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Adalfrida, Ada for short, is a widowed maid who has served the royal family for twenty years. The late King was a noble man who ruled peacefully. Sadly, he passed away two years ago. The Queen Isolda has maintained the kingdom suitably.
The problem is their only son. Prince Ramsay is lazy, spoiled and, most of all, promiscuous. As good rulers his parents were, they failed him as parents, or so Ada thinks.
Thankfully, Ada has dodged being his personal maid. He has harassed his maids until they had intercourse. The weird part is they ended up loving it.
Ada knows firsthand, thanks to her old friend Narcissa, that the bratty Prince has an amazing… member. She always got flustered and changed the subject, but her friend kept bringing it up.
One day, a year ago, she left, just like many others before her. It’s gossiped that she got pregnant with a bastard child, but she didn’t confirm it before leaving, since she slowly distanced herself from everyone but the Prince.
Ada was sad, but at least she has her son Daniel. He’s such a handsome, kind boy. Well, he’s nineteen, but he’ll always be her boy.
It’s been a long time since Ramsay was old enough to take the crown, but he was too apathetic and… “busy” to take it. The nobles of the kingdom have pushed for him to finally accept it, though, and the ceremony will be tomorrow.
Queen Isolda herself has asked Ada to assist the Prince with whatever he needs, and she can’t refuse her Queen. Daniel is nervous, though. As a commoner, he hasn’t interacted much with the Prince, but he has suffered his sickening ways.
Daniel was infatuated with his friend, Sady. She was a gorgeous young woman, with green eyes and curly dark hair that waved like the sea whenever she turned her head.
And she did turn heads. Especially the Prince’s. He bothered his mother until she approved of Sady as a royal maid, and he took his chance.
Daniel saw how Sady slowly distanced from him for months, spending less and less time outside the castle. The last time he saw her, he swears she had a small belly under her uncommonly loose clothing.
What Ada didn’t tell him is that she saw firsthand how the Prince messed with her, ordered her around and, finally, called her to his room several times. She looked happy, though.
She disappeared without a word. They’ve heard she is now living in the Eastern Islands, with a small chunk of royal money to live for a couple of years.
Daniel was really sad during all of this, and resents the Prince immensely.
“Please, be careful, mom,” he almost begs.
“I know you’re worried, honey, but there’s nothing to stress about. I’m an old lady; the Prince has many beautiful girls to choose from for his misdeeds.”
Sure, the Prince has ogled at her here and there, even commented on her appearance with his noble friends in front of her, but she won’t tell him this.
Ada is a very good-looking woman. This won’t come out of her mouth, but she turns heads. Not as much as when she was younger, but still.
She has blonde hair and dark olive eyes. Her curves have aged well. A beautiful smile, a pretty nose.
She’s chubbier than she was twenty years ago, but she can admit to herself that she is still good-looking.
“I’m telling you this as your son who loves you: you’re not old, you’re very beautiful. Please, if something ever happens, let’s leave. Leave this kingdom. We can go wherever, but please…”
Ada holds her son’s cheeks lovingly and kisses his forehead.
“Do not worry.”
She leaves for the night to check on the Prince.
* * * * *
The Prince doesn’t look nervous at all. He moves around, followed by a bunch of servants who give him tips and choices.
Ada has spent some time making sure his royal attire is in perfect condition, taking notes of preferences for the feast, and then has been cleaning his chambers, while the others take care of the throne room.
She was alone until right now. Prince Ramsay barges in, with his short blond hair being caressed by… a sergeant! Ada has seen her plenty of times, an athletic woman with short red hair. Always practicing, always sweaty, always stunning.
Ada has been hidden by the closet door, as she was making sure no corner was left dirty. They don’t pay attention to the room. The girl closes the door and joins the Prince on the bed.
Ada can’t go out now, it would be so impudent. She has to see how they undress each other. She doesn’t know who has a better body. Both abs rub against each other, hers of hard training, his of stupid genetics, since he’s barely put effort into his lessons.
They kiss, she straddles him and touches his pants. Ada stifles a cry. The bulge is still growing, but it’s already huge!
The soldier skillfully jerks him through his pants, while giving him as much tongue as he wants.
“So you’re going to be a king, huh?”
“Was always going to be,” he smirks. “You sure you don’t want a king’s baby?”
“To be deserted like the others? No thanks.”
“You sure you aren’t just gorukle escort an anal slut?”
