Accidental Cuckold Ch. 02

"Well, perhaps, I could do all the work while you lay there," I suggested, stroking my hard cock.

"Don't be silly. You are a peasant, a servant. You can't put that thing in me! What if you were to impregnate me? How would I explain that to my father? And to my adoring public?"

I scowled at her, hoping she wasn't seriously planning on denying me her pussy. I began to think of plausible objections to get my princess to fuck her servant. Did they have condoms back then? I wondered.

"But...I love you, princess," was all I could come with.

She looked me in the eyes adoringly, as if to say she loved me too, but stayed in character. "Maybe so, but that is your own fault. We can not be," she insisted. "I'm a mess now. I command you to bathe me."

I sighed, resigning myself to the fact that it might be a while before I got laid. Her commitment to her role was going to make it a challenge. Maybe that's how she wanted it to be. But I reminded myself that if this were a movie, the poor peasant usually has his forbidden love in the end. Then I thought again...unless the story was one of tragedy.

"I hope this chick flick has a happy ending," I said, under my breath as I went to run her a bath. As I did noted the time on the clock. We'd been at this game for a lot longer than I'd thought. It was going on five o'clock.

I came back and scooped her up in my arms and carried her to the bathroom, setting her gently in the water. I grabbed a sponge, poured her fruit scented Victoria's Secret body wash onto it and began to clean her.

She remained quiet for most of the bath, occasionally complimenting 'the peasant' on what an excellent servant he was, or pointing out where he missed a spot. I added a gentle kiss to each body part after I'd cleaned it. Though I enjoyed the eroticism of giving my wife a sponge bath, I was rock hard and dying to ravage her.

When I finished cleansing her, I suggested that I should also wash up. I was sticky with her juices almost everywhere, and her strong scent was lingering on me. But she insisted that I remain covered in her juices, she rather enjoyed it. After all, I was a peasant, a stable boy at that, what did I need to be clean for?

I dried her off with one our best Egyptian towels, then carried her to the bedroom and laid her on the bed per her instructions.

She had me find her something comfortable to wear, and then had me put it on her, a mid-thigh length, pink, sleeping gown made of silk. I also replaced the diamond tennis bracelet on her ankle, which she'd removed before her bath.

Then she complained of hunger and told me to cook for her. I left her to relax on the bed while I started to prepare dinner. She couldn't have picked something easy, no, it was lobster and scallions for the princess.

Before I let myself become too frustrated by the one-sidedness of this game, I reminded myself how I adored this spoiled rotten princess.

And it was Christmas, and Christmas was all about giving after all, so I did my best to put on some Christmas cheer. At least I'd had a couple of orgasms with her, rather than my own palm.

Eventually she came downstairs, sat at the table and watched me as I cooked for her in the nude. There were some real life issues I wanted to talk to her about, maybe even re-broach the subject of why we'd had such a long sex drought, but she was still not relinquishing her character.

My wife, Anastasia, was still absent for the moment. I was cooking for Princess Anastasia, her crown still atop her head.

I set two plates on the table and served the food.

"Why two plates, peasant? Are you trying to get me fat? I only need one plate."

"Well...I'm hungry too, Ana," I said, in disbelief that she might actually be insisting that I not eat the meal I'd worked so hard to prepare.

"Princess, Ana," she corrected me, "Do not forget yourself, peasant. And what business do you have eating at the same table as a princess?"

"But...but..." I must have looked like a scolded child at that moment.

"You may eat when I have no further use for you. Right now I'm rather looking forward to having you at my feet, dining on my beautiful little toes like you did so well earlier, while I enjoy the delicious meal you've prepared."

You want me to worship your feet while you eat? Ok, Princess Anastasia is officially a bitch, and this game officially sucks, I thought to myself. I had half a mind to snatch that tiara off her head and break it, then shove my dick in her mouth and fuck her throat until she gagged on my cum.

Anastasia pushed her chair back a little and flung one leg up onto an adjacent chair, and raised her other foot onto the table beside her plate. "I know I demand a lot of you. But I am fair. I have great rewards for my servants who please me well," she said, seductively as she spread her legs wide and pulled up her silk gown until I could see the landing strip of fuzzy blonde hair above her pussy.

