Disclaimer: Here are the usual warnings. This fictional story contains sexual reference to sex between consulting adults, including lesbian and homosexual sex. The author relies on the reader's discretion as to whether he|she is legally old enough to read further, and whether he|she will be offended by the subjects described. If you are not sure, don't read it. All rights reserved.
This is my first story, so any feedback is welcome. This story is inspired by Catherine de Medici, as well as other things, but I have made no attempts to be historically accurate. Email me at sweetthug101@yahoo.com with your comments. Thanks for reading!
Part 1: Open Your Eyes (MF, Voy, Anal)
Catherine waited as silently as she could. The heavy curtain concealing her presence would do little if her breathing or movements gave her away. A gap in the curtain that she was looking through only revealed a large mirror, but that was more than enough for what was coming next.
Three weeks earlier, Catherine had made a few subtle changes to the decor of this bedroom. She had placed a few mirrors, which looked completely harmless, except they were arranged such that from Catherine's vantage point behind the curtain, she could see the entire room reflected back at her.
Thirty-five minutes after Catherine hid herself, she heard a man's boisterous voice.
"I hope I haven't had too much wine."
"You haven't," said more a sensuous female voice, husky from arousal and dripping with innuendo. Her hand snaked its way down the man's leg.
"You certainly seem ready for me," the man chuckled, enjoying himself immensely.
"I am, but I'm not sure you can handle me. I may need a few of your men again. They always enjoy themselves with us."
"Not tonight, my love. I have all the seed you could want." The man removed his garments quickly, revealing an average sized but magnificently hard penis. Catherine wondered what the women meant by needing more men. The thought excited her, as unusual and depraved things often did.
"Oh I love it when you get this hard. What has you so excited?"
"The thought of having you when we got up here."
"What could you possibly hope for from me? You know how intense my needs are. Do you really believe you can satisfy me?"
"There is only way to find out!" The man forced the woman to her knees (although forced is quite strong, as the woman seemed more than willing). He roughly grabbed the hair on the back of her head.
"Oh, you know just how I like it!" The woman's eyes were fixed on the head of the man's hard penis, and then she opened her mouth for what she knew would come next. Suddenly, with a hard thrust, the man shoved his cock inside her mouth, and started pumping in and out.
This shocked Catherine, although she would never admit it. She never admitted weakness, and though the rough nature of this sexual act surprised her, the fingers between her legs, hard nipples and labored breathing suggested that she may not actually be repulsed by it.
"That's it, take it all in. I have no idea how you can do that, it is amazing. Mmm, get it all wet, make it drip." The man started to remove the woman's dress, ripping it from the back. Underneath, a type of sexy undergarments (barely) hid her modesty, but the woman herself was already undoing them, all while servicing her lover without any interruption.
"Hmm, I think you know what I want now," the man said, as the woman laid down flat on the bed. He quickly placed himself with his large testicles over her face. She took them into her mouth, making loud sucking noises and running her tongue everywhere she could, making his balls as wet as his well-sucked cock.
The woman then did something even more shocking to Catherine. The man turned around and squatted, as the woman eagerly stuck her tongue into his behind, digging deep and licking hard. She continued to do this for some time. Catherine could feel her juices running down her leg. Thankfully her sexuality, which at times could be characterized as an all-consuming monster, was usually under her control enough that she wouldn't get carried away. She stayed silent even as the room started to fill with deep, guttural groans. The man was clearly enjoying himself as much as Catherine.
"Damn it all, Isabella, you have the best tongue imaginable." Isabella was pleased by this, and increased her efforts. While her tongue had been doing its work, her thumbs were positioned such that she could gently massage the man's prostate area from the outside. That area between his balls and asshole she knew to be a particularly good spot to stimulate a man. She knew that there was no way her lover could possibly last long with the level of arousal she had helped him achieve, but she was not concerned with her own pleasure. This wasn't about her, or her needs.
"Ok, I think I've withheld my cock from you long enough."
"Thank God. I swear, I would just love to take your seed inside me and have your child. Nothing could possibly give me more pleasure!"
This clearly pleased the man, who blushed slightly and smiled. "Perhaps someday, but for now it would be disastrous, especially for you."
"I know, I know. I guess I'll have to have you the old fashioned way," replied Isabella, as she removed the rest of her clothing and rested on her hands and knees, with a wicked smile on her face and a shake in her hips. "Before you cock goes in though, I need some tongue of my own. Get in there, my love, you know how wet it makes me!"
The man spread out her cheeks and quickly licked away at her asshole. He enjoyed this as much, if not more than getting it done to him. He would be satisfied pleasing his lady like this all day and night if she needed, and indeed Isabella had let him do so at times. His favorite quality of hers had to be her often insatiable desire. It excited him to no end.
Sensing her need, he dispensed with further pleasantries, moving quickly to penetration. Here was a sure-fire way to prevent unexpected pregnancy, and Isabella's ass was well acquainted with his cock. He slid in slowly, then increased his speed till he was rutting away as hard as he could. Isabella for her part seemed to have no problem at all with this invasion, reveling in the distinctly naughty nature of this sexual encounter, which was echoed by Catherine, who had removed her undergarments and most of her clothes, while staying carefully hidden. She knew she was as close to orgasm as the man she was watching, but wanted to prolong the experience, waiting for the right moment.
The man finally peaked, releasing a long, low cry of ecstasy, as well as seven or eight strong spurts of semen. Isabella followed soon after, screaming and losing control of her muscles, collapsing onto the bed. Only Catherine remained silent, though her orgasm surpassed both of theirs in intensity and duration, marred only by a strong emission of liquid from Catherine's pussy, an inevitable conclusion to her best orgasms that always caused her a little bit of guilt and embarrassment. The orgasm was so intense in fact, that Catherine did not remember what happened in the next several minutes. She came to when she heard the man's voice again.
"Perhaps we should use a different room next time? I know we are not exactly hiding our relationship, but I still would rather not have to deal with my wife. Perhaps I should move her to a palace on a different part of the grounds?"
"No, I prefer that she stays here. Her eyes follow me from time to time, and it excites me."
Catherine slowly swallowed. "She must hate you!" retorted the stunned man.
"I don't think so, Henry," Isabella replied, delight dancing behind her dark eyes. "Those looks she gives makes me feel like I picked the wrong monarch." It was at that moment that Catherine realized Isabella's eyes were looking searchingly at the mirror next to the bed. They finally came to rest on Catherine's eyes, twice reflected but still no less clear than if she had been looking directly at her.
"I sometimes feel I should get to know Catherine a little bit better. She may be your wife, but she turns me on." If Catherine had not just climaxed, the look Isabella just gave her by itself would have done it.
...too be continued