The redhead makes a face like she wants to kill him but, instead, starts undoing his pants.
“That’s right. Serve your king,” Ramsay relaxes back on his bed and puts his hands under his head, waiting for the blowjob.
She takes it out. A long, thick member, slightly curved to the right, with a very pink, spongy head. It’s already lubricated with its own lube, and the girl adds to it by sucking on the glans.
“Mhh…”
“Ah, shit!” the soon to be King clamors. “More tongue.”
She delivers, licking all over the head, squeezing his meat against her lips.
Ada has been entranced by the sight, but she’s so worried. How is she going to get out of here? She looks at the door. It’s not far, but she would have to walk right in front of them.
The Prince pushes her head down, giving himself the pleasure he wants, while she chokes and wails. Her nose brushes against his blond pubes, and her chin threatens to brush his balls.
“Yeah. The best throat of the kingdom!” he praises.
He moves further into the bed, and she crawls right in front of him. This is Ada’s chance. She quietly moves to the door, but the Prince gets up to check on his sex partner. What he sees, instead, is his maid, walking in front of his fellatio.
She freezes, maintaining eye contact. Instead of panicking or getting angry he smiles at her. Ada keeps walking but the Prince says: “No, no, no.”
She is at the door, seeing him gesturing for her to stay, while forcing the girl down on his dick so she doesn’t ask what’s wrong.
Red and dying inside, Ada watches as the muscular, cute lady swallows that mast. Her mature privates are wet already, begging for some love, but there’s no way she’s giving them that right now.
The Prince seems to get off seeing her there, watching, struggling not to masturbate. He can smell her arousal, delight in her panic.
After a while, and wanting to do something else, he motions for the maid to leave.
Ada slowly opens the well-greased door and leaves. She runs outside of the castle, not greeting the guards as she always does, and goes back home.
“Hey, mom!” Daniel greets her with a hug.
Still shaken, she kisses his forehead and goes to bed.
“I left you some porridge at the-“
“I’m not hungry,” Ada ends the conversation and closes the door.
She feels sad she’s paying her discomfort with her son, but she can’t help it. She undresses, her underwear soaked in sticky juices, and leaves it on the chair so she remembers to clean it tomorrow.
Getting on the bed, she can’t help but fantasize. Imagining that huge penis makes her legs quiver. The way that woman sucked it, what if it was her? How would it taste?
It’s been so long, the bed so empty… She slaps her face and turns around, looking at the wall. Her hand creeps down, rubbing her mom belly, her pubic hair.
It stays there, as she bites her lip, fighting against her demons, but they are too strong, it’s been ages without a man. She touches herself, flinching at the huge reaction of her body.
Her other hand fondles her big, saggy breast, squeezing its pointy nipple. She hides her screams and just touches her body, thinking of a nice, young penis, waiting for her to do something with it.
She uses one hand to finger inside her, dreaming that it’s that dick, and the other strokes her clit, protruding and eager for more and more.
It’s coming. She feels the electricity from the tip of her toes, going up until it reaches…
“Mhhh! Oh, lord!” escapes her lips.
She quiets down, waiting for her son to rush into her room, finding her naked and sweaty, but nothing.
She breathes, still shaky, until she falls asleep.
* * * * *
The coronation went well. The now King made use of his undeniable presence and charisma for once, and everyone clapped as he smiled, full of himself.
The Queen had her regent’s face, but Ada knew she was a bit worried. As she should because, as soon as everyone left, the King reunited his council and started barking orders, so they would help him fulfill all his selfish wishes.
Ada aside, in case anyone needed anything, saw a couple of irritated faces, but no one dared stand against their king.
Ramsay didn’t stay much in the castle for the next week, so she didn’t have to see him. She was so ashamed every time he looked at her, with that smirk and bright eyes.
He went out a lot. The more optimists said he was a man of the people, but the places he frequented most were bars and gambling houses.
Therefore, his mother kept ruling on his behalf, ashamed of her son, and probably blaming herself for being too lenient with the unruly child.
Today Ada is doing laundry, and spots one of the King’s underwear, stained with a peculiar substance. It’s very common, and she has always refrained but… this time…
She holds them, and takes them closer to her face. Dirty clothes aren’t very nice-smelling bursa görükle escort to her, but this… this is something else. The pungent smell of a man.
She is about to take them to her nose when she hears doors slamming open. She drops them into the basin and turns around.