She must have sensed my growing impatience, because she'd just played me like a fiddle.

Anastasia took her time eating dinner. I must have been under the table for an hour, rubbing, kissing and licking my wife's feet while she ate. She complimented me on the meal several times, as well as how good I was at pampering her feet with my mouth. I said nothing.

Her gown remained pulled up to her waist while she ate so I could see her pussy. It was almost like she'd done it on purpose so I could see the incentive that awaited me. The smell of her sex got stronger the longer I sucked her toes. I could see that she was getting very wet.

When she finished her meal, she pushed her plate away, pulled her chair back and flung both of her feet up onto the table. "I'm too full for desert, but I want you to have some. Come here, peasant. I want you to eat my royal cunt like it's the most savory desert you've ever had in your life!"

I recognized the breathy tone of her voice and knew I'd gotten her very horny. I dove right in and began feasting on her hot, wet hole with reckless abandon.

My wife grabbed the back of my head tightly and pulled my face deep into her sticky center while letting her feet fall off the table and rest on my shoulders.

I wrapped my lips around her clit and sucked her like a thick milkshake through a straw.

Her hips bucked and her feet pressed down on my shoulders hard. The chair slipped out from underneath her and she caught herself just before falling. Her head and shoulders were all that remained on the seat of the chair and she clung tightly too it as she pushed her dripping snatch into my face, forcing me to support most of her weight on my shoulders.

She began to shake as she climaxed, lost her grip on the chair and fell onto the hardwood floor. Her feet slipped off my shoulders and she squeezed my head between her legs with her thighs. In spite of her fall, she refused to let me stop. Her cunt erupted, spraying her pussy cocktail everywhere.

"Ohhh god! Don't you dare fucking stop!" she screamed.

What ensued was another very long pussy eating session in which she squirted all over my face, the chairs, the table legs, and the floor, repeatedly.

When she was decidedly finished with me, she pulled me to her lips for the longest, most passionate kiss I'd felt in a long time.

"You are absolutely wonderful, stable boy. If you were a prince, I would fuck your brains out right now!" she panted, staring at me hungrily.

"I may not be a prince, but I can fuck you like a stallion!" I said, wantingly.

Anastasia chuckled, "Don't be ridiculous, peasant. You are wonderful, but still a peasant. Fetch me a wash cloth and clean me up."

I sat there staring at her with nothing but want on my face. I knew that she knew what I wanted, and how badly. How could she be so cold as to continue denying me?

"Be a good servant, and go," she said, smiling at me.

I got up and retrieved a hot washrag with soap, hoping that her smile was indicative of me getting some pussy in the very near future. I slipped and nearly fell as the floor was slick with her fluids. I washed the stickiness away from her pussy and thighs, and she thanked me, and ordered me to carry her to her bed.

I laid my wife down on our bed and she promptly peeled off her gown and rolled onto her stomach. She then instructed me on where to find her lotion. She wanted a massage.

I spent another hour massaging her, sporting a perpetual hard on the entire time.

The sight of her naked flesh always had a spellbinding effect on me. I felt lucky to have such an unbelievably beautiful wife, and in spite of my frustrated dick, I put my maximum effort into rubbing every sexy curve of her body. I craved the reward that awaited me.

Anastasia chose not to speak while I rubbed her down. And when I spoke she shushed me. She wanted to focus on enjoying the feel of my hands on her body.

Finally she turned over, and pulled me to her lips for a soft kiss. "You've been wonderful today, stable boy. More wonderful than I can ever tell you. You've shown me that you do truly care about my needs more than your own. I've seen how much satisfaction you get from pleasing me. I understand you better now."

Even though she was still speaking in character, as evidenced by her accent, I could tell she was speaking to me personally.

I wanted to tell her that I did love to please her, but I was in need of some satisfaction of my own. But I sensed that this entire game had been some sort of a test, just as I'd suspected earlier. The message seemed clear to me - she thought I was a selfish lover and wanted to see that I could cater to her once in a while without asking for anything in return.

"Yes, princess, I love to please you, more than anything else," I said, showing her how sensitive I could be to her needs. "And it's because I love you, so very much."

