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Subject: STORY: pt.4/5, Juan Carlos, King of Spain, by W Mitty

"Juan Carlos, King of Spain," by Walter Mitty
part 4 of 5
ww mitty@aol.com
copyright 1997

 ** explicit scenes: do not read if you are not
    of age in your jurisdiction **








"Tonight I am Juan Carlos, King of Spain. 
Tonight I rule with the scepter you see before you." 


PART 4 OF 5

I held my breath. I waited for Serrafina or 
Isabella to laugh. I waited for the evening to fall 
apart because of my foolishness. Serrafina 
leaned close to my face. As she spoke, I could 
smell the dried juice of Isabella's sex on
her face. This is what she said:

"Tonight you are whoever you want to be. 
Tonight, you are Juan Carlos. King of Spain. 
This is your subject, and your authority is your staff."

I felt a rush of blood to my member and 
my face, and continued to caress Isabella's back. 
Serrafina poured oil onto her hand and 
began to massage the back of our princess' thighs. 
Isabella moaned again and pressed her sex into
the bed. Noticing her increased arousal, Serra 
took a pillow and placed it under Isabella's hips 
so that her buttocks were tipped into the air and
slightly separated. Serra then nodded to me and 
pointed to Isabella's mid-section. I moved my 
oiled hands to her cheeks, and contemplated her
beautiful backside as I massaged it. Her bottom 
was snowy white, in marked contrast to the rest 
of her body -- two pale globes waiting to be 
gently pried apart. As I was massaging Isabella, 
Serra returned to our night stand and pulled out a 
tube of KY jelly. She then placed a second pillow 
underneath Isabella's hips, thereby lewdly raising 
her backside well above the bed and separating 
her cheeks a bit more. I briefly wondered if such 
a position could be comfortable, but Isabella 
strained to raise her buttocks even higher to
meet my wandering hands.

No one had spoken for some time, so Serra's 
voice came as a surprise when she said, 
"Isabella, put your knees under your body 
and raise your ass off the bed. That's good, 
now put your face down on this pillow."  
Isabella gasped, but complied quickly. If she 
was uncomfortable to so revealed, she did not
show it. My wife sat down next to Isabella's 
raised bottom, and placed a hand on each cheek. 
Again she looked into my eyes and said, "Juan 
Carlos, King of Spain, kiss the ass of your 
captive princess." I leaned forward and 
placed my lips on the left cheek of Isabella, 
and then moved to kiss the right cheek.
Serra, still looking into my eyes, pulled 
Isabella's cheeks apart to expose her back 
hole, which appeared pink and embarrassed 
to be exposed so. 

"Juan Carlos, King of Spain, kiss the ring 
of your captive princess," said Serrafina. 
I leaned forward and pressed my lips to 
Isabella's anus, and Isabella gasped with 
pleasure. Evidently she had never been 
paid tribute in such fashion.

Serrafina was smiling, and I could smell that 
she was as turned by this as any of us. "Juan 
Carlos, King of Spain, open the path with 
your tongue so that your staff may follow." 
I pushed my tongue as far into Isabella as I
could, and could feel Isabella's ring squeeze 
around my tongue as she climaxed and pressed 
her ass back into my face.

When Isabella finished climaxing, I raised myself 
and looked for the lubricant. I took the tube 
and began to apply it to my index finger, but
Serra shook her head and said, "Remember, I 
set the pace." With that, she took the tube from 
me and squeezed the gel onto her fingers. 
"Isabella, [or did she say 'captive princess?' -- 
at this point I could not distinguish] reach back 
with your hands and open your cheeks." 
Isabella dutifully obeyed, face in the pillow, 
hands pulling her cheeks open. 

"Wider," said Serrafina. Again.

Serra then massaged the lubricant into 
Isabella's back hole, all the while being careful 
not to penetrate with her fingers. That virgin 
hole, after all, was meant for me. Serra 
then squeezed out a larger amount of 
lubricant and applied it to my member. 
I was grateful that I had come earlier in the
evening, because the shear anticipation 
was making it difficult to hold back.