Clive, a guard friend of hers enters the room.
“You need to come, Ada. Now!”
Ada follows him, at a brisk pace, because running inside the castle is frowned upon. Clive won’t answer her pleas for information.
They arrive at the prison. He points inside and goes back to his post. Ada’s heart jumps, there’s only one person she’d be called with such insistence for.
There he is, unscathed but worried.
“My baby! What happened?” she reaches through the cell.
“No touching!” the prison guard, an always angry, burly man with a long, black beard shouts.
She gives two steps back, startled.
“It’s the King. He came to the bar, drunk. He…”
“What, honey?” she insists after his silence.
“Mind your words, prisoner. Slandering the King will not help your sentence,” the guard warns him coldly.
“Would you mind leaving us alone?” Ada tells the man, upset.
“Yeah? And what would you give me in exchange?” the middle aged man ogles her plentiful cleavage.
Daniel bangs on the cell, and the guard puts his hand on his weapon.
“Enough!” a showy voice commands.
The guard salutes, and Ada looks back. It’s King Ramsay, dressing in his expensive clothes, so out of place there. She gets nervous and looks down.
“What happened, my King? My child is a good man…”
“A good man that assaults his King?” he looks at Ada, refusing to address her son.
“Daniel!” she looks at her boy.
He looks down, silently confessing to his crime.
“He attacked me last night,” Ramsay says.
“I thought you were staying with Theo!” she looks at her son again.
“He forced me out for drinks, and…” Daniel looks at the King with ire, “he said things about you.”
“What?” Ada looks at the King now.
“I only said the truth, that you caught me… in an indecent position.”
“No. You said she looked at you with the hungry eyes of a s-.”
“Shush!” Ada silences him, half irated, half ashamed. “My king…” she observes the blond, affronted.
She feels like appeasing a dispute between kids, while one of them is the monarch. It’s not easy, and she doesn’t know how to navigate this situation.
The King shrugs: “I apologize for my choice of words while drunk, but I wasn’t wrong.”
Daniel’s knuckles tense against the metal bars. Ava gives him a look, and he moves away to sit on a stool.
“That’s not a thing someone of your standing should say about a lady… my King.”
“I don’t think you are in a position to point fingers, miss Sterling,” he gives a step closer. “Your son is in a huge mess due to his belligerent manners.”
“What will happen to him?” she asks.
“It depends.”
“On what?”
“Me…”
“No, mother…” Daniel begs.
“Shush!” she repeats.
“Let’s discuss this in a more welcoming place,” King Ramsay walks away with a grin on his face.
Ada follows him, listening to her son pleading for her to be careful one last time.
* * * * *
“ME!?” Ada yelps.
Ramsay nods.
“But… You… You have that beautiful girl.”
“And she will still be around. But now I fancy you,” he says while sitting on a chair, checking her up and down.
“But… But…” she stutters, cheeks blushing.
“You do you, miss Sterling. Just know that maybe tomorrow I might have changed my mind, and will let the judge decide your son’s fate.”
He stands up and walks out of the room. Heart palpitating, she follows him.
“Wait. My king!”
He stops in the middle of the hallway, and she almost bumps into him.
“W-what am I supposed to do?”
He smirks.
* * * * *
He’s taken her to his room, and is standing right in front of his bed. Ava remembers what happened the last time they both were in this place.
She looks down and waits. Ramsay catches her attention with a snap of his fingers.
“Undress me.”
Being a maid, it’s not an uncommon request. But in this prickly situation, she gets nervous. Walking closer, she starts unbuttoning his fancy shirt.
His tanned abs from lazing around turn her on. She tries to clear her mind but, as soon as she folds the shirt on the bed, he points down.
“W-what?” she mumbles.
His raised eyebrow says it all. She starts taking his pants off, reluctantly. Her touch on his waist makes his bulge appear. It grows and grows. Ada knows it’s not the biggest it can get, and she starts sweating.
At least he’s okay with leaving his expensive underwear on. For now.
“What now? All I want is for my boy to be forgiven…”
“And he will, if you please me.”
His nasty grin makes her furious. He sits on the spacious bed and taps next to him. She walks slowly and he stops her right in front of him.
“I’ll need you to take your clothes off too.”
“What!?” she exclaims.
“Did you think I brought you here to play checkers? Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you’re… ‘comfortable’.”
