Masturbation Monday: The King’s Little Orgy

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This erotica short is an entry to the weekly Masturbation Monday challenge, hosted by author Kayla Lords! The rules are simple: write something nasty that makes people want to masturbate. If you liked to read it, “like” this post! 🙂

Feathers, wine, lace, and cake. There is music from everywhere, harps and piano. Singing. Who is singing? And the cloud of smoke, hiding the paint on the ladies’ faces, hiding the lascivious stares.

Louis XIV lounges in the middle of the scene, draped in furs, brandishing a goblet of wine. He is a dimpled man of pleasure, the Sun King, bearing a luxurious wig of black curly hair. The wig evokes pubic hair; his eyes conjure mischief. He watches the maids and maidens swim before him, displaying all of their charms.

“Well, let’s have an orgy!” He shouts. “Yes indeed, I’ve digested my food, I must have an orgy!”

The company obeys, moving towards him in a wave of bodies, positioning themselves at the feet of their king. His eyes water through the pipe smoke, searching for the first fresh piece of maiden flesh he will tear into like a boar. A beauty with red braids appears and is targeted. He waves her over. “Sit on my knee, love!”

He unties the sash of her gown, showing off his skills with the fashion of the day. Her white breasts peek up from the ruffles, crowned with pink nipples that poke up towards her King. He sucks on her; her skin is sugar and milk. She giggles while another maiden, the king’s favorite, works to undo the front of his elegant trousers.

With a mouth filled with nipple, Louis feels his prick licked and sucked. He hadn’t noticed it’s reveal, so occupied was he with the redhead in his arms. The dark beauty with his cock in her mouth runs her tongue in a circle along the tip, indicating a crown.

“Suck that, my dear, keep sucking.”

All around the king, courtiers undress from their expensive trappings. The smoke covers them now, moving around their naked softness. Plump bellies, breasts, buttocks, and pricks. The king watches two ladies on a chaise, sucking merrily on each other’s cunts as if they are slurping chilled oysters from the shell.

The redhead’s breasts no longer distract him from the sensation of his prick, soaking from his favorite’s tongue. He puts the maiden to the side and beckons for his favorite to sit. She is called Catherine, and her cunt is as tight as any in France.

She squats down over the royal cock, guiding it inside of her open lips. She does not look away from Louis, not for a moment, as he fills her up inside. Although it is rude to stare in an orgy, a few courtesans watch the cock vanish inside of the mistress. The little redhead nibbles at Louis’ ear, whispering things into it that no one else can hear.
Catherine rides, bouncing on the Sun King’s cock. Another maiden, Jeanne, joins them with a bowed head, touching Catherine’s breast for the pleasure of the King.

“Yes dear Jeanne. Touch Catherine, feel those beautiful breasts.”

Jeanne does an excellent job licking Catherine’s broad brown nipples while she bounces. Her hand moves now towards the dancing cunt, and Jeanne rubs the pearl while stroking the King’s cock in a single movement. Moans escape mouths in great, shared exhales. Louis watches the two women work in front of him, and then switches between the view of the two on the chaise lounge, making each other squirm and scream with licks and caresses.

“I’m going to fill you, fill you completely. I want Jeanne to lick and swallow it when I’ve done.”

“Yes, my King.”

Louis pumps a load of white cream into his favorite. Her head is thrown back in happiness that mirrors his own, matching his moans breath by breath. Once he has finished, Catherine rises off his cock, dripping a trail of cream from his prick to her pussy.

She stands before the King and opens her legs, expecting Jeanne to finish the work. Jeanne kneels before her and places her delicate skull between Catherine’s dark thighs, slurping up the cream with loud smacks. Catherine moans and shakes while Jeanne works, drinking up every drop from her beloved King.

While he watches, the impatient redhead bends down to taste the King’s cock. The sensation is electrifying; he squeals like a little mouse at her tongue. Catherine now grabs Jeanne’s head and rides her to a finish, moaning as loud as she can. Other courtesans look over, pleased at the view. Jeanne swallows with a smile on her face and a cheek of smeared rouge.

Louis XIV, pleased, claps his hand once the women have finished.

“More wine! And for god’s sake, bring out those chocolate truffles!” He yells into the dense smoke.
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