE VIEWERS scrolled across the top of the screen.

Arabella’s stomach dropped.

Her X followers had just watched Princess Arabella Windsor-Smythe take a full load to the face.

The Scotsman hitched up his trousers and left, bellowing, "NEXT!"

Arabella barely had time to wipe her eyes before another silhouette filled the hole.

No. No no no—

"I-I was only meant to do one!" she stammered.

The new voice was accented Pakistani. "No, madam. It is your civic duty."

A light brown penis nudged through. Arabella, still dripping, reached out on reflex—

"Get your dirty cum-glove off me, slut!" the man snapped. "I don’t want another man’s filth on me!"

"S-Sorry!"

She ripped off the ruined gloves, her manicured nails French tips, £300 at Harrods now touching bare skin. This was different. Warmer. Alive.

He came fast, splattering her chin, her ruined blouse.

"Wait!" she begged as he turned to leave. "I need to collect the samples!"

The man paused. Then, softly:

"Then clean me with your mouth."

The princess gagged but leaned forward and let the strangers penis evade her mouth she held her face at the hole and stripped her top and blouse off, grabbed two cups and scrapped the cum off her clothing, she could taste the last of the strangers seed in her mouth and when she was sure that she could get no more in the cups pulled back.

The stranger left without a sound and a new penis arrived, Princess Arabella sat back her make-up ruined wearing only a bra and short skirt ready to take another customer,

she glanced at her phone, the live stream was trending on X with more than two million views now.

"What have I become" she thought