"I know," she whispered, kissing me again. "And you know how I feel about you too, even though you are a peasant. Now go and eat. When you're done, make sure the kitchen is clean. Then go and bathe yourself. And then..." She deliberately chose not to finish her sentence, laying back on the bed and running her hands over her naked body slowly and seductively.

"Such a tease," I shook my head, certain that I would finally get some pussy once I'd finished doing what she asked of me.

I hopped off of the bed and went about getting things done quickly. I reheated the food and scarfed it down, barely able to taste anything other than my wife's cunt at that point. I cleaned the kitchen as fast as I could, doing a rather half assed job of it. Then I took a hot shower and washed away her sticky sex juices and scent from my body.

My cock was hard from thinking about finally getting to fuck my wife as I dried off and wrapped the towel around my waist. I headed for the bedroom. The door was locked.

"You can't be fucking serious," I said, exasperated. I knocked several times, but no answer. I listened but heard no sound. She'd gone to sleep and locked me out.

If she wanted to sleep, fine. But why lock me out of our bedroom? "This is fucked up!" I yelled. I wanted to cry.

Maybe she WAS on drugs, I thought, as I yanked a blanket from the hall closet and headed down to the sofa.

This was the first time I'd ever really found myself hating the fact that she was so good at role-playing. It was her favorite part of our sex life, getting to play all those naughty roles. And it was her commitment to her role and all of the little details that made it feel so real, which is what had made it my favorite thing to do as well. I'd spent a boatload of money on an expansive collection of naughty costumes just for the purpose of our dirty games. But this was too much.

Regardless of the fact that "Princess Anastasia" was royalty and not supposed to found in bed with a peasant, as I tried to rationalize her thinking, the real Anastasia had to know that locking me out of our bedroom when we weren't even fighting was a cruel thing to do. I knew I had a right to be mad, and I was going to have an unpleasant talk with her in the morning about how she'd taken it too far this time.

"Fuck!" I yelled as I realized the sofa was still too wet to sleep on. I ended up sleeping on the floor. After a lot of tossing and turning, fuming over my predicament, I eventually dozed off.

...I could have sworn I felt something touch my leg. There it is again. I opened my eyes and the room was still dark, but there was an ambient light coming from the kitchen. I could see the time on our cable box; it was four in the morning.

"Wake up, stable boy. I command you to wake up," I heard Anastasia speaking to me in a whisper.

I rolled onto my back and saw her standing there at my feet. I rubbed my eyes and looked again to be sure I was seeing what I thought I saw. As she turned the light switch to a slightly higher setting I could see more clearly.

My eyes fixed in on a white mini dress styled to look like a ball gown with sheer mesh over the stomach, and lavish glittering rhinestones all over it, and a flower petal skirt with a three layer petticoat underneath that covered almost nothing below her waist. She had on white thigh-high stockings with little bows in the front and high heels that sparkled as much as the tiny little dress...and that damned tiara on her head. Anastasia was wearing one of her slutty Cinderella costumes.

"What are you doing?" I said, groggily.

"I couldn't sleep. I can't stop thinking about you. I know it's wrong, but I can't help myself. Please come here."

"Doesn't a servant even get to sleep?" I said, irritably, still upset with her in spite of the fact that she was already giving me a hard on in her slutty costume.

"I guess you can sleep if you want. But I'd really like to show you what it feels like to have someone serve you the way you served me," she spoke in that breathy tone that told me everything I needed to know.

As I sat up, she kneeled down. She had my foot in her hand and I felt her warm, wet tongue give my big toe a long slow lick, before putting it in her mouth and sucking it. She went from one toe to the next, licking in between them and suckling each one onto her hot mouth.

I was speechless. She had never done that before, and I quickly understood how good it felt to have someone worship your feet. As my eyes came more into focus I could see her thong-clad ass high up in the air, her little petticoat skirt had risen up above her waist.

"I'm sorry I can't do this for as long as you did it for me earlier, but I really need something else," she said, almost breathlessly. "Stand up, peasant."

I quickly rose to my feet, and just as quickly she devoured my cock into her mouth.

"Ohhhhh my god, princess. Ohhhh my god I needed this," I groaned.

