The Prince and the Peasants

Anna Maria could hardly believe her eyes. In front of her was a full scale orgy and it was not her four handmaidens who were pleasuring the Prince. Three young girls from the local village were cavorting naked on the Prince’s bed whilst he sat back in a grand chair and enjoyed the entertainment, quaffing from a large wine goblet and with a woman at his feet.

Each of the three girls on the bed wore a horse’s bridle and they would take turns to sit naked on each other and ride the horse, using a dildo with abandon. Occasionally they would use a short whip on each other’s buttocks, to the Prince’s great delight.

The Prince was fully enjoying the show, his erect manhood on view as he was being pleasured by a fourth girl. He held her head firm in his hands as he thrust deep into her mouth, his face contorted with desire and lust.

Anna Maria was disgusted with her partner’s lewd and selfish behaviour, her desires, her needs, her romantic longings never his concern. To be humiliated so stung her. Tears rolled down her cheeks which she quickly wiped away. He doesn’t deserve my pain she thought. Then she spun on her heels and headed off across a windy and wet courtyard to see Anselm, her nightdress little protection against the elements.

Brother Anselm had retired for the night, a roaring log fire, his head deep in a feather pillow and his mind elsewhere, dreaming of lusty encounters with statuesque and sensual women. He woke with a start however as a loud hammering interrupted his slumber. Leaping out of bed and hurriedly pulling on a coarse grey robe Anselm ran sped across to the door, pulling back the bolts and swinging the door open.

He looked in shock at the beauty before him. She had clearly been in tears. Her white nightdress was soaked and he could not keep his eyes from wandering to her voluptuous cleavage which was on display, as well as her nipples poking through the clingy wet dress. The wet fabric also clung to her flat, firm stomach and he could see the outline of her belly button. He longed to use his tongue on her stomach and further below. He longed for her young and nubile body.

To be continued soon when Anselm and Anna Maria risk the wrath of the Spanish Inquisition.

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