“But I’m dirty and… didn’t groom myself.”
“I like it natural, and I like you. But if you don’t want this you can always leave,” he moves his hand to the closed doors.
Thinking of her boy, she scoffs. Unbuttoning her dress, she grabs it and slowly pulls it over her head. She expects some callous remarks about her unshaven underarms or slightly saggy breasts and tummy, due to age and having a baby.
The King actually opens his mouth and stares with hunger.
“Perfect,” he says.
This comment turns her beat red face even more colored than anything before. She is breathless, staring at her own big boobs and slightly chubby body.
“I-” she tries to excuse her imperfect body.
“Shush,” he makes her quiet, the same way she did her son. “Come here,” he taps next to him for her to sit.
She moves next to him. He smells good. Only aristocrats can buy these kinds of perfumes.
He puts his arm around her waist and pushes her closer. He is so warm, looking at her from above, dominating her with his cocky royal presence.
“What do you want to do, then?” she stares at the wall.
He lifts her chin up, and gets his lips closer.
“Why? You have gorgeous girls around… Why me?”
“You’re the hottest woman around,” he says and kisses her. A lip kiss, but with strength and passion.
She immediately melts in his embrace, and doesn’t even realize he’s pushing her on the bed until she hits the mattress.
Ramsay gets on top of her, caressing her hair while he introduces more tongue.
Ada is really trying to think about her son, but all she feels is lust. She meshes her tongue with his, something she hasn’t done in a long time.
His hand goes down her neck, tickling her, adding to the arousal. Then it goes to her left tit. She shivers at the feeling. The King teases her areola, hardening her already big nipple.
She’s literally selling her body to that young man. So dirty, but it feels so good.
His head moves down, moaning and praising her taste. He kisses her sweaty neck, going down to her chest. His bulge presses on her thigh.
“I’ve wanted to suck on these for so many years…” he smirks at her, before immersing in the erect nipple.
“Shit!” she curses, something she hasn’t done in a long time.
He starts pulling it with his lips, licking around to keep it stiff. Then he grabs the other mass of flesh, pressing it, circling around the other nipple. Ada caresses his hair. Ramsay allows it for a while, then he grabs her hands and presses them over her head, while still enjoying her bosom.
She feels so ashamed of her armpit stubble, and asks him to let go, but he reads her mind. With a smile he goes to the side and smells her shame, enjoying her body odor.
“Oh, God, please!” she begs, humiliated.
“Lovely,” he grins, and passes his tongue on the wet surface.
She trembles under him, imprisoned in his hands, while he has his way with her in the most shameful way.
“Ah! No!” she says.
He covers her mouth with his free hand, affronted.
“Quiet, you! I want to get off, not a headache!”
Then that bulge she’s felt around her thighs throughout the sexual encounter is laid over her mound. Soft underwear brushing against each other, she cries into his hand, feeling all the accumulated tension explode.
He is loving it, and lets go of her mouth, covering it with his own before she can scream for the castle to hear.
His tongue playing with hers, giving her a taste of herself, he starts frotting his not small package on her labia, brushing up until his glans rub the clit, then back down, pushing it in slightly, teasing a penetration.
Ada is about to cry, but not from fear or anger, far from it. She hasn’t felt so good in so long, maybe ever. May Charles forgive her up in heaven, she doesn’t think she’s ever felt so turned on, so desired.
The petting session goes on for a while. Her soaked panties are punished by the big rod, and the man on top of her keeps fucking her mouth with his skilled tongue, playing with her udders. Why does he have to be so good at everything!?
She feels it coming, electricity rushing through her body, her mind getting foggy with desire, but… he stops.
King Ramsay sits on the bed, with a big stain on his undergarment. Flustered, and wiping the sweat they’ve shared in their embrace, he looks at her.
“W-why?” Ada asks, breathing deep.
“Why what? Why did I stop?” Ada nods. “I thought you didn’t want me to, after all.”
She looks away, coming back to her senses.
“You can leave now,” he says.
“R-really? After-“
“Really. I don’t need your services for today.”
“And… my son?”
He smirks: “Do you think this is enough to get him out of a life sentence?” Ada wails. “Don’t worry. Do my bidding for a while and he will be free. I promise.”
The word of a king shall not be taken lightly, or so she hopes. As much as she wants to keep going, she won’t stoop so low as to beg for attention from this brat.
She dresses herself and leaves, with a red face.
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