"Mmmmm, not as much as I did," she moaned, licking up my shaft to my balls and sucking them into her mouth as she stroked me.

"Fuck, princess, fuck...you are so amazing!"

"Turn around, peasant. I need to show you something else," she moaned, trying to twist me around by my hips.

I turned to face the other way, knowing what she was going to do, but still not believing she actually would "Ohhh shit!" My voice cracked as I felt her spread my cheeks and bury her tongue in my ass. "I never thought a princess would do something so dirty!"

"I know a princess is not supposed to be this much of a slut, but I can't help it!" she whined, fondling my balls with one hand, stroking my cock with the other, all while probing my asshole with her tongue.

The feeling was so amazing I feared I might blast my load at any moment. I warned her it was coming.

"Oh no you don't," she hissed, grabbing my hips tightly and making me turn back around. "Fuck my mouth like a commoner, you dirty peasant!"

I gripped her by the back of her head and began thrusting into her mouth, hitting the back of her needy throat. "For a princess, you sure suck cock like a commoner!" I let a little bit of vengeful spite escape my tongue.

Anastasia was an excellent cocksucker, the best I'd ever experienced. By her own admission it was her favorite sex act. But the way I was fucking her face wasn't really giving her an opportunity to show me her skills. I thought about slowing things down to experience her great technique but it was too late.

I felt my balls tightening and I knew I was about to blow it all down her throat. I gripped her head tighter and slammed my dick against the back of her throat violently, knowing she could take it as rough as I could give it.

I pulled her face all the way to my stomach as I deposited a huge amount of sperm directly down her esophagus, and held her there. I could hear her choking and held her just a little longer before letting her pull away with my sperm dripping out of her mouth.

I almost felt sorry for her, but not quite. We'd had plenty of rough sex before, so I knew she could take it. But mostly I was pissed about her locking me out of the room, and now that I'd used her throat like a sex toy I felt I'd evened the score some how. But not really, she was smiling as she swallowed hard to consume my spunk.

"Well, Princess Anastasia, how does it feel to be used for someone else's gratification," I prodded her.

She stood up silently and bent over the sofa. "I feel like such a filthy whore. Worse than a common peasant like you! I must be punished for my acts. Please, spank me." she peeled her thong down to her knees and held up her skirt.

"As you wish, princess," I smirked, slapping her pale ass as hard as I could.

"Yes!" she screamed. "Harder! Give me what I deserve!"

I reared back and landed another one squarely on her naked bottom.

Anastasia reached between her legs and began rubbing her pussy. This was no surprise, I knew she got off on being spanked, and was happy to see my kinky wife returning to the submissive role I was used to.

I spanked her hard, over, and over again, and each time made her rub her pussy even more vigorously. In no time, she was squirting all over the place.

I didn't even wait for her finish her orgasm before grabbing her wrists and holding them behind her back as I pushed my stiff cock inside of her exploding pussy.

"No! Filthy peasant, you can't do this!" she screamed.

"You know you want it, princess!"

"No! This is rape!" she pleaded. "You're making a whore out of me!"

"Shut up, wicked princess!" I snipped as I pounded her pussy with every once of energy I had left.

"Oh god!" she whimpered, "Please give me my hands back. At least do that!"

I released her hands and held onto her hips and kept pounding away, loving the feel of her tight little pussy. I knew I wouldn't be long. I had gone without for too long, I had no staying power today in spite of three earlier orgasms.

Anastasia immediately began rubbing her clit while I fucked her as she always did. And she had herself cumming again very quickly. The feel of her hot cum rushing out of her pussy sent me to the edge and I was blasting mine inside of her moments later.

I stepped back and watched as most of my sperm trickled right back out as her violent orgasm evacuated everything from her used cunt. She collapsed onto the sofa, the drenched cushions made a squishing sound as she did.

"That wasn't supposed to happen," she said, forlornly. "You've tainted your princess. Made her a common whore." There was something eerily genuine about the way she spoke those words, as if her fantasy role somehow translated into her real life.

I leaned over and kissed her gently. "You'll always be my princess, tainted or not," I whispered.

"Really?" she said, with hopeful eyes.

"Yes, princess. I love you."

"I love you too, stable boy. Do you wanna come and cuddle with your princess?"