Serrafina then said, "Captive princess, 
ask your King to press his staff into
you." Isabella, in a weak kittenish voice, 
said, "Juan Carlos, please press
your staff --"

"That's not how a common captive, 
even a princess,  should address a King."
Serra interrupted. "Ask him in your own words." 

Isabella, frantic with desire and filled with 
apprehension, mumbled something that was 
muffled by the pillow, but whatever she said 
it was not sufficient to pacify Serrafina, 
who leaned down to Isabella and whispered 
fiercely in her ear.

Isabella moaned again, and spoke in a clear 
voice: "Juan Carlos, King of Spain, please put 
your cock in my ass."

I wasted no time. I placed the head of my member 
near her puckered hole. It was then I first realized 
the difference in size: recall that I am not a small man. 
But Serra was not about to let the moment pass 
and, seizing my member, pressed the head firmly 
against Isabella's back entrance. "Wider," Serra 
said to Isabella, "wider still." Isabella complied 
again and pulled her cheeks even farther apart. 
I pressed firmly, but without haste, and Serra
held on the base of my sex to guide me. My head 
suddenly popped into her, and we both gasped. 
We held still for a moment while Isabella relaxed, 
and then at Serra's behest I pressed a bit deeper. 
Isabella yelped, and we held still once again, only 
to press deeper at Serra's continued urgings.

This process went on for what seemed like 
ages until, almost without anyone realizing it, 
my hips were firmly pressed against Isabella's 
cheeks. Serra leaned forward and whispered, 
"He's all the way in." Isabella gasped in surprise 
and Serra whispered another instruction to her.

Isabella said, "Carlos King" -- her royal syntax 
was getting garbled in the confusion, but nobody 
minded -- "King, please fuck my ass."

I pulled my member out most of its length 
and pressed back in to the hilt slowly. Isabella 
was groaning with pleasure. Out and in. 
Out and in again. Serra then grabbed my member 
and pulled it all the way out and said, "Push it
in to the hilt in one stroke." I did. And again. 
While Serra, wicked and funny and altogether 
new to me, whispered to Isabella a final time.

"King, please buttfuck me hard and deep," 
yelped Isabella, and as she was making this 
request Serra's hands moved from my member 
to Isabella's clit and worked it lovingly.

Reader, in this instance euphemism will not do. 
I fucked Isabella's ass as deeply as I could. 
I fucked it vigorously. I could feel Serra insert her
fingers into the pussy of our captive princess 
and I could feel the asshole of our captive princess 
clamp rhythmically around my cock as she screamed 
out a climax. I could feel the telltale tightness in 
my balls as my time neared, and this time without 
prompting Isabella yelled "King Carlos, come 
in my ass! Come in my ass!"

That was all the invitation I needed. The 
disparate tinglings all over my body gathered 
to the head of my cock -- the center of the 
universe just then -- and poured out through the 
tip as I unloaded wave after wave of come into
the asshole of my beautiful captive princess. 
I roared and she shrieked as I pumped my 
cum as deeply between her cheeks as I could.

As the orgasms subsided, we collapsed onto 
our sides, and Serra kissed Isabella on the mouth. 
I felt glorious and dizzy. As my erection began to
pass, I gently pulled my member out of Isabella's 
back hole. She squirmed as drops of my come 
slowly slipped out of her ass, and I kissed her 
on the mouth.

The three of us remained there unmoving, 
catching our breath, Serrafina on one side of 
Isabella and I on the other spent, while 
Isabella quietly moaned in pleasure of the 
memory of my sex reaming her out.

One by one we dozed off, but the night was 
not over, and before long I awakened to 
Serrafina's gentle whisper in my ear. "Wake up 
sleepyhead, you still have work to do............"

TO BE CONCLUDED IN PART 5

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